Chapter 508: Screw Your Heavenly Dao
The Moon Shadow Sect disciples who hadn't completely evacuated from the Cangbo Mountain Range were equally anxious.
Li Ziping and Zhang Mengchu had regained their footing, staring worriedly at the solitary figure atop the mountain peak.
"Grand Ancestor actually triggered such a terrifying heavenly tribulation? Is the Heavenly Dao truly jealous of him?" Li Ziping clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "Is there anything we can do for Grand Ancestor now?"
"There's... nothing we can do." Zhang Mengchu shook his head with a bitter smile. "The might of heavenly tribulation isn't something we Nascent Soul cultivators can withstand. Moreover, rashly interfering wouldn't just kill us—it might amplify the tribulation's power."
"So we just watch helplessly?" Li Ziping's voice choked with emotion.
"We can't even afford to watch." Zhang Mengchu lowered his eyes with a sigh, bitterness flashing in his gaze. "Take the remaining disciples and retreat from Cangbo Mountain back to the Moon Shadow Sect. The only thing we can do now is pray for Grand Ancestor. If we don't leave before the next lightning strikes, the entire Cangbo Mountain might be flattened!"
Li Ziping didn't fully grasp the tribulation's power.
But Zhang Mengchu understood all too well.
The Heavenly Dao wouldn't spare a thought for the lives beneath those thunderclouds—when judgment fell, it would claim everything indiscriminately.
"All of you, stop staring! Move!"
Zhang Mengchu's voice turned hoarse as he waved his sleeves, herding disciples toward the teleportation array like ducklings.
Their only option now was to return to the Moon Shadow Sect and wait.
With Grand Ancestor undergoing tribulation and the pocket dimension destabilizing, no one could return there.
"Elder Zhang... will Grand Ancestor... survive the tribulation?"
Xu An gazed at the solitary figure on the cliff edge, his voice trembling.
Zhang Mengchu paused, a single tear slipping down before he quickly wiped it away. Forcing a strained smile, he gripped Xu An's shoulder firmly. "Have faith. We must believe in him!"
He emphasized each word:
"He is our Grand Ancestor, after all!"
The disciples shuffled reluctantly toward the teleportation array.
Yet they couldn't resist glancing back at the thundercloud-shrouded cliff.
Some hung their heads in silent grief, fists clenched so tightly their nails drew blood; others trembled with suppressed sobs, their heartbreak leaking through in stifled whimpers; still others bit their lips, eyes burning with helpless rage and shame—their gazes screaming with powerless self-reproach. One brutal truth was carved into every heart: Grand Ancestor was facing this unprepared tribulation solely to protect them. ℞𝒶ɴốʙЁṧ
Only by drawing the Heavenly Dao's punishment could he drive away the five Demon Saints.
What difference was there between this rushed tribulation and suicide?
All of this—just to keep them alive.
And they... could only cower behind him, utterly useless.
Moon Shadow Sect, Main Hall.
Li Qingran stood at the entrance, watching the gathering thunderclouds with a furrowed brow, her heart in agony.
She knew it was her master undergoing tribulation.
She longed to rush to Cangbo Mountain.
But as sect leader, her duty was to remain and maintain order.
This was what her master would expect of her.
Her whisper dissolved into the wind.
Unaware of the blood dripping from her palms where nails had pierced flesh.
"Please... return to us safely!"
"The sixth strike is coming."
Chen Huaian panted, the Black Scales Sword trembling in his grip.
The thunderclouds above grew heavier, expanding until they resembled a sea of lightning.
The clouds paused ominously.
Chen Huaian knew this wasn't mercy—just the calm before greater fury.
At the vortex's heart, a lightning whirlpool hundreds of zhang wide slowly took shape.
Chen Huaian deployed Sword Curtain defenses in advance.
No sooner had the barrier formed than the sixth strike descended like a collapsing mountain—a hundred-zhang wide pillar of violet-gold streaked with searing crimson.
The Sword Curtain shattered instantly, along with the entire cliff face.
Stone vaporized under the lightning's fury.
Where the cliff once stood now gaped a hundred-zhang crater.
Chen Huaian knelt in the pit, naked and flayed, only remaining upright by leaning on the Black Scales Sword.
[Tribulation Warning! Player may still activate Pay-to-Win option!]
The game prompt reappeared.
Chen Huaian hesitated briefly, observing his charred hand.
Then shook his head—having endured six strikes through willpower alone, how could he surrender now?
[Failure to activate Pay-to-Win may result in player death!]
"May result in death—not certain death."
Chen Huaian glared skyward.
"Forcing me to pay? What's your hidden agenda? Speak!"
The thunder-eye in the funnel cloud offered no reply.
Only a more furious lightning response.
"ROAR—!" Nine thunder-dragons coalesced into a golden pillar carrying apocalyptic might.
Chen Huaian wiped blood from his lips.
His avatar lacked a true dragon's power.
Yet now, within his dantian, a golden dragon slowly emerged.
Dragon Qi flooded his energy sea.
The true dragon opened its golden eyes.
Simultaneously, faint golden scales shimmered across Chen Huaian's skin, his pupils becoming vertical slits as draconic majesty radiated outward.
"The Dragon Soul came to Cangyun Realm?"
No time for astonishment—
The lightning pillar struck.
Destructive energy ravaged his body. The Cangbo Mountain's main peak began crumbling under the onslaught, the earth quaking as if doomsday had come.
Yet Chen Huaian stood unharmed within the golden lightning.
The dragon scales protected him.
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The seventh and eighth strikes fell simultaneously.
No longer mere lightning—this was an ocean of thunder.
Endless radiance cascaded like waterfalls.
The sky's thunder-sea inverted onto land, submerging half the mountain range. Chen Huaian's draconic form began fracturing under the onslaught, golden scales peeling away.
Another mouthful of blood.
His body swayed precariously in the thunder-ocean, the draconic transformation reaching its limit.
"Damn it, this accursed heaven truly wants me dead!"
Chen Huaian shot the sky a glare.
After seven-eight strikes, the clouds quieted again.
That eerie calm before the final storm.
[Tribulation threat critical! Pay-to-Win option remains available!]
[For enduring eight strikes, all options now 90% off!]
The discount arrived.
Originally, Chen Huaian couldn't afford options three or four.
Now at 10% price, at least three became attainable.
Chen Huaian stubbornly refused.
Previously, the system only prompted payment once.
Today? Three times during tribulation.
If the system feared his death—given its collaboration with Cangyun's Heavenly Dao—then he couldn't die. If not fearing death... then another scheme was afoot.
As Chen Huaian rejected again—
The ninth and final heavenly punishment gathered above.
This time, the entire sky seemed to tear open as a mountain-sized lightning column formed, its annihilating power sufficient to erase entire sects.
Tu Shan Yue paled upon seeing this.
Hidden near Cangbo Mountain, she abandoned all concealment and fled.
"Madness! The Heavenly Dao has gone mad!"
She couldn't comprehend it.
A sword cultivator who'd committed no atrocities—
Why such excessive punishment?
Unless... his connection to White Sword was the cause?
In the lightning-carved crater,
Chen Huaian smirked viciously at the apocalyptic strike.
"Everyone's cleared from the thunder range, right?"
Screw your Heavenly Dao—all or nothing!
Hands forming seals, his golden draconic pupils became bloodshot with madness.
Black demonic energy erupted from his body, spreading like tidewater to form a swirling miasma that concealed him.
The fog pulsed like a heartbeat.
As if birthing something...
Just as the lightning fully gathered—
A hoarse demonic roar echoed from within the black mist.
"Heavenly Demon Art—ACTIVATE!"
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