Crack—!
Thunder tore through the sky.
The white Thunder Dragon roared furiously as it coiled around the ruins, its body ford entirely from lightning. Each swing of its claws shattered space itself.
Ethan did not retreat.
Instead, he charged straight into it.
Every punch he threw caused part of the Thunder Dragon’s lightning to dissipate—but at the sa ti, his own fist was torn apart.
Even with a body stronger than a ferocious ancient beast, Ethan could not fully withstand the terror of tribulation thunder.
After just a few punches, the flesh on his fists had been completely destroyed.
White bones were exposed.
Yet not a single drop of blood fell.
Because the instant blood erged, it was annihilated by the violent thunder power.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The deafening roars shook the heavens.
Ethan was like a madman.
He laughed wildly amid the thunderstorm and threw his sixteenth punch.
Golden energy erupted from his body, transforming into a roaring lion. It collided head-on with the Thunder Dragon, carrying an overwhelming, tyrannical montum.
Bang—!
A dull explosion echoed.
Ethan was blasted out of the sky and smashed heavily onto the stone platform.
The Thunder Dragon’s power weakened again, but its body was still solid enough to obliterate him completely.
"Cough... cough..."
Ethan staggered to his feet, his chest collapsing inward slightly.
"My Supre Tribulation... is a bit too strong."
Then, suddenly—
"Haha... hahaha!"
"But I, Ethan, just like this feeling!"
He straightened violently, spreading his arms wide.
His eyes turned blood-red.
His expression beca ferocious, twisted, almost insane.
At this mont, the blood in Ethan’s body boiled.
Every drop surged violently, roaring like a raging sea.
His physical potential—was completely stimulated.
A marvelous sensation flooded every inch of muscle, bone, and ridian.
And not just potential—
There was also the Supre Heart’s power he had swallowed earlier.
"Hahahahaha... co again!"
Ethan laughed crazily.
The golden energy around him turned crimson.
Bloody lightning crackled and danced across his body.
He clenched his fist, transford into a streak of blood-red light, and charged toward the Thunder Dragon once more.
"Co back! I really can’t help you now!"
Onyx Orchid shouted angrily from within his mind.
At this point, Ethan was no longer capable of resisting the tribulation rationally.
But Ethan could no longer hear him.
There was only one thought left—
Defeat the Thunder Tribulation.
Nothing else mattered.
"Good heavens... is this kid completely insane?"
Onyx Orchid felt genuine worry.
If this continued, Ethan might directly lose control and step into the Supre Tribulation prematurely.
The Supre Tribulation was exactly like this—
Filled with Great Dao power nearly a hundred tis stronger than the Nirvana Tribulation.
It was the ultimate temptation.
The power all cultivators dread of.
Once desire took over, reason vanished, and one would recklessly attack the tribulation... only to perish under it.
"No... wait."
Onyx Orchid suddenly noticed sothing wrong.
He stared closely at Ethan’s body.
A steady, unstoppable stream of power was surging out.
"This is... the Supre Heart!"
"And not only that—this is his own power!"
"This is a complete explosion of potential!"
Onyx Orchid’s pupils trembled.
This was terrifying.
Ethan had already displayed shocking talent and monstrous potential before.
Yet even now—
He still had so much hidden potential left.
Unbelievable.
Utterly unbelievable.
Onyx Orchid shook his head, feeling numb.
He had thought Ethan’s potential was already exhausted.
But in truth—
It had only just begun.
"With the explosion of potential and the Supre Heart’s power..."
"It’s enough to support this kid’s madness."
Onyx Orchid took a deep breath.
His heart finally settled.
The brutal exchange continued.
Punch after punch.
Thunder against flesh.
Lightning against bones.
Nearly a quarter of an hour passed.
Finally—
The white Thunder Dragon let out a final roar.
Its massive body shattered into countless lightning fragnts.
The tribulation... collapsed.
Bang—!
Ethan’s body fell heavily onto the stone platform.
His entire body was riddled with holes.
Bones shattered.
Flesh cracked.
Blood soaked the ground.
The fire in his eyes slowly faded.
The Original Power dissipated.
His pupils spread apart as his consciousness sank like a stone into the abyss.
The star array stopped rotating.
The ruins fell into complete silence.
A mont later—
Where the Thunder Dragon vanished, a new dragon condensed.
This one was milky white, solid, and gentle.
It was ford entirely from the pure power of the Great Dao.
It descended slowly and rged into Ethan’s heart.
Instantly—
Ethan’s broken body floated into mid-air.
Thousands upon thousands of Great Dao strands appeared, like soft silken threads, circling around him and wrapping him completely.
The shattered body repaired itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Like dead wood sprouting new shoots.
The collapsed consciousness slowly regrouped.
The baptism of the Great Dao had begun.
—
Outside the ruins.
Magnus suddenly opened his eyes.
"What... what’s going on?"
"Why can’t I feel Brother Ethan’s aura?!"
He rushed forward and pressed half his face against the stone door.
Nothing.
No breath.
No presence.
Ethan’s aura had **completely disappeared**.
"Failed...?"
Magnus froze.
"How could this be...?"
His fists clenched tightly as he shook his head in denial.
"I refuse to believe it."
"Impossible... absolutely impossible!"
"With Brother Ethan’s talent and thods, how could he fall to the Supre Tribulation?"
"He’s the man destined to beco a Great Emperor!"
Magnus paced back and forth frantically.
He wanted to break the stone door.
But he couldn’t.
All he could do was wait.
And pray.
"My perception must be wrong... it must be wrong..."
His voice trembled.
—
At the sa ti.
On the shore of Heavenly Lake.
Zeon stood atop a towering tree, gazing toward the north.
A terrifying aura was rapidly approaching.
Its strength was no weaker than Asher’s.
"What a powerful presence..."
"Could it be... the Holy Lord?"
His eyes narrowed.
Two streams of light pierced the sky and descended upon Heavenly Lake.
A tall, handso man with long flowing hair.
And beside him, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, slightly curled hair.
"Isolde Stonebridge!"
Zeon recognized her instantly.
And if Isolde was here—
Then that man could only be one person.
The Holy Lord of the Endless Mountains Holy Land.
**Atlas Ashmount.**
Judging from his aura, he was at least at the Peak Interdiate stage of the Supre Realm.
A true overlord.
In Skyreach Territory, this man possessed absolute authority.
Boom—!
They landed on the lake’s surface.
The pressure they released casually caused the entire Heavenly Lake to tremble violently.
Waves surged outward in all directions.
Trees bent and swayed.
Everyone present turned toward them.
When they saw Isolde Stonebridge and Atlas Ashmount, shock flooded their faces.
They dropped to one knee.
"Greetings, Holy Lord!"
"Greetings, Her Majesty the Saint!"
Atlas Ashmount had no expression on his face and just waved his hand.
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