The thick Lightning Tribulation, carrying a storm in its wake, poured down from the heavens.
Zhang Jin's body, already like a guttering candle in the wind, began to shatter and crumble inch by inch amid the raging tribulation.
Though he had long prepared himself for death, when the pain truly fell upon him, Zhang Jin still let out agonized wails.
"Let me die... Let me die already..."
"Death will free me. Death will make it better..."
At that moment, his desire for death reached its peak. He hoped it would bring an end to this torment.
Yet just as he opened his heart and mind, ready to embrace death's arrival, another, far more mystical power descended upon him unseen.
"Ah... what's happening... It doesn't seem to hurt as much?"
Zhang Jin discovered in surprise that the pain brought by the tribulation seemed to be weakening bit by bit, no longer so unbearable.
After roughly another quarter of an hour, the pain had turned into a tingling numbness.
His bones and flesh, which had already scattered away, began to slowly regather and grow. His entire body was filled with a sore, swollen, numb, and itchy sensation.
"Th-this-this, am I dreaming? Could it be... I can really make it!?"
Once Zhang Jin sensed that breaking through might truly be possible, the thought of seeking death that had filled his mind was suppressed.
He began trying to circulate his cultivation technique against the tribulation, and that attempt left him both shocked and delighted.
As he circulated his technique now, it was as though divine aid had descended upon him. The tribulation filling the skies did not affect him in the slightest.
Moreover, with the slightest stir of thought, the tribulation around him would completely scatter away, utterly incapable of posing any threat.
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