No, I did not lose!
The sadness in Jiang Ping's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a resolute look.
At this moment, he thought of his own Purple-Gold Fate.
[Fate Master: Jiang Ping
Cultivation Level: Divine Travel Third Heaven
Destiny: Late Bloomer
Attribute: Perseverance will surely lead to success.
Even if he couldn't overcome it on his own, he had the advantage of Destiny, so he should be able to break through the barrier without fail.
How could one's hair turn white and one grow old in the blink of an eye?
At this moment, Jiang Ping's eyes brightened and gradually became clear.
His Purple-Gold Fate is his last trump card; if he unleashes it, he can overcome any difficulty, and there is no reason for him to fail.
Jiang Ping realized that his Four-Nine Tribulation were not yet over, because his Destiny had not yet exerted its power.
This indicates that he is currently still in the midst of a calamity!
Thinking of this, Jiang Ping immediately sat down cross-legged, sorted out his own situation, and reviewed the process of the ordeal.
Perhaps it was because he understood the truth in his heart and felt protected by his Destiny, but he was no longer panicked or worried, and his heart gradually became calm.
Clang!
At this moment, Jiang Ping played the Eight Heavenly Sounds again to calm his mind and focus his attention.
At the same time, several Enlightenment Minion in his mind resonated with his True Self.
Buzz!
In an instant, the melodious sound of a zither filled the air, once again dispersing the thick fog that had enveloped the area.
After the piece was finished, Jiang Ping was completely at peace.
He looked directly at himself, at his wrinkled face, without showing any emotion.
He believed that this was merely a process of calamity, and everything would eventually return to normal. He believed that destiny was in his own hands, and even the heavens could not dictate it.
Puff!
Just as Jiang Ping had this thought, he felt the heavens strike again, and blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth, his lifespan, which had just stopped flowing, was reduced once more.
At that moment, instead of being afraid of the end of his life, he laughed.
This proves that his conjecture was correct; the calamity has been ongoing and has never ended.
"It's just a little bit of hardship!"
Jiang Ping was not afraid. He wiped away the bloodstains, stopped paying attention to the reduction of his lifespan, and focused on himself, carefully sorting out his foundation Dao practice.
Gradually, he seemed to understand something. A faint glow surrounded him, Divine Cloud Treasure Appearance appeared behind him. He became solemn, and an extraordinary aura emanated from within.
Soon after, Jiang Ping discovered that his rapidly passing lifespan had slowed down.
He was certain that he had almost succeeded and had found a way to avert disaster.
Then, Jiang Ping suppressed his agitation and continued to sit cross-legged.
He analyzed, reviewed, and carefully examined his own foundation.
Jiang Ping realized that he was not based on simple Life and Death and death, but rather on Reincarnation Body.
If the Four-Nine Tribulation are aimed at one's foundation, then Heaven will manifest the power of Samsara, rather than the power to Cut Lifespan.
"Born to die, I Life Reversal and created an unprecedented Lifespan-Cutting Saber, targeting the Origin of life and diminishing destiny. Even I, the creator, cannot reverse it. Therefore, calling my foundation 'Samsara' is somewhat of a stretch. In some ways, the Lifespan-Cutting Saber is more terrifying than the Changshi Fist. Life and Death have become stronger and weaker, unable to be perfectly reconciled. This is a sign of Flawed, not yet the most perfect state."
Jiang Ping murmured, deep in thought.
Perhaps this is the true intention of Heaven's calamity, targeting and considering His greatest flaw.
In short, the greatest calamity was the unleashing of Lifespan-Cutting Saber that even he could not reverse.
If he can reverse fate, he will overcome the calamity of heaven; if he cannot, then this calamity will be considered a failure.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ping gasped. This Four-Nine Tribulation was truly difficult to overcome.
The Lifespan-Cutting Saber was created specifically to kill opponents; he had never considered how to reverse it.
Of course, he already had some clues by now, as the fact that his lifespan was decreasing at a slower rate was proof of that.
