Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Each tribulation of lightning is more terrifying than the last.

Qing Mulin struggled in the sea of ​​lightning, his wounds continued to increase, and his newly grown flesh was shattered by the lightning.

Half of his body was shattered by the lightning tribulation, and he could only recover using his original essence to continue fighting.

"Can he succeed?"

"Heavenly Emperor above, please protect the Greenwood Forest..."

This is the person who hopes Aomurin will succeed.

Of course, for every person who hopes Aokirin succeeds, there is someone who hopes he fails.

"Hmph, I hope they fail. The human race already has two Great Emperors, and they want to produce a third? How are other races supposed to survive?"

"It's time for the other races to take their turn."

Many people are also conducting rational analysis.

"It seems a bit difficult. He's injured and then trying to overcome this tribulation; it's too much of a stretch."

"Yes, we should have fully recovered from our injuries before crossing the river."

Sure enough, the journey to Qingmu Forest became increasingly difficult, until finally, he too was on the verge of exhaustion.

He stood there, his body covered in cracks, like a piece of porcelain that might shatter at any moment.

Above the thirty-third heaven, in the Lingxiao Palace.

Jiang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly reflecting the magnificent yet tragic scene of the tribulation in the borderlands.

He naturally remembered this child. He remembered that more than four thousand years ago, when he traveled to Wudong Star, he had a slight thought that caused the gods and statues in the temples of the heavens to manifest and bestow blessings.

The child in Aoki En's arms, gazing curiously at the statue, his clear eyes bathed in golden light.

Time flies, and the child has grown into a quasi-emperor at the peak, standing at the threshold of enlightenment.

Nothing in the world changes more than this.

"This guy is not bad, but becoming an emperor will be a bit difficult."

Qingmu Lin was able to defeat a Holy Spirit of the same realm, thus reaching the passing grade for enlightenment.

But that's not enough to prove one's Dao and become an emperor.

Jiang Hao knew better than anyone else that the reason Qing Mulin was in such a hurry to undergo the tribulation was not because he was anxious, but because Qing Mulin had no other choice and had been forced into a dead end.

The final, desperate strike of the Burning Heaven Holy Spirit severely injured Qingmu Lin, and moreover, it severely damaged his very foundation.

That kind of injury cannot be healed by rest; it will only continue to erode his body until his Dao foundation completely collapses.

Unless there is an elixir of immortality, Qingmu Forest has only two choices: one is to wait and wait for its own essence to be continuously consumed, and the other is to take advantage of the fact that it still has the strength to fight and try to prove its Dao.

Upon successful enlightenment, the heavens and earth will cleanse you, and all injuries will be healed.

Clearly, there is no elixir of immortality in the Green Wood Forest.

So he had no choice but to risk his life.

"He has the ability, the luck, and the courage!" Jiang Hao said in a low voice, "but he's still lacking something."

Jiang Hao did not make a move. The path of the Great Dao is a personal choice. Even though the two had a karmic connection, Jiang Hao would not interfere. He was not a babysitter.

He sometimes grants opportunities and chances, but never interferes with an individual's life choices.

If you are given the opportunity and you succeed, it proves you have the ability; if you don't succeed, that's your own problem.

The germination, blossoming, and even withering of each seed are all part of its own choices and destiny.

The final tribulation lightning descended, shaking the heavens!

Qing Mulin did not retreat, nor could he retreat; he flew towards the final tribulation of lightning.

"Come!"

His body began to reshape itself in the light, the cracks healed, and his aura rose, as if he were truly about to overcome the great tribulation of attaining enlightenment.

At that moment, the penetrating wound in Aoki's chest suddenly erupted.

The remnants of the Heavenly Sacred Law clashed with the Wood and Fire Dao Laws of the Green Wood Forest, exploding instantly.

Aoki Rin's body froze in mid-air.

He was just one step away, just one step away, but he could no longer take that next step.

Deep within the forbidden zones of life, ancient and cold divine thoughts intertwine.

"The way of wood and fire, where life and destruction intertwine, is truly nourishing..."

"He's dying, his very essence is crumbling, his imperial path is on the verge of collapse—this is the most exquisite moment of his life..."

