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Chapter 576 Transformation into a Dragon
"I'm back!" Ning Fengxu stepped forward and gave Qing Sang a hug, then quickly released her, looking at her intently. This "I'm back" wasn't just Ning Fengxu's return, but also the return of Li Guang, a descendant of the Phoenix Clan. "I already know the truth of what happened back then! After dealing with these bastards, we'll go back and discuss it in detail."

As he spoke, he took out a fiery red bow and arrow, and shot it into the air. The arrowhead ignited in mid-air, streaking through the air with flames. A crack appeared where the arrow had passed, and a group of human cultivators flew out from the crack, immediately charging towards the demons in the air without any hesitation. Following behind them were a group of demon cultivators.

"Master!" The Tianluo Sect disciples below shouted with joy upon seeing the surge of cultivators. It turned out that the cultivators who had been teleported here were the same group of cultivators from Zhongzhou and other states who had come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains earlier, but their numbers were not as large as before, indicating that they had also gone through a fierce battle.

An elder from the Tianluo Sect glanced down at the disciple who had called out to him, giving him a satisfied look. The disciple, who had been resting against his companion, was exhausted. He immediately straightened up, pulled out a handful of Rejuvenation Pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and shouted that he could still fight three hundred more rounds.

Another batch of reinforcements landed on the ground to provide support, and the situation on the entire battlefield began to turn around.

"I'll go provide support!" Ning Fengxu said, transforming into a streak of red light and shooting straight into the sky. In that direction, Qingluo was already standing with the ghostly witch. Qingluo's current strength was inferior to the witch's, and he was being suppressed, which was very frustrating.

Ning Fengxu charged straight at her, and the witch swiftly dodged. He tossed a brocade box to Qingluo: "Your father asked me to give this to you!" He then drew his natal weapon, the Phoenix Feather Bow, and fired arrow after arrow rapidly in the direction the witch was dodging. The witch dodged one arrow, but the next one anticipated her movement and landed right in front of her, forcing her to hastily dodge. The phoenix is ​​a divine bird, inherently effective against demons, and the phoenix fire on the Phoenix Feather Arrows contained divine power.

Qingluo took the box Ning Fengxu tossed to him and opened it. Inside was a golden, transparent stone, which he immediately recognized as the Dragon Soul. This was the shattered dragon pearl from the fall of the dragon clan's ancestor. Each dragon, before its demise, would infuse its last wisp of soul into this stone, both as a tribute to its ancestors and for the sake of inheritance. If the dragon clan ever faced extinction, this Dragon Soul could help the last member reincarnate. His father must have been able to reincarnate successfully, sacrificing his own dragon pearl and with the help of the Dragon Soul. His father had returned the dragon pearl to him, but his dragon body was already destroyed, reverting to that of a black serpent. Even with the pearl's aid, he would need immense fortune to transform back into a dragon. Unexpectedly, his father had Ning Fengxu give him the Dragon Soul. Perhaps, as a mortal, his father couldn't bear this treasure and entrusted it to Qingsang's mother to be kept at Wan Yao Mountain, allowing it to finally return to its descendants today.

He glanced at Ning Fengxu, seeing him gradually push the witch away, and understood that Ning was giving him time. So he directly took out the Dragon Soul and his own Dragon Pearl. Holding the Dragon Soul in one hand and the Dragon Pearl in the other, he chanted a secret dragon incantation. The Dragon Soul and Dragon Pearl flew from his palm, circling him once. As he chanted the incantation, the Dragon Pearl flew into his mouth, while the Dragon Soul merged into his body through his heart. In that instant of merging, Qingluo instantly transformed back into his Xuan Snake form, his body continuously expanding, his black scales shimmering with a chilling light. The enormous serpentine body coiled in the sky, its size still growing, and with each sway of its tail, any demons it touched cried out in agony and fell from the sky. Some landed near Qingluo's true form, instantly annihilated by her divine light, while others were instantly wiped out by the human cultivators below upon landing.

