Dao Fusion Breaks the Tribulation, Sword Shatters Heaven's Gate
As the original soul of Ink Nightmare dissipated into the last wisp of black smoke amidst the golden light, the Evil Mist Evil Mist, which had once been as thick as ink and capable of swallowing sunlight, stirred up fine black dust along its path. Each grain of dust carried the resentment of vengeful spirits, but upon colliding with the sunlight that pierced through the clouds, it instantly turned into dust, falling to the ground in a flurry. The moment it touched the soil, it left not even a trace.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, pouring down in countless golden rays, like a golden veil sprinkled by the gods, falling upon the green shoots that had just emerged from the black mud—those tender shoots, once scorched black by the evil power of the Ink Nightmare and seemingly withered, now slowly unfurled their tender yellow leaves in the golden light, the edges of the leaves still glistening with a faint moisture, sending the sweet scent of new life into the wind. This sweetness mingled with the moist scent of the earth, sweeping across every inch of the battlefield with the wind, completely dispelling the lingering stench of rotting corpses mixed with rust in the air, even filling the cracks in the rubble with the breath of new life.
At the edge of the battlefield, the surviving cultivators looked up at the trail of dissipating Evil Mist in the sky, their eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal. Some brushed the black dust off their shoulders, their fingertips still trembling slightly; others leaned against their broken swords, gazing at the greening grass in the distance, letting out a long sigh of relief as their backs, tense for months, finally relaxed.
A young cultivator reached out and touched the green sprout beside him. The warm touch brought tears to his eyes—the roots of the sprout were still entwined with half a tattered sleeve of his robe, the bloodstains on it long since dried and blackened. He thought of his companions who had fought against the vengeful spirits of the Ink Nightmare half a month ago, of those who had fallen to protect this land. His nose stung, and tears dripped onto the soil beside the sprout. "We held out... their deaths were not in vain..."
Ren Xiaoyao landed with his gun, the tip resting on the ground. The metal shaft struck the gravel with a crisp clang, the echo reverberating across the empty battlefield like the tolling of a bell, cleansing everyone's minds. He lowered his head slightly, looking at the dark marks remaining on the gun—marks left by the evil power of the Ink Nightmare, now being slowly purified by the golden light emanating from the gun, fading away little by little.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked inward at his dantian: the Chaos Energy and the purified evil power were slowly merging and flowing like Yin-Yang Twin Fish. The Baleful Evil Force was originally violent and devouring and could tear apart meridians had now transformed into a warm, dark golden energy, as gentle as molten Mysterious Iron. It coexisted with the bright white Chaos Power, forming a stable cycle in his dantian. With each rotation, his aura became more stable.
But at that moment, the Creation Spear in his palm suddenly trembled violently, and the three patterns on the spear shaft, "Life-Annihilation-Devour, Devour," suddenly lit up—the golden "Life" pattern was like the rising sun, its lines radiating a warm golden light, as if it could give birth to all things; the silver-white "Death" pattern was like the Cold Moon Freezing Frost, its edges carrying a sharp chill, as if it could cut through everything; the pitch-black "Devour" pattern was like a deep abyss vortex, its center as black as ink, as if it could devour the Heaven and Earth Energy. In the blank space between the three Dao Patterns, a fourth blurry pattern slowly emerged, like a star shrouded in thick fog, faintly revealing a faint light.
The lines are shaped like the ancient seal character "", and the strokes are vigorous and powerful, seeming to have flowing charm. Each stroke seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth. The strokes are entwined with misty colorful rays of light: sometimes like the Milky Way pouring over the ground, bursting out bright star points, shining on the surface of the gun body; sometimes And like mist, it emits a hazy halo, shrouding the gun body. This "immortal" pattern resonates strongly with the aura of the "Rong Dao Realm" in his Dantian, as if two streams reunited after a long separation, intertwined in an instant, making his soul tremble.
