The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yang Yan saw the thunder tribulation overhead and furrowed his brows slightly, pondering for a moment before reluctantly distancing himself from the Ancient Abyss Sect once again.

This time, he unleashed his body technique to its limit and left in one breath, reaching thousands of miles away.

But even in this brief process, Yang Yan’s thunder tribulation continued to expand.

It expanded until it reached three thousand miles before gradually slowing down.

Sect Leader Lin An had long been rendered speechless by the sight before him.

After a long while, he barely regained his composure and asked Wuyi and the others in an incredulous tone:

"Have any of you predecessors ever seen such a thunder tribulation at the Nascent Soul Stage? In my youth, my thunder tribulation was only five hundred miles. With Yang Yan like this, it’s likely to cover three thousand miles!"

The Three-legged Crow also deeply sighed, saying, "I might be from the oldest era, but I’ve never seen such a large thunder tribulation at this realm. Three thousand miles? Perhaps even more!"

"I reckon only ancient geniuses had thunder tribulations like this. It’s already comparable to those breaking through to the Divinity Transformation Stage."

Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless, their eyes filled only with shock.

Yang Yan was secretly startled by the magnitude of the thunder tribulation.

This had completely exceeded his expectations.

However, undergoing tribulations was never something one could control; it was the power of the Heavenly Dao, the strongest force of this world.

He must accept the Heavenly Dao’s trial, possibly breaking through the final barrier into another realm.

At this moment, the thunder tribulation stopped expanding, stabilizing at three thousand three hundred miles.

The first thunder tribulation was already born.

A silver-white lightning bolt, one foot in thickness, fell. Yang Yan, long prepared, gazed sharply and struck out with his palm, shattering the lightning.

Only small streaks of lightning fell like a curtain of rain, each accurately hitting his body, refining Yang Yan’s tendons, bones, and blood.

Yang Yan appeared calm on the surface, yet was inwardly surprised.

This strike could rival the full force of a late Golden Core attack.

And this was just the beginning, merely an appetizer; who knows what terrifying power awaits him...

With the first lightning shattered, hundreds more lightning bolts descended from the thundercloud.

Yang Yan constantly struck, never missing, breaking them all, while countless scattered lightning baptized his body.

Only when the first wave of lightning gradually ceased did Yang Yan secretly exhale, slightly recovering, awaiting the second wave of lightning.

In just an instant, the sky surged with thunderous light, and the second wave of lightning began to fall.

This time, the lightning contained a slight touch of gold and grew even larger, with a diameter reaching three feet.

Yang Yan’s expression became exceptionally grave.

By now, the lightning’s fluctuations matched those of the Nascent Soul initial stage, and not just one; though he was entirely confident, he dared not be careless.

At this time, Sect Leader Lin An quietly asked Wuyi: "Predecessor, how many waves do you think this thunder tribulation will have?"

Wuyi shook his head gravely, saying, "Each person’s potential is different, resulting in different numbers of lightning. Judging from its first wave, at least six waves. Perhaps more; it’s hard to say."

Sect Leader Lin An bit his lip, looking at Yang Yan beneath the thunderous light, inevitably worried for him.

As time passed, the power of the lightning indeed grew stronger, each one more powerful than the last, and Yang Yan gradually struggled.

Even more terrifying, the scale of the thunder tribulation strengthened, increasing from hundreds to thousands of bolts.

Yet, this was only the fourth wave!

At this moment, each lightning’s power had already reached the late Nascent Soul Stage.

Simultaneously, the color of all the lightning had completely transformed into gold.

Yang Yan had already summoned the Nascent Void, unleashing his power to counteract.

Now, Yang Yan’s Flawless Divine Body, repeatedly crushed by the lightning, was already overburdened.

Though uninjured internally, outwardly there wasn’t a single intact spot; blood gushed forth, and he was nearly a person made of blood, strikingly horrifying.

As for his clothes, they had long turned to ashes during the second wave of thunder tribulation.

At this moment, the fourth wave of thunder tribulation abruptly stopped, and Yang Yan still stood proudly like a War God on the plain, now a charred wasteland.

While the fifth wave of thunder tribulation had not yet fallen, Yang Yan urgently circulated his spells and even used his wish power to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible.

Moments later, the lightning formed, and the entire thundercloud turned dark gold.

Though this time there were only five bolts of lightning, their power infinitely approached Divinity Transformation.

Yang Yan had no choice but to use his Seven-Colored Divine Pupil, barely managing to shatter one bolt.

However, the lightning quickly reformed within moments.

Feeling the terrifying aura within, Yang Yan’s expression drastically changed.

He quickly activated the Yin Yang Five Elements Array Map, simultaneously channeling the Nascent Void to counteract.

Unfortunately, although he barely managed three bolts, he was ultimately struck by the last bolt.

Even with Nascent Void’s reinforcement, neutralizing much of the force at the last moment, Yang Yan’s vital energy surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He could no longer stand steadily, his body swaying as he knelt to the ground with a thud.

His left arm hung powerlessly, clearly broken.

Pushed to his limit, Yang Yan grit his teeth, struggled to stand again, and raised his head to roar at the thundercloud:

"Even the Celestial Demon King couldn’t kill me back then! Do you mere thunderbolts think you can exterminate me, Yang Yan?! What wishful thinking!"

With that, Yang Yan’s thoughts turned, transforming the Nascent Void into a massive drumstick, swinging his arm to fiercely strike the lightning.

The thunder tribulation seemed enraged, its attacks suddenly becoming increasingly fierce.

After a stick of incense, Yang Yan was unrecognizable, completely scorched.

But under such dire circumstances, he did not leave empty-handed.

The fifth wave of thunder tribulation finally dissipated, the entire space seemingly returning to tranquility.

However, his heart dared not relax in the slightest.

He knew very well that this was only a moment of peace before the storm.

Without a doubt, the sixth wave of thunder tribulation was actually brewing wildly.

Indeed, the surrounding world seemed even darker, the oppressive silence suffocating.

Looking up again, Yang Yan’s eyes became even more resolute.

He saw that the brewing thunder in the sky had turned jet black.

Only one bolt, and it was half a foot in thickness.

Wuyi stared at the black lightning above Yang Yan’s head, unable to hold back an exclamation: "World-Ending Thunder! It’s actually World-Ending Thunder!"

Lin An, confused, quickly asked: "May I ask, predecessor, what exactly is the World-Ending Thunder? Does it truly have the power to destroy worlds?"