Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation

The fluctuations of heaven and earth energy beneath Xuanming Mountain were enough to nearly overturn the entire Beicheng Mountain Range.

Birds and beasts in the mountain forests fled in all directions, and even the soul beasts hid in their nests, not daring to emerge.

Xu Xuanbei stood at the highest point of the Xuanwu Pavilion, his dark-colored brocade robe fluttering incessantly in the gale.

He stared toward the mountain peak, his deep blue eyes filled with gravity.

The white-haired elder Xu Kun beside him exclaimed, "Sect Master, this commotion is too terrifying; it is not the momentum of a Demi-God Martial Soul at all!"

The slightly plump Elder Xu Mao wiped cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling, "I have lived for nearly a hundred years and have never seen such terrifying heaven and earth pressure!"

Xu Xuanbei took a deep breath, recalling a trip to the Far North over fifty years ago, and said slowly, "I have seen a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast undergo a tribulation, but even that was only a single-colored lightning tribulation."

A look of disbelief covered Xu Kun's face as he probed, "Sect Master, are you suggesting... could this be the lightning tribulation triggered only by a God Level Martial Soul?"

Xu Xuanbei nodded, his tone heavy, "For ten thousand years on the Douluo Continent, God Level Martial Souls have only appeared in legends."

Elder Xu Mao's face turned pale, and he said urgently, "If this lightning tribulation falls, our Xuanming Sect's thousand-year foundation will be gone!"

"Sect Master, let's retreat quickly; we cannot risk the sect!"

Xu Xuanbei shook his head, his gaze still locked firmly on the mountain peak.

"We cannot retreat. If we retreat, everything will be lost."

"The thousand-year foundation of the Xuanming Sect cannot be destroyed in our generation."

"Wait a little longer. Xue Yuheng must have a way to deal with this; he would not act so recklessly."

On the peak of Xuanming Mountain, Xue Yuheng stood guard beside Xiao Xiao, the Wordless Heavenly Book suspended in mid-air.

This was truly reckless.

The pages glowed with golden light, and he could feel the martial soul within Xiao Xiao's body slowly awakening.

After the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron shattered, the newborn... let's call it the Two Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron, was currently merging with Xiao Xiao's body and evolving.

The Demi-God level Qingtian Xuanwu had allowed Xu Jinrou to break through directly from a level 31 to a level 40 Soul Ancestor.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor.

And what changes would the Two Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron, already a prototype of a God Level Martial Soul, bring to Xiao Xiao?

There was no time left.

The three-colored thunderclouds on the horizon grew heavier.

Xue Yuheng had not expected that the birth of a God Level Martial Soul would actually trigger a lightning tribulation, and one so terrifying at that.

Did Qian Renxue have one back then? Xue Yuheng could not remember.

Xiao Xiao was currently unconscious and had no way to resist the attack of the lightning tribulation.

"Rou, Wan, Qing, Ling, Xin."

Xue Yuheng spoke, each name representing a member of the Moon Shadow Squad, his voice exceptionally clear amidst the gale on the mountain peak.

The shadow at his feet stirred, and five women in black emerged from it.

They were the other five members of the Moon Shadow Squad: one Soul Douluo and four high-level Soul Saints.

The leader, "Rou," had a cold expression and a light figure, as if she would drift away with a gust of wind. Yet, there was no fear on her face, only determination.

The five knelt on one knee simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Your Highness."

Xue Yuheng channeled the Power of Creation into the Wordless Heavenly Book, his tone calm yet icy.

"You are to block the first stage of the lightning tribulation. If anything happens to you, I will guarantee your families a lifetime of wealth and glory."

"Rou" looked up, her cold face showing not a hint of hesitation.

"Your subordinate obeys. To die for Your Highness is our honor."

Carrying the jade dragon to die for the sovereign.

As death warriors cultivated by the royal family of the Heaven Spirit Empire with all their resources since childhood, burning their lives for the royal family was their duty.

The other four women also rose in response, their figures flashing as they charged toward the thunderclouds, black silhouettes weaving through the gale like blades rushing toward a battlefield.

The three-colored thunderclouds on the horizon finally erupted, the roaring sound shaking the mountain peak.

The crimson-gold flame lightning struck first, the air itself twisting and deforming from the heat, followed immediately by the deep blue ice lightning and the deep purple destruction lightning.