The gun trembled more and more rapidly, even causing Ren Xiaoyao's arm to go slightly numb. An ancient and powerful Information Stream surged into his sea of consciousness along the gun barrel—this Information Stream carried the unique, gentle aura of Senior Cang Xuan, without any sense of oppression, yet it was like a treasure trove containing endless knowledge. Ren Xiaoyao's pupils shrank sharply, and a clear image of Senior Cang Xuan standing on the clouds appeared in his Divine Sense: white beard reaching his chest, robes fluttering gently in the wind, holding an ancient longsword in his hand, inscribing inherited Divine Sense with his fingertips. Each rune shimmered with golden light, and after entering his sea of consciousness, it transformed into the secrets of the "Creation Immortal Art," word by word, crystal clear.
In the Information Stream, the true meaning of the "Creation Immortal Art" clearly emerged: the "Dao Fusion Realm" is not the end of cultivation, but rather the starting point for proving the Dao through martial arts. This short sentence exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, completely overturning his previous understanding of cultivation—it turned out that the path he had taken before was merely the first step on the path to Immortal Path.
The Martial Dao lineage requires using the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi as a hammer and the trials of tribulations as fire to temper the physical body day after day: in the morning, drawing upon the purple qi of the rising sun to temper the bones; at noon, using the blazing sun to forge the flesh; at dusk, gathering the clouds and mist of the western mountains to nourish the tendons; and in the dead of night, relying on the cold wind and dew to refine the meridians, until the tendons and bones are as hard as Mysterious Iron, able to withstand a blow of ten thousand pounds, and the flesh and blood are as translucent as Glazed Ice, able to withstand the cutting of sharp weapons. At that time, the physical body will be able to withstand the bombardment of Heavenly Thunder and resist the cutting of the Gale Wind, achieving the "Indestructible Foundation." The Immortal Method, on the other hand, requires drawing upon the purple purple qi of the rising sun in the east, the Moonlight Essence in the west, the spiritual essence of the mountains and rivers in the south, and the cold essence of the ice and snow in the north to build an "Immortal Embryo" in the dantian. When the Immortal Embryo is first formed, it is only the size of a millet seed and needs to absorb Immortal Essence for nourishment every day. When the Immortal Essence is full, it will transform into an immortal Immortal Image that is completely integrated with one's own soul. The day the Immortal Image opens its eyes is the day when the Immortal Method are partially completed.
Both must Dual Cultivation simultaneously, and neither can be neglected: if one only Martial Dao, although the physical body is strong, it will not be able to break through the shackles of the mortal world without the support of immortal Immortal Essence, and will eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth after a hundred years; if one only cultivates Immortal Method, although the Immortal Embryo is formed, it will not be able to support it with a strong physical body, and the immortal Immortal Essence's cultivation will be completely ruined, and at worst, Soul Annihilation.
Only when the physical body is strong enough to bear the power of the Immortal Embryo, and the energy of the Immortal Embryo can nourish the physical body, can the two be completely united. Only when the physical body can contain the Immortal Essence, and the Immortal Essence can nourish the physical body, can the boundary between the mortal and Immortal Domain be broken, and the state of "Flesh-to-Immortal Realm" be achieved. From then on, one can escape the cycle of reincarnation and Chang Sheng.
The details of the method are extremely thorough: at dawn each day, one must find a place rich in Spiritual Qi and use the power of the "Dao Fusion Realm" to draw in the first wisp of purple qi from the rising sun in the east—at this time, the purple qi is the purest, containing no impurities. One must concentrate and calm the mind, allowing the purple qi to seep into the limbs and bones like a stream through the pores, from fingertips to hair, from bones to meridians, every inch of skin must be bathed in the purple qi, using the vitality within the purple qi to repair hidden injuries in the body and strengthen the resilience of muscles and bones, not even the teeth and nails should be overlooked; after nightfall, one must hold the Creation Spear and use one's mind to activate the "Immortal" patterns on the spear, allowing the "Immortal" patterns to draw in the Moonlight Essence from the sky like a lighthouse, causing the Moonlight Essence to transform into silver threads that wrap around the spear, and then guide it along the meridians in the palm to the dantian, where it merges and refines with the Chaos Energy, removing the coldness inherent in the Moonlight Essence, condensing into a clear and pure immortal Immortal Essence, which is stored deep in the dantian.
