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Was it really going to challenge the realm of divine beasts?
Thinking it was merely a stroke of luck to have achieved a half-step into the divine beast realm, Zhu Teng never expected that there was more hidden beneath the surface. Reflecting on his own situation, he felt a growing sense of urgency. The mere process of breaking through had already instilled a sense of crisis within him; if he allowed things to continue as they were, the moment he ascended to godhood might very well be his last.
Zhu Teng would not permit such variables to arise. He sought to shake off the entanglement with the Demon Child and rush to stop Misha. His reaction indicated that Misha's actions were indeed effective; the others would not let him have his way and rushed forward, disregarding their own physical conditions in an attempt to obstruct him.
In a state of panic, Zhu Teng exerted all his strength. The others fought desperately, deliberately drawing Zhu Teng's attention away and redirecting him elsewhere to avoid disturbing Misha. Misha didn’t even need divine attention to know what actions everyone would take. Not wanting his companions to perish, he pushed forward with his advancement techniques. It was fortunate that he still had the identity of Buddha Cultivation; otherwise, he might have already met his end.
As the fusion progressed rapidly yet painfully, the sky changed once more. Thick clouds loomed overhead, but rays of light broke through, illuminating Misha. He heard murmurs—not Buddhist chants—but something even more pertinent to his current predicament.
Misha abandoned the Sutra and clumsily mimicked the sounds he heard. As he became proficient in reciting them, the cracks on his body ceased, and he relaxed completely, experiencing the joy of ascension.
More and more light poured down, each ray accompanied by its own sacred text. Misha treasured them and missed none, etching them into his mind with his formidable comprehension and memory. His recitation greatly pleased the golden light, which he could even sense responding emotionally.
At that moment, a tremendous thunderclap echoed through the air. Just from that sound alone, one could tell it was extraordinary. Another rumbling followed, as if urging the golden light to depart; yet they lingered reluctantly, pulling Misha along as they left.
Misha ascended into the air and encountered the baptism of thunder. Thanks to the protection of the golden light, even the notoriously harsh ascension thunder was bearable. He felt grateful for their safeguarding but insisted they leave.
His original intention in becoming a divine beast was to have this thunder tribulation strike down upon the Cursed Dragon. Now that an even greater storm brewed overhead and his companions were still fighting for their lives, how could Misha continue to enjoy the protection of the golden light?
Without any guidance, Misha communicated with the golden light through sacred verses. Finally, they departed with childlike innocence but did not go far, hiding within the clouds and occasionally peeking out playfully.
Misha expressed his thanks before turning to lead the thunder toward the Cursed Dragon. From a distance, the Cursed Dragon spotted Misha's terrifying web of lightning and no longer wished to fight; it turned and fled.
During their earlier confrontation, Zhu Teng's mind had been racing with thoughts on how to respond. He had reassured himself that this was merely an ascension from a barren land; how powerful could it be? Perhaps it would just strike a few times before fading away.
But now, witnessing this spectacle made it clear that it was no less formidable than divine punishment itself.
Just an insignificant ant! How could it summon such earth-shattering thunder tribulations?
From afar, Zhu Teng felt a dull pain in his soul beginning to manifest. In his youth, he had merely survived under divine punishment; now he was left with nothing but a fragile spirit—how could he withstand such power?
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