He Sheng led Ling Yun, the sect leader, and others to the territory of the Crane Clan, which was thousands of miles away.
The moment they saw the Crane Clan's territory, everyone was captivated by the beautiful scenery before them.
Rows of mountains are arranged in a pleasingly varied manner, with pure white clouds floating halfway up the mountains. Cranes glide through the mountains, emitting melodious calls.
Clear rivers flow down the mountain and converge into streams on the ground, where young cranes play.
Lingyun looked around. Despite being cursed with blood, every crane was optimistic and cheerful, striving for life.
Upon seeing strangers enter, a group of crane chicks, quite unafraid, flapped their wings and trotted over, nuzzling Ling Yun and the others' legs with their heads, as if asking for a hug.
Seeing this, Ling Yun smiled, picked up a crane, and rubbed its head.
"Hehe~ Hello, handsome!"
The baby crane greeted us very politely.
The little white fox, the white qilin, and Ling Yao got along very well with these crane cubs and ran over to play with them.
Ling Yun looked at the crane chicks, feeling a mix of emotions. They were unaware that they had been cursed with blood.
Perhaps I already knew, but I have no fear!
Ling Yun surveyed the Crane Clan's territory, his gaze landing on a valley where there were rows of graves, all belonging to cursed cranes.
One after another, tens of millions of graves.
Ling Yun sighed inwardly:
"A lonely grave a thousand miles away, where can I speak of my sorrow?"
Then, He Sheng led Ling Yun and the others to the highest peak, where the ancestors of the Crane Clan lived.
They were the ones who led all races to destroy the evil forces; they were heroes, but also tragic figures.
Before their deaths, the powerful demonic cultivators sneered:
"You will see your descendants die one by one before your eyes! And you will be powerless to do anything about it!"
This is even more agonizing than a blood curse, forcing you to watch your descendants die before they reach a hundred years old, one after another, while you can only watch helplessly. The pain is beyond just killing someone and destroying their spirit.
That is the slow torture of the soul!
"Tribulation?"
Upon hearing that the Tribulation Breaker had broken the Blood Curse, the hundreds of Crane Ancestors fell silent.
A moment later, a resolute look appeared in their eyes, and they said sternly:
"We are undergoing tribulation! We are willing to give our lives to ensure the longevity of our descendants!"
The elders of the Crane Clan stood up in unison, preparing to face their deaths.
Ling Yun waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down.
"Without the blood curse, it's useless for you to succeed in the tribulation. Only those who have been cursed with the blood curse can succeed in the tribulation and obtain the tribulation liquid."
"this……"
Upon hearing this, the elders of the Crane Clan sighed with regret. How could they not know the dangers of undergoing tribulation? A slight mistake could lead to the destruction of both body and soul.
"Ancestor! I've come to undergo my tribulation!"
He Sheng spoke resolutely, his eyes filled with determination and a willingness to die.
"I am the young patriarch of the Crane Clan, and I bear the fate of the entire clan on my shoulders. I am willing to undergo this tribulation!"
"I am willing to undergo tribulation to prolong the lives of my people!"
"Let me do it. I am naturally strong and healthy, making me the most suitable person to undergo tribulation!"
"I'm here! I possess the Divine Body that has transcended tribulation!"
"..."
Countless young men and women of the Crane Clan flew to the site where their ancestor had arrived, all requesting to undergo tribulation.
Everyone wore a resolute expression, and they all knew that undergoing tribulation meant death, but no one backed down.
They are willing to sacrifice their lives for their people.
Seeing this scene, Ling Yun and the others were deeply moved.
With such a group of young people, how could the Crane Clan not prosper?
A strong youth makes a strong nation!
Strength lies not in physical strength but in mental state.
Seeing these innocent faces, the ancestors' hearts bled. They, who had long since seen through the vanities of the world, were now in tears.
"How cruel is Heaven..."
Just as the Crane Clan Ancestor was about to vent his anger, he was restrained by the Heavenly Pill Sect Master.
"Stop complaining about the heavens, now the only option is to undergo tribulation! Ancestor, make a decision quickly!"
"Transcending tribulation!"
The old ancestor suppressed his grief and cried out in despair.
Ling Yun nodded slightly, pointed one finger to the sky, and instantly, a deafening thunderclap resounded in the heavens.
There are no more lightning tribulations on the Golden Cloud Continent, so Lingyun can only create lightning tribulations.
The next moment!
Dark clouds gathered, then rapidly swirled to form a vortex of dark clouds covering a radius of thousands of miles.
Lightning was brewing in the vortex, with tiny arcs of electricity appearing and disappearing within it.
Everyone looked up at the swirling black clouds, feeling a fear that pierced their very souls.
Lightning carries the power to destroy the world; a single glance instills fear in those who behold it.
Since ancient times, only exceptionally talented and epoch-making geniuses have been able to experience tribulations; for ordinary cultivators, undergoing a tribulation is tantamount to suicide.
"Look! Someone is about to undergo tribulation, and it's actually a member of the Crane Clan!"
"How unjust is Heaven! The Crane Clan saved this continent, yet they are cursed and now they have to undergo tribulation. Do good people really not live long?"
"Everyone! Let's go to the Crane Clan and lend them a hand!"
"..."
All the sects of the Tianyuan Dynasty, whether good or evil, came, and regardless of their morality, they all held the Crane Clan in the highest esteem.
boom!
A thunderclap boomed, and the tribulation began.
Ling Yun said in a deep voice:
"The tribulation of breaking the curse is a hundred times stronger than a normal tribulation of lightning, consisting of eighty-one lightning strikes..."
He couldn't bear to continue, but he didn't see a single pair of eyes that showed any sign of retreat.
At this moment, everyone looked at He Sheng, the young patriarch of the Crane Clan, who had flown into the void, with tears in their eyes.
His figure was slender yet imposing, holding a silver-white longsword as he gazed at the swirling black clouds, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve even in the face of death.
Come on!
He Sheng let out a furious roar, filled with sorrow.
boom!
When the first lightning strike came down, He Sheng swung his sword and shattered the lightning.
Everyone clenched their fists, their tense bodies trembling.
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