Once the Immortal Essence fills the dantian like a surging ocean, flowing freely through the meridians without conscious guidance, it will trigger the Nine Heavens Tribulation. These Heavenly Tribulation are divided into nine stages, each stronger than the last. With each tribulation overcome, the compatibility between the physical body and the Immortal Embryo will increase. On the day all nine tribulations are overcome, the Heaven's Gate will open in the sky. At that time, one must use their own cultivation to question the Heaven's Gate. If one can break through the shackles of the Heaven's Gate, one can step into the Immortal Domain and attain Immortal Rank.
The moment he learned the secret, Ren Xiaoyao's aura surged dramatically. The Chaos Energy and dark golden evil power within his dantian merged more smoothly, and his body even shimmered with a faint Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds, his hair taking on a Immortal Sheen in the sunlight. He could clearly feel his meridians widening, and every inch of his body yearning for the nourishment of the morning sun's purple qi.
He looked up toward Cang Xuan Mountain —where clouds and mist swirled, the mountaintop hidden in the clouds, as if the gaze of the Senior Cang Xuan transcended time and space, guiding him from the clouds. A mountain breeze swept by, carrying the unique Spiritual Qi of Cang Xuan Mountain, as if urging him to move forward.
Ren Xiaoyao gripped the Creation Spear tightly, his mind made up: he would immediately go to the Cang Xuan Mountain to go into seclusion, refine the "Creation Immortal Art," complete this inheritance spanning three thousand years, and live up to the expectations of his Senior Cang Xuan, as well as his original intention to protect this continent.
For the next three months, the Cang Xuan Mountain became Ren Xiaoyao's exclusive cultivation ground. On the summit, no one disturbed him; only the sounds of the wind, the clouds, and the glow of sunrise and sunset could be heard.
Every day at dawn, just as the sky begins to lighten and the eastern sky begins to turn a pale white, he removes his shirt and stands barefoot on the huge blue stone atop the mountain. This stone has absorbed spiritual Spiritual Qi for thousands of years, its surface smooth and warm, helping him to better perceive the Heaven and Earth Energy. He quietly waits for the sunrise in the east, his eyes slightly closed, adjusting his breathing to synchronize his aura with that of heaven and earth.
As the first rays of sunlight rose above the horizon, casting a pale golden purple purple qi upon the mountain peaks, Ren Xiaoyao immediately activated the power of the "Dao Fusion Realm," raising his palms upwards as if holding an invisible ball of light. The purple qi, as if guided, transformed into a thin stream, slowly seeping into his pores.
The purple qi initially felt slightly cool on the skin, as refreshing as morning dew. However, once inside the body, it instantly transformed into a scorching warm current, rapidly circulating through the meridians. As it flowed through the bones, they emitted crisp "crackling" sounds, like the hammering of a blacksmith forging Mysterious Iron. Each crackling sound represented an increase in bone density, and the previously somewhat fragile joints became increasingly hard under the nourishment of the purple qi. When it reached the muscles, every inch of flesh was reshaped within the purple qi. Old scars from past battles faded slowly, like ink stains soaked in warm water, and the skin gradually developed a layer of pale golden, Glassy Light that reflected a warm yet resilient luster in the sunlight, keeping even mosquitoes away.
One day, at the beginning of the month, the eastern sun shone exceptionally brightly, and the purple qi was so thick that it was almost tangible. It transformed into a Golden Giant Dragon around Ren Xiaoyao. The dragon's scales were clearly visible, each scale shimmering with golden light. Its whiskers fluttered in the wind, carrying a faint Spiritual Qi. It opened its mouth and exhaled a massive amount of purple qi, which poured straight into his dantian like a waterfall.
