"Everyone longs for strength, for opportunities, to seize the chance to change their fate, wishing to walk the path others took years, even decades, in a single day, soaring and standing above all others."
I can responsibly tell you that there are no shortcuts in cultivation. If you want to achieve the results others have decades of experience in a day, you need to compress the hardships you endured for decades into a single day.
If you can eat it, you'll be reborn; if not, you'll be reduced to ashes. No one can change this rule.
The reason I'm stronger than you isn't because of my talent or intelligence—I've been forced to do this. The hardships I've endured are beyond your imagination, forged through countless near-death situations.
I have to become stronger, because if I'm not strong enough, I'll die—and die a very tragic one. You only see my strength, but not what I've been through behind the scenes.
If you can't even endure such a weak heavenly tribulation, how can you talk about defying fate? Especially the Luo family disciples—you keep saying you want to restore the Luo family's glory—are you just talking about it?
You don't have the talent to dominate the world, nor do you have parents at the level of Realm Kings or Divine Venerables. What will you use to compete with others in the future?
Now your only choice is to fight desperately, to carve out a different world and a different future.
Originally, you could have chosen to change or remain unchanged, but today is different. Since you chose to undergo the tribulation with me, you must either change or die.
Trust me, I can see the potential of each of you. This tribulation is nothing to you.
Use death to squeeze out your potential, forcing yourself to unleash more power. Don't let your potential sleep within you. Let it awaken and fight alongside you. Survive this tribulation, and you will be reborn, and your fate will be completely changed. Long Chen shouted loudly, his voice suppressing the roar of the heavenly tribulation, like the words of a god, echoing back and forth across the Nine Heavens.
Some of the strong ones felt immense pressure, but after Long Chen's words, they were greatly encouraged and their blood boiling.
They may not believe in themselves, but they never doubt Long Chen. This is the charm of the strong. In the cultivation world, people's trust in the strong is often blind.
Especially since Long Chen himself was a legendary figure. Every word he said was firmly believed by them. Since Long Chen said they all possessed immense potential, they truly felt their strength was surging, as if their potential was awakening.
"Kill"
Xu Zixiong, this stubborn guy, had red eyes. He was most affected because his craving for power was too strong. After following Long Chen for so long, he had already felt the earth-shaking changes and wanted to become stronger.
With a furious roar, he charged at the thunder beasts, swinging his weapons and slaughtering them relentlessly.
Qin Feng and Qi Yu couldn't help but shake their heads. The boss was saying this for those people, so what are you so worked up about?
However, with Xu Zixiong's unleashed power, the other disciples were also affected by his influence. They stopped defending passively and actively attacked the thunder beasts. Their counterattack began, and their momentum was overwhelming.
When everyone lets go of their fear and their fighting spirit rises, an indescribable force forms, influencing each other and constantly igniting their fighting spirit.
They were like charcoal in a furnace, igniting each other and burning ever fiercer. Originally suppressed by the thunder beasts, within a few breaths, they turned the tables, hunting the thunder beasts everywhere.
A large number of thunder beasts were slain, powerful thunder runes were rapidly absorbed by them, their bodies continuously strengthened, and their power constantly increasing.
This was the most normal phenomenon, but these disciples charged desperately and didn't notice it. They felt as if they had endless strength and thought they had truly unleashed their potential. Excited, they fought even harder, wanting to tap even more potential.
Seeing Long Chen's words, he fully ignited the fighting spirit of these disciples. Each one seemed injected with adrenaline. Bai Zhantang, watching from the academy, couldn't help but sneer:
"You really know how to fool them."
Bai Xiaole's mother covered her mouth and laughed, "What's wrong?" Is our Vice Hall Master jealous? "
What is there to be jealous of? My men don't need to be bluffed at all." Bai Zhantang said disdainfully.
"But these people aren't Long Chen's brothers at all. With just a few words from Long Chen, he can make them forget the pressure, dare to face their fears, and instantly unite as one. It seems our Hall Master doesn't have that kind of ability, does he?" Bai Xiaole's mother giggled.
Bai Zhantang was instantly annoyed, but couldn't find words to refute him. Seeing Bai Shishi's mother also chuckling, he snapped, "
Still in the mood to laugh?" Your precious daughter is about to be fooled away by that slick-talking guy. "
Smooth talk is better than being clumsy, at least you know how to say things that make people like you. Unlike some people, who've been with him for so many years and haven't even said a single sweet word."
It seems Shishi's judgment is much better than her mother's—looks, potential, talent, character. Tsk tsk, truly worthy of being my daughter. Bai Shishi's mother said with a trace of admiration on her face.
"You two... Bai Zhantang's face darkened. So both the ladies had actually sided with that kid.
"What's wrong?" You've already accepted the betrothal gifts, and you, as your father-in-law, are still speaking ill of your future son-in-law? That's really rude! Bai Shishi's mother glanced up and down at Bai Zhantang, then pouted.
"What betrothal gift?"
Bai Zhantang was taken aback, then thought of those Immortal King Crystals and angrily said, "That's not ... at all."
"Fine, I can't be bothered to waste words with you. You get it, but you don't get it. Now you're still badmouthing people behind their backs—you're really something. Bai Shishi's mother gave Bai Zhantang a big eye roll, ignored him, and continued watching the heavenly tribulation outside.
During the tribulation, the thunder beasts grew more numerous and stronger, but the disciples' morale soared, unleashing full power. Blade shadows flashed, sword energy roared, and the battle was exceptionally fierce.
An hour passed, and each disciple was surrounded by dark red mist. This was not an anomaly, but the result of their sweat and blood essence fused together to create a phenomenon.
"Even the essence mist has appeared. These kids are really something, their potential has been unleashed so much." Master Yunyang said with both surprise and delight. As a Heaven-level mentor, he naturally knew this was a phenomenon that would only appear when one's potential had been unleashed to a certain level.
Their essence blood was burning invisibly; they were about to start overdrawing their power. In a heavenly tribulation, the more they overdraw, the greater the potential unleashed, and the more power they absorbed from it. This was completely opposite to usual overdrawing—there were all benefits and no harms.
But normal people wouldn't dare to overdraw themselves, because once they reach their limit and the tribulation isn't over yet, if they don't have the strength to fight it, it's a dead end.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the void. The thunder beasts in the sky vanished, followed by a sinister aura enveloping the earth.
Long Chen narrowed his eyes: As expected, they too have been caught up in this karma. Not bad, Lei Ling'er can make a little money now.