Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2175: 1112: Dissipation of the Heavenly Tribulation (Part 2)

Unexpectedly, the Thunder Temple paused for a brief moment before resuming its descent, finally crashing into the barrier of red light.

“Bang…”

A fresh explosion thundered through the air instantly, and the white light that had briefly settled in the world was smothered once again by the crimson glow.

A massive shockwave erupted shortly after, radiating from Lin Tianming’s position as the epicenter and sweeping across the horizon like relentless waves.

In the aftermath, the landscape across the tribulation zone was devastated; countless ancient trees snapped at the waist, boulders crumbled to dust, and deep fissures marred the earth.

At the heart of this turbulent shockwave, Lin Tianming observed the red glow hovering above his head, holding its ground against the destructive pressure.

However, the sheer force of the Thunder Temple was overwhelming.

Even a shield as potent as the red glow could withstand the pressure for only two breaths before shattering under the weight of the Thunder Temple’s might.

Ultimately, the red glow fractured into countless drifting particles of light, dissolving across the vast sky.

Deprived of its protective barrier, Lin Tianming was left entirely vulnerable to the impact of the Thunder Temple.

The structure continued its crushing descent, momentum surging with the singular intent to obliterate Lin Tianming on the spot.

Witnessing this, Lin Tianming’s expression tightened as he braced himself for the final, inevitable collision.

The moment of impact arrived in an instant.

The Thunder Temple slammed directly into the Light Shield surrounding Lin Tianming’s physical form.

He felt as if he had been struck by an entire mountain range.

Immediately, he was cast from the high sky, plummeting uncontrollably toward the earth.

While still suspended in mid-air, Lin Tianming coughed up copious amounts of blood, his complexion draining of color as his internal Qi began to plummet.

This round of the thunder tribulation had left Lin Tianming in a dire state, his body wracked with severe affliction.

Having barely recovered from earlier strikes, he once again bore the full brunt of such overwhelming Tribulation Force.

The impact of his landing shattered the ground beneath him, the sheer agony causing him to briefly lose consciousness.

Yet, even through the haze of his severely injured state, Lin Tianming gripped onto a single mantra in his heart.

“For the sake of the Lin Family, for my own legacy, and for every clansman who holds me in high regard, I cannot falter now…”

“The Nascent Soul Stage is within reach, a mere step away.”

“No matter the difficulty, no matter the toll, I must endure…”

In this critical juncture, his internal conviction sustained his flickering consciousness.

Before long, Lin Tianming regained his mental clarity.

His rapid descent from the heavens, triggered by the Thunder Temple’s strike, had caught the terrified gaze of his waiting clansmen.

Many stood frozen, staring at the crater where he had fallen, their faces drained of blood and their eyes stinging with moisture.

Beyond the horror of the thunder tribulation’s raw power, they were consumed by genuine despair for his survival.

Especially for those with lower levels of Cultivation, watching the spectacle above was beyond traumatizing.

To see him falling like a ruined kite, coupled with the brutal impact against the earth, led many to believe he had perished from a single blow.

They looked on with pallid faces, their hearts mourning what they believed to be his end.

Yet, there remained those who possessed an unwavering belief that Lin Tianming would triumph over this ordeal.

Their confidence bordered on absolute, blind faith.

Among them were Lin Shilu and those closest to him by blood and bond. Qin Xi, who had been silently watching the entire progression of the tribulation from the beginning, stood among the most attentive.

When she saw him plummet from the clouds, her features paled with visible distress.

Nevertheless, she harbored deep confidence in his fortitude.

She held firm in her belief that Lin Tianming would master this Sixfold Thunder Tribulation.

Regardless of the terrifying manifestation of the Thunder Temple, Qin Xi remained resolute in her trust.

Thus, she, Lin Shilu, and a select few clansmen kept their eyes locked on the crater, nerves stretched taut, hardly daring to draw a breath.

Moments later, they saw him crawl from the human-shaped crater; though his face was ghost-white, his spirit and consciousness remained intact.

More importantly, his fighting spirit had not dissolved—it had only climbed to a higher peak.

Above his head, the Thunder Temple still loomed, unrelenting and heavy.

Observing this, Lin Tianming remained poised, his heart entirely devoid of dread.

He cast a defiant gaze upward at the structure of light, a flicker of madness dancing in his eyes.

“Bring it on…”

“Show me even more intensity!”

He whispered these words silently to himself.

With a sudden motion, he leaped upward, his hand forming a clenched fist, and rushed toward the hovering Temple like a pouncing tiger.

His speed was blinding; every ounce of his remaining strength was channeled into that single fist.

He surged toward the Thunder Temple with ethereal swiftness, radiating an unstoppable force.

The Thunder Temple, battered by previous defenses, had already seen its power sapped, its majesty now appearing worn and frayed.

The structure had become significantly more illusory, reduced to a mere outline of its former glory.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Tianming dared use his own physical body to collide with it head-on.

Otherwise, attempting such a feat would be nothing less than a death wish.

Lin Tianming understood this reality all too well.

The reason he took such a risk, beyond the waning power of the tribulation, was a bold plan: to harness the lightning’s energy to force his body’s potential to bloom and solidify his foundation.

The strategy was inherently perilous.

Failure would mean a heavy price or even total annihilation by the Temple’s power.

Conversely, success would yield extraordinary rewards.

The plan could be considered insane, strictly speaking.

Yet, throughout his life, Lin Tianming had gambled on such reckless choices, repeatedly finding safety amidst the danger.

This time, he felt no different.

So, he rushed toward the Thunder Temple without hesitation, his aura erupting with terrifying intensity.

He covered the remaining hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

In the final instant, his fist smashed into the heart of the Thunder Temple.

“Bang…”

A thunderous roar echoed, and once again, blinding, brilliant light engulfed the zenith of the heavens.

Amidst that luminescence, Lin Tianming felt the brutal impact of the collision; intense pain forced a howl from his lips, his consciousness teetering on the edge of darkness.

He was hurled backward once more, crashing back toward the earth.

Trailing blood through the air, he remained pale, yet his inner awareness held firm; aside from the agony, his body remained functional.

Conversely, the Thunder Temple trembled violently as it made contact with his fist.

Finally reaching its breaking point, the structure shattered into a cascade of starlight, dispersing into the ether.

With its destruction, the lightning-laden clouds above began to fracture and dissolve, retreating rapidly into the void.