Ren Xiaoyao felt unbearably hot all over, as if he were in a blazing furnace. His bones were being torn apart by a tearing pain, as if countless tiny hammers were pounding on them at the same time. Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the bluestone and evaporated instantly, forming a faint white mist at his feet.
But he gritted his teeth and persisted, not daring to stop circulating the "Dao Fusion Realm" for the first time. He formed the Body Tempering Seal Arts passed down by the Senior Cang Xuan with both hands, guiding the purple qi along the meridians throughout his body, from the Acupoint Baihui on the top of his head to the Yongquan Acupoint Yongquan the sole of his feet, not letting go of any tiny meridian.
As the purple qi completely dissipated and the Golden Giant Dragon transformed into specks of light and merged into his body, Ren Xiaoyao slowly clenched his fist. The muscle lines on his arm were clearly visible, gleaming with a pale golden luster. He gently struck the blue stone beside him—with a "crack," the blue stone, as hard as steel and capable of withstanding the force of ten thousand jin, shattered like tofu, the fragments falling to the ground. Yet, his palm remained completely unharmed, without even a trace of redness.
He examined his physical body internally and saw that a layer of pale golden membrane had covered the surface of his bones, as clear as Glazed Ice. This membrane could withstand external impacts on its own, which was a sign of the initial formation of the "Indestructible Foundation". He tried to leap, and his body was as light as a bird. He actually leaped directly to the edge of the cliff on the other side of the mountain peak. He landed silently, without even raising a speck of dust.
As night fell, the Cang Xuan Mountain was bathed in silvery light. The moonlight enveloped the earth like a light veil, turning the bluestone and weeds silvery-white. The mountain breeze became cool, carrying the crisp scent of the forest, and felt exceptionally comfortable on the skin.
Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the bluestone, gripping the Creation Spear tightly with both hands. The spear rested against his knees, the cool metallic touch calming his mind. He completely immersed his mind in the "immortal" patterns on the spear, abandoning all distracting thoughts, as if he had become one with the spear.
The moment the "Immortal" rune was activated, the spear suddenly lit up with Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds, like a bright lamp lit in the night sky. The light was soft but not dazzling, and even the surrounding clouds were dyed in seven colors by the glow, slowly rotating around it.
The Moonlight Essence in the sky, drawn by the "immortal" pattern, transformed into countless fine silver threads, like iron filings attracted by a magnet. These threads converged from all directions, like a silver stream winding around the spear shaft, flowing slowly down the shaft, and gathering into a small silver ball at the spear tip.
Ren Xiaoyao inhaled slowly, and the silver threads flowed into his body along the meridians in his palm. As they passed through the meridians, the originally narrow meridians were nourished by the Immortal Essence, widening several times over. The meridian walls even shimmered with a faint glow, as if inlaid with a layer of pearls. After reaching the dantian, the silver threads merged with the Chaos Energy and the dark golden evil power, gradually condensing into a bright white Immortal Essence Immortal Essence in the center of the dantian. When the immortal energy was first formed, it was only the size of a millet seed, but it exuded pure vitality, twinkling like a newly born star.
Every night thereafter, Ren Xiaoyao refined the Moonlight Essence in this way. He discovered that as his Immortal Essence gradually increased, his senses became more and more acute. He could clearly hear the breathing of the cultivators below the mountain and sense the movement of wild rabbits running across the grassland several miles away.
Half a month later, the Immortal Essence in his dantian was the size of a soybean, capable of rotating autonomously within the dantian, emitting a luminous light that made the dantian as bright as day. A month later, the Immortal Essence grew to the size of a walnut, rotating with a slight hissing sound, flowing out of the dantian along the meridians to nourish the limbs and bones. By the end of the three-month period, the Immortal Essence in his dantian was the size of a fist, translucent and white, with a miniature Immortal Image faintly visible inside—the Immortal Image wore the same robes as Ren Xiaoyao, held a miniature Creation Spear, and had the same eyebrows, eyes, and expression as him. It was a projection of his own divine soul, marking the complete completion of the "Immortal Embryo".
