Ye Fan Has Arrived [Monthly Ticket Request, Investment]

In the starry sky where the Big Dipper Burial Emperor Star lay, nine enormous dragon corpses pulled an ancient bronze coffin from the other end of the cosmos and landed safely at this end.

Rumble!

The Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin stretched across the sacred mountain of the Desolate Forbidden Land. Everything looked natural, yet unnatural.

The Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin had not appeared on the Five-Colored Altar within the Desolate Forbidden Land, but outside it.

There was reason to suspect that the Ruthless Empress had opened her eyes at this moment and was quietly observing that brat Ye Fan.

Jiang Ming was not omnipotent. The time he had calculated was only approximate; he simply could not predict exactly when the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin would arrive at the Burial Emperor Star.

Just as he anxiously prepared to head to the Northern Region of the Eastern Wasteland, Ye Fan arrived. Ye Fan had officially reached the Big Dipper Burial Emperor Star and begun his cheat-enabled life.

Lihuo Divine Furnace!

Lihuo Divine Furnace!

How had he not thought of the Lihuo Divine Furnace from the start?

Thinking back on the plot, the Lihuo Divine Furnace had appeared near Purple Mountain and had now fallen into the hands of a certain lineage that Ye Fan would one day come knocking on the door of.

That lineage had Dao Palace Secret Realm cultivators, making it somewhat more formidable than the six great grotto-heavens of the Yan Kingdom.

Still, the journey there was a little too far, wasn't it?

Jiang Ming fell into hesitation again.

From the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland to the Northern Region of the Eastern Wasteland, the distance between them was more than a million li.

At a time like this, he would need to use the teleportation arrays of those great sects—for example, borrow Taixuan Sect's teleportation array.

Forget it!

He still could not leave.

The upcoming plot was too important.

He needed to use the Yaoguang Scripture to exchange with Ye Fan for the cultivation method of the Dao Scripture: Sea of Bitterness Chapter.

He also wanted to follow Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue to mooch off a bit of the Root of the Mother Qi of All Things.

With so much Root of the Mother Qi of All Things, Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue would not be able to obtain much of it anyway.

As for karma with the Ruthless Empress, as the saying went, too many debts were no burden. He had already been forced into an inseparable entanglement with the Ruthless Empress. She might even become his future wife, so what was wrong with taking some of her Root of the Mother Qi of All Things?

What was wrong with living off a woman?

Who dared tell Jiang Ming what to do!?

"Ah, damn it! I had clearly found the location of the ancient tomb. Why has the feng shui qi suddenly changed again?"

More than ten li from Thunderfall Valley, where Jiang Ming cultivated, a nimble fat man in a luxurious Daoist robe formed hand seals, fixed the feng shui, sought dragon veins, and pinpointed tomb sites.

Yet at that critical moment, the feng shui veins and aura of the surrounding land suddenly underwent an enormous change.

"It's the earth-vein qi in that direction undergoing a mutation. Because it's close enough to here, the feng shui dragon-vein qi here has changed as well."

Very quickly, the dead fat man—his face twisted in fury and smoke nearly pouring from all seven orifices—found the cause. His eyes glowed red as he looked in that direction.

"I'd like to see who's ruining this Daoist master's good fortune."

After muttering to himself, the fat Daoist shot into the sky with a whoosh, riding a black-and-white divine rainbow toward that direction.

Jiang Ming put away his Life-Bound Sword. The earth-vein geomagnetic force contained within this land had been completely devoured by him. In the future, Thunderfall Valley would still attract lightning, but it would no longer be as frequent as it was now.

As for whether the Lightning Birds had any objections, the fact that he did not hack them apart on sight already showed his grace and restraint.

It was worth mentioning that Jiang Ming had been maintaining his original appearance. The memories of his other two personalities no longer dared provoke him for the time being, afraid that he would drag them down with him.

As the saying went, the fierce feared the reckless, the reckless feared the mad, and the mad feared those who did not fear death.

So Jiang Ming had gone mad.

Jiang Ming transformed into a Primordial Pangolin, his body enveloped in hazy golden light. In an instant, he entered the earth veins and emerged onto the surface.

Boom!

At the same time!

A bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down onto him, engulfing his transformed Pangolin form and knocking Jiang Ming off balance. Only then did he remember. Right, this breakthrough had always felt like it was missing something—it had been lightning.

