Chapter 1312: Unwillingness
Wuyi, while ushering everyone to move back, explained, "What you said isn’t entirely wrong, but it’s not that exaggerated either."
"However, for a Tribulation Taker, this thunder is life-eradicating. I’ve only seen it in ancient records, never encountered it in reality, nor have I heard of anyone experiencing it."
"It’s said that only celestial anomalies, utterly rejected by the heavens, encounter this World-Ending Thunder Tribulation during their tribulation. Surviving with one’s life intact is a far-fetched notion, usually leading to certain death."
Certain death...
Although every tribulation is a life-and-death test, when someone like Wuyi says it, it carries a different understanding.
Doesn’t it mean that facing such a thunder tribulation leaves zero hope of survival?
Thinking about this, everyone couldn’t help but worry for Yang Yan beneath the thunder.
Unfortunately, when it comes to experiencing thunder tribulation, others can’t lend a hand; it solely depends on the Tribulation Taker’s ability to overcome it.
Of course, if it were an ordinary thunder tribulation, with so many Great Powers present, they could forcibly intervene and lend some assistance if something unexpected occurred.
But facing such a level of World-Ending Thunder Tribulation, let alone helping, even approaching is impossible.
Because they simply have no means to handle such a thunder tribulation, to rush in blindly would be a path to death.
And very likely, their intrusion might backfire, provoking the tribulation clouds overhead, making this thunder tribulation even more powerful, achieving the opposite effect.
Yang Yan is undoubtedly an anomaly, and everyone acknowledges this.
Yet in everyone’s heart, they hope he can successfully withstand the thunder tribulation and become a true pillar among the younger generation, leading the planet towards a brighter future.
While everyone was extremely anxious about Yang Yan’s forthcoming fate, as the one involved, he too felt a sense of despair.
He stood under the thunder like an ancient statue existing since time immemorial, feeling the overwhelmingly oppressive aura from above, as if his very blood froze in an instant.
As this pressure became more intense, Yang Yan finally couldn’t help but loudly question, "Damn it, treacherous heavens, how unfairly you treat me, Yang Yan! To lower such an impossible test without warning. Is it truly that the heavens begrudge the talented, preparing to destroy me?"
At this moment, under the stimulus of the thunder, a dark cloud surrounded Yang Yan’s Golden Core, seemingly about to transform into a real infant.
As if it heard Yang Yan’s unwilling cry, the Nascent Soul, not yet fully formed within the Dantian, slowly opened its tightly shut eyes.
Swoosh—
In the instant of opening its eyes, a shimmering white light shot from the Nascent Soul’s black eyes, instantly striking the thunder.
Bang!
Accompanied by an earth-shaking boom, the World-Ending Thunder shattered inch by inch like porcelain, then peeled away layer by layer, turning into dust in mid-air, eventually dissipating between heaven and earth.
Yang Yan hadn’t yet observed closely when his Nascent Soul fell into slumber, but the surrounding cloud dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its current appearance became increasingly solid.
Was it really this simple to condense a Nascent Soul?
Yang Yan couldn’t help but frown.
He couldn’t believe leaping to the Nascent Soul Stage would be so effortless.
No, no!
This should merely be a transitional phase...
Mind stirred, he attempted to communicate but received no response.
Yang Yan gently gathered his thoughts, carefully savoring that recent strike.
As if ignoring the spatial boundaries, instantaneously hitting the target...
This left him utterly shocked.
Yang Yan took a deep breath, calming his mind, looked again at the Nascent Soul with inner vision, feeling its transformation.
Only then did he notice, the newly formed Nascent Soul and his Golden Core both exuded a mysterious black aura with a certain soul-penetrating sensation.
But upon closer look, it was covered with numerous shimmering white lines.
These lines weren’t scattered at random, appearing rather organized.
Like countless runes extending into vines, seemingly recording something, or brewing a mysterious power, appearing extremely intricate.
Yang Yan had completely lost his combat strength at this moment, but the tribulation cloud still gathered overhead, undispersed, appearing to brew even greater power.
Rumble!
The sound of tumultuous clouds thundered, shaking this section of the world madly once more.
Looking up, flickering red lights appeared at the center of the tribulation cloud.
Simultaneously, the tribulation cloud rapidly contracted, turning its central region into a black hole-like void, becoming even darker.
Roar!
Suddenly, a dragon’s roar echoed through the sky.
Within layer upon layer of black clouds, a blood-red Thunder Dragon frantically traversed and twisted, stirring the storm.
Just one look evoked a sense of intense fear.
On its body, there seemed to be substantial Evil Qi entwined, akin to a tangible presence.
Wherever it passed, the oppressive clouds eroded madly, creating gaps.
Yang Yan’s Nascent Soul lay slumbering, unable to unleash the spatial power attack.
Moreover, he genuinely felt that the power borne by this crimson Thunder Dragon far surpassed the previous thunder by who knows how much.
A despairing emotion spread deep within, seemingly draining his last bit of courage.
Yang Yan sighed within, his body tilting, collapsing helplessly to the ground, then lay on the scorched earth, taking deep breaths of the foul air.
The Nascent Void hesitated for a moment, then swiftly separated from Yang Yan, heading directly into mid-air, preparing to battle the ever-ready Thunder Dragon to attack Yang Yan, trying to prevent an even more terrifying thunder tribulation from descending.
However, the power emanating from this Thunder Dragon signified it possessed at least mid-stage Divinity Transformation level strength.
The Nascent Void, despite going all out, was repeatedly knocked down to the ground.
With continuous attacks, the Nascent Void depleted greatly, its presence starting to falter, the emanating glow growing dimmer.
While that crimson Thunder Dragon above still appeared to toy with its prey, evidently not exerting full strength.
Yang Yan gazed quietly at the sky, a wry smile appearing on his face.
His injuries, ravaged by residual thunder within his body, couldn’t heal, even with Wish Power as protection.
The crisis deepened momentarily, leaving Wuyi and others anxiously helpless in the distance.
The thunder’s horrific power made them dare not entertain any thought of approaching.
Everyone there knew clearly that rushing over now wouldn’t help, but might instead provoke the tribulation clouds above, unleashing an even more terrifying thunder tribulation, resulting in the opposite effect.