In an instant, Lin Ji felt that his perception was completely blocked.
Vision, hearing, smell.
Divine consciousness, the power of the soul.
It was as if everything had disappeared. Except for his own existence, everything in the world seemed to have turned into nothingness.
At this moment, there was only a bright white color left in his eyes, which was the scene at the moment when the thunder in the sky fell, and then he seemed to be blind.
The power of heaven cannot be looked directly at. This is the heavenly tribulation of entering the Tao, not the thunder caused by his thunder-inducing sword technique.
Comparing the two, the gap is almost astonishing.
I don’t know how long has passed, maybe a moment, maybe a few hours, or maybe a few days?
Lin Ji didn't know what to do, everything about him was covered up.
When his senses recovered again and he could see everything in the world again, he finally realized that all this was just a moment.
But this moment was too long.
He saw that the sky was still gloomy, and the huge whirlpool of calamity clouds showed no sign of dissipating, but became even more huge.
He saw a puddle of human-shaped ashes on the ground in his inconspicuous little courtyard, where Yang Laodian had been.
"Did you die under the calamity of entering the Dao? Did you promise that it wouldn't cause thunder?" Lin Ji felt a bit absurd in his heart.
It's absurd because from the beginning to the end, Yang Laodian seemed to have everything under his control, but in the end he died silently and inexplicably.
A monk at the peak of his career who had countless blood on his hands for decades and accumulated countless sins and consequences on his body, a scheming man who had planned for a long time, died just like that.
Death is too simple and difficult for people to understand.
And the confusion is due to the whirlpool of calamity clouds still gathering in the sky.
At this moment, Lu Zhaoer's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Ji's ears.
There was a bit of trembling in her voice, almost crying.
"Lin Ji! You! What is that around you?!"
Lin Ji came back to his senses and realized that at some point, his feet had sunk into the soil, about three to five inches deep.
At the same time, he finally felt the pressure of the Heavenly Tribulation.
He was forcibly compacted by the pressure of the Heavenly Dao. If he were an ordinary monk to experience what he was enduring at this moment, he would probably be crushed into a pool of flesh and blood by this invisible but terrifying pressure in a moment. .
"Ha, the third level of true dragon body is not in vain."
Lin Ji had already understood, because golden and black threads appeared involuntarily around him.
In the sea of consciousness, his soul has also stood as identical as his physical body, bearing the terrifying pressure from heaven.
And among the golden threads and black threads lingering around him, there were countless extremely small golden threads, and these extra golden threads of merit were vaguely of the same origin, mixed together indistinctly.
In the sea of consciousness, Yuan Shen Lin Ji raised his hand and fiddled with these newly emerged golden threads of merit.
"Don't... don't kill me! Please spare my life, sir!"
"Master! Today, my disciple is unfilial and has refined you. In the future, when my disciple achieves enlightenment, I will definitely carry forward the Blood God Art that you passed down!"
"Hahahahahaha, another hundred lives! It's enough for me to consume for the past half month! Hum, the lackeys of Supervisor Tiansi, next time we meet, I will use your flesh and blood to pay tribute!"
"Father! Mother! You old beast, are you really not afraid of God's punishment?!"
It was just a moment, but it seemed like a long time passed.
There were countless memories in Lin Ji's mind, which were the cause and effect guided by the newly emerged golden threads of merit.
Some of them were Yang Laodian himself, and some died at his hands.
There are also some connections with Wei Jinxian and Kong Lingxuan who were not killed.
In the small courtyard.
Lin Ji opened his eyes.
"I see... you use the Blood God Art to nourish people, and then you specifically find people from powerful families who have no cultivation talent to use as human pills? Use your power to cover up evil cultivation practices, and wait until the human pills are developed to be used as human pills. It's been refined...it's a good plan."
After seeing the cause and effect represented by these golden threads of merit, Lin Ji finally understood how the evil cultivation of Yang Laodian's lineage was passed down.
But none of this matters anymore.
Yang Laodian died because of Lin Ji. Although he died under the catastrophe of entering the Taoism, the merits and deeds were attributed to Lin Ji.
"It turns out that the reason why that disaster happened was not because of you, but because of me."
Lin Ji looked at the ashes of the human figure in front of him and couldn't help but smile a little on his face.
He knows the rules of the Heavenly Tribulation. Within the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation, there can only be one cultivator who has entered the Dao...
This is a test of heaven, and no one else is allowed to interfere.
And within the range of the heavenly tribulation just now, there was Lin Ji who was at a higher level, but that tribulation was not aimed at Lin Ji.
So the natural disaster happened unexpectedly, and Yang Laopian died neatly.
At this moment, the vortex of calamity clouds that still exists in the sky should actually be newly condensed calamity clouds.
It's just that Lin Ji didn't know that his perception was blocked just now.
"Speak! What's going on around you...that day..." Lu Zhaoer on the side was still asking anxiously.
Lin Ji gave her a reassuring look.
"That vortex of calamity clouds is looking for me."
Lu Zhaoer seemed to realize something.
"Did you cause the Heavenly Tribulation of Entering the Dao? Are you going to enter the Dao?"
"It wasn't the first time, but it is yes this time. By chance, the Yang Laodian lineage that has killed countless lives in the past decades has filled up the last bit of merit that I lacked in the path of cause and effect... I thought that at least It will take three or two years."
Although it was true that he had received benefits, Lin Ji really couldn't be happy about such benefits.
"This is not a place to escape the tribulation. I'm going to the Qingshan Mountains."
Lin Ji rose into the sky.
"I'll go with you..."
"This is not useful if there are many people. Zhao'er, don't follow me, just wait for my good news." Lin Ji smiled softly, and then he flashed and appeared on the horizon very far away.
At the same time that Lin Ji left, the vortex of calamity clouds in the sky dissipated without a trace like a broken mirror, and then began to condense in the distance.
Seeing this scene, Lu Zhaoer took a deep breath and felt a little at a loss.
There was concern about Lin Ji's catastrophe, but also a sense of loss as if he had been separated from the rest of the world.
It had only been three or four years, but Lin Ji had reached a great level every year, and now he was about to enter Taoism.
"Meow, it's over now." Aling appeared next to Lu Zhaoer at some unknown time.
"What's over?" Lu Zhaoer was confused.
Aling looked at the direction Lin Ji was leaving with deep worry.
"He is already so powerful before he enters the Tao. What if he really goes to my father to seek compensation after he enters the Tao?"
In a blink of an eye, Aling transformed into a human form and became a little girl of twenty-eight years old.
But the little girl had a sad look on her face.
"Sister Zhao'er, if this guy wants to beat my dad, you have to stop him... at least... you can't let him beat my dad to death."