My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 15
I’m Here to Collect Your Corpses
“How is this possible?”
Lin Tianhe’s body trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented panic and fear. He thought he was powerful enough to have perfected the Wheel of Life realm, but he could not even withstand one blow in Hell mode.
If it were Nightmare Mode, there was still a chance of survival!
The Hell mode was a living hell. Once the test from the heavens came, the Lin Clan would be unable to resist it with their insufficient strength.
There would only be one outcome: death and clan annihilation!
“Hiss...”
Lin Tianhe was terrified at the thought of that scene.
A sense of despair rose from the bottom of his heart!
At the same time, not far away, the Grand Elder and the others were also panicking. They had not expected to draw the Hell mode, and they were gradually losing their composure.
Beep!
Just as everyone was panicking, a piece of information appeared in their minds.
An hour later, the Great Tribulation began!
“Sigh. Could it be that the heavens want our Lin Clan to be destroyed?”
The Grand elder’s eyes were filled with sorrow.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately called a guard over.
“Head to Worriless Manor immediately and invite Lin Wudao over. He killed Zhou Tianzheng of the Taixuan Sect with a single palm strike, so he must be at least at the mid-stage of the Dao Palace realm.”
“With his help, the Lin Clan might be able to survive!”
“Yes, Grand Elder!”
With that, the guard turned around and prepared to leave.
“Wait!”
“Forget it. I’ll go myself. I hope Lin Wudao will help the Lin Clan because of our bloodline and help them survive the Great Tribulation of High Heavens.”
“Otherwise...”
He let out a heavy sigh.
The Grand Elder rushed to Worriless Manor as fast as he could.
Lin Tiannan clenched his fists as he watched his departing figure. His deep eyes were filled with helplessness and a hint of anticipation.
If Lin Wudao could come, the Lin Clan might still have a chance of survival.
...
Everyone in Qing Yuan Ancient City was paying attention to the Lin Clan’s Great Tribulation of High Heavens, which happened once every five hundred years.
Among them, Han Qingshan was no exception!
When he learned that the Lin Clan had drawn the Hell mode, he hurriedly returned to the Worriless Manor.
“Young Master, the Lin Clan has drawn the Hell mode for this Great Tribulation of High Heavens!”
“I’m afraid it’s a sure death for the Lin Clan,” he said, frowning.
What?
Hell mode?
Lin Wudao ended his cultivation, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
“It seems like the Lin Clan’s luck isn’t that good,” he muttered.
Afterwards, he closed his eyes again and immersed himself in cultivation.
Upon seeing this, Han Qingshan wanted to say something, but when he saw Lin Wudao’s nonchalant expression, he dare not.
He turned around and left the room.
Whoosh!
At this moment, an ancient spiritual boat streaked across the sky and landed at Worriless Manor.
“Lin Tianhong?” Han Qingshan greeted.
“Grand Elder, why aren’t you at the Lin Clan managing the Great Tribulation of High Heavens? What are you doing at Worriless Manor?”
“Brother Han, where’s Lin Wudao?”
Are you looking for Young Master?
Han Qingshan furrowed his brows as if he had guessed his purpose in coming.
“Grand Elder, Young Master is no longer a member of your Lin Clan!”
“Today is the day of your Lin Clan’s Great Tribulation of High Heavens. Grand Elder, you should return quickly. Young Master is currently in closed-door cultivation and won’t see anyone,” he said indifferently.
Afterwards, Han Qingshan did not hesitate and turned to leave.
Thump!
However, Lin Tianhong suddenly knelt on the ground and staggered.
“What do you mean by this?” Han Qingshan’s face darkened.
“Brother Han, please help us. The Lin Clan is in grave danger right now. There’s no way we can pass the test. Only Lin Wudao can help us.”
“As long as he’s willing to help, I’m willing to agree to any conditions,” Lin Tianhong said anxiously in a pleading tone.
...
Funny.
Now, you are asking for help?
Han Qingshan was very disturbed!
“If you knew this would happen, you wouldn’t have done it!”
“Previously, the Lin Clan unanimously decided to expel Young Master from the ancestral records and the clan. So you’re here to beg for help now that you’re in trouble?”
“How can there be such easy things in this world?”
“I’ll let Young Master know. As for how he will react, I have no guarantee...”