As Ning Feng and Xu Fei soared into the air, Qing Sang no longer hesitated, transforming into her true form and deeply rooting herself in the ground. A colossal Fusang Divine Tree rose from the earth, its deep red branches stretching out and covering the ground with fiery red leaves. Each gust of wind brought down a red leaf capable of purifying a demonic cultivator. If the leaves landed on human cultivators, they would cleanse them of the demonic energy that clung to them. This created a sanctuary around her, where injured disciples would be brought back to rest beneath the Fusang Divine Tree. Qing Sang would then use her divine power, sending specks of golden light falling from the tree and merging into the disciples' bodies to purify their demonic energy. The life force within would also heal their wounds. After being healed, these disciples would express their gratitude to the divine tree and return to the battle. This scene felt incredibly familiar to Qing Sang, as if she had witnessed a similar event ten thousand years ago.

The celestial serpent's body had grown to an enormous size, and faint thunder rumbled from beyond the heavens. Both human and demon cultivators were familiar with this thunder; it was tribulation lightning. Qingluo was about to transform into a dragon!
The demonic cultivators were terrified of the thunder; anyone caught in its lightning strike would be annihilated. Therefore, many demonic cultivators deliberately stayed away, even fleeing, but human cultivators were not about to let them go!
Thunder rumbled and struck relentlessly. For Qingluo, who had absorbed the Dragon Pearl and Dragon Soul, the indigestible power was about to burst his body, and he had been waiting for this tribulation. So he deliberately faced the tribulation head-on. After forty-nine lightning strikes, horns grew on the head of the Xuan Snake, its scales became smoother and shinier, and its body continued to grow rapidly thicker.

The power of the tribulation lightning was a gift from heaven for the cultivators present. The spiritual energy in this space contained demonic energy, and they had been suppressing their cultivation. Now, absorbing the power overflowing from Qingluo's tribulation lightning, one after another, they all improved their cultivation levels.

With one side gaining at the expense of the other, the demonic cultivators fared much worse. Those close to the lightning tribulation were instantly annihilated, while the powerful ones who tried to hide far away were forced to remain by the human cultivators. Although they weren't wiped out, they suffered severe injuries. The cracks that had been constantly drawing in demonic cultivators were also shrinking within the lightning tribulation, and now no more demonic cultivators were emerging. The battle was slowly coming to an end.

At this moment, thunder rumbled again from beyond the sky. However, this time the thunder was no longer a warning. Instead, as soon as the thunder sounded, the tribulation lightning struck down mercilessly. This time, the tribulation lightning was many times thicker than the last time, and it struck down one after another without any mercy, giving no one a chance to breathe. The originally gloomy sky was illuminated by the tribulation lightning into a white expanse.

Those demonic cultivators who had narrowly escaped the previous tribulation were instantly annihilated, and human cultivators also fled this devastating and world-destroying tribulation. The entire sky was empty except for Qingluo undergoing her tribulation. The demoness had sensed something was wrong the moment she saw Qingluo swallow the dragon pearl and the dragon soul. During the first tribulation, Ning Fengxu noticed Qingluo's vulnerability and she fled without hesitation through the torn spatial rift. Ning Fengxu didn't pursue her, turning instead to swiftly kill the demons who hadn't managed to escape.

The human and demon cultivators on the ground, summoned by Qing Sang, hid beneath the Fusang Divine Tree. Those human cultivators who had fallen from the sky also noticed and sought refuge there. The demons, however, had nowhere to hide and were all annihilated.

Golden light points slowly rose from the Fusang Divine Tree, coalescing into a golden shield that enveloped the entire tree. The falling lightning bolts dissipated upon contact with this shield, flowing like water before merging into the ground. When Qing Sang transformed back into her original form and took root underground, she sensed that even the soil contained demonic power. She had to continue growing and deepening her roots. Even if the Ten Thousand Mountains had been invaded by demons after the Battle of Changyuan thirty thousand years ago, it had long since become a demonic realm. Therefore, it must have become like this in recent years, at least before her mother gave birth to her and returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace. So, only the surface would be polluted; the depths would be devoid of it. She continuously extended her roots deeper, and sure enough, three meters below the surface was pure soil, and ten meters below, the soil began to contain spiritual energy. Concentrating her power on the main vein and extending further, she discovered an underground vein rich in spiritual energy. No wonder the soil here is polluted; the grassland, which should be rotting, still looks so lush.

