The news spread even faster than the lightning flashed.
The news that Lin Fan had triggered the Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation spread from the Lin Clan's territory to most of the Three Thousand Provinces in the short span of half a cup of tea.
" The Lin Clan son is about to undergo tribulation!"
"What calamity?"
" The Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation! Legend has it that this is the strongest tribulation in all of history! A tribulation that has only appeared in the Immortal Ancient Ruins throughout history!"
" The Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation with no chance of survival?"
"That legendary calamity that even Great Emperor avoid? Has he gone mad?"
He's never been normal.
The prodigies and powerful figures from various sects emerged from seclusion one after another. Some flew across the void on swords, while others rode ancient boats across the sky, arriving from all directions and landing far away at the edge of the Lin Clan's territory, looking up at the sky shrouded in lightning.
" The Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation..."
An elderly Quasi-Emperor with white hair and beard stood atop a mountain peak, his gaze solemn. "I have lived for two thousand five hundred years and have only seen records of this twice. The last time was during the Immortal Ancient Era, when a prodigy with the potential of an Immortal King triggered the Fifteenth Pass. This kid... the Eighteenth Pass, what exactly is his background?"
Some people gloated.
The elders of the Wang Clan, in particular, were so excited they almost burst out laughing, " Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation? Hah, he's trying to kill himself with a single blow."
An elder of the Wang Clan stood atop his high-rise building, his gaze icy as he stared in the direction of the Lin Clan, as if he could see the raging lightning churning within him. " The Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation... something even the Ancestor dared not touch. This little beast, he's truly doomed this time."
When the news reached the Wang Clan palace...
The head of the Wang Clan family was standing in front of a huge map hanging on the wall, with a cup of tea he hadn't had time to drink beside him, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky outside the window.
After listening to the servant's report, he remained silent for a full three breaths.
Then, a slight, almost icy smile appeared on his lips, " Eighteen Pass Heavenly Tribulation... Very well, very well, Heaven is on the side of the Wang Clan!"
"He sent himself away without the Jin Clan even having to make a move."
"Pass down the order to closely monitor the Lin Clan's movements. If he dies in the heavenly tribulation, send the news immediately."
"Yes."
However, beneath the lightning, the white-clad figure still stood below.
Above the sky, the first pass has been completely formed.
It was pitch black, like a door pulled out of the abyss, exuding an aura of destruction powerful enough to kill even Peak Sage King Realm cultivator on the spot.
"First stage."
Lin Fan looked up at the pass, which resembled a gate to an abyss, then gently flexed his wrists and said calmly, "Come on."
"Boom!"
The first bolt of lightning struck.
The first barrier opened with a roar.
Standing beneath the vast sky, Lin Fan, his white robes fluttering, looked up at the slowly forming barrier of lightning, a slight smile playing on his lips, "The legendary strongest heavenly tribulation, where ten out of ten will die..."
"In terms of scale, it is indeed slightly better than the Sage King Tribulation."
"But that's all."
He raised his right fist, and the Chaos Qi condensed on the surface of his fist into a golden phantom of a dragon's head.
True Dragon Fist!
A punch was thrown!
The golden dragon shadow, imbued with Immortal Qi and the Law of Chaos, crashed fiercely into the first Heavenly Gate!
"Boom!"
The entire sky trembled violently, the sound deep and long, like an ancient beast awakened from its slumber, letting out a roar filled with anger and confusion.
The first barrier of heaven cracked open.
But immediately, even more lightning of the laws surged from the crack, like an enraged beast, carrying a destructive power far exceeding that of before, and crashed down on Lin Fan.
The heavenly tribulation gave him no chance to catch his breath.
The second heavenly barrier followed closely behind, with a black lightning bolt as thick as a pillar shooting out from the barrier, carrying destructive power capable of crushing even Peak Sage King Realm expert.
The third heavenly barrier lit up, transforming into an inverted sea of lightning that dyed the entire sky a dazzling gold.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...
