"Have you ever wondered why you always manage to escape death, yet you're always being hunted down?"
When No-Face first appeared, he didn't even have a human form; he was just a wisp of energy, and he told him the whole truth in a mocking tone.
It turns out that the life he was so proud of was just a script arranged by Him.
Those unexpected treasures, the constant appearance of enemies, all the love, all the hate, all became a joke.
"You must have noticed by now that no matter how much you cultivate, you can't make any further progress, because you were forced to reach this level by me." He said, his tone full of disdain. "You've used so many rare and precious treasures, yet you only reached the first level of the Tribulation Transcending stage. You really are a waste."
Only those who have broken through the tribulation know that the process from tribulation to ascension can actually be divided into three levels. Only by breaking through the third level of tribulation can one attempt to ascend. Since breaking through the first level of tribulation, Fen Qi has been unable to break through any further, no matter how hard he tries. And as long as he doesn't break through, he may die from exhaustion.
Fen Qi, who was stuck at the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, had once doubted whether his astonishingly fast advancement speed was a dream. Now that he had woken up from the dream, he seemed to have returned to the useless person he was at the beginning who couldn't even break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Unfortunately, the truth was even crueler than he imagined.
Fenqi angrily drove Him away, but all his attacks were useless against Him. On the contrary, He could control the lightning tribulation. When the dark clouds gathered, Fenqi finally believed that He was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.
After all, besides the Heavenly Dao, who else can control the lightning tribulation?
“I want to make a deal with you. You’re a smart man, you know what to do,” He said slowly, as thunder roared outside—a blatant threat.
Fen Qi chuckled self-deprecatingly. His past experiences told him that the other party couldn't possibly be genuinely kind in helping him improve his cultivation. The so-called cooperation was merely the beginning of collecting interest. A jackal won't stop until it has completely devoured its prey.
As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Ever since Fenqi agreed to the faceless man's request, he has become increasingly entangled in the situation. Even though he knows how horrific his actions are, he has become numb to it all.
In the dead of night, the memories of being a slave tormented him. He knew how terrible it was to be powerless, so even if it meant trampling on his dignity and abandoning everything, he would hold on to the power in his hands and climb up no matter what.
Only by climbing higher and higher, reaching the very top, could he look down upon those geniuses and prove that he was not a waste.
But alas, fate is just so unreasonable.
He thought that Zhou Donghan and the Demon Lord, whose lives had been arranged by Him just like his, would also be trapped at the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Stage for their entire lives—something he had longed for in his heart for countless years—but as it turned out, even Zhou Donghan could reach the second level of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, and the Demon Lord was even trying to break through to the third level of the Tribulation Transcending Stage now.
From beginning to end, he was the only useless one.
But it's okay.
Fen Qi looked up at the surging silver light of the black clouds, made a grasping motion, and his eyes were filled with determination.
Even if they are trash, he will stop at nothing to survive to the end, and then watch them become his defeated opponents from above.
…………
Shen Yebai and Zuo Shu bid farewell to Qin Moyu and headed towards Duxin Lake together.
The further they went, the more frequently lightning struck. Even though Shen Yebai and Zuo Shu were focused on the sky, they still inevitably encountered it several times.
The spiritual energy that was usually used was no match for lightning. Even the most powerful magic weapon could only withstand the lightning for a few more seconds before it was destroyed. Fortunately, Shen Yebai reacted quickly and threw away the magic weapon, but he was still affected by the lightning, and his entire right hand was numb from the electric shock.
"No, we can't get into the pavilion like this." Zuo Shu's face was pale. The frequent dodging had exhausted her, as she was not good at physical skills. She also knew that Shen Yebai didn't have many magic treasures left and wouldn't be able to hold on until they got in.
"What should we do then?" Shen Yebai looked at the pavilion so close by, his eyes filled with resentment.
The opportunity to sever all ties with Shen Mo was right in front of him; if he gave it up now, Shen Yebai might regret it for the rest of his life.
"If we can't get in, why don't we let the Demon Lord come out to see us?" Zuo Shu said through gritted teeth, her hands forming hand seals. "I'll trouble you, young master, to protect me."
Shen Yebai's gaze was deep as he asked, "How long?"
"A quarter of an hour."
"Okay." Shen Yebai agreed readily, but what was easy to say was difficult to do.
Previously, they relied on changing positions to avoid the lightning strikes. Now that Zuo Shu can't move due to magic, it means that Shen Yebai will have to withstand at least one lightning strike.
Besides the few magical treasures he possessed, Shen Yebai could only rely on a long sword.
Time ticked by, and the worst outcome still arrived—
A bolt of lightning, as thick as a waist, struck down suddenly, its silvery flashes mixed with purple light.
Without hesitation, Shen Yebai threw out his magic weapons. All the magic weapons combined couldn't withstand the attack for long. As the magic weapons were cleaved in two by lightning, Shen Yebai could only gather his sword intent and fight on his own.
The moment the lightning struck Shen Yebai's longsword, blood trickled from the corner of his lips. The powerful impact nearly caused him to lose his grip on the sword, and his arm sank lower and lower. He let out a loud shout, disregarding everything else, and desperately tried to push himself up.
"Click—"
A faint cracking sound seemed almost insignificant amidst the thunder.
Shen Yebai ultimately couldn't hold on.
It wasn't that he lacked strength—in fact, he could have lasted longer—but rather that the sword in his hand couldn't withstand the lightning and shattered directly.
When the white light shone on his face, Shen Yebai did not regret coming here, but only regretted not looking at Qin Moyu a few more times.
But the imagined pain did not come; the lightning was blocked by an invisible barrier, just inches away from Shen Yebai.
Shen Yebai's physical strength alone would absolutely not be enough to withstand such immense power, unless...
Shen Yebai heard a voice, an extremely familiar voice.
Giving up is not my style.
At this moment, there is no longer a distinction between the main body and the divided soul. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they are ultimately one person, the same soul.