Chapter 830: This is Thunder Magic?

Since ancient times, the Heavenly Tribulation has been a symbol of divine power, feared by cultivators and all living beings alike. Among the many forms of tribulation, the Thunder Tribulation is the most representative and frequently occurring, its memory deeply ingrained in the life heritage of all creatures.

Not to mention demons, monsters, and spirits, even ordinary people are terrified by thunder. There are also various folk tales about being struck by lightning from the heavens.

As for cultivators, especially demons, monsters, spirits, and those burdened by heavy evil karma, they might find ways to delay or even avoid the Heavenly Tribulation. Yet, deep down, none of them are unaware if a tribulation is destined to descend upon them, nor how terrifying it will be when it strikes.

At the Myriad Demons Feast, countless demons, ghosts, and monsters were present. Many were not yet qualified to trigger a Heavenly Tribulation, nor would anyone attempt a breakthrough at that moment. Yet, Ji Yuan, using profound methods of heaven and earth, unleashed a commanding thunder spell, intending to trigger a colossal thunder tribulation.

This was neither a pipe dream for Ji Yuan nor an attempt to test a mere hypothesis; rather, he now possessed considerable confidence in its success.

The moment the commanding thunder spell ascended into the sky, the dark clouds began to thicken continuously. The symbols of the spell, designed to expel evil and bind spirits, rapidly expanded. One after another, countless cloud vortices appeared in the heavens, swirling densely.

"Thunder Arts, Heavenly Tribulation descends."

Ji Yuan's voice reached Niu Batian, Lu Shanjun, and others. The previously lively atmosphere in the cave hall instantly became as if a bucket of ice water had been poured onto hot coals. Not only there, but the vast, surrounding mountains also fell silent in an instant.

"Rumble..."

A thunderclap immediately followed, causing countless demons' hearts to skip a beat.

Within one of the cave halls where members of the Heaven's Revelation Alliance were gathered, Old Bull, his expression startled, broke the silence.

"What's going on? Whose voice was that just now, performing thunder arts?"

Lu Shanjun also stood up immediately.

"Let's go outside and see!"

"Yes, let's go out and see..."

Wang Youhong glanced at Shi Jiu and whispered in agreement.

Following Niu Batian and Lu Shanjun's lead, the demons inside the cave hall quickly exited.

The once lively atmosphere in the surrounding mountains had now fallen completely silent. Demons who had been out in the open were already looking up at the sky, and many others, like Niu Batian and his group, were emerging from their cave halls.

"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..."

In stark contrast to the comfortable, overcast weather they had experienced earlier, the outside world was now shrouded in darkness, battered by raging winds. Upon emerging, the demons saw a scene of flying sand and swirling stones, as if they had plunged into an extraordinary storm.

Visibility had become extremely low; they could only sense the presence of other demons within a certain range through their cultivation abilities. Furthermore, the demonic energy of almost all the demons was being churned by the raging winds, making it appear somewhat unstable.

The demons looked up at the sky, where countless vortices in the clouds were constantly shifting, appearing eerie and terrifying. Faint flashes of lightning could be seen flickering deep within the cloud cover, and a formidable aura of divine power was rapidly intensifying.

Some demons felt as if they had fallen into an ice cavern. It wasn't merely the sight of lightning gathering; they felt themselves locked onto by divine power. Moving or concealing their aura proved utterly useless, as a surge of thunderous energy remained persistently entangled with their own life force.

This meant one thing: their own Heavenly Tribulation had arrived!

Lu Shanjun stared blankly at the sky and muttered.

"I, Lu, once nearly died under a transformation thunder tribulation. This is no ordinary thunder art—impossible, impossible! This is a Heavenly Tribulation, it's a Heavenly Tribulation!"

At that moment, countless demons, both large and small, understood what was happening. They were both incredulous and inexplicably terrified.

Several familiar demon kings stood together, staring blankly at the sky. As they glanced at their own bodies and surroundings, a tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot from the soles of their feet directly to the tops of their heads.

"Are those tribulation clouds? It's the tribulation..."

Many demons, in that brief moment, fell into a state of inexplicable terror and helplessness. However, some reacted quickly; one great demon let out a furious roar towards the heavens.

"What lowlife dares perform thunder arts here, presuming to be the Heavenly Tribulation to frighten us? You're ruining the pleasant mood of our feast! Roar—"

The great demon's roar was filled with malice, but an underlying incredulity, suppressing fear, seemed to be masked by its abusive tone.

With a "boom," the great demon shattered the rock it stood upon, and dragging a demonic wind, it tore through the raging storm, wielding a great saber wreathed in black light as it charged towards the sky.

"Crackling—"

A piercing sound, like metal cracking stone, suddenly echoed across the sky. Along with the sound, a blinding golden lightning bolt descended from one of the dark cloud vortices.

"Rumble..."

All who looked at the sky had their vision momentarily engulfed by the blinding gold. They saw a lightning bolt, twisted at its origin but almost perfectly straight at its end, strike the great demon who had charged skyward.

All the demons seemed to hold their breath, awaiting the great demon's reaction, to see if he was unharmed. But even as the demon's body was still engulfed in the lightning, another peal of thunder reverberated through the sky.

