All Dead!

The fifth bolt of lightning was completely different from the previous ones.

Nearly transparent, yet incredibly silent, it doesn't bombard the physical body, but instead strikes directly into the cultivator's "Primordial Spirit."

"Ah--!!!"

A Grandmaster let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream. The three protective Law Treasure he had summoned were completely useless. Transparent lightning bolts shot out from all seven orifices of his body at the same time. These were his Primordial Spirit, which had been ignited by heavenly lightning and were burning recklessly within his body.

Three breaths later, his body remained in its original position, but his life force had completely dissipated.

His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

Not far away, Xie Lihuo staggered backward, having barely survived the fifth bolt of lightning, and looked up at the sky.

How could this tribulation lightning be so fierce, with each layer more ferocious than the last, seemingly without end?!

Witnessing firsthand the fall of one Quasi-Grandmaster after another, and even Grandmaster, filled his eyes with uncontrollable panic.

At this moment.

The world suddenly fell silent.

The first five bolts of heavenly lightning blasted the Jade Pool Palace and temple with a buzzing sound, the thunder rolling and lingering. But when the sixth bolt struck, the sound suddenly stopped.

The sky seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, and the churning clouds slowed down, leaving only a dark golden lightning pillar slowly sinking from the void at the highest point.

slow.

Yet it makes one feel a tightness in their chest.

The pressure was so great that everyone was immobilized, even Qingyuanzi.

Xie Lihuo's eyes widened suddenly.

"No... I cannot die here!"

"Charge this throne—fire!"

He roared, his voice filled with determination and madness; he was determined not to die here!

The next moment, an extremely ancient cry suddenly rang out from Xie Lihuo's body.

The voice revived from within his bloodline, as if a power that had been dormant for countless millennia had been forcibly awakened.

Beneath his charred skin, a point of golden-red light appeared, followed by a second, a third...

Soon, golden flames erupted from his entire body.

That was the true fire of Immortals and Gods! It contained an ancient and noble majesty, as if it were formed from the first rays of light and heat at the beginning of the world!

Flames gathered behind him, slowly unfurling a pair of enormous and magnificent wings. Then, the phantom of a golden divine bird rose from behind him.

The divine bird was as if it were forged from pure gold, its tail feathers trailed like a long river, its three legs trod on fire, and its eyes were like the blazing sun.

In the Sun Palace.

This place is now a ruin.

Huang Tian knelt on one knee on the Ancient Fusang Tree, his body covered in blood. The great demon who had come to protect him was nailed to a pillar in the palace.

In contrast, the golden-robed figure that had occupied the Sun Palace for countless years had already been dismembered!

"Kid... it's up to you now..."

In his mind, the voice of that arrogant and haughty old man, which had been more deafening and weak than ever before, came from his mind.

Just then...

Huang Tian seemed to sense something and looked up at a certain place in the Heavenly Court.

"That is..."

Qingyuanzi's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the Golden Crow phantom behind Xie Lihuo:

"The Xie Household of the Central Plains has actually collected the long-lost Golden Crow bloodline?!"

As a disciple of Five Villages Temple, he belonged to a top-tier lineage in the outer heavens. He also had some understanding of the Xie Household of the Central Plains, who were active in the outer heavens for many years. For example, the latter had been collecting various Immortals and Gods bloodlines for many years.

But he didn't expect that Xie Lihuo's Golden Crow bloodline was already strong enough to communicate with the Golden Crow Divine Intent and display Divine Ability powers!

The Golden Crow clan perished in ancient times; where did they gather so many bloodlines from?

At this moment, as the Golden Crow phantom appeared, its overwhelming fire pressure briefly resisted the lightning tribulation locking onto it from the sky.

The golden flames around Xie Lihuo burned fiercely, supporting his tattered body once again.

He looked up at the dark golden lightning, his voice filled with hysterical madness:

"I possess the bloodline of ancient Immortals and Gods; what can a mere heavenly tribulation do to me?!"

He thrust his palms upwards, and the Golden Crow phantom behind him let out a cry that pierced the heavens. Spreading its wings, it soared into the sky, carrying blazing golden flames, and took the initiative to meet the dark golden lightning pillar.

A muffled thud echoed through the world.

Then, lightning and fire converged, exploding into a dazzling light that shone brightly on the entire world, making it appear as if the end of the world had arrived.

The Golden Crow phantom shrieked, thrashed, and burned amidst the lightning, its golden flames peeling away layer by layer, transforming into a sky full of flowing fire, like a magnificent fireworks display.

"Block me!!"

Xie Lihuo seven orifices, his blood vessels were bursting to their limit, and the Golden Crow phantom was on the verge of collapse, but it was still struggling to hold on.

At the last moment, its three legs shot out, tearing a gap in the dark golden lightning pillar!

He really did block it.

He withstood the sixth bolt of heavenly lightning using the power of his Immortals and Gods bloodline.

Xie Lihuo knelt on one knee in the arena, the Golden Crow phantom behind him flickering like a candle in the wind.

He was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and he no longer possessed the demeanor of the Xie Household's Grandmaster, yet he was still alive.

