Only by breaking could one be remade!
Hearing this, Jia Huarai felt his mind open. When he looked again at Yang Lingshu amid the tribulation storm, he saw him in an entirely different light.
"So that's it! Now I finally understand!"
Excitement rose in Jia Huarai's heart, and his eyes shone ever brighter. "We all thought the one crossing the tribulation was 'him.' Even the Dao tribulation spirit took his Wood Dao dharma body for his last resort. But we forgot—he is the Golden Core True Person! The one truly crossing the tribulation is the Golden Core in his belly!"
With He Shenglai's guidance, Jia Huarai finally grasped the mystery of Yang Lingshu's Tribulation Crossing.
At the same time, the greatest deadly tribulation, which had filled the sky with crimson fire, neared its end. Yang Lingshu's aura and life force had dissipated completely. By every outward measure, he had died and his Dao had perished.
Since the one facing the tribulation was dead, the tribulation he had drawn down should naturally disperse.
The storm that had roared and raged moments before vanished like smoke within a few breaths.
The tribulation spirit in the clouds seemed satisfied at last and prepared to disperse the Tribulation Cloud and return whence it came.
Thump, thump...
Thump, thump...
Yet just as the assembled cultivators believed this ceremony of Dao attainment had ended in tragedy, a strange pulsing came from the charred half-stalk of bamboo, now barely recognizable as human.
It sounded as though something was beating inside. The tough bamboo shell muffled the sound.
"Hm? New life is stirring? There's something alive inside that utterly dead remnant of his wooden body? How is that possible?"
"Fellow Daoist Yang's life and Dao are gone. Where could this new life have come from?"
"Wait. Do you