Chen Lin stood in the void again, bare-chested. His face was deathly pale, and he gasped for breath. A faint golden glow still lingered on his newly grown skin.
Has this lightning tribulation gone mad? Chen Lin looked down at his newly grown hands, cursing inwardly.
If the Tribulation Immortal Lotus had not protected his divine soul's origin essence and forcibly reconstructed his body, that last strike would have killed him on the spot, even with the essence blood of a great Luo true dragon as his foundation. The lightning tribulations of the Myriad Worlds Battlefield followed no rules whatsoever.
Seeing Chen Lin come back to life, Ning Yao had just breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet the blood-colored clouds overhead showed no sign of dispersing.
The final bolt. The forty-ninth.
At the center of the vortex, all the blood-red and gray faded away. A purple hue of absolute purity brewed within the emptiness.
Purple lightning. Only as thick as a finger. It carried a deathly stillness that promised to annihilate every living thing.
The instant that purple lightning appeared, every cultivator a hundred miles away, including the Human Immortal Thousand-Man Commanders, fell involuntarily to their knees. Their primordial spirits trembled, and they could not straighten their legs.
Ning Yao stared fixedly at the purple bolt, her face instantly turning deathly pale. Even the immortal power keeping her airborne began to dissipate.
"Purple Firmament Divine Thunder..." Ning Yao's voice held undisguised terror. "The lightning punishment for breaking through to Golden Immortal! Impossible! Chen Lin is only breaking through to Human Immortal! Why would he draw a punishment meant for something heaven and earth refuse to tolerate?"
This was no heavenly tribulation.
This was heavenly punishment. The Heavenly Dao intended to erase every trace of his existence.
Chen Lin stood above