Chapter 602: Just Passing Through a Calamity

“That measly thunder calamity of yours is nothing!”
The speaker was a fierce-looking, bearded powerhouse at the Mahayana stage, radiating a murderous aura—clearly a demonic cultivator.
Demonic cultivators could also reach the Mahayana stage and ascend to the immortal realm, and there were quite a number of them, which wasn’t surprising.
By now, the five of them had flown within a distance of less than a thousand zhang, while the three Witch Tribe warriors behind them were closing in, also at less than ten thousand zhang.
For giants standing a thousand zhang tall, ten thousand zhang was practically right in front of them. The overwhelming pressure that covered the sky was so intense that merely seeing it would scare one to death, let alone fighting against it.
However, Su Che had seen too many Witch Tribe warriors. He had witnessed firsthand the grand spectacle of a billion Witch Tribe soldiers gathering on the day the sky barrier was broken. To him, these three Witch Tribe warriors meant nothing at all.
For some reason, those five fleeing cultivators suddenly stopped when they reached Su Che’s calamity zone. Did they think that with Su Che added to their ranks, they could confront the three Witch Tribe warriors behind them?
Did they not consider whether Su Che would even be willing to help?
Crack! Another bolt of heavenly thunder struck down.
Faced with such an unexpected situation, Su Che naturally couldn’t continue to resist the thunder with his physical body. He silently activated the Great Thunder Diversion Technique, diverting the bolt invisibly and creating a bottomless hole in the ground dozens of zhang away.
Huh?
The five cultivators who had just stopped were stunned, wondering: Could calamity thunder also deviate and miss its target?
Normally, ordinary thunder could be avoided, but targeted calamity thunder could never be dodged. One could only resist it with defensive measures or counter it with offensive tactics…
This phenomenon of “calamity thunder deviating” was something these Mahayana and Calamity Stage cultivators, who had experienced several heavenly calamities, had never seen or heard of before.
Noticing their surprised expressions, Su Che smiled inwardly: “With the Great Thunder Diversion Technique at my disposal, not only can I divert calamity thunder, but I can even use it to attack you.”
In the mortal world of cultivation, great techniques were rare. Many people never saw even one of the three thousand great paths in their entire lives. So, it couldn’t be said that they were ignorant.

However, those five opponents were all experienced cultivators at the Mahayana and Tribulation stages—by no means fools. Even though they hadn’t yet realized this was a phenomenon caused by the Great Thunder Art, they could still vaguely guess that the person undergoing tribulation before them was no ordinary individual!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, three Witch Tribe warriors descended from the sky like three giant mountains crashing to the ground, causing the entire Thunder Star to tremble.
“Haha, good luck—another one!”
One of the Witch Tribe warriors laughed loudly, his booming voice instantly drowning out the thunder around them.
Su Che knew that “another one” referred to him. These three warriors didn’t recognize him and thought they had gained another prey.
Su Che didn’t rush to show his Witch God Token. Taking advantage of this moment, he sent a message to the five cultivators, asking, “Why do you fellow cultivators want to drag me into this? I’m currently undergoing tribulation—how can I help you? Isn’t this a bit unfair?”
Normally, Su Che wasn’t yet at the true Tribulation stage and didn’t deserve to be on equal footing with those five cultivators, especially those two at the Mahayana stage, who should be addressed as seniors.
But after completing his tribulation, Su Che would possess the strength to easily defeat them. With such pride in his heart, how could he possibly call them seniors? Calling them “fellow cultivators” was already a great concession!
The five opponents, relying on their innate intuition as cultivators, had already realized Su Che was extraordinary and no longer looked down on him. Moreover, in such a critical situation, they didn’t care about proper titles.
One of the Mahayana elders with a kinder appearance bowed to Su Che and said, “We are all thunder cultivators who reside on Thunder Star. Today, we were unfortunately discovered by the Witch Tribe. With ordinary methods, we can’t compete with them, so we thought of using your tribulation to set up a massive thunder array temporarily, hoping to drive them away.”
Hearing this answer, Su Che frowned and immediately retorted, “If my tribulation changes in nature, will I still be considered to have reached the Tribulation stage after it’s over?”
“At this point, do you still care about such things?”
The fierce-looking Mahayana elder with a beard growled impatiently, “If you can’t drive back the Witch Tribe, you won’t even survive. Compared to that, a little setback in cultivation is nothing!”
“It’s nothing” seemed to be this man’s catchphrase. Su Che turned his gaze toward him and said calmly, “Exactly. Your lives mean nothing to me—why should I use my tribulation to help you escape?”
Crack!

