Super Insane Doctor of the Goddess Chapter 3499: Terrifying Heavenly Punishment!

"Elder Zi Xu, Elder Yan Jin, didn't you face the exact same trial during your own Immortal Venerable Thunder Tribulation?" Someone inquired with evident haste. The onlookers turned their gazes toward Jian Zixu and Jian Yanjin, awaiting their answer.

"Not in the slightest!" Jian Zixu responded, shaking his head firmly. "When Brother Yan Jin and I underwent the Immortal Venerable Thunder Tribulation, the bolts descended one by one. There was never a moment where nine strokes of heavenly fury collided at once!"

Jian Yanjin furrowed his brows deeply, adding, "The Immortal Venerable Thunder Tribulation is daunting enough even when arriving in single strikes. With nine bolts converging simultaneously, the scale of destruction and annihilation is truly beyond comprehension!"

"Heavens!" Bujie cried out. "Could the cosmos be so desperate to eliminate Brother Yang that it initiates with such overwhelming force?" The surrounding crowd felt a palpable tremor of unease, as this was far beyond anything they had anticipated for Yang Luo’s ascension.

Jian Zixu clenched his fists tightly. "The heavens must have perceived Little Friend Yang’s profound talent, comprehension, and potential—he is a genius among geniuses. The Dao itself refuses to permit such a prodigy to transcend, hence this merciless Heavenly Punishment."

Yan Juefeng smacked his lips, murmuring, "I was filled with envy regarding his aptitude earlier, but not anymore. This tribulation is clearly determined to crush him completely."

Jin Shengming sighed, reflecting, "Perhaps this is the price for Brother Yang’s habit of enduring the most intense thunder tribulations. His uniqueness, his ability to dominate within the same realm, and his power to defeat foes beyond his level, stem from this very adversity."

Jian Yanjin offered a somber nod. "The Immortal Venerable Tribulation facing Little Friend Yang is indeed terrifying. However, should he manage to overcome it, he will undoubtedly achieve a metamorphosis. His cultivation will reach a level of stability and strength far beyond his peers. Fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin; that is the way of the world."

Jian Zixu let out a weary sigh. "Once the tribulation initiates, there is no turning back. We can only pray that Little Friend Yang can withstand the onslaught." Everyone gazed into the distant, chaotic starry sky, their collective anxiety deepening. Since every tribulation must be faced alone, they could offer naught but cheers and silent encouragement.

Deep within the void, nine pillars of purple heavenly lightning plummeted as one. Even Yang Luo was struck with shock. He had not expected such a catastrophic start. While he had intended to weather the storm with his physical form alone, the reality had shattered his tactical expectations.

Without hesitation, he pushed his cultivation to its limit, activating every physique secret technique at his disposal to construct dense defensive barriers.

Rumble! The nine bolts of lightning converged, instantly engulfing Yang Luo in a massive sea of violet thunder spanning hundreds of miles. Within that radius, every star shattered into dust. The very fabric of the Void was shredded, exposing jagged black rifts where chaotic mists bled through. The barriers Yang Luo had painstakingly erected were disintegrated in an instant. His hardened skin, muscles, and meridians were ripped apart, sending blood spraying into the celestial abyss.

"Ah..." Despite his legendary resilience, he could not suppress a scream of agony.

"Brother Yang!" "Little Luo!" "Yang Immortal!" The distant onlookers shouted in sheer terror, throats tight with dread. Yet, the fury of the purple Thunder Sea kept them at bay; they dared not approach.

At the heart of the maelstrom, concentrated purple lightning tore at Yang Luo, hellbent on erasing his existence. He labored to reignite his secret techniques, but each new layer was relentlessly shredded by the ferocious bolts. Panic began to claw at his mind as the rhythm he relied upon was shattered by this sudden, simultaneous assault.

"Little Luo, hold your ground! Do not let your heart falter!" "Boy, you have conquered every great tribulation until now; we have faith you shall survive this!" "Utilize every technique and secret art you possess—you must endure!" "Only by stepping into the Immortal Venerable realm can you claim true power!" "Treat this as the ultimate trial; overcome it, and a glorious future awaits!" "Little apprentice, do not disgrace your master's name!"

The voices of Long Xinghe, Long Daoyi, Long Tianchi, Long Junze, Long Youlan, and Long Jiu’er echoed clearly within his consciousness. Hearing them, Yang Luo centered himself. "Rest assured, seniors, I shall conquer the Immortal Venerable Tribulation!"

He dropped into a cross-legged stance within the heart of the thunder, channeling all his internal Qi while reinforcing his physique secret techniques. Boom, boom, boom! The lightning bombarded him from every angle like a relentless tide. Regardless of his efforts, his defenses collapsed within heartbeats. His wounds grew deeper, his flesh turned unrecognizable, and his own blood coated him, failing to heal as quickly as the lightning could destroy.

"Argh..." Yang Luo groaned, blood streaming from his eyes, nose, and mouth in a grizzly display. From afar, the listeners only heard his wretched screams, their worry reaching a breaking point. Most could no longer see him through the blinding intensity of the storm. Only Jian Zixu and Jian Yanjin could discern his mangled form.

Bujie begged, "Elder Zi Xu, please, allow us to see how he fares!" Jian Zixu nodded gravely and flicked his sleeve, manifesting a projection in the air. Upon seeing the blood-soaked Yang Luo, the crowd turned deathly pale. The tribulation had only just begun—how could he possibly survive what was yet to come?

At that moment, Yang Luo remained motionless, enduring the baptism of the lightning. "Quickly, aid Brother Yang in his tribulation!" The Immortal Emperor Furnace, the Immortal Suppression Pagoda, the Flame Emperor’s Furnace, and the Connate Eight Trigrams erupted from his storage ring to circle him. The Yu Emperor Ruler and the Human Emperor Seal joined the defensive perimeter, followed by the Ten Thousand Dragon Cauldron, which carried the Dragon Emperor Sword, Chaos Bell, Primordial Dragon Stele, Holy Dragon Ancient Mirror, Dragon Soul Tao Seal, and the Heavenly Destiny Dragon Map. These thirteen artifacts hummed with brilliant light, weaving a complex web of barriers around him. As the weapons took the brunt of the assault, Yang Luo felt a flicker of respite. "My thanks to you all!"