Chapter 659: Chapter 453: Breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage, Mastering the Celestial Thunder Divine Power

RUMBLE—

With one final surge, the indomitable Hao Zhix was finally shattered.

An endless torrent of powerful spiritual energy burst forth, nourishing Lin Chang’sheng’s entire being.

At this moment, the utterly exhausted Lin Chang’sheng was like a parched rice field meeting a mountain stream; every cell in his body opened wide, frantically absorbing the primordial power erupting from within.

That powerful primordial power surged through Lin Chang’sheng’s Eight Extraordinary Meridians, crazily strengthening his flesh.

This Mahayana Stage primordial power was far mightier than that of the Integration Stage—Lin Chang’sheng felt his strength multiply not just tenfold, but even more.

No wonder, he realized, that when he was at the Integration Stage, he was completely helpless before a Mahayana powerhouse. Only by unleashing his Body Strengthening Technique, raising his body to the same realm, could he barely stand his ground.

RUMBLE—

Just as Lin Chang’sheng broke through to the Mahayana Stage, a heavenly sign appeared in the sky—he had drawn down the thunder tribulation upon entering Mahayana.

Only by enduring the cleansing of Celestial Thunder could one earn the approval of the Heavenly Dao.

Those who failed to withstand Heaven’s wrath would perish, body and soul scattered.

Staring at the thundering sky, Lin Chang’sheng leapt up, crossed his legs high above, and accepted the tribulation head-on.

Otherwise, if he remained inside the Divine Pill Pavilion, the entire pavilion would be obliterated beneath the thunder tribulation.

"He really broke through to Mahayana?"

Zhu Xuan gazed at Lin Chang’sheng bathed in thunderlight in the heavens, utterly stunned.

Lin Chang’sheng was only a few years older than her, but he had already broken into Mahayana?

The difference between them was truly this vast?

It seemed that even among prodigies, there was a chasm between the peerless and the ordinary ones—impossible to cross.

"Look! There’s a cultivator breaking through to Mahayana, drawing the thunder tribulation!"

"No way! Breaking through inside the city—won’t the Celestial Thunder hit ordinary people too?"

"For real! This is too dangerous, everyone move back!"

"No wonder he’s the top genius on the Celestial Pride List—maybe he’ll have a place at the upcoming Dao Discussion Conference in a few years!"

...

Below, people broke into heated discussions. The more timid commoners quickly scattered, afraid Heaven’s thunder gathering above would strike them down as collateral.

Ordinary mortals couldn’t withstand the power of Celestial Thunder—a single bolt would be enough to end their lives ten times over.

Yet cultivators of some cultivation lingered nearby, determined to watch and see whether Lin Chang’sheng could truly survive the thunder tribulation.

This tribulation was indeed a tremendous trial for any cultivator.

But at the same time, it was a supreme tempering of the body and soul.

It was said that anyone capable of enduring all eighty-one bolts of the thunder tribulation could easily break into the Tribulation Crossing Stage in the future.

If one failed, it only meant the physical body was too weak—progress beyond this point would be near impossible.

With every strike of Celestial Thunder, the cultivator’s flesh was hammered and tempered—only after a thousand foundry-like trials could one enter the Mahayana Realm.

RUMBLE—

Suddenly, the first bolt of thunder smashed down, a roaring dragon of lightning crashing into Lin Chang’sheng’s body.

This strike looked overwhelmingly powerful, yet it didn’t faze Lin Chang’sheng at all.

Bands of lightning swam across Lin Chang’sheng’s body, and then disappeared almost instantly.

With the fall of the first thunderbolt, the second, and then the third, quickly followed in succession.

If an ordinary person faced such a tribulation, they would be in unimaginable agony.

But Lin Chang’sheng’s flesh was incomparably strong, and on top of that he already wielded the power of Celestial Thunder himself.

These bolts of Celestial Thunder landing on Lin Chang’sheng might as well have been tickling him—they made no real impact.

Not until the seventieth-something thunderbolt struck did Lin Chang’sheng actually feel anything.

The mighty thunder crashed down, tempering every fiber of his muscles with terrifying intensity.

Rays of thunder light darted through his body, washing clean every inch of his flesh and bone.

"Yes!"

Battered again and again by Celestial Thunder, Lin Chang’sheng felt an exhilarating pleasure spreading throughout his body—he almost wanted even more thunder to rain down.

With relentless thunderbolts, Lin Chang’sheng sensed his physical body growing tougher and more formidable with every moment.

"Has that guy gone stupid from getting shocked so many times?"

"Doesn’t look like it to me! Actually, his body looks much stronger than before! Honestly, it seems like the Celestial Thunder isn’t hurting him at all—it’s helping him temper his flesh!"

"No way! That’s just freakish—how can even the Celestial Thunder not threaten him?"

"Don’t be so sure—the thunder just now was the appetizer. The last three strikes are the true killers!"

"Exactly! Especially that final thunderbolt—its power alone is worse than all those before combined. Terrifying!"

...

The surrounding great cultivators murmured among themselves.

Soon enough, it was time for the last three thunderbolts.

And these three were far stronger than the initial ones, no comparison at all.

They were visibly bigger than all the first bolts—

The earlier thunder strikes, if likened to the width of a human arm, now rained down with the size of a whole pavilion.

CRACK—

The thunder split the heavens and crashed towards Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng instead showed no fear, gazing calmly into the sky, letting the thunder descend upon his body.

BOOM—

In the blink of an eye, a colossal Divine Thunder smashed into Lin Chang’sheng, sending him plummeting over thirty feet below.

His entire set of clothes was instantly reduced to ash beneath the Divine Thunder’s fury.

But Lin Chang’sheng’s flesh was completely unharmed; bolts of thunder danced in his body, forging a fortress that could not be broken.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—

In the next instant, the Celestial Thunder seemed to rage even harder, gathering into an even greater strike and slamming down toward Lin Chang’sheng again.

Lin Chang’sheng soared up to meet it head-on. Otherwise, if the thunder had landed on the ground, it might have blasted a pit straight through the city, spelling death for countless innocents below.

"That guy’s fucking crazy! He’s flying straight into the Divine Thunder?"

Zhu Xuan saw Lin Chang’sheng rush up, staring in utter disbelief.

She herself felt she would struggle just to survive the first Divine Thunder, and Lin Chang’sheng was enduring even these last, overwhelming ones?