Chapter 092: The Exposure of the Technique

  "So it's true... he's absorbing the energy of the heavenly tribulation. What kind of technique is this?" Gu Mo muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief as he observed Yang Tian closely. He was utterly stunned.

  This technique was beyond comprehension. It allowed one to absorb the energy of a heavenly tribulation, eliminating the fear of perishing during such trials. Heavenly tribulations were the most dreaded punishment for cultivators, something even the most powerful experts feared.

  "I must obtain this technique... I must! With it, I could become a divine child... a divine child!" Gu Mo's mind was consumed by greed. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, and the desire to claim the technique for himself burned fiercely within him.

  At this moment, Yang Tian's skin had taken on a silvery hue, with arcs of lightning visibly coursing over his body. This was the energy of the heavenly tribulation, and it left the onlookers in awe.

  A technique that could absorb the power of a heavenly tribulation? They had never heard of such a thing. Yet, seeing Yang Tian's body manifesting the effects, they had no choice but to believe. If Yang Tian survived this, it would undoubtedly trigger a frenzy among the major families, all vying to seize the technique.

  "Yang Tian has truly stirred up a storm."

  Most of the onlookers gazed at Yang Tian with burning desire. Qing Yuan's chubby face twisted into a frown. The technique was too terrifying, and even he felt a shiver run down his spine.

  "He's not just stirred up a storm in the Eastern Continent... this could shake the entire world," Xing Hao said with a bitter smile. The technique was too extraordinary, something that shouldn't exist in this world.

  "That can't be possible," Shan Qu shook his head. While there were techniques that could absorb heavenly tribulations, the idea that it could incite such greed across the entire Eastern Continent seemed exaggerated.

  "However, Yang Tian's technique is far more powerful. To be able to absorb tribulation energy at the Martial Artist stage... that's just insane," Shan Qu added, as if recalling something.

  Heavenly tribulations were the greatest fear of cultivators. To refine the power of such a punishment was nothing short of miraculous. Qing Yuan and the others firmly believed that Yang Tian was not destined for an early death. They could almost see the path he was forging—a path paved with mountains of bones and rivers of blood.

  Yang Tian had mostly recovered from his injuries, and his strength had surpassed what it was before. Sensing the intense gazes fixed on him, Yang Tian's heart sank. He glanced around, realizing the gravity of the situation.

  "This has really blown up," Yang Tian muttered, his lips twitching. The War Heaven Technique was likely to attract the attention of ancient, reclusive experts. Even the most powerful figures might intervene.

  "It seems I'll need to lay low for a while after leaving Martial Dao Mountain," Yang Tian sighed, then refocused on his cultivation.

  Above, the dark clouds churned, the atmosphere thick with tension. Bolts of lightning as thick as arms danced within the clouds, each one more powerful than the last.

  *Boom!* The lightning descended, scorching and terrifying. Yang Tian charged forward, his black hair whipping wildly as he threw a punch at the oncoming bolt.

  *Crack!* Without any resistance, Yang Tian's body was sent flying. His flesh was torn open, bones exposed, and the pain was unbearable.

  With a roar, Yang Tian forced himself to sit cross-legged. Inside his body, he directed the lightning arcs toward his bones, using only a small portion to temper his flesh.

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  Fortunately, Yang Tian had obtained five Heavenly King's Heart Pills and numerous rare healing elixirs from Wang Long.

  His entire body was undergoing a transformation. Every bone was enveloped in a silvery light, as if being tempered by thunder and fire. The strength of his bones was increasing at an astonishing rate.

  "Since it's already exposed, let the storm rage even fiercer," Yang Tian thought, a wild determination surging within him. He quickly retrieved a jade bottle containing the Water of Life, dripping two drops onto his body before stashing it away.

  The brief flash of life energy caught the attention of many. Their eyes burned with desire as they watched Yang Tian's body recover at an incredible speed, his vitality surging to terrifying levels.

  "What was that just now? How could there be such a dense life energy?" Many whispered among themselves, shocked by Yang Tian's rapid recovery.