She happily and quickly absorbed the power from the earth's veins, nourishing herself from the roots, allowing her to grow more luxuriantly and securely under the tree, seemingly covering half the grassland from a distance.

The giant tree echoed the black dragon in the sky.

This tribulation lightning struck with overwhelming force, relentlessly beating down on Qingluo. The first strike alone caused his incredibly hard black scales to bristle. The second and third followed in quick succession. A rain of blood fell from the sky, sizzling on the surrounding grass—the venom of the Xuan Snake. There were a total of eighty-one such tribulation lightning strikes.

Even junior disciples who had never undergone a tribulation could sense that Heaven seemed unwilling to allow the dragon race to be reborn, and that this tribulation lightning was aimed at destroying them.

The fourth lightning bolt arrived together with a golden light that surged from the ground. The golden light instantly healed Qingluo's torn and bleeding body, and the lightning bolt split open again.

This golden light was the result of Qing Sang absorbing the power from the earth's veins and fusing it with the healing power condensed by the Tree of Life. The life force helped Qing Luo recover from his injuries, and the abundant spiritual energy contained within instantly restored his strength to fight the next tribulation lightning. The power leaking from the tribulation lightning was then absorbed back into the ground through the light barrier and then absorbed by Qing Sang, forming a virtuous cycle. The subsequent tribulation lightning was not as difficult to deal with as the previous ones.

But perhaps sensing the help of others, the tribulation lightning intensified and struck down fiercely. Qing Sang was also affected, and after enduring more than a dozen bolts of lightning, the leaves on her body began to fall in a rustling sound. Just as Qing Sang was about to muster all her strength to resist again, she suddenly felt a continuous flow of spiritual energy coming from her branches. It turned out that the human and demon cultivators who had been protected by Qing Sang, and who felt the leaves falling more violently as the tribulation lightning grew stronger with each strike, had spontaneously placed their hands on the trunk of the divine tree, transferring their power to Qing Sang. One person's strength is insignificant, but when everyone works together, that power is not to be underestimated.

Qing Sang lived up to everyone's trust, condensing all its power into a sphere of light in its canopy. With a flick of a branch, it launched the sphere into the air, enveloping Qing Luo within it. This power was not merely a condensation of spiritual energy, but also the condensation of everyone's willpower; even the Heavenly Dao could not ignore it. This sphere of light forcefully withstood the subsequent eighty-one tribulation lightning bolts for Qing Luo. In the end, the entire light shield became so thin that it seemed it could shatter at the slightest touch, absolutely unable to withstand the final tribulation lightning bolt. And this final one was undoubtedly the strongest.

As expected, the final bolt of lightning was much thicker than the previous ones, shattering the protective barrier in an instant. Even Qing Sang's own protective barrier couldn't withstand the onslaught and crumbled. She quickly withdrew her physical form, gathering her last bit of strength to take out her whip and leap to meet the lightning. In a daze, it seemed as if a shadow followed her, walking alongside her. Then, sure enough, a figure stepped out from within, wielding a black staff, gathering the frost power of heaven and earth to meet the lightning. At the same time, a resounding phoenix cry rang out, and Ning Fengxu revealed her true form, her entire body engulfed in phoenix flames, also rushing towards the lightning.

Flames and frost; red and black—four forces converged from four directions in the sky, meeting the tribulation lightning together.

"boom"

The collision and explosion of energy caused the entire world to tremble. As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of white, and all that could be heard was silence; everything seemed to have been wiped clean by this power.

Once everyone regained their hearing, a long, resounding dragon roar echoed through the sky. Although their eyesight hadn't yet returned, just hearing that sound brought tears to their eyes. The ancient, mysterious, and powerful dragon race! They had been resurrected!