Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 513 Heavenly Tribulation!

Bai Zihan advanced gradually toward Chong Sheng, sprawled defenseless on the ground.

For the first time after his rebirth, Chong Sheng possessed absolutely nothing.

He had exerted every possible effort, yet failed to reverse the outcome he usually could.

His fingers trembled faintly before going still.

Chong Sheng fixed his gaze on the earth below him.

Silence!

No words remained.

No actions left.

He had poured out everything.

Yet it fell short.

A subtle, bitter smile curved his lips.

(So this is how this life concludes...)

Death held little terror for him. He had experienced it before.

Endured betrayal.

Endured despair.

Endured the finale.

Death felt familiar now.

Still, his eyes shadowed over.

Regret lingered.

Anger burned.

Not at death itself—

But at unresolved matters.

(Those individuals...)

The betrayers from his prior life.

The plotters against him.

The ones who drove him to death before—

Revenge eluded him.

And now—

Death approached once more.

A dim killing intent sparked feebly in his gaze.

And then—

There stood Bai Zihan.

Chong Sheng raised his eyes slowly.

Observing the approaching silhouette.

(I haven't provoked him yet.)

His teeth ground together lightly.

This man lacked cause to slay him.

No profound hatred.

No former grudge.

Nevertheless—

From the start, Bai Zihan seemed to target him deliberately.

If another opportunity arose...

If rebirth granted one more chance...

A chilling glint flashed in Chong Sheng's eyes.

(Bai Zihan... You top the list!)

At the pinnacle of his vengeance roster.

Provided a next life existed.

Bai Zihan halted mere steps distant.

Gazing down upon him.

Right as he prepared to strike—

The world transformed.

Rumble-!!!

A thunderous boom resounded through the skies.

Darkness cloaked the heavens.

Sunlight vanished in an instant, devoured by dense, roiling clouds converging from every side.

An oppressive weight pressed down.

Chong Sheng's pupils contracted.

Then—

They expanded.

Gradually, a grin stretched across his features.

He burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...!"

Initially soft and feeble.

But soon—

It amplified.

Laden with insanity.

Laden with thrill.

"Heavenly Tribulation!"

His tone quivered—not from dread, but from rapture.

His gaze pierced upward.

Fixing on the firmament.

The clouds boiled furiously.

Thunder bellowed inside like enraged beasts.

Lightning flashed—

Thick, intense, and horrifying.

Its aim was clear.

Bai Zihan!

Chong Sheng's laughs intensified.

"Retribution for violating the Heavenly Vow!"

His words brimmed with assurance.

With resolve.

With a warped triumph.

He sensed it.

The might in those clouds.

Vast.

Crushing. Terrifying beyond measure.

This wasn't a standard tribulation.

This was retribution.

A tribulation designed for annihilation.

Even in his frail condition, Chong Sheng perceived it distinctly.

The magnitude...

The aura...

It rivaled—or surpassed—the tribulation of ascending to the Immortal Realm.

He had endured Heavenly Tribulation during his own Immortal Realm ascension, yet it paled compared to the one looming now.

The greater the talent, the fiercer the Heavenly Tribulation. He, destined to rise as the supreme Demonic Cultivator, once confronted a Heavenly Tribulation spanning ten miles, but this one nearly doubled that expanse.

Heaven's fury toward Bai Zihan was undeniable.

"Excellent!"

He laughed once more.

"I retain some fortune yet!"

He murmured.

His voice rasped, yet pulsed with vitality.

Against Heaven—

Who could endure?

Even peak Great Ascension Realm powerhouses—

Shuddered before such calamities. Innumerable fell.

Reduced to dust by the Heavenly Dao's rage.

And Bai Zihan?

A mere Void Refinement Realm cultivator.

No matter his freakish physique...

No matter his formidable arts... How could he withstand this?

Utterly impossible!

Chong Sheng's eyes sparkled.

Brimming with eagerness. Brimming with savage glee.

"Bai Zihan..."

He bared his teeth in a grin. Blood smeared his mouth.

"Show me how you endure this!" His tone lowered. "Against Heaven's own might!"

Meanwhile, Bai Zihan showed scant anxiety.

He tilted his head toward the brewing Heavenly Tribulation.

(From shattering the Heavenly Vow, or—)

He eyed Chong Sheng on the ground. Perhaps Heaven aided Chong Sheng, teetering on the brink of his grasp.

Prior dealings with other Heavenly Chosen brought little backlash, and slaying the one-star Heavenly Chosen Mo Yichen yielded none.

Even Bai Xueqing's victory over Nie Fengzhuo escaped retribution, as far as he knew.

Was Chong Sheng far more favored, despite his three-star status?

Who could say?

