Chapter 142: Thunder Tribulation
Dark clouds gathered, and an ominous wind blew.
Everyone was stunned as they watched the purple-black clouds suddenly converge overhead.
Ordinary people might not know what purple-black clouds meant, but how could Martial Artists not know?
'A Thunder Tribulation?'
"A Thunder Tribulation!"
Even if Ouyang Zhong was a million times unwilling to believe it, he still cried out in alarm. Not daring to linger for even a second, he twisted his body and was gone.
The Thunder Tribulation. Once a Unity Martial Artist triggered it, they had to use every means possible to survive. Failure meant not only being unable to pass the tribulation but also being utterly annihilated by it.
The Thunder Tribulation was one of the most powerful forces in Heaven and Earth.
Everyone had their own personal Thunder Tribulation. Therefore, no matter who it was, no one could forcibly enter the tribulation grounds. Otherwise, they would be instantly obliterated by the Thunder Tribulation, regardless of their power.
It was for this very reason that when Ouyang Zhong saw that Long Ao had actually triggered his own Thunder Tribulation, he didn't dare to linger for a moment and immediately left the tavern rooftop.
Around the rooftop, Ouyang Zhong stared intently at the young man on it, and at the massive, purple-black thundercloud that had formed above his head. His expression was as grim as it could possibly be.
A Thunder Tribulation. Just minutes ago, Long Ao was only in the Unity Realm, yet he had already triggered his personal tribulation. 'With such talent and potential, who among his peers could possibly compare?'
"Ancestor."
Waving his hand, Ouyang Zhong said in a chilling voice, "This boy must be killed. But the Thunder Tribulation is no small matter. Do not approach, or we will all be destroyed by it."
Ouyang Feng and the others certainly knew how terrifying the Thunder Tribulation was, so they didn't dare get close. Some of the more worried ones had even started to leave quickly.
Staring fixedly at the rooftop, Ouyang Zhong was utterly shocked. He never would have imagined that under the suppression of his powerful momentum, his opponent had not only avoided being fallen but had actually summoned his own Thunder Tribulation. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even if it killed him.
Long Ao triggering the Thunder Tribulation had completely stunned everyone.
"Long Ao triggered the Thunder Tribulation. It's truly terrifying."
"Talent like this is the most incredible I've ever seen. Long Ao... as long as he can survive tonight, he's destined to become a dragon soaring to the heavens."
Countless Martial Artists in the vicinity were discussing this animatedly. After all, Long Ao's reputation preceded him. He had killed Long Ying, Patriarch of the Fifth Level Long Family; he had slain Tang Lin, the National Protection Hall Master, and Yang Yi; he was ranked eleventh on the Hundred Battles Ranking. All of this was a testament to Long Ao's formidable strength.
But still, no one had ever imagined that Long Ao could successfully trigger his own Thunder Tribulation while under the pressure of Ouyang Zhong's momentum.
The Nebula Ancestor of the Nebula Royal Family was a legend in his own right. He had suddenly entered secluded cultivation ten years ago. After a decade of training, everyone had already guessed what level the Nebula Ancestor's strength had reached.
For this reason, everyone had assumed that Long Ao would surely be unable to withstand the Nebula Ancestor. But what was the result?
Putting others aside, Long Ao himself had never expected his Thunder Tribulation to arrive so quickly. However, he was certain that the only reason he could trigger it successfully this time was thanks to the suppression from Ouyang Zhong's momentum.
If he hadn't been resisting that momentum, who knew how long it would have taken to trigger the Thunder Tribulation. From this perspective, Long Ao should actually thank Ouyang Zhong. After all, without the pressure of his momentum, it would have been impossible to trigger the tribulation.
The Five Transformations, from lowest to highest, were divided into the Thunder Tribulation Realm, the Transformation Realm, the Human King Realm, the Earth Emperor Realm, and the Taoist Ancestor Realm.
The Thunder Tribulation could be called the stepping stone into the Transformation Realm. If one couldn't trigger it, then no matter how powerful they were, they could never advance to become a Transformed Martial Artist.
Although he had not yet advanced to become a Thunder Tribulation Martial Artist, Long Ao still had some understanding of the Thunder Tribulation Realm.
The Thunder Tribulation was a Realm that Innate Martial Artists, especially Peak Martial Artists of Unity, dreamed of advancing to. This was because once the tribulation was triggered, one would be baptized by its power—an event where opportunity and danger coexisted.
The danger: if you couldn't successfully pass the Thunder Tribulation, there was only one outcome—being struck dead by its lightning.
The opportunity: if you successfully passed the Thunder Tribulation, you would be baptized by it. Both your aura and the Spiritual Power within your body would undergo a qualitative change, an earth-shattering transformation.
Because of this, Long Ao knew very well in his heart that for a Martial Artist, the Thunder Tribulation was always an opportunity.
Once your personal Thunder Tribulation was triggered, it would lock onto you whether you liked it or not. This was why some cowardly Martial Artists, upon triggering their own tribulation, became terrified before they even tried to face it.
And for that reason, these frightened Martial Artists were doomed to fail without even making an attempt.
Long Ao also knew what this Thunder Tribulation meant for him. He hadn't been in the Unity Realm for very long. According to his previous calculations, he would need at least a year to trigger the tribulation. But now, that time had been shortened by more than tenfold. What did that even mean?
Above him, the clouds roiled as the purple-black storm gathered rapidly. Dark clouds churned from all directions, and an ominous wind blew.
CRACK, CRACK.
Peals of thunder rang out. Thunderclouds rolled in from all directions, near and far, with a deafening RUMBLE. The sound was astonishingly powerful, like ten thousand horses galloping or a stampede of wild mustangs.
The thundercloud grew even denser. In a short time, all the surrounding clouds had converged directly above Long Ao's head. It was massive, enormous. Looking up from below, some people even began to tremble.
The Thunder Tribulation.
This was the Thunder Tribulation.
This was the so-called Thunder Tribulation, the first hurdle to cross when stepping into the Transformation Realm.
Everyone knew in their hearts that with Long Ao triggering his own Thunder Tribulation, there were only two possible outcomes. First, he could fail to pass and be destroyed by it. Second, he could pass it successfully and advance to become a Thunder Tribulation Martial Artist.
Life and death would be decided in this single moment.
For this reason, everyone around stared intently at the young man on the rooftop and the thundercloud above his head. Everyone was expectant, curious, wanting to see if Long Ao could pass the Thunder Tribulation.
Ouyang Zhong and Ouyang Feng's expressions grew ever darker, but there was also a hint of anticipation. After all, both knew very well what the Thunder Tribulation entailed. It could be said that in their minds, the probability of Long Ao successfully passing was less than thirty percent. What did that mean? It meant that in their eyes, Long Ao was as good as dead facing this tribulation.
But at that very moment, someone shouted, "Look! What is Long Ao trying to do?"
"Ah! Has he gone insane?"
"He's lost his mind. What a shame."
Just as everyone was crying out in shock, Long Ao, who had been motionless until now, suddenly brandished his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and shot toward the Thunder Tribulation above. Pushing off his own feet to gain altitude, his speed was incredibly fast.
