Outside the Dao Field, the final bolt of the transformation lightning tribulation was about to descend.
Utterly exhausted, Black Tortoise gazed at the Lightning Tribulation and closed his eyes in despair.
"It seems this truly is my fate."
"Even after escaping death, I still cannot take human form."
Grief and indignation filled Black Tortoise's heart.
Nearby, Laozi and Yuanshi were rather pleased by his misfortune.
It was a pity they had not gotten to see Tongtian make a fool of himself.
But watching Black Tortoise, who had defied them, meet such an end seemed quite satisfying too.
Although Nuwa and Houtu wanted to intervene,
the Heavenly Dao issued a warning the moment the thought arose.
Clearly, Black Tortoise was no ordinary being.
If an ordinary creature wished to take human form, a Sage could simply lend a hand.
But Black Tortoise's original destiny had been to die.
Even though he had found that single thread of vitality, he still had to overcome the dangers of transformation himself.
Sages were absolutely forbidden to interfere.
Just as everyone thought Black Tortoise was about to perish, his cultivation vanishing with him,
the gates of Xu Tong's Dao Field suddenly opened again.
A streak of light flew out.
Before the final Lightning Tribulation descended, the light enveloped Black Tortoise.
Crack! The Lightning Tribulation struck.
Yet beneath the Lightning Tribulation, the seemingly flimsy barrier did not waver in the slightest.
Soon, the lightning tribulation ended.
Within a few breaths, the thunderclouds overhead transformed into auspicious clouds radiating spiritual energy.
Meanwhile, nourished by that spiritual energy, Black Tortoise on the ground stirred with renewed life.
Cracks appeared across his body, which the Lightning Tribulation had scorched black.
Then an old man broke through his former body like a creature emerging from its cocoon and stepped out.