He had already cultivated the Changshi Fist to the Peak Divine Intent and understood it thoroughly. Now that he had calmed down, he had a general direction.
Lifespan-Cutting Saber can be reversed!
The calamity can be overcome!
He then carefully examined this Heavenly Art.
From Artistic Conception to the Life Trend, and then to Divine Intent.
Jiang Ping began to fill in the gaps and compare them with the Lifespan-Cutting Saber.
He used the Changshi Fist to Rebellion death and unleash the Deathly Heavenly Saber. Today, he will use this Unrivaled Heavenly Saber to Rebellion the Life Artistic Conception.
Buzz!
Gradually, the Dao Rhythm of life permeated the air, Runes the sky, as if spring had arrived, flowers were blooming, and a spring rain had fallen from the sky, warming the Vast Misty Waves of water and the icy cold sea.
Jiang Ping was bathed in the spring rain, just like all things were reviving. Seeds broke through their shells and sprouted, and his wrinkled Old Huang broke open to reveal the tender skin of a Rebirth baby.
Thump!
A faint Dao Sound resonated between heaven and earth, and Jiang Ping suddenly felt an unparalleled sense of emptiness, as if he had broken Shackles and stepped into a wonderful realm.
Knock knock knock!
Thunder rumbled, and he underwent an astonishing transformation from his physical body to his divine form. His internal organs glowed, and his Blood Qi surged like a vast ocean.
At this moment, Jiang Ping's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the vicissitudes in his eyes were gone, the Decaying Aura had dissipated, and he looked completely refreshed.
He clenched his fist slightly, and a tremendous upheaval erupted in the surrounding fields; the sea steamed and exploded violently.
An unprecedented sense of power swept through Jiang Ping.
Without a doubt, he broke through the tribulation and began to transform, moving towards the Fourth Heaven.
Sulfuric acid!
Suddenly, the familiar clang of a blade rang in his ears. Clearly, the Heavenly Tribulation Saber of the Heavens had returned to prevent him from continuing his transformation.
In an instant, Jiang Ping felt his lifespan halved again, and his flesh and blood decayed drastically.
But.
"Return it!"
Jiang Ping let out a soft shout, and the lost Blood Qi instantly returned, as did the lifespan that had been cut off.
He was surrounded by a layer of Black and White Light, the Life and Death Cycle, the flow of Dao Rhythm, revealing a magnificent scene of Withering and Blooming.
Finally, they were combined into an unparalleled Heavenly Saber.
At this moment, the deathly aura emanating from the Heavenly Saber was thicker, even more intense than the aura of life.
Clearly, this is due to the influence of the Heavenly Tribulation Saber of the Heavens, which caused the Heavenly Saber to Flawed.
Or perhaps, the Heavenly Saber itself Flawed, which he only now realizes.
However, with Jiang Ping's sudden shock, the will to die was reversed, allowing Life and Death to merge and the cycle to become more natural.
At this moment, the two streams of Withering and Blooming flowed on the Heavenly Saber, and complex Dao Rhythm patterns intertwined. The Black and White Light on its surface was tinged with a touch of holiness, and its Qi Mechanism became even stronger and more terrifying.
Sulfuric acid!
With a resounding clang, Jiang Ping couldn't help but grasp the brand-new Reincarnation Heavenly Saber.
When he grasped the Heavenly Saber, a sense of vastness and desolation arose spontaneously.
For some inexplicable reason, Jiang Ping's body trembled, as if the gods were chanting and reciting words he could not understand.
In a daze, Jiang Ping seemed to stand in a vast and boundless world, where the world was desolate and he was all alone.
At this moment, he kept his head down, not daring to look up at all.
Jiang Ping's expression was inscrutable, filled with an involuntary fear, as if something unpredictable would happen if he looked up.
"If One's Will, one should not listen with one's ears, but with one's heart; one should not listen with one's heart, but with one's spirit..."
The gods were still chanting, seemingly connecting to an unknown realm, and Jiang Ping understood a little of it.
This seems to be...
Jiang Ping was astonished. Could it be that he was about to break an unprecedented record and become a precedent?