Early Arrival, Congratulations from All
Mo Xuan strode forward, looking Li Yunjing up and down, his eyes filled with surprise. "Sect Leader, what's going on with you? You seem much stronger than ordinary Tribulation Bandit Cultivator!"
Mo Xuan wasn't unfamiliar with Bandit Cultivator; Wang Heng was one, for example. But he had never seen anyone whose aura was so refined and perfect after Tribulation Transcendence.
"I had a slightly serendipitous encounter." Li Yunjing smiled faintly, offering no further explanation.
No one asked further questions; those who cultivate themselves each have their fortuitous opportunity.
As long as the sect leader becomes stronger, it's a good thing for the sect.
Just then, with a hum, the entire Luozhen City suddenly trembled slightly. Above the cultivation room, the illusory image of the Immortal Vein slowly emerged, radiating a warm, seven-colored spiritual light, swaying gently as if in celebration.
Immediately afterwards, tremors reverberated throughout the ten directions of the earth.
From the direction of the Northern Darkness, a black dragon phantom soared into the sky, its roar resounding through the heavens. From the direction of the Central Yellow Thick Earth, a giant phantom burst forth from the ground, standing tall and imposing.
In the Eastern Extreme Azure, the verdant green trees stretch their branches and leaves, blocking out the sky and the sun.
The Southern Li Fire Phoenix, the Vermilion Bird's cry, and flames soaring into the sky...
Ten Ancestral Vein veins, each with a different colored beam of light, stretched across the heavens and earth, facing each other from afar.
The ten Ancestral Vein True Spirit all appeared.
They nodded slightly in the direction of Luozhen City.
It was like a celebration, like a pilgrimage.
This scene was witnessed not only by the people of the Luozhen Sect.
Throughout the entire Luozhen Province, and throughout the Five Provinces, all cultivators and mortals witnessed it.
Ten beams of light pierced the sky, illuminating half of the heavens.
"Those are the Ten Ancestral Vein?!"
My God! The Ten Ancestral Vein have appeared simultaneously!
"It's about the Luozhen Sect! Has something major happened to the Luozhen Sect?"
"..."
The entire Dao Realm was utterly shaken.
Teahouses, restaurants, markets, and sects—everyone was talking about this.
Everyone knows that the Ten Ancestral Vein are the foundation of the Dao Realm and are full of spiritual energy.
To have the ten Ancestral Vein appear simultaneously to offer their congratulations—what incredible fortune, what profound Daoist aura! From High Antiquity to the present, few have received such treatment.
Central Divine Province, Immortal Alliance Headquarters.
Standing atop the mountain peak, Zhang Jianchen gazed at the ten pillars of light in the distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"Good lad, you certainly haven't disappointed me." The elder behind him exclaimed, "To have reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm at such a young age, and to have attracted the congratulations of the ten Ancestral Vein, this boy's future is limitless."
"Ascension to immortality in the Dao Realm is now within reach." Zhang Jianchen nodded slightly, his tone tinged with relief. "Send word to prepare a generous gift and send it to the Luozhen Sect, saying that I congratulate Sect Leader Li on successfully Tribulation Transcendence."
"Yes."
In the Primordial Beginning Valley, within the temple.
Haoyang stood by the window, gazing at the ten pillars of light in the distant sky, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
"He actually Tribulation Transcendence! He actually survived the Wind Tribulation!"
"It even attracted congratulations from the ten Ancestral Vein." The War God Xuanjie stood aside, silent, his body under his iron armor slightly tense.
Everyone knows what this means.
Li Yunjing's strength has officially entered the ranks of the top in the Dao Realm.
From now on, it will be much harder to deal with him.
The hall was deathly silent, and all the gods of the Heavenly Hao Alliance wore solemn expressions.
Those gods who had previously wavered in their resolve now have become even more active.
Can we really win by following Haoyang? Nobody knows the answer.
Haoyang whirled around, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "What are you looking at!" he shouted fiercely. "He's only survived a Wind Tribulation; when the God-Slaying Tribulation arrives, he'll still die!"
"All of you, get out! Hurry up and prepare; I have my own way of dealing with him!"
The gods quickly took their leave, as if they had been granted a pardon.
