Heaven-Refining Tribulation Hand, Ascension Gate!

Huang Dao saw this, watching the four-legged cauldron leisurely taking shape in your hands.

A tempest raged instantly in his heart!

It was as if, in a fleeting moment, this four-legged cauldron was the "Primal Origin" itself, and he only felt it was boundlessly abyssal, unfathomable, and ungraspable.

The black hole behind him that had originally devoured spiritual Qi suddenly saw its spiritual Qi grow stagnant as you lifted the cauldron!

Huang Dao could no longer devour or mobilize it!

Shocked in his heart, he involuntarily cast his gaze toward you and asked:

"What kind of martial art is this?"

On your open palm, the cauldron slowly spun, crimson flames, pristine spiritual Qi, the destiny carried by the North Wind, and the surrounding Qi of life-and-death slaughter all converging and blending together.

You said indifferently: "With tribulation fate, spiritual Qi, and destiny as firewood—"

"With heaven and earth as the furnace, mountains and rivers as the surface, fully displaying this art!"

You gently shook your head again, continuing: "This art was independently created by me and has yet to be named. Since the Demon Master asks about it today—"

"Let it be called the Heaven-Refining Tribulation Hand!"

Seeing the cauldron become increasingly lifelike, inscriptions began to surface upon it, as if it wished to break free from the shackles of the void.

Transforming the illusory into the real, refining the false into the true!

How could this be something attainable by mortal martial arts!

Though Huang Dao was shocked for only a fleeting moment, he immediately reined in his expression and returned to normal.

His gaze turned not far away, where the black Dharma form cast by Lu Yu resembled an Asura descending to the mortal world, its fist intent within its hands like majesty and prison.

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