Hahaha... Hahahaha!

He threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter hoarse and insane. "You little beast! Do you see? I am protected by the bloodline of a god! A mere heavenly tribulation cannot kill me!"

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However.

No one answered him.

Because deep within the heavens, the seventh bolt of heavenly lightning had silently condensed and taken shape.

Xie Lihuo's maniacal laughter froze on his face.

He stared blankly at the raging lightning in the sky, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just stared blankly at Yu Tunzhou.

Only then did he realize that, completely different from his desperate efforts to stop the tribulation from descending, that little beast... that guy... that bait thrown out by the Dao Lineage...

It's actually actively accepting the tribulation lightning!

He did not resist, but instead used his own body to bear and absorb the terrifying lightning, as if it were also a resource for cultivation.

In his final moments of consciousness, only one thought remained.

"A junior... a junior..."

Xie Lihuo knelt down and murmured.

He gazed at the figure standing motionless with hands clasped behind his back amidst the lightning, and a strange feeling seemed to creep over him—

Standing amidst the sea of thunder, it seemed to be a celestial Heavenly Emperor surveying the vast wilderness.

The Yu Tunzhou, and looked around.

However, six bolts of heavenly lightning were enough to wipe out more than a hundred powerful figures in a large part of the Central Plains.

Even those like Xie Lihuo and Xue Xiuluo, who relied on the power of their bloodlines to barely hold on, only had half a breath left before running out of strength.

The only one who still had the strength to continue weathering the heavenly tribulation with him was Qingyuanzi, who was still struggling to hold on.

Tribulation Fruit merciless.

As it turns out, Qingyuanzi's ability to enter the realm of Immortals and Gods is indeed due to his superior talent, second only to himself.

Suddenly, Yu Tunzhou's gaze sharpened as he saw a human figure that was almost completely charred.

As the seventh heavenly lightning accumulated, Yu Tunzhou laughed loudly:

"Master Liaowu, I acknowledge your talent. You truly deserve to be Grandmaster on my Central Plains Earth Ranking. In terms of strength among those of the same level, you far surpass these trash from the lower realms!"

"Someone like Xie Lihuo, who relies on his Lineage and bloodline and is utterly worthless, is far inferior to you!"

"Unfortunately..."

Yu Tunzhou, his eyes filled with regret.

"You're only slightly better than Xie Lihuo."

"You're going to die."

The Demonic Monk Liaowu, shakily rose to his feet; the relic in his hand was on the verge of shattering and could no longer be sustained.

His voice was extremely hoarse as he pointed at the Yu Tunzhou and said in a hoarse voice:

"Benefactor Yu... you have committed such heinous crimes and countless sins today. Which of the major powers in the world can tolerate you now?"

"Fish benefactor, please stop!"

Yu Tunzhou sighed softly, "Most of them are cultivators from beyond the heavens, with treacherous intentions and malicious intent. To die alongside them would be a great achievement for the Central Plains, nipping the crisis in the bud."

"Master Liaowu, how come you still can't see through it?"

"As the Buddhist School saying goes, life and death are nothing more than a nirvana."

"Master Liaowu, it's time for you to Liaowu."

The seventh bolt of lightning struck.

The illusory Golden Crow charged forward with all its might.

This time, it couldn't even utter a cry.

The pure white lightning, like an indestructible blade, pierced through the top of the Golden Crow's phantom head, penetrating the dazzling divine bird's body.

Golden flames suddenly scattered, like shattered glass, falling all over the sky.

Xie Lihuo's body was engulfed by white lightning.

A moment later, the white light dissipated.

There was nothing there anymore.

Only a slightly dull red gourd rolled to the ground with a clatter.

Not far away.

Liaowu's eyes showed despair. Even though he tried his best, lotus flowers bloomed, the blood color faded, and they bloomed pure white. He washed away all the superficiality and pushed his Buddhist teachings to the extreme. He even saw the path of the Dharma Aspect!

But when the lightning struck, all the lotus flowers withered instantly, like autumn wind sweeping over withered lotus leaves.

Petals vanished into nothingness amidst the lightning.

Liaowu closed his eyes and murmured the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha..."

His figure gradually disappeared in the white light.

Only two relics fell to the ground one after another. One of them, which was already on the verge of breaking, shattered with a "crack".

The last remaining Qingyuanzi was disheveled, and the Daoist robe he wore, representing the disciples of Five Villages Temple, was completely destroyed.

He stared intently at the Yu Tunzhou in the center of the platform, his eyes filled with resentment and a kind of almost desperate madness.

"There's a seventh level... Could this be a nine-fold tribulation of lightning...?"

"This is impossible..."

"How could this child have survived the seventh level of heavenly tribulation unscathed?"

"What kind of Cultivation Method does he practice? Could it be that he is far superior to me among those of the same level?!"

Qingyuanzi murmured, then suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness and absurdity.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Yu Tunzhou! If I survive today, I will tear you to pieces! If I die, I'll be waiting for you in the Underworld!"

His seventh bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down.

Qingyuanzi's body trembled violently amidst the lightning, his skin cracked, and flesh flew everywhere, leaving only a golden skeleton struggling to hold on!