Haoyang stood alone in the hall, gazing in the Luozhen City, his eyes filled with malice.
Li Yunjing, do you think you've won just like that? We'll see.
Within Luozhen Province, however, there was an atmosphere of jubilation.
Luozhen City, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, and cultivators took to the streets to congratulate each other.
"Sect Leader Li has successfully Tribulation Transcendence!"
"Our Luozhen Province has a powerful cultivator capable of Tribulation Transcendence!"
"Life will be more stable from now on!"
"..."
Everyone wore a genuine smile.
On the Verdant Fertile Plain, in the sacrificial square of the Biyuan Tribe, a bonfire roared.
Zhi Qianshu, holding up the animal-skin wine flask, laughed heartily, "Sect Leader Li is indeed formidable! Come on, bottoms up!"
"Cheers!" The tribal warriors raised their cups and drank them down in one gulp.
The Totem Hall emitted a faint Golden Light, echoing the ten pillars of light in the distance.
On the Luozhen City, Nangong Chengyu stood by the railing, gazing at the ten pillars of light in the distance, his eyes slightly red.
"That little brat who used to follow me around at the Qi Refining Stage has grown up to be this big now."
Wang Qianxue stood beside him and smiled gently, "Yes, Yunjing has become successful. As his teacher, you should be happy."
"Happy, happy." Nangong Chengyu nodded repeatedly, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Three days later, the sect held a simple celebration, without any grand festivities; only the core members gathered together.
After all, the God-Slaying Tribulation is imminent, Haoyang is eyeing us covetously; this is not the time for excessive celebration.
On this day, in the Luozhen Grand Hall, Li Yunjing was discussing matters with Mo Xuan, Wangshu, the Old God Lingmu, and others.
"Production from the Fallen Star Ore is stable, and the second batch of thirty-six frigates will be registered next month."
"Eight more Rogue Cultivator deities have arrived, including one Middle God. They have been registered and assigned to various halls to help out."
"The post-disaster resettlement in Luozhen Province is basically complete, and the people have returned to their homeland. A seal has also been set up at the Ten Thousand Souls Cave to prevent the remaining evil spirits from causing trouble."
Mo Xuan reported on recent events one by one, in a clear and organized manner.
Li Yunjing sat in the main seat, nodding occasionally.
Just as they were discussing the reinforcement of the sect's defenses, Li Yunjing's expression suddenly changed.
A strange sense of unease welled up inside me without warning, as if something terrifying was awakening deep within the earth.
Vast, cold, devastating, deathly silent.
That aura could be faintly sensed even across endless distances, causing one's very soul to tremble.
"Hmm?" Li Yunjing suddenly turned his head and looked towards the depths of the Great Wilderness.
"Senior brother? What's wrong?" Mo Xuan was taken aback and stopped reporting.
Everyone in the hall stopped and looked at Li Yunjing with suspicion.
The next moment, Wangshu suddenly stood up, her face deathly pale.
"Oh no!" Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and even carried a hint of panic.
"The God-Slaying Tribulation! It's the aura of the God-Slaying Tribulation!"
"How is that possible? Wasn't it supposed to be three to five years? How could it have happened so quickly!"
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
The phrase "God-Slaying Tribulation" weighed heavily on everyone's mind like a massive boulder.
"Star God!" Li Yunjing shouted in a deep voice.
"Here!" Among the crowd, the Rogue Cultivator god who was skilled in divination quickly stepped forward, his face also turning somewhat pale.
He was Star God, most sensitive to fluctuations in the rules of heaven and earth; he had sensed that aura just now.
"Immediately perform the calculations; I need to know exactly when the God-Slaying Tribulation will arrive," Li Yunjing ordered.
"Yes!" The Star God hurriedly took out the divination compass, made hand Hand Seals, and chanted incantations.
On the compass, the star patterns lit up, and the pointer spun wildly, almost flying off the surface.
His face grew paler and paler, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly.
A moment later, with a crisp crack, the compass needle shattered instantly.
The Star God's hand trembled, and the compass almost fell to the ground.
He raised his head, his face ashen, his voice trembling. "Sect Leader, the calamity... the calamity has arrived earlier than expected, it may come in less than three months."