Early that morning, the weather on the Cang Xuan Mountain suddenly changed. The once clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, thick as ink, rolling and surging across the horizon like a volcano about to erupt, completely blocking out the sunlight and plunging the mountaintop into darkness.
Within the dark clouds, purplish-gold lightning darted about like a giant dragon, sometimes swirling and roaring with deafening sounds; at other times, it swooped down, drawing long arcs of electricity in the clouds and illuminating the surrounding dark clouds. The oppressive force emanating from the lightning made the air heavy, causing the bluestone on the mountaintop to tremble slightly, and tiny cracks to appear on its surface.
The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth was violently chaotic, and a suffocating pressure spread from the dark clouds, like an invisible giant hand pressing down on everyone's hearts. The cultivators at the foot of the mountain all looked up at the summit, their faces pale, and even their breathing became rapid—a senior cultivator with deeper cultivation calculated with his fingers, his eyes filled with awe, and his voice trembled. "It's Heavenly Tribulation! It's the Heavenly Tribulation that Senior Ren has triggered! He's about to break through!"
Inside the secluded cave, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes. Golden light and Immortal Essence energy intertwined in his pupils, like two miniature suns illuminating the entire cave, even making the moss on the cave walls glow. He could clearly feel that the Immortal Embryo in his dantian was resonating strongly with his physical body. Immortal Essence surged within his dantian like a vast ocean, each surge carrying the power to break free of shackles, as if it wanted to burst through his body and connect with heaven and earth.
--The Heavenly Tribulation has arrived!
Ren Xiaoyao leaped into the air, flying out of the cave and shooting towards the mountain peak like an arrow, landing steadily on the bluestone. The Creation Spear in his hand hummed excitedly, and the four patterns on the spear, "Life-Annihilation-Devour Immortal," flashed simultaneously, as if anticipating this duel with the Heavenly Tribulation.
He raised his hand and gripped the spear shaft tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white. With a thought, the four patterns of "Life and Death Devouring Immortals" lit up simultaneously, and golden martial arts energy emanated from his body, swirling around him as if it were a tangible substance. Radiant white immortal energy coiled around the spear shaft, forming a band of light. The two merged and converged, forming a light spear several meters long at the spear tip—the light spear's sharpness was fully revealed, its tip flashing with cold light, even piercing the surrounding air with tiny cracks, and the aura it emitted kept distant birds from approaching.
"Boom!" The first bolt of Heavenly Tribulation lightning struck down without warning, like the punishment of a wrathful god. The purple-gold lightning pillar was as thick as a bucket, its surface crackling with countless arcs of electricity, carrying the power to destroy everything, as it plummeted straight down from the dark clouds. The air along its path was torn apart by the lightning, emitting a piercing shriek, and even space itself distorted, like glass melted by a raging fire, as it crashed straight towards Ren Xiaoyao.
Without dodging or evading, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Holding the gun with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, he thrust it fiercely towards the lightning pillar. The moment the light gun collided with the lightning pillar, a deafening roar erupted, like thunder exploding in one's ears, audible even in the mountains and forests miles away. Lightning fragments scattered and fell like a meteor shower, landing on the bluestone and smashing small craters into the hard stone, from which wisps of blue smoke rose.
Ren Xiaoyao's arm felt slightly numb, and a sharp pain shot through his tiger's mouth, causing the spear shaft to tremble slightly. But he used the force of the impact to guide the purple-gold lightning along the spear shaft into his body—he knew that this lightning was both a calamity and fortuitous opportunity.