The eighteen heavenly gates lit up one by one.
Each one was like a gateway to destruction, and the storms of laws seeping from the cracks would make even Quasi-Emperor level expert pale.
" Eighteen Heavenly Pass Tribulation... Are they really that terrifying?!"
The onlookers were completely dumbfounded; they had never seen such a terrifying spectacle before! It was as if the eighteenth level of hell had descended upon them!
Ancient texts record that only two people throughout history have triggered such a celestial calamity...
"One person died at the seventh level, and the other only made it to the tenth level before turning to ashes!"
"But this Lin Clan son... why is he still pushing his way up?!"
All eyes were fixed on the depths of the sky.
There, a figure in white was rapidly traversing the gaps between the eighteen heavenly gates.
The Chaos Qi covered his entire body like a burning armor, while Immortal Qi surged and swirled around him like invisible swords, shattering the approaching lightning layer by layer.
He did not passively accept it.
He deliberately rushed towards the second Heavenly Gate.
boom!
He shattered the black lightning pillar of the second Heavenly Barrier with a single punch, and the remaining force did not diminish. The golden dragon shadow crashed into the barrier wall, producing a dull thud.
"The third one!"
With Kunpeng Extreme Speed at its maximum speed, like a stretched golden line piercing through the inverted sea of lightning.
Thunder exploded behind him, shattering into countless golden fragments.
The fourth one!
He didn't stop.
One after another.
The aura of each heavenly gate is completely different.
Some are like world-destroying flames, some like towering ice, some like the decaying power of time itself, and some like the judgmental sword of causality.
But Lin Fan did not back down.
Or rather, he never intended to back out.
He even began to circulate the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, swallowing the incoming lightning essence strand by strand into his body, refining and absorbing it, transforming it into pure Chaos Qi and lingering Immortal Qi.
He's undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation!
A cultivator's voice trembled as he pointed at the white-clad figure enveloped in lightning deep in the sky, exclaiming, "It's that trick again!"
Should I call him a madman or a genius?
"Don't ask anymore, I can't explain it clearly no matter how many times you ask."
The crowd buzzed with discussion. A young disciple of the Lin Clan stared wide-eyed, muttering, "Is this the Lin Clan's imperial son...?"
The Eighth Elder stood at the edge of the pavilion on the back hill.
Holding the teapot he hadn't yet put down, he gazed at the rapidly advancing white light in the depths of the sky, remaining silent for a long time before finally uttering two words: "... a monster."
Behind him, a hunched figure had appeared out of nowhere.
The Drunkard Ancestor, carrying his gourd of wine, stood in the shadows of the pavilion, squinting at the sky. He took a swig of wine, smacked his lips, and said, "This kid is even wilder than his father was back in his day."
The Eighth Elder turned around and glanced back. "Ancestor, do you think... the Imperial Prince can pull through?"
The Drunkard Ancestor didn't answer. He tilted his head back and took another gulp before slowly speaking, his voice slightly slurred by the alcohol. "You underestimate him!"
Above the sky, Lin Fan had already reached the eighteenth Heavenly Gate.
His body was filled with surging Chaos Qi, and two streams of Immortal Qi swirled and intertwined in his dantian, like two dragons that had been repeatedly tempered, exuding an increasingly pure Immortal Dao aura.
He had several injuries.
His robes were charred in several places, and there was a deep, bone-revealing lightning scar on his left arm, which was being repaired by Chaos Qi at a visible speed.
The gate to the eighteenth Heavenly Gate slowly opened, and a gray-white beam of light poured down from it.
The light was very pale, as if time had washed away all its colors, leaving only a wisp of pure, unadulterated power of law.
Ancient, timeless, like the first ray of light at the beginning of time.
Lin Fan stared at the grayish-white beam of light, a serious expression appearing in his eyes for the first time.
It's not fear.
Instead, it was excitement.
He murmured, "This light... it has an Immortal Qi quality."