George's hope was rekindled: "Will Heaven really show mercy?"

"I don't know, but I have to give it a try." Taoist Qinghui said, "Let's see."

George then stopped talking and watched Jiang Chunian perform the ritual with Taoist Qinghui. The petition caught fire without wind and the green smoke went straight up into the sky.

"Now, we can only rely on the decision of heaven." Taoist Qinghui said.

George clenched his fists tightly and prayed silently in his heart: If God can show mercy and allow him to live in the world, he will definitely practice diligently, help those in need, and cultivate merits to repay his sins.

As time passed, the thunderclouds above our heads became thicker and thicker. The purple-black lightning was like a thunder dragon wandering and roaring among the thunderclouds, shaking people's hearts.

The Lin family and Kailin in the distance also looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky, their faces turning pale, and they became more and more worried about the people on the top of the mountain.

An unknown amount of time passed, but the thunder dragon in the sky showed no signs of weakening. George's face grew even paler. "The thunder hasn't weakened at all. Could it be that Heaven is unwilling to show mercy and spare my life?"

When George finished speaking, Taoist Qinghui's eyes lit up: "It's done."

"What?" George was stunned.

Taoist Qinghui laughed out loud: "Did you feel it? Although the thunderclouds are thick and the thunder is loud, the power of heaven is no longer as great as before. This is because the way of heaven has heard your petition and is willing to give you a chance to survive, thus weakening the power of the thunder tribulation."

"Really?" George was delighted.

Jiang Chu Nian smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

“Boom.”

Thunder and lightning gathered in the sky and were about to strike.

George's face showed fear again: "But the thunder is still so strong, even if I am not dead, I will die if it hits me."

"Of course we will protect you." Jiang Chunian said with a smile.

"Can you block it for me?" After all, Jiang Chunian and Taoist Qinghui were both mortals, and couldn't stop the lightning. "By the way, can you tell me if we can use a lightning rod to lead this lightning into the ground?"

Taoist Qinghui laughed heartily: "Let alone the fact that the thunderbolt is about to strike, we don't even have time to erect lightning rods to divert the lightning into the mountain. Even if we did have that time, it would be useless."

"Useless?" George was stunned.

"This is tribulation lightning." Jiang Chunian explained, "Tribulation lightning is different from ordinary lightning. Tribulation lightning is the thunder of heaven, used by the heaven to punish evil spirits. There is no other way to avoid it except to endure and resist it. Lightning rods cannot be used. Even if you hide in the belly of the mountain, it can still accurately hit the person it wants to punish."

George was confused: "According to what you said, this thunderbolt will definitely hit me? Then how can you help me bear it?"

Taoist Qinghui laughed and said, "You forgot, what Junior Uncle said just now was about endurance and resistance. With the strength of your soul and body now, let alone enduring the thunder, even if it touches the edge, you can't bear it, and your soul will be scattered. But in addition to enduring it, you can also resist it. For us in the Xuanmen, as long as we use Xuanshu, magic tools, formations, no matter what means, as long as we can withstand the thunder, we can escape the disaster. Later, you don't have to bear the thunder yourself, we will help you resist it."

George finally understood and bowed to Jiang Chunian and Taoist Qinghui to express his gratitude: "George thanks you both in advance. If I still can't withstand this thunderbolt, please don't worry about me. Save your own lives first."

Taoist Qinghui nodded, very satisfied with George, "We know our limits."

Thunder rumbled in the sky and wind and clouds gathered.

Taoist Qinghui said solemnly, "The thunderbolt is about to strike. Let me take the first one."

Taoist Qinghui said this and took out his magic weapon, the whisk.

Taoist Qinghui said this and took a step forward.

"Thank God, there will only be three thunderbolts this time. As long as we can withstand these three thunderbolts, George will be safe. The first thunderbolt is usually weaker, but there will be unexpected events." Jiang Chunian did not argue with Taoist Qinghui and took a step back: "Be careful."

"Okay." Taoist Qinghui held the whisk in his hand and looked up at the sky with a serious expression.

The next moment, a purple lightning bolt as thick as an arm, carrying a destructive aura, struck down towards the top of the mountain.

Taoist Qinghui pinched his fingers, pointed the whisk in his hand, and threw it towards the lightning: "Go!"

The whisk instantly turned into a meteor and headed straight for the thunder.

"Ah." George fell to his knees with a thud.

Jiang Chunian turned around and looked at him: "What's going on?"

"It hurts!" George felt as if a huge palm was pressing on his back, pushing him down and down, as if to crush him into a meat patty. He groaned in pain. If he had not been a soul, he would have vomited blood.

"This is the might of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder." Jiang Chunian had no intention of offering a hand to help him. "The Heavenly Tribulation Thunder is already terrifying, and the Heavenly Tribulation's might is even more unpredictable. However, Heavenly Tribulation's might is not the same as the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder. Under the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, everything is reduced to ashes, but Heavenly Tribulation's might can be resisted. It just depends on whether you are mentally strong enough and whether you can endure hardship. Your new soul has just formed, and your soul body is weak. It would be inhumane to let you face the Heavenly Tribulation's might directly at this time, but this is also your opportunity. As long as you can withstand this Heavenly Tribulation's might, your will will surely be stronger than before, and your soul body will become more solid and pure, which will greatly benefit your future cultivation and will also elevate the heights you can reach in the future."

"George, I have set up a formation on the top of the mountain. As long as it is opened, it can help you resist the power of heaven and make you feel less uncomfortable. Do you want me to open it?" Jiang Chunian asked George.

"No, thank you, I can do it. I can definitely do it." George refused.

He understood what Jiang Chunian meant. For him, this was both a disaster and an opportunity.

Since he has chosen this path, he naturally will not be lazy and unwilling to make sacrifices at this time.

Regardless of whether he will have the chance to be reborn as a human in the future, since he has chosen to be a ghost cultivator, he will become the most powerful ghost cultivator.

"I can do it." George became more determined.

"Okay." Jiang Chunian's eyes showed appreciation.

She can save George, but how far George can go in the future depends on himself.

If he just wanted to stay by her side and live a peaceful life like an ordinary ghost, then as long as she was alive, she would naturally keep him safe, but what if she was gone?

Whether you are a human or a ghost, the only one you can rely on in the end is yourself.

She hoped George would understand this.

I also hope that he can become stronger.

Both in terms of mind and ability.

George fought against the power of heaven on his own and gained experience.

Jiang Chunian paid a little attention to him and looked up into the air.

Taoist Qinghui's whisk collided with the thunder in mid-air, making a loud noise.

Most of the thunder was dispersed, and the whisk was charred black and fell to the ground.