Having Weathered the Three Tribulations, the Heavenly Human Fruit Status

Thunder rumbled across the Helplessness Bridge.

Zhang Fusheng was bathed in heavenly thunder, with the Great Sun Halo shining brightly behind his head.

Like a tidal wave, the heavenly lightning surged through his 36,000 orifices, relentlessly drilling into his body!

But he remained unmoved.

After the intense white light Silence Below.

"The lightning calamity has passed."

Zhang Fusheng let out a sigh of relief. Although he still had to endure ten years of thunderous punishment, this process could be skipped with the help of Contract Book.

In other words, if one experiences Fire Tribulation and Wind Tribulation, one will have endured Three Tribulations and thus become Celestial Person.

Amidst flashes of lightning,

He glanced sideways at the dazed, remnant soul of the Emperor Tang.

The long river of purple qi flowing around the other party was still digesting what this 'ancestor' had said.

"Am I Li Shimin, or the Great Emperor Ziwei?" he muttered to himself, a look of bewilderment on his face.

For a long time.

The remnant soul looked at Zhang Fusheng and said in a low voice:

"Ancestor."

"Actually, there's no need to call me 'ancestor,'" Zhang Fusheng said calmly. "I've already said that I only bear the names of Taiqing and Laozi; I am not the real Li Er, the Keeper of the Archives."

"My surname is not Li."

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang nodded silently, then suddenly said:

"I am who I am, not some Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly:

"But you are Him first, and then you are yourself."

As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng quietly used some cultivation time stored in the Contract Book to pass the ten years of the lightning calamity.

The Contract Book still stipulated several decades of spiritual practice remaining.

He exhaled and silently began to weather the ordeal of the Fire Tribulation.

The Yin Fire ignited within Zhang Fusheng's internal organs, but strangely, it did not cause him much harm.

Most of the Yin Fire was attracted to the Yin World Wood Marrow. The Yin Fire and the Wood Marrow burned together, but even more ferocious Yin Fire roared out!

One should not rely on external forces to overcome calamities.

Zhang Fusheng coughed twice, the Yin Fire, almost ten times more intense, making every pore on his body radiate a chilling, fiery aura.

He was helpless; he didn't want to rely on any external forces.

However, the Yin World Wood Marrow combined with Yin Fire seems to be undergoing some strange change.

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang closed his eyes, and Zhang Fusheng had already described the current situation to him.

Judging from various clues

He was a backup plan for the Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole, which is why he remained here as a wisp of a remnant soul.

If nothing unexpected happens, after the so-called Emperor's Tomb is opened...

His remaining soul will be resurrected as the remaining soul of the 'Great Emperor Ziwei', and no longer Li Shimin.

A long silence followed.

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang suddenly chuckled:

"Regardless of who I was in my past life, or what kind of immortal or Buddha I was, in this life, I am who I am—I am no one else!"

"I have unified the world and sit in the Taiji Hall, how could I end up being someone else's reincarnation? Absurd!"

Zhang Fusheng stared at the remnant soul of the Emperor Tang, and suddenly said:

"I can create a human body for you, bring you back to life, and even try to sever your connection with the Great Emperor Ziwei."

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang glanced sideways and asked:

"What do you wish to do, my lord?"

"Cooperate with me."

Zhang Fusheng spoke softly:

"Of all the matters concerning the Imperial Mausoleum, I want seventy percent—this is your tomb, you must know its contents, right?"

The remnant soul nodded:

"Although I do not know what happened afterward, my memory is stuck at the time when I entered the underworld, but at that time, I had already built the Imperial Mausoleum and created a Yin Chang'an."

He suddenly sighed:

"I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it, those who went to great lengths to persuade me to have the Imperial Mausoleum modeled after Chang'an were not of pure intentions."

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently.

He didn't actually know what role the Emperor Tang played in relation to the Great Emperor Ziwei, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of shared misfortune.

Aren't we ourselves, in turn, a tool of some deity or Buddha?

Although he was able to get to where he is today because of this, now that he has gotten to where he is, he naturally has to get rid of everything.

Even the identity of the person behind it all remains unknown— the Three Pure Ones?

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath. The Yin Fire Tribulation had been overcome in every word he spoke, and he had also spent another ten years cultivating and merging with it.

Ten years of fire and raging, now only Wind Tribulation remain.

Thought.

The Bì Wind into my body, corroding my bones and consuming my soul, blurring my mind and making everything in my head a blur.

He forced himself to stay upright, silently reciting the Fuli Chapters, his body radiating a faint light, and the golden lamplight in his eyes blazing brightly.