The three bolts of lightning twisted together, turning into a pillar of lightning several yards thick that smashed toward the five women.

The five women immediately formed a formation, their soul power condensing into a barrier in front of them, but the power of the lightning tribulation was too strong, and the barrier instantly cracked with countless fine lines.

Just as the lightning pillar was about to touch the five women, Xu Xuanbei's voice rang out.

"Seven-in-One, Xuanming Turtle Shell Array!"

Xu Xuanbei led more than a dozen elders as they rushed to the mountain peak, their soul power erupting in unison.

The combined power of seven defense-type Soul Douluo-level soul masters was enough to withstand a Super Douluo.

The phantom of the Xuanming Turtle emerged behind them, its heavy shell forming a shield of light.

The massive Xuanming light shield stood before the five women, the patterns upon it glowing with a chilling, eerie light.

Xu Xuanbei stood in the center of the formation, looking at Xue Yuheng with a helpless smile.

"Crown Prince, the heavenly lightning has no eyes; please don't destroy the foundation of my Xuanming Sect."

The Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation slammed fiercely into the light shield, causing several elders to cough up blood.

The light shield shook violently, cracks spreading across it until it was on the verge of shattering.

Xu Xuanbei gritted his teeth, pouring all of his soul power into the grand formation.

"Hold on! If we can't withstand this, the sect is finished!"

After a moment, the first wave of the lightning tribulation finally dissipated, leaving the light shield dim and lusterless.

The first stage of the lightning tribulation was the most perilous.

The elders collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, their soul power nearly exhausted.

Xu Xuanbei also panted heavily, looking up to see the thunderclouds beginning to gather once more.

The second stage of the lightning tribulation churned within the clouds, its power even greater than before.

Xue Yuheng's eyes narrowed as he controlled the Wordless Heavenly Book to fly toward the thunderclouds.

The pages of the Wordless Heavenly Book began to flutter, a powerful suction force drawing the lightning tribulation into it.

The golden light on the pages grew brighter and brighter, the value of the Power of Creation rising frantically.

It soared from thirty points all the way up, finally stopping at one thousand three hundred and twenty points.

Xue Yuheng let out a sigh of relief; he had been gambling with the strength of his own "martial soul," and had he failed, his martial soul would have been shattered by the lightning, leading to his certain death on the spot.

Now, with this Power of Creation, Xue Yuheng felt much more confident.

Before Xue Yuheng could even relax, the remaining thunderclouds suddenly compressed into a single bolt of three-colored lightning.

This bolt of lightning pierced through heaven and earth, as if shattering the void, and struck directly toward the unconscious Xiao Xiao.

The speed was absurdly fast, leaving everyone with no time to react.

Xue Yuheng wanted to intervene, but the speed of the lightning was too great; in his vision, it happened in a mere instant.

Just as the lightning was about to strike Xiao Xiao, a cyan-gold light suddenly erupted from within her body.

The complete phantom of the Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron emerged with a boom, firmly encasing her within the body of the cauldron.

The patterns of the Golden Crow and Xuanwu flashed wildly, while the phantoms of the Dragon and Tiger condensed on the cauldron's surface, the power of the four symbols fusing completely.

As the cauldron vibrated, Xiao Xiao's body underwent a transformation visible to the naked eye.

Her petite, one-meter-four frame instantly shot up to one meter eight, her bare feet pressing against the bluestone as her long, straight legs and fair skin were revealed.

Her shoulder-length hair transformed into voluminous, wavy green locks that cascaded down to her waist, her skin as white and lustrous as jade.

She opened her eyes, which were cold and indifferent, stripped of all childishness and filled with the majesty of a deity.

"Presumptuous!"

A cold shout resounded across the mountaintop, carrying a suffocating pressure.

Xiao Xiao raised her hand and tapped her fingertip, the power of the four symbols surging forth, instantly annihilating the three-colored lightning in the void and causing the thunderclouds in the sky to dissipate along with it.

It was as if a goddess had descended into the mortal world.

Xue Yuheng experienced the same feeling Huo Yuhao had in the original story when he first saw the Raiment of Light.

The next second, Xiao Xiao's body went limp, the cauldron phantom behind her vanished, and she reverted to her original petite form, falling straight into Xue Yuheng's arms.