Immortal after a Hundred Reincarnations

Another ten-odd minutes passed.

As another thunderbolt came crashing down.

"Aaargh!"

Chun Yuan let out a horrific scream. "No! I can’t accept this!"

Then, with a BANG, his entire body shattered.

He was instantly reduced to ashes by the celestial lightning.

The heart of every spectator trembled.

Indeed, Chun Yuan had failed.

Xu Lei watched the scene unfold, his own heart trembling with shock.

’Ordinary lightning shouldn’t be able to turn a man to powder, right?’

’Clearly, the lightning of this Ascension tribulation was no ordinary bolt.’

He also felt a touch of sorrow.

After all, Chun Yuan was an old friend of Xu Lei’s.

It was he who had bestowed the Dao Seed upon Xu Lei years ago.

After Chun Yuan’s death,

the thunderclouds that had filled the sky just slowly dissipated.

It was an exceptionally strange and eerie sight.

’Where do these thunderclouds even come from?’

Xu Lei couldn’t help but ponder. ’Why do they appear automatically when someone attempts to Cross the Tribulation and channels their Magical Power?’

’And then just scatter on their own after a failure?’

’Is some Great Power in the sky above, calling them down?’

’Or is the world itself like a computer program that senses when someone is Crossing the Tribulation and automatically unleashes the thunder?’

But there were no answers.

At this moment, Hui Ming also sighed.

After all, he and Chun Yuan had come here today to Cross the Tribulation together.

Now that Chun Yuan had perished,

it was naturally his turn.

At this, everyone present turned to look at Hui Ming.

They were uncertain if he would still try Crossing Tribulation and Attaining Dao today.

After all, watching Chun Yuan die just like that under the Thunder Tribulation had left everyone rather shaken.

Of course, one look at Hui Ming’s expression told the crowd that he had no intention of retreating.

It made sense, when one thought about it.

After all, Hui Ming was already very old.

If he didn’t try to attain the Dao now

and take this one gamble,

he would only grow older, his power continuing to wane.

That was right—for Cultivators, whether they pursued Cultivation or Buddhist Cultivation, it wasn’t a given that they grew more powerful with age.

After reaching a certain age, they began to go downhill.

No one could continue to grow stronger forever.

After all, the Magical Power they refined through their practice—a force that seemed incomparably wondrous in the eyes of mortals—was just something similar to Telekinesis.

The Origin of their life, however, was still rooted in their physical bodies.

Without a physical body, all of their Magical Power would scatter.

When the physical body aged and decayed, even a Cultivator would suffer from declining stamina and a listless, weakened spirit.

Once the physical body withered completely, death was as swift and final as a flame being extinguished.

Therefore, in their twilight years, when the oil in their lamps was about to run dry,

far from improving, their Cultivation would sometimes even decline.

Trying to make even the slightest bit of progress was harder than climbing to the heavens.

Of course, Hui Ming didn’t begin Crossing the Tribulation right away.

He turned his head to look toward Xu Lei, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, filled with reluctance.

To the others, it looked as if Hui Ming was reluctant to part from Xu Lei, his martial brother of many years.

But Xu Lei knew that Hui Ming wasn’t actually looking at him.

He was looking at Zhao Xin, who was standing beside him.

This was probably one of the reasons Zhao Xin was standing next to Xu Lei.

After all, Hui Ming and Zhao Xin’s relationship had not been publicly disclosed.

At this, Zhao Xin’s beautiful eyes also welled with tears.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xin’s martial aunt took a step forward, positioning herself in front of Zhao Xin.

She didn’t want anyone else to see Zhao Xin’s look of grief and reluctance.

All the necessary farewells had, in fact, already been said.

There was no need for a tearful, lingering farewell now, which might cause more people to connect the dots about their father-daughter relationship.

After all, if other people discovered Hui Ming and Zhao Xin’s relationship,

it might lead to some undesirable karmic entanglements for Zhao Xin.

For example, after Hui Ming was gone, some might scheme to seize the Treasures he left behind.

Hui Ming looked away.

He soon arrived at the spot where Chun Yuan had previously been Crossing the Tribulation.

He also sat down cross-legged, calming his heart and steadying his Qi.

"Fellow Daoists, my brothers, thank you all for coming to be my Dharma Protectors today!"

Hui Ming announced in a clear voice, "I, Hui Ming, thank you all. Today, this humble monk shall take his leave!"

Having spoken, he immediately activated his Magical Power.

As his Magical Power began to circulate across the surface of his body, it surged like a great wave, writhing like a soaring dragon and a coiling serpent.

Soon, just as when Chun Yuan was Crossing the Tribulation, a strange transformation began in the sky above.

Of course, it was not thunder that appeared.

For only Cultivators of the Daoist Sect use a Thunder Tribulation for Ascension.

The Cultivators of the Buddhist Sect must achieve Nirvana Ascension.

Thus, what appeared in the sky above were brilliant, dazzling, multicolored rays of light.

The time happened to be approaching dusk.

Ordinary people looking up at the sky would at most sigh and remark on the beauty of the evening glow.

But to the eyes of Xu Lei and the others, this was no ordinary sight.

Each and every one of them wore a solemn expression.

For those resplendent rays were not a natural occurrence.

They had appeared only because Hui Ming was Crossing the Tribulation.

Then, from within the glow in the sky, several beams of light suddenly shot forth, lancing down toward Hui Ming below with lightning speed.

In an instant, they completely enveloped Hui Ming.

"FWOOM!"

At that very instant, terrifying, multicolored flames burst forth from Hui Ming’s body.

"FWOOSH!"

These multicolored flames raged around him, burning furiously.

They completely engulfed his entire being.

Hui Ming sat with his eyes closed, circulating his power,

continuously circulating his Magical Power,

using this Nirvana Fire to temper himself.

"So this is the Nirvana Fire of the Buddhist Sect?"

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen it!"

"So this is what it’s like!"

"That’s right, this is it!"

"Only a Cultivator of the Buddhist Sect who can withstand the Nirvana Fire can attain the Dao and achieve eternal life!"

Some of the people observing from afar began to discuss in low voices.

"Father!"

Zhao Xin was also incredibly nervous, her fair, delicate hands clenched into tight fists, her beautiful eyes staring intently.