Transformation Breakthrough to Great Luo

The Banana Tree's main body burst forth with unprecedented, dazzling radiance! Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Yin, Yang, and Lightning—seven types of Origin power crazily boiled, interwove, and fused!

The vast Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth formed a colossal vortex, devoured and absorbed into the body by this miraculous Primordial Spirit like a whale swallowing the sea.

All the energy frantically surged into the core—the origin of the Primordial Spirit, already refined to its utmost limit and now undergoing its final transformation!

"The time has come! Breaking the cocoon to become a butterfly—today is the day!"

Humm—!

A clear cry echoed through the secluded valley! A majestic Seven-Colored Divine Light shot into the sky, briefly piercing the thick tribulation clouds!

Within the light, a tall, slender figure gradually became clear and solid.

It was a young Daoist who appeared to be about twenty years old.

He wore a Green Daoist Robe flowing with Innate Dao Rhyme, emanating vibrant vitality and profound Origin power.

His features were handsome, his brows carrying a hint of a transmigrator's agility and tenacity, his gaze clear and deep.

This person was none other than Zhou Yang!

Boom—crack—!!!

As if thoroughly enraged by this life that had taken form, the first long-brewing Heavenly Punishment Lightning finally tore through the sky and slammed down with ferocity!

It was a bolt of deep purple destructive lightning, thick as a mountain, condensed to its utmost limit!

Where it passed, space twisted, all things annihilated, carrying the Will of Heaven's resolute intent to erase anomalies!

"Just in time!"

Standing firm in the void, newly transformed, Zhou Yang's eyes held no trace of fear. He could sense the terrifying destructive power within this lightning, but he also knew deeply that it contained a sliver of Creation's vitality—one that could temper his Dao Body and hone his Primordial Spirit!

"Today, I shall use this Heavenly Punishment Lightning to forge my Dao Fruit!"

With a clear, long cry, Zhou Yang advanced instead of retreating!

The Seven Manifestations Origin Power within him churned wildly, especially the newly born Lightning Origin rune, which blazed with dazzling brilliance.

His entire body transformed into a condensed streak of cyan light, actively charging toward the world-destroying purple lightning, crashing into it head-on!

The cyan and purple divine lights collided in midair!

Crackle—!!!!

A blinding radiance instantly devoured everything!

A violent energy shockwave, like a tide of annihilation, swept out madly from the point of impact!

The Innate Grand Formation that had guarded the valley for countless ages shook violently, groaning under unbearable strain, instantly covered in cracks!

At the center of the light, Zhou Yang's figure appeared clearly. His whole body was wrapped in violent purple electric serpents, his green robe snapping in the wind, his hair wildly dancing.

Excruciating pain spread through every inch of his Dao Body—the power of destruction frantically eroding and tearing at him.

But he gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with divine light. Within him, the Seven Manifestations Origin Power—

Especially the nourishment of Water Origin, the harmonization of Yin Origin, the vibrant life of Yang Origin, and the Lightning Origin rune he actively operated and absorbed—

Were all striving to resist, break down, and absorb this violent power, transforming it into supreme nourishment for tempering his Physical Body, refining his Primordial Spirit, and deepening his comprehension of the laws!

The first thunder tribulation—endured head-on!

Zhou Yang hovered in the void. Though his green robe bore slight scorch marks, his aura was even more condensed and profound, with faint traces of lightning and seven-colored light flowing around him.

"Eighty more to go!"

His voice was not loud, but it cut clearly through the thunder's roar, carrying an unyielding will that echoed in the ears of the many great beings who had just arrived and were observing from the void.

Countless gazes—some surprised, some greedy, some solemn, some curious—instantly focused on this green-robed Daoist, whose aura was astonishing as he dared to face the Heavenly Punishment head-on.

The tribulation clouds churned like ink, purple lightning and silver serpents tearing through the sky, brewing the might of world annihilation.

"Remarkable!"

Primordial Daoist stood in the void, gazing at the figure locked by the thunder, a flicker of understanding and regret in his eyes.

"So it's an Innate Spiritual Root taking form! Such a foundation is destined to be extraordinary... but the terror of this thunder tribulation—even if I personally came to endure it head-on, I would barely escape severe injury."

He cultivated the path of following the Will of Heaven, yet at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration for talent.

Tongtian Daoist's gaze was as sharp as a sword's edge, fixed on the world-destroying scene. He said not a word, but deep in his eyes, there was a keen, eager sharpness—like a hunter spotting prey.

Taiqing Daoist's expression was calm, as still as an ancient well, but a faint, barely perceptible glint of probing and solemnity passed through the depths of his eyes, as if he had sensed some ineffable mystery.

Beneath the sky, eighty bolts of world-annihilating lightning had passed. At the center of the tribulation clouds, the final destructive power took shape, condensing into a ten-thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon, its scales and claws ferocious, roaring across the cosmos.

Wrapped in the law's will to end all things, it crashed down upon the tiny yet tenacious figure below!

"Hahahaha!" Zhou Yang, covered in wounds and with his Dao robe torn, let out a hearty, unrestrained laugh. His eyes no longer held a trace of fear—only clarity and resolve.

"Following my heart is my Dao! Come!"

Though he was on the verge of death from his injuries, the last of his power erupted like a volcano.

He raised his hand, and a seven-colored divine light, containing endless creation and destruction, suddenly swept out!

The divine light was dazzling, embodying the law of destruction within. It did not dodge or evade, but tore through the void, charging straight at the terrifying Thunder Dragon!

"A marvelous divine ability!"

Tongtian Daoist's eyes blazed with sharp light as he blurted out in praise, "Brimming with edge, suffused with natural Dao resonance—it rivals even my Qingping Sword's edge!"

His face was filled with pure admiration and fighting spirit.

Boom—!

The Seven-Colored Divine Light and the Thunder Dragon collided with savage force, and ripples of Destruction flattened the sea of clouds for ten thousand miles in an instant!

Light and shadow intertwined, and the piercing shriek of annihilated laws swept across the eight wilds.

When all fell silent, the might of the thunder finally dissipated.

Zhou Yang, barely clinging to life, hung suspended in the air. The surviving heavenly power of the tribulation descended as sweet rain, and his charred wounds healed at a visible pace, regenerating and gleaming with luster!

The stubborn bottleneck that had held him at Taiyi Peak shattered in that moment!

The Three Flowers above his head and the Five Qi within his chest suddenly converged into one!

The heavy, leaden tribulation clouds instantly dissolved, transforming into a vast canopy of auspicious, multicolored clouds.

Purple qi surged like the Heavenly River cascading upside down, racing for thirty thousand miles.

The earth rumbled, spiritual energy burst forth, and countless dazzling Golden Lotuses pushed up from the ground, a strange fragrance spreading across all of Buzhou Mountain.

Countless living beings looked up in awe.

Zhou Yang sat cross-legged atop the multicolored auspicious clouds and Golden Lotuses, his aura perfectly rounded and flawless. The Celebration Cloud churned above his head as the Three Flowers bloomed one after another!

First grade, second grade, third grade... the translucent Dao Flowers unfurled layer by layer.

"Sixth grade!"

Tongtian Daoist nodded with a smile.

"This Daoist Friend indeed has a deep foundation, worthy of the innate Spiritual Root's endowment."

"Heh, Third Brother,"

Primordial Daoist said with a gleam of wonder in his eyes, speaking with certainty:

"In my view, seventh grade is the number he deserves!

Transformation from an Innate Spiritual Root is already difficult, and to endure the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation on top of that—this is a sign of great fortune."