Dapeng's Time Travel Life

The power of the eighth heavenly lightning bolt was completely dispelled, and the deafening roar gradually faded away, leaving only the tribulation clouds slowly rolling in the sky. These tribulation clouds were no longer as turbulent and violent as before, but instead showed signs of loosening, as if they too had been severely damaged in this battle of power.

Zhang Peng stood there, panting heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, mingling with the blood on his body, making him look utterly disheveled. But his eyes shone brightly, revealing the relief of surviving a calamity and a thirst for victory. He knew that although he had temporarily withstood the eighth bolt of heavenly lightning, this ascension tribulation was far from over; an even more powerful ninth bolt, the final bolt, awaited him.

"Senior Zhang Peng succeeded!" Li Yifeng shouted excitedly, his voice echoing through the valley. His face beamed with joy and pride, as if he himself had participated in this thrilling battle. The surrounding cultivators also cheered, proud of Zhang Peng's perseverance and strength. The disciples of the Starry Sky Sect stood in neat rows, raising their magical artifacts high in respect to Zhang Peng. "Senior Zhang Peng, victory is assured!" Their shouts merged into a powerful wave that soared into the sky.

Lin Xingchen, the sect master of the Starry Sky Sect, breathed a slight sigh of relief, a smile of satisfaction appearing on his face. "Fellow Daoist Zhang Peng is indeed extraordinary, able to withstand even such a powerful eighth heavenly lightning strike." His eyes gleamed with admiration, gaining a deeper understanding of Zhang Peng's strength. Su Miaoshou, the valley master of Hundred Herbs Valley, also felt a weight lifted from his heart. Looking at Zhang Peng, his eyes were filled with respect. "Fellow Daoist Zhang Peng's resilience and perseverance are truly admirable," he murmured to himself, the jade bottle in his hand no longer gripped so tightly as before.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath and began to mobilize the power within his body to repair his damaged body and meridians. The power of the stars, the mysterious power, and the newly awakened power of the cosmic ruler flowed slowly within him, like three rushing rivers, merging and nourishing his body. His wounds healed at a visible speed, and his breathing gradually returned to normal. During this process, he continuously comprehended the mysteries of these three powers, attempting to unleash even greater strength when facing the final bolt of heavenly lightning.

The tribulation clouds in the sky began to re-condense, and the aura of the ninth heavenly lightning gradually spread. This heavenly lightning was completely different from the previous ones; it was no longer simply destructive power, but contained a baptism of the soul and a test of one's cultivation level. Zhang Peng sensed this aura, and a strange sense of awe welled up in his heart. He knew that this final heavenly lightning would be the ultimate test on his path of cultivation, not only a contest of strength, but also a tempering of his mind and will.

Zhang Peng slowly closed his eyes, immersing himself in the realization of power and realm. His consciousness seemed to travel through time and space, returning to the moment he first entered the world of cultivation, a time when he was filled with curiosity and longing for cultivation. Then, he saw his various experiences on the path of cultivation: those arduous battles, those companions who shared life and death, those painful choices... These memories flashed through his mind like a movie, giving him a deeper understanding of the path of cultivation.

"Cultivating immortality is not just about pursuing greater power, but also about transcending oneself and comprehending the Dao," Zhang Peng silently recited in his heart. His state of mind underwent a tremendous change at that moment, as if he had broken through an invisible shackle and reached a new realm.

When Zhang Peng opened his eyes again, they shone with wisdom and determination. He felt the power within him had become purer and stronger; the power of the stars, the mysterious power, and the power of the universe's ruler had perfectly merged, forming a completely new power system. He unleashed this new power, conjuring a shield that shimmered with seven-colored light before him. This shield not only contained powerful defensive capabilities but also exuded a mysterious aura, seemingly capable of withstanding any attack.

"Come on, the final bolt of heavenly lightning!" Zhang Peng shouted, his voice filled with confidence and pride. His voice echoed through the valley, reaching all directions, allowing all the cultivators watching to feel his determination and courage.

In the sky, the ninth bolt of heavenly lightning slowly condensed and took shape. Its color resembled the primordial light of the universe, vibrant and multicolored, yet containing endless mysteries. Its power fluctuations caused the entire world to tremble, as if proclaiming its supreme majesty. Zhang Peng stared intently at this bolt of lightning, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to meet the challenge…