The instant the lightning struck his body, intense pain swept through him, as if countless sharp knives were simultaneously slicing through his meridians, or as if raging fire was burning his flesh, causing him to groan involuntarily. However, he quickly circulated the power of the "Dao Fusion Realm," transforming the Destructive Energy in the lightning into nutrients to temper his body, allowing the lightning to slowly circulate through his limbs and bones, repairing the meridians impacted by the lightning and strengthening his physical body.
The pale Glassy Light on his body grew thicker and thicker under the nourishment of lightning. His previously somewhat fragile "Indestructible Foundation" became even more solid, and even the density of his bones increased again. He could clearly feel that his physical body was becoming stronger at a visible speed, and the minor Hidden Danger left over from his previous cultivation were completely eliminated by the lightning.
The first Heavenly Tribulation had barely passed when the second bolt of lightning arrived without pause. This time, the lightning pillar was nearly twice as thick as before, with a diameter of over ten feet, and its power was even greater. Tiny dark golden arcs of lightning were wrapped around the surface of the lightning pillar, emitting an even more terrifying Destructive Aura, as if it could turn mountains and rocks into dust.
Ren Xiaoyao continued to fight back with his spear. With a flick of his wrist, the spear swept out horizontally, like a sharp blade cleaving the sky, splitting the lightning pillar in two. The split lightning pillar crashed into the two sides of the mountain peak, blasting open two craters several meters deep. Soil and rubble flew everywhere, while the lightning power was completely absorbed by him, flowing through his meridians into his dantian, merging with the Immortal Embryo, making the Immortal Embryo's form even clearer.
After that, the third, the fourth... all the way to the eighth heavenly Heavenly Tribulation, each bolt of lightning was more powerful than the last: the lightning pillar grew from the thickness of a bucket to the thickness of a vat, and then to about ten feet thick; the color of the lightning gradually deepened from purplish-gold to dark gold, and finally carried a trace of black Destructive Aura, as if it could devour all life.
When the eighth Heavenly Tribulation's lightning pillar struck, Ren Xiaoyao was hit head-on in the chest. A crack appeared on the Glassy Light surrounding his body, spreading like a shattered mirror. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, staining his robes red. Yet, he did not retreat even a step. Instead, he stepped forward to meet the lightning's power, forcibly repairing the crack in his Glassy Light with the force of the lightning. At the same time, he guided the lightning's power into his dantian, further enhancing the harmony between his Immortal Embryo and his physical body.
The Immortal Image within his dantian became increasingly clear, even able to synchronize its gun-wielding movements with his own, as if two Ren Xiaoyao were cultivating simultaneously. The miniature Creation Spear in the Immortal Image's hand also glowed, resonating with the gun in his hand and increasing his power by several degrees out of thin air.
The moment the ninth Heavenly Tribulation descended, the world seemed to freeze for a moment. The dark clouds stopped rolling, the wind stopped flowing, and even the breathing of the cultivators at the foot of the mountain stopped—everyone looked up at the mountain peak, their eyes filled with tension.
In the dark clouds, three purplish-black lightning pillars condensed simultaneously, each thicker and darker than the previous eighth one. The surface of the lightning pillars was wrapped with dense dark golden lightning arcs, emitting a pressure that made heaven and earth tremble, and even the distant mountain peaks swayed slightly.
Then, the lightning pillar slowly transformed into three ferocious Thunder Beasts —a tiger with sharp horns wreathed in lightning arcs, its eyes pure black, radiating a destructive light; a lion with lightning patterns covering its body, each Dao Patterns flashing, its limbs thick and powerful, its claws capable of easily tearing through steel; and a dragon with barbs at the tip, its tail gleaming coldly, capable of whipping up a gale when swung. Each Thunder Beasts was ten zhang tall, its body wreathed in dark golden lightning arcs, its fangs bared, its eyes flashing with pure destructive light, roaring as it pounced out from the dark clouds, causing boulders on the mountaintop to tumble down the mountain, crashing into the forest with a tremendous sound.