He did not care about Lin Tianhong’s reaction and turned to leave.
Very quickly, he went to Lin Wudao’s room.
“Young Master, the Grand Elder, Lin Tianhong, is here. He’s kneeling outside now.”
“I see!”
...
“Go out and tell him that I’m no longer a member of the Lin Clan. I have nothing to do with the Lin Clan. I will be there after the Great Tribulation of High Heavens to collect their corpses.”
“As for lending a hand, he shouldn’t expect any.”
An emotionless voice came from the room.
“Yes!”
After getting the answer, Han Qingshan returned to the manor and passed on Lin Wudao’s words to Lin Tianhong.
What?
Was he not going to help? Collecting their corpses?
Upon hearing this, Lin Tianhong’s eyes turned listless as he slumped to the ground in a daze.
His expression was dull.
“Grand Elder, you should return.”
“The Great Tribulation of High Heavens is about to begin, don’t waste time.”
Bang!
Han Qingshan coldly closed the door.
Lin Tianhong was left alone, kneeling on the cold ground.
“The heavens have destroyed my Lin Clan, the heavens have destroyed my Lin Clan!”
Suddenly, he started bawling!
His voice was filled with endless desolation and sorrow.
After a long while, Lin Tianhong finally struggled to his feet. Then, with shaky steps, he walked towards the Lin Clan.
...
“Grand Elder, how is it? Lin Wudao...”
The crowd gathered around and asked anxiously.
Everyone was filled with anticipation!
However, Lin Tianhong shook his head.
“Lin Wudao said he’s no longer a member of the Lin Clan. So everything in the Lin Clan has nothing to do with him. So he won’t help us. But he’ll come back to collect our bodies after the calamity because of our shared bloodline.”
What?
“Collect our corpses?”
“Does he want us to die?”
Upon hearing this, everyone was instantly filled with hatred!
Immediately, many of the clan members began to curse and curse madly.
Boom!
Just as they were filled with anger and fear, the clouds in the sky suddenly changed colour. Then, a vast heavenly might swept down with a bang, covering all directions.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
...
The heavenly might was like a prison, pressing everyone to the ground.
Under the Lin Clan’s horrified and despairing gazes, a terrifying sword river appeared in the sky.
A vast sword rose among them, tearing the void to pieces.
“We’re finished! The Great Tribulation of High Heavens has begun!”
“Save me! I don’t want to die!”
“God, why is it Hell mode? Why are you doing this to the Lin Clan?”
“The heavens are unfair!”
...
As the Great Tribulation of High Heavens descended, the members of the Lin Clan roared in rage.
All were filled with fear and despair!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
...
At the same time, the vast sword river that hung in the sky shook violently. Then, the sharp sword cut through the void and madly slashed at the clan.
The sword itself was not strong!
But the power of the Divine Treasure realm it released was overwhelming.
As time passed, the sword in the sky became more terrifying. Finally, after the Divine Treasure realm, it reached the Sea of Bitterness and, eventually, the Wheel of Life realm.
Finally, it even reached the Dao Palace realm!
The strongest person in the Lin Clan had only perfected the Wheel of Life realm; how could he withstand such a terrifying sword?
“Aaaaah!”
With shrill screams of despair, the sword in the sky wreaked havoc and killed the Lin Clan members one by one, turning them into cold corpses.
Only Lin Tiannan, Lin Tianhong, and Lin Tianhe were left in the blink of an eye.
They had also suffered unprecedented heavy injuries, and their auras were highly chaotic as if they were drawing their last breath.
“The Lin Clan is finished! Finished!”
Looking at the corpses of his clan members, Lin Tiannan was devastated.
He did not resist anymore.
The sword in his hand supported his body, and he raised his head to stare at the vast void of heavenly might as if he was welcoming the arrival of death.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
...
Just as they were drawing their last breath, a series of steady footsteps suddenly approached from afar.
Not long after, a man in black with a cold face and extraordinary aura slowly came to the front of the crowd with his hands behind his back.
Lin Wudao?
A glimmer of hope rose in their eyes.
However, to their disappointment, Lin Wudao only glanced at them indifferently before looking away.
Next, he flipped his hand and took out an ancient bronze coffin. He began to fill it with the bodies on the ground...