"Eating at this time can prolong life. Anyone want to go? No, I'll go."

Within the restricted area, a restless, predatory desire permeated the air.

They want to devour the very essence of the Greenwood Forest.

This is a good opportunity; the opponent has no ability to resist, and the source is fresh and rich.

This kind of opportunity is extremely rare.

However, the moment their divine sense slightly extended beyond the forbidden zone and glimpsed the place of tribulation.

A supreme gaze descended from beyond the thirty-third heaven, indifferently sweeping over all forbidden zones.

In an instant, all restless thoughts within the restricted area ceased.

That gaze contained no killing intent, nor did it deliberately exert any pressure. It was merely a casual glance, yet it made all the supreme beings of the forbidden zones feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

It was as if they had become insects being stared at by a prehistoric behemoth.

So humble, so insignificant.

They saw the blurry yet majestic figure in the Lingxiao Palace, calmly watching them.

That figure was supreme, and that gaze was like the might of heaven!

The majesty of Heaven is beyond compare!

In an instant, all their greed and scheming vanished under that gaze.

All that remained was a deep chill and a sense of powerlessness.

They understood that now, whoever made a move would die.

With the Heavenly Court above and the Heavenly Emperor looking down, all supreme beings in the forbidden zones submit!

In the desolate wilderness, amidst the shattered starry sky, the Green Wood Forest stands silently.

His body retained a supreme aura similar to that of an emperor, yet it was also shrouded in dense death energy.

His gaze did not turn towards the distant places of cheering or sorrow, but instead turned with difficulty towards the direction of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

His lips moved, but the sound was faint.

"The Heavenly Emperor..."

"Qingmu Forest is incompetent; in the end, it has failed to live up to the blessings bestowed upon it by the temple..."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, but I still thank you for the blessing you bestowed upon me back then, which gave me a glorious life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura, which had reached its peak, suddenly went out like a star that had burned out.

The Wood and Fire Dao that formed the foundation of his imperial path transformed into countless points of light shimmering with blue and red glow, like the last fireflies in the summer night sky, fluttering and scattering into the boundless void of the universe.

His body, too, gradually faded away in the specks of light, returning to nothingness.

There was no bloodshed, no tragic self-destruction, only the Tao returning to its origin and merging with the heavens.

Like firewood burned out, only the lingering warmth and dust that once graced the world remain.

silence.

A deathly silence enveloped all the places where the scene was being watched.

Then came countless complex sighs.

There is regret for the fall of a peerless genius, lamentation over the cruelty of fate, and also emotion for Qingmulin's pure faith in his final moments.

"Sigh, still can't do it? What a pity..."

"They're already incredibly strong. Despite such severe injuries, they managed to withstand the lightning tribulation and are only one step away from victory..."

"To attain enlightenment and become an emperor is still so difficult!"

"If Qingmu Lin hadn't been injured, he would definitely have survived the tribulation."

"There are no 'ifs'. The struggle for supremacy is just like this. He chose his own path and walked to its end."

"Although Qingmu Forest has been defeated, it is still glorious."

"At least he fought to the very end and didn't back down."

"He killed the Holy Spirit, and the tribulation lightning was just one strike away, but unfortunately, he was a little unlucky."

The ancestral land of the Aoki family is in mourning!

At the infinite heights, there are thirty-three heavens.

Jiang Hao withdrew his gaze and looked at the cosmic void where light dust drifted.

"Shameful?" he muttered to himself.

He didn't feel that Qingmu Forest had embarrassed him.

A peak Quasi-Emperor can directly kill a Primordial Saint of the same level, and can withstand the Emperor Tribulation even when their Dao Foundation is shattered.

This is already very strong, but to become an emperor, one needs to be even stronger.

The blessing that took place more than four thousand years ago was an opportunity for those with predestined affinity, not a life-saving charm for any one person.

Aomurin had a stroke of luck, and then he was ambitious and hardworking enough to forge his own path. This was due to his own strength and destiny.

Giving them a chance was enough. If I were to intervene again this time, what would I be? A babysitter?

The Heavenly Court establishes rules, not privileges.