Perhaps both factors defied Heaven.

A smile crept onto his face.

(Heaven truly desires my demise!)

He detected colossal power overhead, unmistakably bent on his destruction, not mere trial.

***

Bai Zihan positioned himself under the shadowed sky.

Silence gripped the world.

Thunder's growls alone persisted.

The atmosphere quaked, unable to bear the descending force.

Bai Zihan raised his sight to the turbulent clouds.

Lightning twisted within like wrathful dragons, each bolt potent enough to obliterate being.

A subtle smile clung to his lips.

"If this be the case..."

No doubt.

No terror.

Merely poised expectation.

If Heaven sought his end—

Let it attempt.

His hold on the Eternal Spirit Sword firmed.

Qi roared through his frame, peaking in circulation.

Every meridian.

Every Qi thread.

Every bit of power—

Roused to action.

He withheld nothing.

Not the slightest reserve.

For this demanded full seriousness.

Boom-!!!

The initial bolt plunged.

A lightning column ripped the heavens, bathing all in searing white.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

His form divided at once, nine replicas dispersing variously.

Each mirrored the others flawlessly.

A Heaven-Grade technique, ample to fool even Immortal Realm experts.

Yet this was Heavenly Tribulation.

The bolt showed no pause.

No uncertainty.

It tracked him—

The true form.

Boom-!!!

It smashed his authentic body.

Lightning swallowed Bai Zihan whole.

A ferocious blast detonated.

The terrain underfoot crumbled.

Dust and fumes billowed.

Fooling Heaven?

Impossible!

A colossal blast rocked the earth.

Bai Zihan's frame hurled back.

His protective artifact ignited instantly.

A glowing shield encased him—

A Heaven-Grade treasure.

But—

It endured barely a breath.

Shatter-!!!

The shield fragmented like brittle glass.

Light shards flew apart.

The leftover might slammed his flesh.

BANG!

Yet promptly, Bai Zihan's silhouette arose from the haze.

Faint sparks danced over his skin.

His face stayed composed.

Though his brows creased faintly.

(Fiercer than anticipated...)

The opening blow nearly matched a peak Great Ascension Realm assault.

Without his artifact, the damage might have worsened.

Still, it wouldn't have slain him.

Before recovery—

The next bolt crashed.

Swifter.

More savage.

Wielding amplified ruin.

With his defense shattered, his flesh alone would absorb the hit.

No moment to swap artifacts.

Bai Zihan's gaze hardened.

"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"

His blade danced.

A seamless sweep.

Resembling a stream.

Soft—

Yet harboring profound force.

A defensive art to divert might.

To parry blows.

To glide past strength instead of clashing head-on.

The lightning collided.

Briefly—

It curved.

It veered.

It was steered aside.

But merely briefly.

Crack-!!!

The art crumbled.

The lightning bulldozed through.

Unyielding and total.

Boom-!!!

The second blow connected.

Bai Zihan slammed down, skidding over the soil.

This time, raw across his form sans artifact.

A light burn scarred his torso.

For the first occasion—

Injury marked him.

Chong Sheng's laughs echoed anew.

"Hahaha! Excellent! Excellent!"

Even he hadn't foreseen such potency, nearing Immortal Realm ascension levels.

But Bai Zihan—

Rose steadily.

His breaths stayed even.

"Even this physique can suffer harm..."

He inspected his limb.

The blackened trace. The Primordial Chaos Body.

Forged via endless trials.

Yet Heaven's fury pierced it partially.

He showed no dismay.

Rather—

His subtle smile intensified.

For he detected another detail.

As lightning hit, some seeped inside—

And integrated.

Furthermore, the Qi was pristine, rivaling a top-tier elixir.

His eyes gleamed.

(Roughly 5 percent...)

A modest gain.

Absent the devastating power—

Absent survival demands—

This promised ideal cultivation fuel.

Inexhaustible.

Superior.

Unmatched.

A perilous notion emerged—

Then receded.

Not the moment.

The second hit nearly ended him, and cessation seemed distant.

Rumble-!!!

The heavens bellowed again.

Clouds seethed fiercer.

Chong Sheng's face lit with greater fervor.

Though Bai Zihan withstood two blows, the Heavenly Tribulation would escalate.

The second strike reached Immortal ascension tier; the third's might lay unknown.

"Here it comes!"

The third assault.

Surpassing the prior pair united.

Even Bai Zihan glanced skyward.

His eyes narrowed faintly. The pressure mounted sharply.

Bai Zihan breathed out steadily.

He shifted posture. Sword grip clenched firmer.

His presence surged anew.

"Come on!"

His words rang serene.

A defiance—

To the heavens. Overhead—

Lightning gathered. More dreadful than prior.

Then—It descended!