The Banana Tree's true form blossomed with unprecedented, dazzling radiance! Earth, water, fire, wind, yin, yang, and lightning—the seven origin powers—boiled furiously, intertwining and merging!
The vast Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth formed an enormous vortex, swallowed into this divine primordial spirit like a whale gulping down the sea.
All energy surged madly into the core, into the primordial spirit origin that had long been condensed to its limit and was now undergoing its final transformation!
"The time has come! Today, I break free from the cocoon and become a butterfly!"
Buzz—!
A clear cry rang through the secluded valley! Boundless Seven-Colored Divine Light shot into the heavens, briefly piercing the dense tribulation clouds!
Within the light, a tall, slender figure gradually became distinct and solid.
He was a young Daoist who appeared to be around twenty years old.
He wore a Green Daoist Robe flowing with Innate Dao Rhyme, radiating vigorous vitality and the weight of origin power.
His features were handsome, his brows carrying the liveliness and resilience of a transmigrator. His eyes were clear and profound.
This man was Zhou Yang!
Crack—!!!
As though thoroughly enraged by this newly transformed life, the first Heavenly Punishment Lightning, long brewing above, finally tore through the firmament and crashed down!
It was a dark-purple bolt of Destruction lightning as thick as a mountain, condensed to the extreme!
Wherever it passed, space twisted and all things were annihilated, carrying the resolute will of the Heavenly Dao to erase an anomaly!
"Good!"
Zhou Yang, who had just completed his Transformation and stood in the void, showed not the slightest fear. He could feel the terrifying destructive power within that lightning, but he knew even better that it contained a trace of Creation vitality capable of tempering his Dao body and honing his primordial spirit!
"Today, I will use this Heavenly Punishment Lightning to forge my Dao Fruit!"
With a clear, resounding howl, Zhou Yang advanced rather than retreated!
The Seven Manifestations Origin Power within him circulated madly, especially the newly formed Lightning Origin runes, which shone with dazzling brilliance.
His entire body transformed into an incomparably condensed streak of green light, charging headlong into the world-destroying purple lightning!
Green and purple divine light collided violently in midair!
Crackle—!!!!
A blinding radiance instantly swallowed everything!
The violent energy shockwave swept outward from the point of impact like a world-ending tide!
The Innate Grand Formation that had protected the valley for countless years shook violently, groaning under the strain as cracks instantly spread across it!
At the center of the light, Zhou Yang's figure emerged clearly. Violent purple lightning snakes coiled around his body, his green robe snapping in the wind and his hair flying wildly.
Intense pain spread through every inch of his Dao body as destructive power frantically eroded and tore at him.
Yet he gritted his teeth, divine light blazing in his eyes as the Seven Manifestations Origin Power within him surged.
In particular, the nourishment of Water Origin, the harmonization of Yin Origin, the burgeoning vitality of Yang Origin, and the Lightning Origin runes he was actively circulating and absorbing.
They did everything in their power to resist, divide, and absorb this violent force, transforming it into supreme nourishment to temper his fleshly body, refine his primordial spirit, and deepen his comprehension of the laws!
He endured the first Thunder Tribulation head-on!
Zhou Yang stood suspended in the void. Though his green robe bore slight scorch marks, his aura had become even more condensed and profound, with faint lightning and seven-colored glimmers flowing around him.
"There are still eighty more!"
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced the roar of thunder. Carrying an unyielding will, it echoed in the ears of the many great powers who had just arrived and concealed themselves in the void to observe.
Countless gazes—astonished, greedy, solemn, or curious—instantly focused on the green-robed Daoist who dared to confront Heavenly Punishment head-on with such overwhelming presence.
The tribulation clouds roiled like ink, purple lightning and silver serpents ripping across the sky as they brewed world-ending might.
"Remarkable!"
Primordial Daoist stood in the void, looking at the figure locked onto by the lightning. A trace of understanding and regret flashed through his eyes.
"So, an Innate Spiritual Root has taken form and entered the world! Such foundations are destined to be extraordinary... Yet this Thunder Tribulation is so terrifying that even if I personally endured it, I would still suffer grievous injury."
He cultivated the path of following the Will of Heaven, yet at this moment, he could not help but feel a trace of appreciation for talent.
Daoist Tongtian's eyes gleamed like drawn swords as he fixed his gaze on the world-destroying scene without saying a word. Deep within his eyes was a sharp edge of delight at encountering a worthy challenge.
Daoist Taiqing's expression remained calm and still as an ancient well. Only a faint trace of inquiry and gravity passed through his eyes, as though he had sensed some indescribable mystery.
Beneath the heavens, eighty world-ending bolts had already fallen. At the center of the tribulation clouds, the final destructive power condensed into form, becoming a colossal Thunder Dragon with savage scales and claws, its roar shaking the universe.
Carrying the law's will to end all things, it pounced fiercely toward the small yet unyielding figure below!
"Hahaha!" Zhou Yang, covered in wounds and clad in a tattered Daoist robe, let out a hearty laugh. There was no fear left in his eyes, only clarity and resolve.
"To act according to my heart is my Dao! Come!"
Though gravely wounded and on the verge of death, the last of his strength erupted like a volcano.
Zhou Yang raised one hand, and a seven-colored divine light of laws containing endless cycles of birth and destruction suddenly swept forth!
The divine light blazed brilliantly, containing the law of Destruction. It neither dodged nor yielded, tearing through space as it met the terrifying Thunder Dragon head-on!
"What a divine ability!"
Daoist Tongtian's eyes shone brightly as he blurted out in praise,
"Its edge is fully revealed, its Dao Rhyme naturally formed—it is no weaker than the edge of my Qingping Sword!"
His face was filled with pure admiration and battle intent.
Boom—!
The Seven-Colored Divine Light and the Thunder Dragon collided violently, and ripples of Destruction instantly flattened the cloud sea for thousands of miles!
Light and shadow interwove as the piercing shriek of laws annihilating one another swept across the eight directions.
When all finally fell silent, the might of the lightning at last dissipated.
Zhou Yang, barely clinging to life, floated in the air as the great power of heaven and earth after the tribulation turned into sweet rain and fell upon him. The charred wounds covering his body healed and regenerated at a visible pace, becoming smooth and luminous once more!
The solid bottleneck that had previously held him at Taiyi Peak shattered with a thunderous crash!
The Three Flowers above his head and the Five Qi within his chest abruptly merged into one!
The heavy, leaden tribulation clouds instantly collapsed, transforming into auspicious seven-colored clouds that filled the sky.
Vast purple qi surged forth like an inverted heavenly river, rushing in from thirty thousand miles away.
The earth rumbled, Spiritual Energy erupted, and countless dazzling Golden Lotuses burst from the ground, their strange fragrance spreading throughout Buzhou Mountain.
Countless living beings looked up in awe.
Zhou Yang sat cross-legged atop seven-colored auspicious clouds and Golden Lotuses. His aura was flawless and complete, Celebration Cloud rolling above his head as the Three Flowers gradually bloomed!
First grade, second grade, third grade... crystalline Dao Flowers unfurled layer upon layer.
"Sixth grade!"
Daoist Tongtian nodded with a smile.
"This fellow Daoist truly possesses deep foundations. He has not disgraced the potential of an Innate Spiritual Root."
"Heh, Third Brother,"
Primordial Daoist's eyes shone with certainty as he said:
"In my view, seventh grade is what he is truly destined for!
Transformation from an Innate Spiritual Root is already difficult, yet he has also endured the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation. This is a sign of immense fortune."
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