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Others had more freedom of movement; it seemed they had found a direction for their investigation. When night fell, no one was seen, and when they encountered each other in the morning, they merely said to leave everything to them, allowing her to focus on her studies.
More than a month passed, and Misha finally overcame the first eighty tribulations. The final one had been brewing for a full four days. Elder Tong, early in the morning, stood motionless in the courtyard, seemingly uninterested in teaching.
Not far away, dark clouds rolled ominously, causing Sang Qingxiao's heart to race. He should be able to endure this, right? Sang Qingxiao asked this almost daily, and as the final phase approached, he even asked several times a day. Elder Tong answered without any impatience, his tone serious as if he were reassuring himself.
"Don't worry; he is still in good spirits. Looking at this Celestial Phenomenon, it should be happening soon."
In the evening, the long-anticipated final thunder tribulation finally descended. As it struck, Tremor Mountain shook violently; the small courtyard halfway up the mountain was also affected. Though the house did not collapse, it swayed precariously.
Elder Tong waved his cane backward, restoring the remnants of the walls to their original state. Misha faced the lightning without any protection, reciting Divine Script while relying solely on his robust body to withstand it. The force of this strike was tremendous; Misha nearly failed to defend himself and fell rapidly toward the ground. Just before hitting the ground, he managed to stabilize himself.
His body was covered in wounds and drenched in his own blood. Under the residual power of the thunder tribulation, dense electric arcs wrapped around him, and his red blood was charred black.
Those favored by heaven were indeed different. This final thunder tribulation had been passed.
While others watched in fear, Elder Tong felt genuine envy and jealousy. In his day, he had nearly been turned into a skeleton and had experienced rebirth from flesh and blood—just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
Misha stood there dazedly, causing onlookers to feel anxious. They wanted to approach but were hindered by the dense arcs of electricity surrounding him.
Elder Tong thought there was nothing more to see and was about to turn back to rest when he saw Misha—charred all over—ignoring his severe injuries and gathering some strength to charge toward the sky.
This is bad! What is he doing? If he can't ascend, then don't force it! There are other methods; why push himself at this moment?
Elder Tong flew over to stop him, but before he could get close, heaven had already acted. The dark clouds coalesced into a giant hand that pressed Misha back down to the ground. Misha attempted again but found himself immobilized under heaven's heavy pressure.
From afar, they could hear him roaring in frustration: "There’s no path to ascend! Where is my master?"
As feared, the worst scenario unfolded. Misha stubbornly resisted heaven's will until it grew tired of his antics. It seized him—this charred figure—and hurled him toward the small courtyard halfway up the mountain.
Everyone hurriedly gathered around to comfort him. Elder Tong sighed repeatedly; he protected you so well—how could you not recognize a good heart and constantly go against it? With Qilin's emergence after the thunder tribulation, there was supposed to be a grand Celestial Phenomenon to announce itself to the world.
Just do it, erase the Celestial Phenomenon completely. Misha was already exhausted, lying in the yard, no longer struggling; I don't care!
You may not care, but we do! The energy gathered from the Celestial Phenomenon will be scattered across this land after the announcement, a blessing that will benefit everyone. Do you understand? The people of the entire continent will gain something from this blessing, to varying degrees!
If this Celestial Phenomenon becomes even more extraordinary, even barren lands might slowly recover.
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