Fang Qingyuan hadn't felt the touch of death deeply. Since beginning his journey of cultivation, he had always been one to plan meticulously before acting, and so he had encountered precious few dangers.
His only brush with death had been during his mortal life, when he had reincarnated with the Immortal Mansion. But he had not been a cultivator then, so he hadn't been able to comprehend the true meaning of death. Now, however, even before the Celestial Tribulation Thunder Fire had descended, the thick stench of death choked Fang Qingyuan's nose and throat, leaving him breathless.
The repeated failures made the Heaven and Earth Law Will in the sky understand: if it could not annihilate Fang Qingyuan in one fell swoop, sending down any more Thunder Fire would be useless. Thus, after a short period of brewing, the hundred-mile-wide thunderclouds above exerted their full force in unison, finally unleashing the final, ultimate strike of this Thunder Tribulation:
