The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 517 - 299 1111

Having endured these two strikes of tribulation thunder, Nangong Zhen’s face immediately showed extreme fatigue. Even with the exquisite Storage Thunder Formation, it was still his own spiritual power that was being drained. To use the power of his flesh to contend with the might of heaven and earth, he had already done very well.

The tribulation clouds in the sky were slowly gathering and intertwining, but they stayed that way for a long time without any further developments. However, everyone knew that the next strike would be the most terrifying God Slaying Thunder. Many Immortals who had successfully crossed tribulation before believed that the power of this God Slaying Thunder was even greater than the last Heavenly Thunder.

The specialty of God Slaying Thunder lies not only in testing the Divine Skills, Dharma Body, and even the wealth of those crossing tribulation, but unlike other tribulation thunders that are easily dispelled by righteousness, God Slaying Thunder is unavoidable and undetectable, directly targeting the core of one’s heart; other tribulation thunders are vanquished by righteousness, yet God Slaying Thunder incites the chaos of Heart Demons, breeding countless sins, casting myriad illusions in the heart of the one facing tribulation.

This strike of God Slaying Thunder tests the Dao Heart!

At this moment, Nangong Zhen’s expression was as calm as a stagnant pond, and he even had the leeway to reach into his chest and take out an ivory-colored small gourd and hold it close.

She recognized this gourd; it was the very same small gourd Nangong Zhen used to serve wine on Lake Heart Island. Was he trying to imitate the pose of Guanyin? Ning Xiaoxian’s thoughts ran wild. Nangong Zhen’s expression was too serene, as serene as an old man about to pass away, giving her a bad premonition.

Just at that moment, Nangong Zhen glanced in her direction.

It was just one glance, as if it pierced through time and space to see her face. Changtian exclaimed in surprise, "It turns out he had discovered you long ago."

Nangong Zhen’s gaze then indifferently swept over and, after a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

A full fifteen minutes passed, and the tribulation clouds in the sky drew back, a purple-red lightning bolt shot down silently, without a rumble or a thunderclap, yet its speed surpassed any previous strikes. Ning Xiaoxian seemed to hear Changtian’s light sigh, then saw the tiny and delicate Purple Lightning, thin as paper, striking directly between Nangong Zhen’s eyebrows.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Ten breaths passed.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed.

Thirty minutes passed.

Nangong Zhen still sat in place like a clay statue, his peaceful expression unchanged.

It seemed like a long time before Changtian finally said in a low voice, "He did not withstand this strike of God Slaying Thunder, he has already passed away in meditation. The most terrifying aspect of Heavenly Tribulation lies in the complete annihilation of the physical body and Divine Soul after failing to cross the tribulation. Although the God Slaying Thunder is special, not harming Nangong Zhen’s physical body, his Divine Soul has been extinguished, dissolved between heaven and earth, and he can no longer even enter Reincarnation."

Ning Xiaoxian opened her mouth but did not know what to say, suddenly feeling a faint pain at the tip of her heart. Just a few days ago, this old man was sitting cross-legged by the campfire, speaking cheerfully with her, mediating the relationship between Bai Qing and her, but now he had passed away silently. The life of a Human is truly so fragile, even with awe-inspiring power, in the face of Heavenly Dao, they are still as insignificant as ants, extinguished at will.

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, she made a gesture to Tu Jin and quietly leapt down from the tree. Now the audience had realized that Nangong Zhen had failed in Crossing Tribulation, but they had not left yet and were lying quietly in place, experiencing the might of heaven and earth, which would greatly benefit their future cultivation.

The moment Ning Xiaoxian’s feet touched the ground, her heart stirred slightly, as if something was calling to her. She touched the soft grass with her hand and indeed, a small brocade bag seemed to have been waiting there, delicately slipping into her palm.

Without drawing attention, she summoned Qi Zai and fled with Tu Jin.

With Nangong Zhen’s passing, the tribulation clouds lingering for half a moment gradually dissipated into the invisible, departing as swiftly as they had arrived.

The place once again fell under the dominion of sunlight, but the Wild Valley beneath the bright heavenly light was now in disarray. The landscape, once as beautiful as paradise, was now replaced by scorched earth and blackened rubble, with some sands and stones even turned to glass by lightning strikes, dimly glittering under the sunlight.

At this moment, the disciples of Guangcheng Palace who had been waiting at the side rushed forward, respectfully kowtowing several times in front of Nangong Zhen’s body, weeping loudly. Regardless of the reasons why the Sect Leader had to face the Sixth Level Heaven Tribulation, for hundreds of years he had dedicated himself to Guangcheng Palace, almost giving his all, and all his disciples were grateful.

But why did Nangong Zhen leave his belongings not to his disciples but to Ning Xiaoxian instead?