He was going all out. A Nascent Soul is not like the others; once it's damaged, it's a complete downfall.
Admiration flashed in Ancestor Lu's eyes. Many a promising talent faced their Nascent Soul Tribulation, but very few could exhibit the resilience and courage like Elder Jian did.
Cultivators who wish to contend with the heavens must be prepared to be pushed to the brink of death before they can hope to survive.
If one is preoccupied with concerns, they can never unleash their full potential, and failure is then inevitable.
Every cultivator undergoing tribulation understands this principle, but to truly put it into practice is no easy feat.
"Sword Intent Sky Towering!" This time, Elder Jian did not wait for the Heavenly Thunder to strike. He let out a manic laugh, and the giant sword transformed from his Nascent Soul charged towards the thunderclouds above.
