Chapter 613: World‑Destroying Heavenly Thunder!

When the first Heavenly Thunder fell, Jiang Feng did not dodge.

He stood on the Golden Heavenly Staircase, looked up at the purple‑golden lightning cracking down from the dark clouds, like a roaring giant dragon, opening its massive gaping maw to devour him.

He did not close his eyes, nor even raise a hand to block.

He just stood there, letting that Heavenly Thunder strike solidly onto his body.

Boom!

The purple‑golden electric flash burst across his body's surface, emitting a piercing roar.

Electric Snake slithered over his skin, feeling as if ten thousand needles pierced his body at once, and as if a red‑hot knife were being drawn back and forth inside him.

Yet Jiang Feng did not move.

He did not even furrow his brow.

Those electric flashes surged chaotically within him, like a pack of raging beasts trying to tear his Meridians.

Yet the moment they surged in, the Law Power inside him began to surge wildly…

The Heavenly Thunder's power was being absorbed by him.

That raging energy, the instant it entered his body, was enveloped by Law Power and merged into his Meridians.

With each absorbed Heavenly Thunder, his body grew a fraction tougher…

The first Heavenly Thunder passed.

Jiang Feng's gaze showed no change.

He lifted a foot and stepped onto the second step.

Immediately, the second Heavenly Thunder fell.

It was nearly twice as strong as the first; the purple‑golden electric flash grew richer, thick as a bucket, striking straight down onto his head.

He stepped up another level.

The third, fourth, fifth…

Heavenly Thunder after Heavenly Thunder fell, each stronger than the last.

Each Heavenly Thunder multiplied exponentially from the previous.

By the tenth, those Heavenly Thunders crashing from the dark clouds pierced the air itself, emitting a shrill screech.

Wounds began to appear on Jiang Feng's body.

The Heavenly Thunder's power was so great that, even with Law Power's protection, his body could not fully endure.

The electric flashes left charred streaks on his skin; his clothes had long since been reduced to ash by the Heavenly Thunder, his bare torso covered in Thunder Marks, like a map scorched by flame.

Yet he kept walking.

The golden steps beneath his feet glowed, as if activated by his power; each step shone brighter, bearing his body upward.

The eleventh, twelfth, fifteenth, twentieth…

The Heavenly Thunders grew denser and faster.

At first, each step triggered one Heavenly Thunder; later, each stride summoned two or three simultaneously.

The purple‑golden electric flashes intertwined, forming an all‑covering Electric Net that enveloped Jiang Feng completely.

A faint smile lifted Jiang Feng's mouth corner.

He was all too familiar with this pain.

Kunlun's Fiery Cave, countless falls from Wuliang Mountain Peak, the myriad erosions of Weak Water…

He had endured so much suffering that when these Heavenly Thunders struck him, he even felt a certain familiarity.

He closed his eyes.

Not out of surrender, but… he no longer needed to see.

The path he walked lay beneath his feet; those steps were as clear to his perception as broad daylight.

His Divine Soul unfolded within him like an invisible net, enveloping everything around.

He could sense each Heavenly Thunder's trajectory, even the instant before they fell, how the condensed energy in the clouds wavered.

He no longer passively endured the Heavenly Thunders, but actively greeted them.

When the twenty‑third Heavenly Thunder fell, Jiang Feng raised his right hand.

His hand reached toward the purple‑golden electric flash, fingers splayed as if to grasp something.

The Heavenly Thunder struck his palm, electric light flaring outward, the dazzling glare lighting half the sky.

Yet Jiang Feng's hand did not retreat; it seized the Heavenly Thunder like a struggling snake, gripping tightly.

Crack!

The Heavenly Thunder shattered in his palm into countless tiny electric flashes; those flashes did not dissipate but surged along his arm into his body, wholly devoured by his internal Law Power!

Jiang Feng smiled faintly and continued upward.