  "Probably some kind of heavenly treasure," someone speculated. The idea of the Water of Life was too outrageous, so no one dared to consider it.

  "He's got guts," Qing Yuan and Xing Hao exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of admiration and worry. While the Water of Life was a byproduct, many powerful families had elders nearing the end of their lifespans. Such a treasure could spark a catastrophe.

  The rich life energy washed over Yang Tian's body, healing his wounds at an incredible pace. Each tempered bone glowed with a treasure-like light, their strength increasing rapidly under the refining power of the tribulation.

  Yang Tian's body radiated an overwhelming vitality. His heart beat with a powerful rhythm, each thump resonating like the strike of a massive drum.

  This time, it only took Yang Tian the time it takes to drink two cups of tea to fully recover. His energy, spirit, and physical condition were all at their peak.

  Above, the dark clouds churned violently, the lightning arcs within growing more intense. The rumbling grew louder.

  *Boom!* A lightning serpent roared down, its silver light streaking across the sky. Yang Tian met it head-on, only to be sent flying once more. Smoke rose from his body, and large sections of his bones were visible.

  Gritting his teeth, Yang Tian stood up and used two more drops of the Water of Life. His wounds healed rapidly, and his body was now almost entirely silver, with arcs of lightning dancing across his skin.

  "What is that?" Gu Mo frowned, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what treasure Yang Tian was using. The speed of his recovery was unbelievable.

  *Rumble...* Yang Tian's body had become terrifyingly strong. Every inch of his muscles had been tempered by the tribulation, becoming almost translucent. The energy river above his dantian shimmered with life energy, growing more condensed and powerful.

  "If the tribulation ends, I might be able to break through," Yang Tian thought, a surge of joy welling up within him. With his foundation so solid, he might even leap several small realms.

  *Boom!* The seventh lightning strike descended. Yang Tian was sent flying, his hair disheveled. He used the Water of Life once more. By now, his skin was almost entirely silver.

  "That thing again... What treasure could possess such immense life energy?" Gu Mo's greed grew stronger. Yang Tian was like a walking treasure vault, and Gu Mo couldn't help but covet what he had.

  "Haha, the final lightning strike is coming," Qing Yuan and Xing Hao exchanged glances, their eyes filled with relief. With the Water of Life and his ability to refine the tribulation, Yang Tian was no longer in danger.

  "Don't be so sure," Shan Qu muttered, his expression tense.

  *Boom!* The eighth lightning strike descended, twice as powerful as the seventh. Yang Tian's hand was instantly shattered, and his aura weakened drastically. Many gasped—such severe injuries would normally take months to heal.

  "Yang Tian, you're going to die!" Li Hongtao roared, furious as he watched Yang Tian's body heal at an insane rate. His shattered hand was already mending, the life energy around him growing denser.

  "The tribulation is almost over," the crowd murmured, their eyes fixed on the sky. The dark clouds were beginning to disperse, and the ancient energy in the surroundings was slowly returning.

  "Wait... something's wrong," someone frowned, looking up at the sky.

  "How is this possible?" another exclaimed, staring in disbelief.

  "A ninth lightning strike? That's impossible!" Qing Yuan refused to believe it, but the energy in the sky was gathering once more. In the history of the Eastern Continent, surviving eight lightning strikes was already a rare feat. No one had ever triggered a ninth.

  "Haha, this must be divine punishment! Even the heavens won't let that little brat live!" Li Hongtao laughed maniacally, almost dancing with glee.

  "Divine punishment?" Many glanced at Li Hongtao, skeptical. Divine punishment was something only the most powerful cultivators could trigger, individuals capable of destroying the world. The heavens would not allow such beings to break through.

  A vast, oppressive force locked onto Yang Tian. Having fully recovered, Yang Tian opened his eyes, a dazzling silver light shooting into the sky.

  "Why is there a ninth lightning strike?" Yang Tian muttered, looking up at the gathering energy. Ancient energy from dozens of miles around was being drawn into the sky, turning it pitch black. Countless beasts trembled in fear, prostrating on the ground.