Its dazzling light forced even the remnant soul of the Emperor Tang to retreat again and again.

The Bì Wind was still raging within his body.

The skin and flesh appeared intact, but the internal organs were dissolving, and the soul swayed and trembled along with them.

"How could this Wind Tribulation be so severe?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, guessing that it was probably related to his having survived Three Tribulations in a row; if it were an ordinary Innate Limit...

It seems his soul has already been blown away by the Bì Wind!

That is, one's own divine realm is majestic, Mental Accumulation exceeds four thousand three hundred years, and one's soul is extremely profound; otherwise...

During the Wind Tribulation.

Zhang Fusheng recounted the current state of affairs to the Emperor Tang, including the disappearance of immortals and Buddhas.

"At this time, I know of only three Old World Gods and Buddhas."

"One is my true form, seated high above in the heavens—Taiqing."

The Emperor Tang's expression changed slightly.

"One is the master of the Nine Netherworlds, namely the Central Extreme Cult Master, also known as the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate."

As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng's expression turned solemn. A large part of the reason he instigated the remnant soul of the Emperor Tang to sever ties with the Great Emperor Ziwei was because of this Central Extreme Cult Master.

The contingency plans left behind by the Great Emperor Ziwei are all related to the Nine Netherworlds.

That's fine.

Most importantly, if I remember correctly, the Great Emperor Ziwei also has the authority to command and manage the underworld.

Their status in the underworld is at least in the top three!

Could this renowned deity truly have returned through the remnant soul of the Emperor Tang?

There's a high probability he'll try to take charge of the Nine Netherworlds.

And,

If there truly were such a deity or Buddha from an ancient world walking in the Mortal World, even if it were merely a remnant soul, Gaotian Association, to those Above High Heaven, and to oneself?

This is also a huge hidden danger.

Besides the Contract Book, another very important reason why I have come this far is my understanding of the past.

Zhang Fusheng didn't believe that he could intimidate the legendary Great Emperor Ziwei simply by sitting in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"Let's wait and see."

He murmured to himself, at this moment.

The Wind Tribulation has passed.

Finally, he extracted ten years' worth of cultivation and integrated it into himself.

[In my first year, I endured constant erosion from the Bì Wind; it was truly a bitter experience.]

[In the tenth year, the Bì Wind within me finally subsided at this moment. As for now, I have endured the Three Tribulations.]

[I bear witness to the Heavenly Human Fruit Status.]

Looking back on myself, ten years of vicissitudes have passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the bewildered gaze of the remnant soul of the Emperor Tang, this young man, who called himself Laozi and had a halo of Great Sun Halo above his head, sat cross-legged on the Helplessness Bridge.

He was radiating light, a dazzling light, floating up naturally, attaining Fruit Position!

"The Heavenly Human Fruit Status?"

The Emperor Tang raised an eyebrow, clearly recognizing and having witnessed this scene before, and stroked his chin:

"Zhang Fusheng is actually a Celestial Person!"

The Celestial Person are quite formidable; back in my day, even the heavenly generals were only at this level.

But one heavenly general is nothing compared to the countless immortals and Buddhas in the heavens.

Only

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang gazed down at the Great Yellow Springs River beneath the bridge.

There are nearly a thousand large coffins in some place, and each coffin seems to contain a vengeful ghost. And yet, the ghosts also seem to...

Obey your own orders?

He could sense that with a single thought, he could summon vengeful ghosts from their coffins and transform them into his own killing army!

But they don't seem to obey their own commands only.

The remnant soul of the Emperor Tang could clearly sense it.

In this world, there is one person who can command them.

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, he murmured:

"The Central Extreme Cult Master?"

Wilderness.

The whale-like bird raises its head and cries out to the sky.

Then one sees divine might as a prison.

"This is indeed a bit tricky," Yuan Feidao, manipulating the Flesh Puppet. "What is that?" he asked in a low voice.

All Seats looked up at the sky.

They discovered that above the head of the Giant Whale-Peng, a huge, semi-transparent magic circle had appeared, with a vast vortex gathering within it!

"Teleportation Array can also be called Teleportation Array."

A refined voice, belonging to the Eighth Seat, emanated from within the earthen and stone puppets:

"This magic array is constructing a passage to other provinces. Judging from its scale, it's probably intended to summon deities."

The All Seats were alarmed.

"We can't delay any longer."

The one speaking is the Hundred Thousand Soul Vajra, constructed by Shi Zhengyuan using the Buddhist Kingdom and the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff; it is an unparalleled Secret Method of the Spirit Mountain System.

Equivalent to a true Buddhist Vajra!