"It's the ' Three Beast God Annihilation Tribulation '!" An old cultivator at the foot of the mountain exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with fear. "This tribulation is the most dangerous of Heavenly Tribulation, containing the God-Slaying Power. Ordinary cultivators who encounter it will surely die; not even their souls can escape! Senior Ren..."
Ren Xiaoyao showed no fear. His martial arts aura and immortal essence erupted, and golden and white light intertwined to form a thick light shield that firmly protected him. The surface of the light shield was also shimmering with a faint seven-colored glow, like an indestructible shield.
He leaped into the air, spear in hand, his figure shooting towards the Thunder Beasts like an arrow released from a bow. The spear traced an arc of light, a blade gleaming with both gold and white light, slashing towards the foremost tiger-headed thunder Thunder Beasts. He unleashed the full power of the four runes of the "Life-Annihilation-Devour Immortal" technique: the "Life" rune lit up first, a Golden Lotus blooming from the spear tip, its petals layered upon each other, reaching a length of over ten feet, radiating abundant vitality. The lotus hovered above Ren Xiaoyao's head, completely blocking the Thunder Beasts and fire spewed by the thunder beast. The thunder and fire struck the lotus, instantly transforming into pure energy, absorbed by the lotus, making its light even brighter; the "Destruction" rune followed closely behind, a silver-white Sword Qi tens of feet long shooting out from the spear, its Sword Qi... Li De could Duan Kong with a sharp "whoosh" as he slashed straight at the body of the Thunder Beasts -headed Thunder Beasts on the left, carving a deep, bone-revealing wound. The lightning arc dissipated from the wound, turning into specks of lightning that vanished. The "Swallow" pattern opened, forming a dark vortex in front of him. As the vortex spun, it generated a powerful suction force, absorbing all the lightning power overflowing from the Thunder Beasts's wound and converting it into energy to replenish his own consumption, stabilizing his previously somewhat disordered aura. The "Immortal" pattern drew upon the spiritual essence of Cang Xuan Mountain, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to transform into a seven-colored band of light that wrapped around the Immortal Embryo in his dantian, further stabilizing the Immortal Embryo and preventing the Immortal Essence from dissipating due to the impact of the lightning power.
He leaped and weaved among the three Thunder Beasts, his movements as agile as a ghost, leaving afterimages with each step. With every flash of his spear tip, fragments of the Thunder Beasts dissipated into the air. Though the Thunder Beasts ' attacks were fierce, they could never even touch the hem of his clothes.
The lion-bodied Thunder Beasts on the right roared and pounced, its claws crackling with lightning as it tried to grab Ren Xiaoyao's body. Before its claws even touched the light shield, they were blocked by the glow on the shield's surface, leaving only white streaks, and the lightning arcs dissipated. Behind it, the dragon-tailed Thunder Beasts spewed out a dark golden thunderball, the size of a millstone, carrying an aura of destruction. But as soon as it approached the Golden Lotus, it was purified by the life force emanating from the lotus and turned into a wisp of green smoke.
After a fierce battle lasting half an incense stick's time, Ren Xiaoyao's breathing was somewhat rapid, but he remained calm. He seized the opportunity when the Thunder Beasts surrounded him, and suddenly leaped upwards, avoiding the tiger-headed Thunder Beasts's bite. Then he leaped onto the top of the last dragon-tailed Thunder Beasts's head— the Thunder Beasts's head was covered with thunder patterns, as hot as a branding iron, but his feet were completely unaffected when they landed on it.
He held the gun with both hands, pouring all his strength—martial arts qi, immortal essence, and even divine soul power—into the tip of the spear. The tip burst forth with a dazzling light, almost blinding to the eye. He thrust it down fiercely, the spear tip piercing the thunder beast's head as easily as piercing paper. Purple-gold lightning power surged wildly into his body along the shaft, carrying the aura of god-destroying power.