"Aaaaaah--!"

Qingyuanzi let out a blood-curdling scream.

This pure white lightning was attempting to erase his entire existence in the world!

This is absolutely...

It's not just a heavenly tribulation!

He struggled desperately to stay afloat amidst the lightning, his body teetering between collapse and reconstruction.

At that very moment, he suddenly saw a scene that made his eyes widen in fury.

Yu Tunzhou emerged from the lightning, his body bearing some charred lightning marks.

And those charred lightning marks were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His aura was even stronger than before.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..."

Dry laughter echoed across the empty stone platform.

"Well... well, what Dao Lineage..."

"What a... Yu Tunzhou..."

"You... there is absolutely no way... you can pass the ninth level..."

"I... will be waiting for you down there!"

As the last word fell, Qingyuanzi's Immortal Physique suddenly collapsed, gradually disintegrating amidst pure white lightning, and finally turning into a handful of ashes.

He lasted longer than Liaowu Xie Lihuo, but still couldn't withstand the complete seventh tribulation.

The seventh lightning tribulation ended.

Even Yu Tunzhou stumbled a step.

At this moment, the world was completely silent.

The hundred or so powerful figures who had previously clamored to seize the treasure and kill people were all dead.

He was left alone to face the final tribulation.

Yu Tunzhou didn't look at the remains of these people; instead, he looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

As he had anticipated, he should be able to withstand another round of lightning on his own, that is, withstand the eighth bolt of heavenly lightning.

now.

Before the lingering white of the seventh heavenly lightning bolt had faded completely from the sky, the tribulation clouds began to surge preemptively.

The clouds in the entire sky converged and churned in one place, eventually transforming into a huge vortex. Deep within the vortex, a point of pure black lightning slowly lit up.

At this moment, the vast platform beneath Yu Tunzhou's feet sank deeper and deeper!

It seemed unable to withstand the immense pressure emanating from this lightning tribulation.

The Vajra Bracelet beside him trembled slightly, unleashing thousands of silver rays of light, which acted as a self-protective shield, but was rejected by Yu Tunzhou.

He put away the Vajra Bracelet, his pupils reflecting the impending jet of black lightning.

He took a step forward, and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art within his body began to circulate like never before.

"Come!"

As if responding to his will, pitch-black lightning crashed down, engulfing all existing matter.

"Puff--!"

Yu Tunzhou suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His body felt as if it were being pierced through from the inside by countless red-hot iron rods, every inch of flesh was being torn apart, and every meridian was breaking.

The first crack appeared on Yu Tunzhou's left shoulder. His flesh exploded without warning!

Following that were the right arm, chest, and abdomen...

His body was now covered in blood.

In an instant, his figure was completely enveloped by blood mist and lightning, making his face unrecognizable.

All that could be seen was a straight figure, standing firm and unyielding like a mountain under the immense power of heaven and earth.

This stalemate lasted for an unknown period of time.

As the dark lightning gradually dissipated and the blood mist faded, a mangled body was revealed.

His body was crisscrossed with cracks, like ancient porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch, and lightning could be seen surging between each crack.

And this tragic situation is healing at a rapid pace.

Yu Tunzhou could feel that the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art within his body was circulating faster and faster, having already surpassed its peak!

And this is definitely not just at the third level of the profound skill...

Under the blessing of this Dao Calamity, his Eight-Nine Mysterious Art have transcended the original limitations of the Cultivation Method, making it impossible for others to replicate.

At this moment, every pore and acupoint on his body opened up, and thousands of rays of lightning entered and exited. Every inch of his body almost autonomously absorbed and exhaled lightning, bathed in endless thunder and lightning, and his flesh, blood, and bones seemed to be breathing.

"Lairu..."

Using the Dao Calamity as fire, one's own body as the embryo, and profound skills as the hammer, one forges a truly supreme Dao body.

This is his true Eight-Nine Mysterious Art!

I don't know how much time passed.

Yu Tunzhou slowly took a step forward, stabilizing its swaying body.

Under the operation of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, his physical body has begun to heal.

He survived the eighth tribulation of lightning on his own.

What follows is the real Life-and-Death Tribulation!

"Fellow Daoist..."

Within the Primordial Spirit Heaven and Earth, Huntian was already terrified, his scalp tingling and his heart pounding.

This kind of tribulation lightning far exceeds the scope of Divine Ability; even at the level of External Scenery, I'm afraid very few people could withstand it!

"You... have absolutely no hope of surviving the next lightning tribulation!"

"Dao Calamity! This is indeed Dao Calamity!"

Yu Tunzhou slowly raised its head and looked into the deepest part of the vortex in the sky.

There, the ninth heavenly lightning bolt is being formed, taking far longer than the previous eight combined.

He took a deep breath.

As he and Liaowu said—

Life and death are nothing more than a rebirth.

He needs a true rebirth.

Overcoming this obstacle is nirvana.

If we can't get through this... it will be a disaster!

He took a step forward.

The entire Heavenly Court seemed to tremble, but not because of him, but because of what was above...

The Ninth Tribulation of Lightning!