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Just two breaths left...

If he were given just two more breaths, he would be able to stand in this world as a perfect saint.

The electric arcs flickered on his incredibly aged face, while scattered around him were the shattered remains of the Thunder Spirit.

He shattered the Holy Tribulation.

A vast sea of ​​lightning, and those terrifying creatures governed by rules.

He smashed them all to pieces.

He could have become a saint, but his lifespan ultimately couldn't hold on.

This holy tribulation, which lasted for half a day, completely drained his remaining vitality, and even the last trace of his essence was burned away in the lightning.

He gazed at the still churning clouds of calamity.

Those once domineering eyes reflected the sky full of lightning, and her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, no sound came out, and his aged arms fell limply to his sides.

He was not defeated by the Holy Tribulation, but by time.

As the primordial spirit dissipates.

Without its support, the majestic holy body began to disintegrate inch by inch from its feet amidst the remaining lightning.

Golden specks of light detached from his body, leaving long, thin trails in the air.

In the end, only half of its body remained, still maintaining the posture of roaring to the sky.

Then, even the severed half of the body dissipated, turning into a rain of light that fell upon the mountains and earth beneath their feet.

At that moment, the entire world suddenly fell silent.

The thunder, battle cries, and sounds of collision were all suppressed by an indescribable power.

It was as if an invisible hand was simultaneously suppressing the clamor of the entire world.

An indescribable sadness rose from the depths of everyone's heart, without any apparent reason, yet it made people unable to help but want to shed tears.

Then, a sigh, neither male nor female, echoed through the heavens and earth, reaching everyone's ears like a dirge from the end of time.

That was Heaven and Earth sighing for him.

It was bidding farewell to a being who was about to become a saint, but ultimately failed to take the final step.

Feng Zhi watched the golden rain of light that was still falling, and remained silent for a long time.

The saint fell, the heavens wept, and all things grieved...

This is a celestial phenomenon that only occurs after a sage's fall, and even heaven and earth have acknowledged his qualifications.

That old man's foundation was too profound; the tribulation clouds he stirred up stretched for fifty thousand miles! He was truly a prodigy.

He wasn't even seriously injured during the tribulation, and he was just one step away from truly entering the Saint Realm!

It's a pity that they couldn't hold on until the very end.

He's too old... and has been sealed away for too long.

Even with that gift from heaven and earth, it couldn't make up for his depleted lifespan.

This is the path of spiritual cultivation...

"Sigh..." Feng Zhi let out a long sigh, feeling sorry for them.

The path of spiritual cultivation involves contending with people, defying fate, and fighting against the passage of time.

Those who make it to the final stage are never solely reliant on strength.

Luck, lifespan, willpower, and inner strength... none of these can be lacking.

The Holy Tribulation continues...

The sky has transformed from a chaotic sea of ​​thunder into a slaughterhouse of carnage.

Before the remains of the fallen had been completely consumed by the lightning, a new wave of attacks struck again, forcing the struggling tribulation cultivators into a corner with nowhere to retreat.

The first to give way were naturally the old monsters who had been lying dormant for the longest time.

They have been sealed away for too long, resulting in the loss of the most vital essence.

His lifespan was already nearly exhausted, and he only managed to regain a sliver of life thanks to that gift from heaven and earth.

If they were in their prime, such calamities would be of no use to them!

But now they are old and frail, and nearly a day of hard fighting has almost drained them of their last bit of strength.

Some people were a fraction of a second too slow and were pierced through the back of the heart by the lightning spear, which then emerged from the front of the chest. They were left suspended in mid-air and were cleaved into ashes.

Even if someone fights with all their might to severely damage the formidable enemy before them, they themselves will be exhausted and dying before the damage is even finished...

Severed limbs and holy blood continued to fall from the clouds of calamity, accompanied by constant screams.

Each of them had once swept aside their peers and commanded great respect in their region.

But time waits for no one; one can withstand natural disasters, but not the passage of time.

But on the path to sainthood, there are always those who succeed.

Beneath the 40,000-mile-long tribulation cloud to the west, a middle-aged rogue cultivator suddenly surged with power after shattering a lightning-infused creature.

The complete laws of the Holy Path surged into his body like a galaxy pouring back, and his Holy Body was completely solidified at that moment.

Golden holy light burst forth from every pore of his body, scattering the tribulation clouds above his head.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his holy might spreading for tens of thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers beneath his feet seemed to sink slightly.

then.

From the east, north, south... in every direction, a divine might rose into the sky.

Each one represents a saint who survived the holy calamity!

They hovered in the sky, surrounded by holy light. With every move they made, they could stir up the wind and clouds for thousands of miles, and even the laws of heaven and earth resonated slightly with their breath.

The hundreds of thousands of disciples in the holy land were already dazzled and mesmerized by what they saw.

Someone pointed at a divine aura and exclaimed, "Look! That senior cleaved the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles with just a wave of his hand!"

Shi Gandang was so excited that he smashed a nearby rock with his fist and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"This is a sage! Even a casual gesture can stir up the heavens and earth! We must reach that level someday!"

Just then, the sea of ​​lightning above the Beidou Sacred Land finally exploded.

Wang Batian's fist light burst forth from the sea of ​​lightning, blasting the sword-wielding lightning spirit into a sky full of arcs of electricity.

His strong upper body was covered with scorch marks and wounds, with white bone visible everywhere, and holy blood dripping from his fingertips and the soles of his feet.

But he was full of energy and showed no signs of weakness. He looked up at the cloud of calamity that was finally beginning to dissipate and burst into laughter.

Other tribulation clouds were also blasted away one after another.

Four imposing figures, their bodies enveloped in the laws of the Holy Path, emerged from the sea of ​​thunder.

The holy might spread for tens of thousands of miles, completely dispersing the remaining tribulation clouds overhead.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the arena, with all the disciples shouting in unison, "Congratulations to our ancestors on their ascension to sainthood!"

The elders and powerful figures of the Holy Land finally relaxed their tense bodies, grinning and dancing with joy.

This holy calamity swept across Ziwei Star, and countless old monsters fell at the last step.

All five patriarchs of their Beidou Holy Land successfully transcended their tribulations without a single one perishing. How could this not be cause for celebration!

Saints can live for ten thousand years, and the presence of five vigorous saints means that the foundation of the holy land will be as stable as Mount Tai for thousands of years to come.

This confidence is enough to allow Feng Zhi's generation to grow up.

As Feng Zhi gazed at the five imposing figures enveloped in holy light, a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

The fact that all five patriarchs successfully transcended their tribulations is a great joy for the Beidou Holy Land.

But his smile didn't last long before he calmed down again.

He witnessed the cruelty of the Holy Tribulation and saw those old monsters who could endure countless years in their quest for breakthrough, only to fall at the very last step.