Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2172: 1111: Thunder Temple

Chapter 1111: Thunder Temple

Following the harrowing ordeal of the Fourth Level of Thunder Tribulation, Lin Tianming stood with his magical robes reduced to rags. His internal Qi-Blood surged chaotically, and his skin was charred black from the assault.

As the thunderclouds momentarily receded, Lin Tianming coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, staining his ruined garments with crimson patches.

He hauled himself out of the deep crater with great difficulty, his face deathly pale and his aura significantly diminished.

The impact of this tribulation phase had left him severely wounded.

Nevertheless, he knew there was no path of retreat left for him.

He understood fully that the journey to enter the Nascent Soul Realm via Thunder Tribulation was a binary choice of life or death, with no other options available.

The fifth round was already looming on the horizon.

Judging by the intensity of the previous stage, the fifth round would undoubtedly be even more catastrophic.

With no escape in sight, his survival depended entirely on his own resilience.

Aware of his predicament, Lin Tianming did not waste a single heartbeat.

This brief window of rest was vital for his recovery.

He immediately produced the Thousand Year Spirit Milk, draining a small bottle in one go.

This substance was an exquisite treasure, ideal for replenishing True Essence Mana and mending shattered meridians.

As the liquid reached his core, his body—much like a parched riverbed—devoured the energy ravenously.

This desperate, extravagant consumption of resources allowed his complexion to improve almost instantly.

Beyond relying on external aid, Lin Tianming’s own constitution possessed immense Qi-Blood and an incredible affinity for regeneration.

In less than a breath, the synergy between his natural vitality and the spirit milk allowed many of his wounds to begin closing.

Though he was still far from his peak state, any recovered strength at this critical juncture could prove to be the deciding factor in the final outcome.

Utilizing this fleeting moment, he patched his battered body and refilled a portion of his depleted True Essence Mana.

Thanks to his proactive healing, his condition was stabilized.

Soon, the clouds overhead offered no further respite.

“Boom…”

The thunderclouds swirled, congregating countless electric serpents high in the firmament until they merged into a peak over a thousand feet tall.

This mountain of condensed lightning was inverted, tapering at the bottom like a colossal spike. Its apex pointed directly at Lin Tianming, threatening to crush him with an overwhelming, absolute momentum.

Witnessing the descending Thunder Summit, Lin Tianming’s expression tightened.

He recognized that this stage carried terrifying power; a single misstep would result in complete annihilation.

Faced with such an onslaught, he could not afford even the slightest hesitation.

He slapped his storage pouch, summoning an umbrella-shaped defensive Magical Treasure.

He swiftly pinched a Law Decree, sending strands of Spiritual Light into the artifacts.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

A strange hum emanated from the item as it expanded rapidly, forming a protective barrier of several dozen feet above him.

Lin Tianming positioned himself directly beneath the umbrella’s coverage, shielding his immediate vicinity.

His movements were fluid, allowing him to deploy his primary defense against this level of tribulation in a mere instant.

He prepared for the disintegration of his Magical Treasure, readying himself to rely solely on his raw Physical Strength to endure the remainder of the strike.

He channeled every ounce of his remaining strength, manifesting a semi-transparent bubble to encase his form.

Just as he finalized his defense, the Thunder Summit crashed down, colliding precisely with the umbrella.

“Bang…”

A deafening explosion echoed, followed by a brilliant, blinding beam of light that surged toward the heavens.

A sharp, high-pitched screech tore through the air.

The sound signaled the moment the Thunder Summit pierced through the umbrella, shattering the Magical Treasure into countless shards that scattered into the void.

The immense structure paused only for a flicker before continuing its descent toward Lin Tianming.

He had already braced himself for this.

He knew that a single defensive item could not possibly withstand the full fury of this tribulation alone.

However, the purpose of the treasure was to dissipate a portion of the lightning’s intensity, thereby reducing the burden on his own frame.

The remnant power remained terrifyingly lethal.

Yet, facing this, he could not turn back.

Committed to the struggle, Lin Tianming pushed his Physical Strength to its absolute limit, reinforcing his final barrier.

Under his desperate, strenuous resistance, he finally managed to withstand the full brunt of the assault.

But the price for this survival was exceptionally steep.