"It's time to come out!"
Inside the Soul‑Sacrifice Beauty Scroll, Lily Zhao watched as Evan Lin collapsed to the ground, and the distance between them only grew wider.
The female ghost carried the Spatial Ring and sped away from the center of the Heavenly Tribulation.
Lily Zhao's expression was anxious, but she still saw no real change in Evan Lin over there.
Things were starting to develop in ways she couldn't predict.
Lily Zhao watched Evan Lin fall onto the lid of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus, while the third Heavenly Tribulation was already starting to brew.
The winds stirred and clouds surged.
The power and pressure of the third Heavenly Tribulation were far more terrifying than the previous two.
Most crucially, Evan Lin now looked like he had completely lost the ability to resist.
To take on two Heavenly Tribulation bolts head‑on with just late‑stage Foundation Establishment strength—if word got out, it would be enough to shake the entire Immortal Martial world.
But this was already the absolute limit Evan Lin could reach. Yet just then, another extremely ancient aura suddenly appeared.
Seeing Evan Lin still motionless over there, Lily Zhao's face changed instantly—she was about to charge out of the Soul‑Sacrifice Beauty Scroll. Vast, primitive, solemn, and with a hint of indescribable grandeur.
But besides being blocked by the other two female ghosts, the most crucial thing was the restriction Evan Lin had placed on the Soul‑Sacrifice Beauty Scroll before he fainted. As this aura appeared, the youth lying amidst the third Heavenly Tribulation slowly opened his eyes.
That restriction meant Lily Zhao had no way to leave for the time being. “The youth who fought the two bolts of lightning seems to have disappeared?”
"This can't happen, this can't happen! He didn’t resist at all—just died like that?"
"This Heavenly Tribulation wasn't even meant for you—why haven't you appeared yet? Why hasn't the real you shown up yet!" Watching the third Heavenly Tribulation, the hidden experts all felt a chill in their hearts.
Lily Zhao clenched her fists, her face pale. Just smelling a trace of the lightning tribulation’s aura in the air made their souls tremble.
She was deeply afraid her guess had gone wrong—if so, Evan Lin would surely be obliterated under the third Heavenly Tribulation, vanishing from this world. This shows how terrifying the third Heavenly Tribulation was.
That was the last thing Lily Zhao wanted to see. "The outcome is decided."
Evan Lin lay atop the Great Bronze Sarcophagus. Someone spoke in a deep voice.
His consciousness was already completely gone; his mind was foggy.
Under a sky as dark as ink, the lonely youth lay there, covered in wounds. Beside him, the Woman Statue still held its sky-gazing pose.
The Woman Statue's gaze seemed fixed on the Heaven's Eye high above, quietly meeting its stare.
Next to the Woman Statue, a patch of thick, lightless darkness slowly shifted to Evan Lin's side.
Inside the darkness, nothing could be seen.
A cold laugh echoed from the pitch-black darkness.
Earlier, a single hand had emerged from that darkness to swiftly finish off Phoenix Bai. Now, as it watched Evan Lin lying on the ground, it had no intention of intervening.
Wind and thunder continued to gather.
The air around them was almost frozen in place.
Terrifying pressure surged back and forth between heaven and earth.
A cluster of even more terrifying lightning was taking shape.
The third Heavenly Tribulation.
The immense pressure from the heavens felt almost tangible.
Beneath the heavens, dark clouds pressed overhead.
Suddenly, rain began to fall.
A torrential downpour swept in, bringing a chilling cold with it.
Raindrops landed on Evan Lin, icy and bone-chilling.
On Hong Kong Island, everyone felt the cold at that moment. They were silent as cicadas in winter, no one dared to speak or move.
After gathering for an unknown amount of time.
Finally.
The third Heavenly Tribulation finally condensed into a bolt of lightning that seemed almost solid.
This bolt was different from the first and second Heavenly Tribulation strikes.
The entire bolt looked like a shard of solid ice, descending from the horizon with an aura of pure terror, poised at the highest point of the sky.
A Heavenly Tribulation strike as cold as ice.
If you got close, you'd realize it wasn't ice at all—the Heavenly Tribulation had condensed all the lightning countless times over, forming just this tiny shard.
As the third bolt of tribulation fell from the sky,
Wherever that shard of ice passed, thunderclouds flashed and lightning never ceased.
The third Heavenly Tribulation bolt plunged straight toward Evan Lin.
Its power grew with every inch it descended.
The lower it dropped, the denser and more violent the lightning around the third tribulation became.
By the time the bolt was about to strike Evan Lin, the area was already a sea of lightning.
The flickering lightning was filled with an unparalleled, terrifying pressure.
Inside Evan Lin.
The pistil of the Lyria Blossom was about to bloom several times, but the eyes of the Left‑Hand Dragon always watched warily.
One flower, one dragon—facing off in place.
Until the moment the third Heavenly Tribulation completely struck.
Only then did the Left‑Hand Dragon turn its gaze, suddenly leaving Evan Lin’s left hand.
It roamed through Evan Lin’s body, instantly merging with him.
The Lyria Blossom spun gently, its faint dark luster spreading. It showed no pressure and was unaffected by the sudden surge in Evan Lin’s body.
Seeing the Left‑Hand Dragon appear, the Lyria Blossom actually calmed down.
"It’s over!"
Lily Zhao stared, her heart skipping a beat.
"The third Heavenly Tribulation struck him, but why—why hasn’t that person appeared yet?"
Lily Zhao’s face was anxious and pale.
That was Heavenly Tribulation!
"It shouldn’t be like this…"
"It shouldn’t…"
"Could I have made a mistake?"
"Is this person not him?"
Lily Zhao’s eyes were lost, her whole body cold, her heart sinking lower and lower.
She looked outside the Soul‑Sacrifice Beauty Scroll at the pouring rain, at the youth lying atop the Great Bronze Sarcophagus, at the third Heavenly Tribulation pressing down in an extremely terrifying way.
She stood there in a daze, her heart churning with countless emotions.
"It’s fallen."
"The youth who fought the two bolts of lightning seems to have disappeared?"
"He didn’t resist at all—just died like that?"
Watching the third Heavenly Tribulation, the hidden experts all felt a chill in their hearts.
Just smelling a trace of the lightning tribulation’s aura in the air made their souls tremble.
This shows how terrifying the third Heavenly Tribulation was.
"The outcome is decided."
Someone spoke in a deep voice.
“Although I don’t know who has such ability to command heavenly power and summon divine lightning, I must find a way to make friends with such a person.”
Someone else spoke.
It might not be a person—it could be some ancient treasure emerging. Those things just now were the arrays guarding it; now that the array is activated, that youth surely won’t survive.
Another spoke, saying so.
Most of them didn’t even recognize Heavenly Tribulation.
After all, no one had seen it with their own eyes.
So they could only guess with their own perspective.
Yet without exception, everyone sensed the terror of this Heavenly Tribulation.
The lightning of the third Heavenly Tribulation had not yet faded.
And amidst the sea of thunder and lightning.
Another extremely ancient aura suddenly appeared.
Vast, primitive, solemn, and with a hint of indescribable grandeur.
As this aura appeared, the youth lying amidst the third Heavenly Tribulation slowly opened his eyes.