The twenty‑fifth, thirtieth, fortieth…

The Heavenly Thunders grew ever stronger, making even the air tremble.

Between heaven and earth only the purple‑golden light remained, covering all colors.

Outside the courtyard gate, Linghu Xue and the black‑clad men were pressed to their knees, trembling all over, unable to lift their heads.

They could feel the descending aura of destruction, making them feel like ants in a storm, ready to be crushed at any moment.

And the one standing on the Golden Heavenly Staircase was moving step by step toward the storm's core!

When the fiftieth Heavenly Thunder fell, Jiang Feng's body finally showed a true fissure.

The Heavenly Thunder's power had grown so intense that even his Golden Body could no longer bear it; a gash split his chest, blood gushing out…

Yet his gaze remained upward, fixed on the end of the staircase.

There lay a field of golden light, its details indistinct, yet he could sense…

That door is right There!

Push it open, he is a Martial Sovereign.

The fifty‑fifth, the sixtieth, the seventieth.

His body can no longer be seen in its original form.

His breath began to become chaotic, his breathing grew rapid, his heartbeat grew heavy.

But he did not stop.

When the seventy‑fifth Heavenly Thunder fell, his knees bent once.

In less than a breath, he straightened again.

He stood There, head lowered, his sight a little blurry…

There are twenty‑four steps.

There are twenty‑four Heavenly Thunders.

Jiang Feng took a deep Breath and set off.

His stride grew faster, as if racing against time.

He no longer waited for the Heavenly Thunder to fall, but actively met it; when the eightieth Heavenly Thunder fell, heaven and earth changed color because of it.

That Heavenly Thunder was absurdly thick, as if the whole sky were collapsing downward; amid the purple‑golden lightning were strands of black, the breath of destruction, the most fundamental destructive force deep within the Dao.

He placed his hands on his knees, forcibly holding up his body that was about to kneel.

He lifted his head, looking ahead. Those golden steps were still there, still glowing, waiting for him to step over.

He took a deep Breath and straightened his back.

The higher he climbed, the stronger the Heavenly Thunders, yet Jiang Feng's steps grew ever faster.

Those Heavenly Thunders could no longer halt his steps; his body was collapsing, yet these things became his fuel…

He was no longer a cultivator who needed Heavenly Thunders to forge him.

He actively devoured the Heavenly Thunders, turning them into his nourishment.

Each Heavenly Thunder that struck his body was encircled, broken down, and absorbed by the Three Thousand Law Power within him, becoming the steps for him to ascend higher.

Ninety‑five, ninety‑six, ninety‑seven, ninety‑eight.

The final step is right before his eyes.

Golden light poured down from the end of the steps; the light had no burning feel, but rather like a warm cotton blanket, enveloping his whole being.

He lifted his foot, preparing to step onto the final step.

At that moment, all sounds between heaven and earth vanished.

The whole world seemed to have its mute button pressed, quiet as if returned to before chaos first opened.

Jiang Feng lifted his head.

In the distant horizon, deeper within those dark clouds, behind those purple‑golden thunderbolts, a different light was gathering.

That light was black.

It coalesced at the horizon, forming a vortex, like an eye that opened from the deepest part of the firmament, watching him.

Within that black radiance, a breath that made heaven, earth, and all things tremble was emitted!

In the distant void, that man stood there, watching Jiang Feng ascend the Heavenly Tribulation step by step, watching him temper himself within each Heavenly Thunder, watching him grow stronger, drawing nearer to the gate of the Martial Sovereign.

His expression remained calm, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes…

But when he saw the black light on the horizon begin to coalesce, his gaze changed.

His brows furrowed, the smile at the corner of his mouth vanished.

He spoke softly, his voice low, yet each word rang like a bomb in the void of heaven and earth.

"Heavenly Dao…"

He paused, his gaze falling on that black light, his eyes becoming as sharp as a blade.

"You have crossed the boundary."