Invincible Soul Emperor

The intertwining of intense pain and numbness seared Ye Qingchen’s nerves with electric currents, making each breath feel like a struggle in flames.

Ye Qingchen’s consciousness was gradually dispersing, but he was still unwilling to fall here.

He tried hard to focus, attempting to use the remaining Spiritual Power to steady his mind, but the intense pain and the oppression from the lightning made it nearly impossible for him to control his body.

He forcefully endured the excruciating pain, barely opened his eyes, trying to find a sliver of life.

However, the sight before him made him feel hopeless. The heavenly thunder continued to fall densely from the sky, like a merciless deity of death, giving him no chance to breathe.

Ye Qingchen’s body was almost penetrated, his clothes tattered, and his skin charred.

His legs were unable to stand steadily due to successive lightning strikes, barely managing to support his body. His head was dizzy, and his thoughts became sluggish, almost impossible to focus.

At this desperate moment, Ye Qingchen suddenly felt a strong instinct to survive.

He knew that he could not fall here, or else all efforts would be for naught.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, concentrating the last shred of Spiritual Power, attempting to find a way to escape.

He recalled his previous experiences, thinking of the power of the lightning scales and the vine.

Ye Qingchen gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, using the remaining Spiritual Power to summon some vines to wrap around himself.

These vines, though unable to completely fend off the attacks of the heavenly thunder, could slightly reduce its impact.

At the same time, he tightly held a few lightning scales in his hand, using them to channel part of the lightning’s energy.

Though his body was on the brink of collapse, Ye Qingchen managed to set up a weak protective barrier through sheer will.

The heavenly thunder continued to strike, and Ye Qingchen’s body trembled under the impact, the pain and numbness still tormenting his nerves.

But he gritted his teeth, stubbornly persisting, striving to stay conscious.

Ye Qingchen endured the severe pain, gritting his teeth through the strikes of the heavenly thunder.

Every time the thunder struck, his body trembled, the intense pain nearly causing him to faint, but he held on through sheer willpower.

The remaining Spiritual Power circulated with difficulty within him, repairing the damaged muscles and meridians.

The protection from the vines and lightning scales, though weak, granted him a slight respite.

Ye Qingchen’s eyes were resolute, and although the power of the thunder continued to intensify, and his body was continuously battered, he never once thought of giving up.

The intense pain nearly made him unable to stand, but he still desperately stood firm, refusing to fall.

Finally, the power of the thunder gradually weakened, and the dark clouds began to disperse.

Ye Qingchen’s body, after countless baptisms by lightning, was worn out, but his resolve was even more steadfast.

Just a little more persistence, and he could pass through this ordeal.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath, concentrating the last bit of Spiritual Power, doing some repairs on the injuries within, and continued moving forward.

Ye Qingchen staggered, his body tottering, but every step was filled with determination.

He followed the path of the Trial Field, moving towards the exit ahead.

Every step felt like stepping on the edge of a knife, but he did not retreat. The fall of the Thunder Behemoth and the retreat of the heavenly thunder were the result of his relentless persistence.

With each step forward, Ye Qingchen finally saw the end of the Trial Field.

A trace of joy flickered in his eyes, although his body was on the brink of its limits.

He had already successfully passed this trial.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm and clear-headed, continuing to step forward.

When Ye Qingchen took the final step and walked out of the Thunderclap Trial Field, he felt a rush of fresh air, and the roaring sound of thunder was replaced by the tranquil sound of wind.

He had finally walked out of the Thunderclap Trial Field, successfully surpassing this checkpoint.

Though his body was still exhausted, and his injuries not fully recovered, Ye Qingchen was filled with the joy of victory.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate Spiritual Power, regulating and repairing the injuries within.

As the Spiritual Power flowed, he felt his meridians gradually relaxing, and the wounds were slowly healing.

Ye Qingchen, while restoring his Spiritual Power, felt the constant flow of energy within him.

Yet, he suddenly discovered that his body seemed to have undergone a significant transformation.

With the circulation of Spiritual Power, he carefully perceived each change, astonished to find that the baptism of the Thunder Trial had not destroyed him, but rather made his body more resilient.

Although there were still some charred marks on the surface of his skin, those marks were quickly repaired by the powerful Spiritual Power within, revealing the smooth and firm muscles beneath.

He touched his arm, feeling the muscles stronger and more powerful than before, as if every inch of muscle was filled with explosive force.

His body lines became more pronounced, the muscle fibers tightly arranged, full of a sense of strength.

Ye Qingchen stood up, discovering that he seemed to have grown taller, his already tall and straight figure now even more grand and imposing.

His legs appeared longer and stronger, with each step carrying a sharp momentum.

His shoulders became broader, back muscles bulging, forming a perfect inverted triangle, giving an impression of invincibility.

Ye Qingchen noticed these changes, and quickly glanced around.

Seeing a river nearby, Ye Qingchen quickly walked to a spot before a water mirror.

Upon seeing his face, Ye Qingchen paused for a moment. His already handsome face now appeared even more extraordinarily handsome.

The facial lines were more defined, the contour of his chin more resolute, a heroic spirit between his brows.

His eyes, after the baptism of lightning, seemed brighter, gleaming with a determined light.

The face that once appeared slightly weary from cultivation now seemed vibrant, his entire demeanor becoming more extraordinary.

Ye Qingchen felt this change, his heart filled with joy.

This unexpected gain from the Thunder Trial not only enhanced his strength but also transformed his body and appearance.

He gently moved his limbs, feeling the abundant power within, sensing that his physical body had entered an entirely new Realm.

Hahaha, this is wonderful!

Every trial seems tailor-made for him.

He wondered if, after going through these trials once more, his power would be even stronger?

Ye Qingchen thought with delight, but still moved forward, putting those thoughts aside for now.

Obtaining the Buddha’s Relic is the most important.

Jiang Qi returned to the grand hall of the Jiang Ancient Clan, the opulence of the hall was awe-inspiring.

The hall towered into the clouds, adorned with lavish, intricate carvings and a golden splendor.

Huge red wooden pillars were carved with dragons and phoenixes, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Jiang Ancient Clan.