Within the Immortal Realm, several divine senses almost instantly swept toward this little world, gathering above the Heavenly Dao to watch.
These divine senses belonged to old acquaintances who had known one another for tens of thousands of years. They immediately began conversing, asking in utter shock.
"A hundred-thousand-year Nascent Soul Lightning Tribulation? This little world could produce someone like that?!"
He would never believe it even if beaten to death: a little world so lacking in Spiritual Qi and fortuitous opportunities could actually produce a peerless heavenly genius facing a hundred-thousand-year Nascent Soul Lightning Tribulation.
As their divine senses conversed, another mighty figure frowned and asked.
"What is that giant hand? Someone's Dharma Idol Heaven and Earth has reached into our Immortal Realm so brazenly?"
A Saint's divine sense replied leisurely, "Just a creature from another realm. Judging by this display, it should have already become a Saint and come to a little world under the Immortal Realm to harvest some fortune."
"Heh, what a fine plan it had. Who would have thought it would run into such a tough nut to crack? A hundred-thousand-year Nascent Soul Lightning Tribulation!"
"Good heavens, as long as he survives it, the road to becoming an emperor will open wide. Unless he dies along the way, becoming an emperor is inevitable."
As the mighty figures conversed through their divine senses, they turned their attention to the person undergoing the tribulation, and someone soon frowned.
"What's going on? This person has none of this world's fortune blessing him?"
"Huh?" The other mighty figures froze. Even after living for tens of thousands of years, they had never heard of such a thing.
He could already face a hundred-thousand-year Nascent Soul Lightning Tribulation, yet he had no blessing of the world's fortune?
Wasn't that fucking like a eunuch visiting a brothel-utterly ball-less nonsense?!
The analogy might have been a little vulgar, but that was the idea.
The mighty figures simply could not figure it out, so they stopped thinking and directly used great Divine Abilities to work backward and divine Chen Xia's past and present lives, his karma and fortuitous opportunities.
The answer was nothing.
A complete blank.
The mighty figures sighed, feeling this was only to be expected. After all, he was someone without fortune.
The divine senses became illusory figures standing above the Heavenly Dao. They exchanged looks, their expressions suggesting they had something to say, but none spoke first.
The mighty figures wore differing expressions, each harboring his own thoughts.
At last, one mighty figure could no longer hold back and sighed aloud.
"Since he is someone without fortune, my Heaven-Controlling Sect will take the loss and accept him as a disciple."
A Great Saint immediately sneered, "Someone without fortune but with the talent of a Great Emperor? Your Heaven-Controlling Sect would really be taking quite a 'loss'!"
The mighty figure from the Heaven-Controlling Sect replied calmly, without blushing or his heart skipping a beat, "Our Heaven-Controlling Sect has the least need to rely on the world's fortune. Naturally, we should be the ones to take this 'loss.'"
"Now, that isn't right." An elderly Saint shook his head and replied.
"Although our Emperor Mountain relies on the world's fortune, we can also expend great effort to reconstruct this person's true body and forge a Supreme Immortal Body to complement his Great Emperor talent."
The Heaven-Controlling Sect's mighty figure grew solemn. Looking at the old man, he said gravely.
"Have you gone mad, you old bastard? You even dare talk about forging a Supreme Immortal Body? What would you use to forge it? That ancient relic your Emperor Mountain has kept hidden in a bronze coffin for three hundred thousand years?!"
"That isn't out of the question," the old man said breezily.
The atmosphere between the mighty figures reached a stalemate, seeming somewhat heavy.
"Ah, don't get ahead of yourselves. Let's first see whether this person can survive the hundred-thousand-year lightning tribulation. What if it strikes him dead outright? What the hell would you still be arguing for?!"
That was indeed sound reasoning.
The mighty figures turned their divine senses below, becoming the wind and rain between heaven and earth, affecting nothing and merely watching quietly.
They watched dark clouds fill the sky and tribulation lightning erupt on all sides.
They watched that figure in blue robes stand firmly in the sky, facing the crushing pressure of the giant hand!
Chen Xia watched calmly as the giant hand pressed down. The currents of air sent his hair flying and his robes snapping.
His strength was currently 399.
His cultivation was at the Golden Core peak, which could also be called half-step Nascent Soul.
Was he qualified?
Chen Xia did not know either, but if he did not try, he would never know.
Staying alive was certainly important, but in a person's life, there were always things more important than life itself.
Was there anything worth risking your life for?
A grin spread across Chen Xia's face. Blue-green light shone in his eyes as he walked straight toward the giant hand.
He was the god of this world!
He would not interfere with human calamities, but he would destroy natural disasters.
The people in the city walked out onto the streets. Seeing the blue-robed figure in the very center heading toward the giant hand, they first froze, before someone shouted.
"The immortal! That's the immortal!"
The people of the imperial city instantly erupted, kowtowing to the figure walking alone through the sky and shouting excitedly.
"Please save the world, Immortal!"
Chen Xia stopped, gauged the distance, and began rolling up his sleeves. Then he held his fist before his mouth and breathed onto it.
This was enchanting.
He planted a foot against the sky. An explosive boom erupted beneath his sole, and violent winds rippled outward. Even the sky seemed unable to bear such tremendous pressure, letting out trembling creaks.
Chen Xia shot forward like a meteor streaking against the current, tracing an arc of blue-green light across the sky and bringing a swath of light into the giant hand's shadow!
In a mere instant, the "meteor" collided with the giant hand. A thunderous crash rang through heaven and earth, and the hand's advance came to an abrupt halt. It was even driven back several hundred meters.
"Immortal!"
The people shouted, their spirits soaring.
But the giant hand only retreated for a moment before swinging down with even greater force and speed. The pressure and air currents it stirred up had already blasted apart many houses in the imperial city.
The people's expressions turned to horror, and they hurried to take cover.
The giant hand kept swinging down. Chen Xia gritted his teeth, holding it back with all his might.
Had you ever swatted a mosquito?
You brought your hand down hard, crushing the mosquito into a smear of flesh.
Chen Xia was that mosquito now.
The giant hand swung down with brute force, seemingly putting in a little more strength, as though it intended to suppress everything.
And so Chen Xia flew even faster than he had come, plunging straight into the very center of the imperial city, smashing through houses and deep into the ground. Only after plowing a hundred meters down did he steady himself, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Chen Xia pushed aside the rubble next to him, climbed to his feet, and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. He frowned as he looked at the giant hand.
He recalled something he had heard before.
"Congratulations on completing the beginner tutorial. Now try challenging a king."
The current situation was rather like those words.
Chen Xia wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stood motionless. He was waiting.
[Spirit Dragon Qi 999/1000]
Waiting for his trump card to take shape.
The power of the imperial citizens' kowtows slowly trickled over, merging into the Spirit Dragon Qi.
Almost there.
Chen Xia sighed, walked up onto the ruins, and planted his feet firmly. Facing the giant hand bearing down on him, he spread his divine sense in all directions, transmitting the sound of his thoughts to the masses.
[Make offerings and wishes. Give me a boost! You're the only one I need, and I'll be able to chop off that giant hand!]
The people froze at first, then hurriedly kowtowed and made offerings to Chen Xia.
The power of wishes accumulated, little by little.
[Spirit Dragon Qi 1000/1000]
Golden light blazed in his eyes.
An ancient dragon's cry rang out behind him. Golden slit pupils appeared, and five claws touched the ground.
A thousand-zhang true dragon coiled between heaven and earth!