The Buddhist Vajra are also considered to have attained the [Heavenly Human Fruit Status].

"Charge!"

The Buddhist Vajra, its body expanding to hundreds or even thousands of meters in size, with ten thousand giant hands, gleaming with golden light, rising in a fan shape behind it.

With fingers, palms, and fists, a hundred thousand hands simultaneously blasted towards the Giant Whale-Peng!

The sky was covered by a blazing white light.

"Oh my god."

In Chang'an Town, many people who saw this scene were mesmerized: the Kilometer-high Vajra, with 100,000 hands behind it, resembled a magnificent Buddha!

The Old Master frowned. This Vajra, formed from a soul, was only at the level of a First Tribulation Celestial Person Being.

Even for him, facing a relentless barrage of 100,000 punches would be far from easy!

However.

The Giant Whale-Peng was completely unharmed.

It didn't even shake.

"Ugh!!"

The whale and the roc cried out, and within them rose a cold, indifferent voice:

"A member of the Gaotian Association?"

"It was all for naught."

As they spoke, the roc simply flapped its wings, and a three-thousand-mile -Bì Wind swept through it, melting mountains and turning the earth into dust wherever it passed!

"The legendary Wind Tribulation!"

Li Yiyi gasped in shock at the sight, her heart pounding. How could they have encountered such a devastating turn of events so soon after finding their ancestor's tomb?

That was Wind Tribulation!

Even a wisp of wind could blow, and probably no one in the entire town would survive.

She licked her lips and saw that the incredible 100,000-armed Vajra statue, blown away by the Wind Tribulation, had begun to melt and shrink.

Then there was another roaring sound.

Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang, who were anxiously searching for their son, looked in the direction of the sound and saw more 'giants' appearing on the horizon.

There were kilometer-tall flesh and blood giants made entirely of piled-up flesh and blood, and black phantoms with six arms and compassionate appearances.

There are also stone giants formed from the dust of collapsed mountains and cracked earth.

They're all hunting down the enormous whale-like bird!

The Six-Armed Mahakala opened its eyes, and the Divine Artifact it held in its six hands —the Vajra Pestle, the bone bowl, and the white bone rosary—all emitted brilliant light.

The Buddhist disciple struggled to control the illusory image of the Mahakala, charging towards the Giant Whale-Peng, smashing the whale Peng's head with the Vajra Pestle, denting it!

These are all Divine Artifact and treasures, forged by the gods themselves, and possess immense power.

The whale-like creature cried out, and the vortex of the magic array above its head grew larger and larger. From the other side of the vortex came a booming sound, as if some creature was trying to squeeze in!

The next instant.

Yang Shexing manipulated the carcass of the whale-roc, pushing a certain Divine Spirit Formations to its limit. With another flap of its wings, thousands upon thousands of Peng Feather fell from its wings.

The fallen Peng Feather stood in the sky like sharp blades, densely packed, numbering no less than a million!

'Buzz!!'

A million Peng Feather simultaneously emitted a sword-like cry.

The sword and feathers merged into one, transforming into a brilliant golden Sword Furnace, possessing an almost absolutely overwhelming power.

Tear the illusory image of the Six-Armed Mahakala to shreds!!

The Vajra Pestle, bone rosary, and other objects fell to the ground, producing a thunderous sound.

Far away, the Buddhist disciple coughed up blood with a loud "whoosh," his expression extremely solemn, muttering to himself:

"Is this the Whale Roc? Even if it's controlled by someone at the Innate Great Realm, it can unleash power approaching that of a god."

"Unfortunately, it seems that Mahakala is fighting against humans in Different Dimension and cannot borrow more power."

The Buddhist disciple sighed softly, believing that the current situation was very bad, and that the first meeting and first cooperation among the All Seats would likely end in failure.

He forced himself to stand, and the thought returned: the shattered phantom of the Mahakala was reassembling.

The puppets and avatars of the other seats rushed forward, but were all suppressed by the Sword Furnace!

"That's all there is to it."

A detached voice emanated from the whale-like creature, resounding throughout the heavens and earth. Millions of sword feathers shimmered brilliantly, illuminating the entire Chongyang World!

Chang'an Town was teetering on the brink of collapse, too close to the battlefield. Wei Busǐ paced back and forth, pondering whether to use his trump card, to invoke the spirits of his ancestors, and unleash the true Dragon Slaying Art in Dreams.

Then, at this very moment.

Underground.

On the Helplessness Bridge.

Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

As for now, it is precisely at this moment.

The temple after enduring the Three Tribulations

He has attained the Heavenly Human Fruit Status, the highest level of enlightenment.