He wanted to scream, the sect that had stood for ten thousand years was wiped out in their generation; he wanted to cry, for the ones who died were friends he'd lived with for nearly a thousand years; he wanted to do something, but all he could see were the world-ending lightning bolts.
These lightning bolts reminded him of the heavenly tribulation he faced when he first advanced to Nascent Soul, except the heavenly tribulation only had three strikes, while what they were facing now was an endless torrent of tribulation.
He even wondered, when cultivators advanced to half-step Mahayana, if any strike from the tribulation could be as powerful as the lightning before his eyes.
"It's over!" Master Qiao sensed that one of the lightning bolts was aimed at him. A single thought flashed through his mind before his body was engulfed by lightning.