"Crack... Rumble... Rumble... Rumble..."

"Roar..."

Three consecutive lightning bolts struck without pause, all hitting the great demon in the sky. The demon let out a horrific roar, and its great saber fell from the heavens while its owner, still engulfed in lightning, plummeted towards the mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust that was immediately swept away by the raging storm.

At that very moment, two more lightning bolts almost chased the falling demon, striking the mountain where he had landed.

"Crack... Rumble... Crackling... Rumble..."

The Patterned-Eye Demon King likewise stared at the sky in inexplicable terror, gazing at the spot where the great demon had fallen, unsure if he was alive or dead. Yet, he soon had no time to spare for others. Inadvertently, he noticed the tips of his whiskers and hair beginning to subtly float upward, while an incredibly powerful sense of oppression descended from above.

The Patterned-Eye Demon King subconsciously looked up. High in the sky, within the dark clouds, he saw a cloud vortex spinning, far larger than the surrounding air currents. Its edges flickered with electricity, and its center was already raging with lightning.

At that moment, countless demons instinctively looked up, confronting their own personal tribulation cloud vortices.

At that moment, the clouds seemed to descend, as if an illusion, pressing down with billions of tons of pressure, almost touching their heads. This caused those facing it to lose their footing and struggle to breathe—a tremendous psychological impact, a powerful instinctive warning!

*Oh no! It's my thunder tribulation!*

"Everyone, let's use our unique abilities, we must—"

Before a demon king could finish his shouted words, they were swallowed by the cacophony. His voice wasn't merely interrupted; it was completely drowned out by the endless roar of thunder.

"Crack... Crackling... Crackling... Rumble... Rumble... Rumble..."

"Rumble... Rumble... Rumble..."

"Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..."

Countless bolts of lightning fell like rain; everywhere one looked, there was divine power!

Mountain peaks constantly exploded, rocks were swept away like cotton by clashing demonic arts, and trees were uprooted by various surges of demonic power. The entire chaotic world plunged into a blinding, searing flash of lightning.

Ji Yuan gazed at the unfolding scene, and even though he had personally brought it about, he found it difficult to erase the shock in his heart. Regardless, this spectacle would forever be etched in his memory.

If even Ji Yuan, the one who cast the spell, was affected this way, it was even harder for observers like Daoist Yuanzi and the Old Beggar to describe the almost trembling shock they felt.

These masters had almost all witnessed thunder tribulations before, easily comprehending a tribulation for a single person or demon. However, the world-destroying thunder tribulation unfolding before them, akin to the apocalypse, was beyond their wildest imagination.

Daoist Yuanzi, a master of thunder arts, stood with his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it. He stared somewhat blankly at the endless lightning pouring onto the earth, muttering incessantly.

"Is this thunder arts? This is thunder arts..."

Even the Old Beggar, who had developed a certain immunity to Ji Yuan's extraordinary feats, reacted no better than his True Immortal senior brother. It was true that Ji Yuan rarely employed thunder arts, and the Old Beggar had indeed imagined Ji Yuan's thunder arts would be earth-shattering in power, but this was simply too...

"Mr. Ji," the Old Beggar began, "I, this old beggar, originally thought you would use Samadhi True Fire..."

Ji Yuan glanced down at the Old Beggar. His pair of pale eyes proved advantageous at that moment, unburdened by ordinary sight, allowing him to see everything with exceptional clarity. Hearing the Old Beggar's words, he spoke faintly, a hint of pride in his tone.

"Once a thunder tribulation appears," he said, "there's no hiding from it."

No hiding! If it manifests, it will strike, because it is *your* thunder tribulation!

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to be overly startled," Ji Yuan continued. "While this thunder art is formidable, its effects are confined to the demons themselves. There are quite a few demons in this world who, by their own strength, can withstand their corresponding thunder tribulations. The true challenge only begins once the tribulation has passed!"

Ji Yuan's words were perfectly accurate and objectively stated. In fact, upon closer reflection, Ji Yuan believed that activating the commanding thunder spell through conventional means, while targeting a smaller area, would yield even greater power.

However, the bystanders found it impossible to remain calm. They understood Ji Yuan's meaning perfectly well, but it was one thing to understand and another to face such a sudden, overwhelming force. How many demons, caught so completely off guard, could possibly withstand this thunder tribulation? And how much strength would they have left if they did survive?

Meanwhile, on the periphery, many Immortal cultivators from Tianyu Continent, who were supposed to be cooperatively deploying a grand formation, were also utterly astonished by the endless thunder tribulation. As the lightning spread, they instinctively retreated rapidly. No one wished to face such thunderous power, even if they had never committed any misdeeds.

Fortunately, the cultivators did not forget their duties. They quickly deployed their formations according to the pre-arranged plan, and streaks of immortal prohibitions spread out. However, they dared not approach too closely to the thunderous forbidden zone ahead.

Naturally, many outer demons desperately tried to flee, but they too were cut off by the prohibitions. The Heavenly Tribulation's destructive intent had already been unleashed, and escape was futile. This unexpected situation, however, allowed some Immortal cultivators to witness demons undergoing their tribulation up close, especially since the intensity of the assault on their formations was far weaker than anticipated.