Transform!

Jiang Ming directly changed back into human form. He had been getting struck by lightning constantly during his recent breakthroughs and had long since grown accustomed to it. To him, lightning was merely a reward for tempering his body and Life-Bound Sword.

Within Jiang Ming's Sea of Bitterness, a humanoid bolt of lightning waved its hand. A crimson thunder serpent was flung out from the Sea of Bitterness and coiled around his body.

Jiang Ming once again experienced that feeling of becoming part of the lightning. The lightning above his head, originally only as thick as a millstone when he broke through to the middle Foundation Establishment Stage, had become as thick as a grinding wheel when he reached the late Foundation Establishment Stage.

And now, the lightning had become a circular love bed with a diameter of two-point-two meters.

Such thick lightning was like a silver pillar that connected heaven and earth, completely submerging his entire body within it.

He instinctively opened his mouth and inhaled. The power of lightning transformed into pure vital essence, which he swallowed into his body to temper his limbs, organs, and extraordinary meridians. Finally, it entered the Sea of Bitterness and was directly taken away by the humanoid lightning.

The embryonic Divine Form of the crimson thunder serpent coiled around Jiang Ming's body not only protected him, but also devoured the lightning's power, preventing it from being wasted between heaven and earth.

With a thought from Jiang Ming, his Life-Bound Sword flew out and hovered above his head, receiving the lightning's tempering alongside him.

"Zzzzzz—"

Having refined the geomagnetic force, the Life-Bound Sword had gained the ability to absorb lightning and strengthen itself. Since it was a magical treasure, lightning of this intensity could not affect it.

"So it's this damned bald donkey. It's actually a Primordial Pangolin demon, a descendant of ancient bloodlines. Then does this appearance mean its true form?"

The fat Daoist, who had hurried over in a murderous rage, happened to see this scene and immediately felt that he had figured everything out.

Of course, whether he had truly figured it out was something only he himself knew.

Ninety-nine bolts of lightning.

Once they were done, the job was finished.

Jiang Ming had calculated it clearly.

When he broke through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, there had been seventy-two bolts in the Lightning Tribulation.

Now, they increased by nine each time, reaching a ninety-nine-bolt Lightning Tribulation.

Especially the final silver bolt of lightning, which had reached a diameter of three meters. It was terrifying beyond measure; an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Dao Palace Realm would be struck directly into ash.

Jiang Ming had actually noticed the dead fat man, Duan De, as well. What a small world. After they had parted last time, the dead fat man had targeted the Pangolin Jiang Ming had transformed into. The two had gotten along very poorly and had nearly come to blows.

At the time, Jiang Ming had been too wary of the dead fat man's methods and cultivation, so he had avoided his edge and made a strategic retreat.

He had not expected to encounter this dead fat man again in the Primordial Ruins.

He really was persistent, looking as though he would not rest until he found the Demon Emperor's Tomb. He had been here for more than eight months, hadn't he?

The instant Jiang Ming looked at the dead fat man, the other man saw him too. Their gazes met. Dao resonance flowed around Jiang Ming, and the crimson lightning serpent on his body opened its mouth and spat out a crimson bolt of lightning. The crimson lightning appeared in the sky and evolved into a vague humanoid lightning figure. It stood amid chaos, surrounded by bolts of multicolored lightning that seemed to form an endless world of thunder, crushing down upon Duan De.

Lightning fell like rain, crackling as it evolved into Lightning Birds that bombarded Duan De's body.

"Ah! You Pangolin demon man, how dare you attack this Daoist master? Do you know that this Daoist master has already formed an alliance with the Demon Race here?"

Duan De's hair was instantly electrocuted into a broomhead. He let out a strange cry, but he was not actually injured—only somewhat disheveled.

"Oh, is that so? But I don't believe you. You grave-robbing thief, digging pits everywhere on the Demon Race's territory in my Eastern Wasteland, deserve to be struck by heaven's lightning."

Jiang Ming spoke with a smile.

Things were different now. After entering the peak of Foundation Establishment, he could draw upon some of his Divine Form's power for attacks.

He estimated that after breaking through to the Golden Core Stage, he would be able to directly wield his Divine Form in battle.

Huh?

Something was wrong. Why had his Divine Forms become twelve?

When had three vague figures, so indistinct they were nearly impossible to see, appeared?