Another thunderbolt fell, but Su Che used the Great Thunderfall Technique to guide it to the bearded man’s head, striking straight down at his forehead. However, as a being at the Mahayana stage with profound expertise in thunder cultivation, such a tribulation thunderbolt during his ascension was of no threat to him at all. With just a wave of his hand, he dispelled the thunderbolt into nothingness.
“The Great Thunderfall Technique?”
At this point, the five people across from him finally recognized Su Che’s technique—it was indeed the legendary Great Thunderfall Technique, the ultimate art that all thunder cultivators dreamed of mastering.
“Fellow cultivator…”
The kind-looking Mahayana elder’s expression changed as he guessed that Su Che might be the reincarnation of an immortal, which explained the obvious air of superiority in his tone and demeanor.
The three Witch Tribe warriors, on the other hand, watched the entire scene from above with interest, almost like cats playing with mice, not rushing to take action.
Su Che hadn’t revealed the Witch God Token yet because he wanted to see if these five people were worth his help. So far, his first impression of them was poor—they had tried to exploit his own tribulation to resolve their crisis, a despicable act. Even if they had reasons to “save themselves,” from Su Che’s perspective, he couldn’t possibly feel goodwill toward them.
Especially that bearded demonic cultivator, who kept saying things like “What the hell?”, was detestable and unlikable. Su Che wouldn’t even blink if such a guy were crushed right before his eyes.
Over time, due to various experiences, Su Che’s heart had become as hard as steel, devoid of any mercy. More importantly, both Su Che and Lao He believed that the timing of this chase and escape between their groups was too coincidental, suggesting some kind of conspiracy against them. Before understanding the truth, there was no rush to reveal the Witch God Token.
Now, seeing Su Che use this seemingly miraculous technique known as the Great Thunderfall Technique, the five people across from him became much more subdued, their gazes toward Su Che filled with evident caution.
“Fellow cultivator, our actions were indeed somewhat reckless…”
The kind-looking Mahayana elder said with a bow, “But we truly had no intention of harming you. We merely wanted to use the power of this thunder tribulation to save ourselves, as a last resort in desperation. Please forgive us.”
“Alright!”

Su Che nodded lightly. “I can forgive it, or pretend it never happened. You may go now—stop disturbing my tribulation.”
Crack!
The last of the first three thunder tribulations struck, but Su Che waved his hand casually, diverting it like chasing a fly. Of course, that gesture, combined with his words, also seemed intended to drive away the five people opposite him.
“But…”
The Great Perfection-stage elder showed a wry smile and shrugged. “Things have come to this. Do you really think that once we leave, those three Witch Clan members will let you go?”
“This is my matter. You don’t need to worry about it.” Su Che looked up at the sky, gazing at the storm clouds above, and said softly, “It’s just a tribulation. Why create so much trouble?”
“Haha…”
Lao He laughed in the Immortal Prison. “It seems your self-punishment earlier didn’t move the heavens. He still wants to punish you through other means.”
“Stop arguing with him!”
At that moment, the bearded Great Perfection-stage man shouted again, “Whether he’s an incarnation of an immortal or knows the Great Thunder Art or not—there’s no time to care about that now. To save our lives, we must activate the Great Thunder Formation to possibly repel the Witch Clan. Otherwise, we’re doomed!”
Though he was shouting, he used telepathy, so it shouldn’t be audible to the three Witch Clan warriors thousands of feet away.
Upon hearing this, the Great Perfection-stage elder and the other three Tribulation-stage members exchanged glances and nodded silently in agreement with the bearded man’s view.
Yes, survival was most important. No matter how extraordinary this person undergoing tribulation was, at most he had just entered the Tribulation stage—he surely couldn’t take the lives of the five of them. Those three Witch Clan warriors, on the other hand, were a deadly threat right before their eyes, capable of taking their lives at any moment.
Just as they were thinking this, they heard the deep voice of one of the Witch Clan warriors from behind: “You little ants don’t need to be so desperate. The Witch God has ordered that during this invasion of the Spirit Realm to seize souls, we should avoid extermination as much as possible. In other words, as long as you cooperate, we’ll only take your souls and let you keep your memories, giving you a chance to be reborn and continue cultivating.”
“That’s right!”
Another Witch Clan warrior added loudly, “Keep your memories and be reborn! The regrets you have in this life regarding cultivation can be made up in the next—maybe it’s even a good thing!”
“What good thing?”

The bearded man in the Mahayana stage immediately cursed, “We are all on the verge of ascending to the immortal realm. Reaching immortality is right before our eyes—what more regrets could there be? To die at your hands and fail to reach the immortal realm—that is the greatest regret!”
“Haha, that makes sense!”
Su Che laughed inwardly, his impression of this bearded man improving somewhat: This man was straightforward, bold in speech and action, and could indeed be considered a true hero!