Born with immortal seed

Chapter 751 Announcing to the World, Transforming into a Divine Sword Immortal

"What a magnificent calamity that has passed!"

A strong warning rose in Bai Zichen's heart; a great crisis was about to befall him.

Even after scanning the area twice with his Yin-Yang Eyes, Zhulong failed to find any clues.

But his expression changed drastically, and with a stomp of his foot, his body inexplicably disappeared.

It is neither an escape technique nor a supernatural ability to conceal oneself, but rather a state of being neither close nor distant, making it impossible to say where one is.

An invisible heavenly tribulation suddenly crashed down, instantly turning the spot where Bai Zichen stood into dust.

Mountains, rocks, grass, and trees all became the most fundamental particles, permeating the air.

The originally steep mountain peaks have been transformed into flat land in the mountains.

Even in the void, one cannot escape the ravages of the heavenly tribulation, with numerous spatial rifts appearing, as if one had returned to the chaotic state before the creation of the world.

The turbulent and chaotic void currents are comparable to the perils of the ascension process, capable of shattering any Nascent Soul cultivator who is not adequately prepared.

A moment later, Bai Zichen reappeared in the same spot, his body damp but unharmed.

“Tracing back to the past, returning to the old days, directly tracing back to the beginning of time… The final heavenly tribulation actually wiped out the solemn tribulation of the past, thus the tribulation clouds disappeared!”

Bai Zichen finally understood where the warning signs in his heart came from.

The heavenly tribulation has not yet ceased, but the tribulation clouds have already dispersed. In addition, since this solemn tribulation has never appeared in the eyes of the world before, people can easily fall victim to it if they are caught off guard.

Even someone with his strength, capable of reversing the fate of a Nascent Soul cultivator, had to exert all his strength to survive the first eight rounds of Heavenly Tribulation.

The final tribulation is so unpredictable; it's unimaginable what kind of cultivator would be able to overcome it.

This solemn tribulation of the past had no intention of leaving any chance of survival for those undergoing tribulation; it seemed to have been created solely to destroy all cultivators.

Bai Zichen felt a wave of fear, but fortunately he was decisive enough to listen to his heart and activate the Stepping on Time technique instead of trying to defend himself with other means.

If you hesitated even a moment longer, you would be buried in the rubble along with the mountain peaks.

Those who perish in the heavenly tribulation will have their souls destroyed, and even a remnant of their souls cannot survive in the world.

This supernatural power is not something acquired through cultivation; it comes from the Great Dao and cannot be taught to others.

Only by reaching an extremely profound level of mastery in the Great Dao can one comprehend similar divine abilities. Ordinary cultivators often only begin to show signs of such abilities after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

These supernatural abilities are the true trump cards of Nascent Soul cultivators, which they will never reveal to the outside world until their death.

Without the possibility of passing on knowledge and instruction, there is no need to record it on jade slips and pass it on to future generations.

To possess two Great Dao Divine Powers at the Nascent Soul stage can only be attributed to benefiting from the Great Dao of Time.

To escape into the river of time is to temporarily step out of the real world and take a temporary place on this river.

Even if the world outside were to end, this breath would be absolutely safe.

The strongest strike of the ninth round of heavenly tribulation landed in empty space, reducing its power by at least 30%, and by the time it turned around and attacked again, there was already time to prepare.

"This sword strike severs all ties with the past, summarizing my more than three hundred years of cultivation... Whether I live or die, it will be decided by the sword!"

The essence of time was concentrated on the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword. Bai Zichen swung the sword backhand, condensing all the essence of his swordsmanship.

The seemingly ordinary sword light collided with the Heavenly Tribulation halfway through its descent, unleashing the most dazzling and magnificent sword light, the wonder of which defies description.

Like a sword thrust from a certain point in the long river of time, like a gazelle's horns hanging from a tree, it is something that never comes to mind.

It's like a sword strike that has been practiced countless times and is always the most correct, moving towards the standard answer.

Like a sword that can reach the other shore, it contains the most beautiful expectations.

The light of time and the solemnity of the past lingered in the air. The wind and rain ceased, the air stilled, and an unspeakable silence descended.

This silent scene lasted for more than ten breaths before it changed with a cry of pain from the little purple sword spirit.

The Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword was undamaged, but its spirit was affected by the heavenly tribulation, taking another step back and sealing itself off.

Having already fallen from grace, the Little Purple Sword Spirit is actually the most unstable compared to other fifth-tier flying swords.

However, no opponent has ever been able to push the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword into a desperate situation. Regardless of whether Bai Zichen can win or not, his flying sword will definitely not be inferior in terms of grade.

It wasn't until he encountered the legendary Solemn Calamity of the Past that he met his match and his weaknesses were exposed.

Without the sword spirit, the power of the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword was greatly reduced, and it was instantly suppressed by the solemn calamity of the past.

Fortunately, the light of the Time Sword had already worn away most of the Heavenly Tribulation's power. Bai Zichen's face turned fierce as he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead faced the attack head-on.

The surrounding environment is being changed by the solemn calamity of the past, and the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.

This kind of tribulation was much more strenuous than the most intense battle, and even Bai Zichen, who hadn't felt exhausted in a long time, felt vaguely uneasy.

Snapped!
The sword light flashed, only managing to deflect the surface; the solemn calamity of the past struck the body head-on.

A hole suddenly appeared in his chest, where flesh and bones had all disappeared, and he could even see the scenery behind him.

Snapped!
This time, when it moved to the shoulder, the entire scapula disappeared, only stopping when it affected the Azure Immortal Bone.

This arm bone is the Hundred Poisons Green Scale Bone, which became even more eerie and green after being scraped by the Heavenly Tribulation.

In the following time, Bai Zichen developed seven or eight wounds on his body, and he was swaying precariously. He reached out and touched the Undying Cave True Bone, which was also exposed to the air.

With the power of his immortal bones, his physical body rapidly reassembled, almost returning to its peak condition.

However, many hidden dangers can still be detected inside, and it is not as normal as it appears on the outside.

But as long as you can get through the Heavenly Tribulation, these are all minor problems. The power of creation after becoming a deity can instantly make you full of energy even if you only have a breath left.

If one fails to transcend the tribulation, then no matter how well the physical body is protected, it will be useless.

"Here we go again! This round of heavenly tribulation contains nearly a hundred spiritual lights. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be blasted to death and returned to the Primordial Beginning, leaving no trace of their body."

At this point, Bai Zichen added even more subtlety to each of his sword strikes, dissecting the heavenly tribulation as if he were a master butcher dissecting an ox.

A hundred years of sword training might not yield as much progress in swordsmanship as it does in just a few days.

Seeing that he had extinguished the last ray of heavenly tribulation light, Bai Zichen showed a relieved smile.

But then he saw the void in front of him surging, and three more beams of heavenly tribulation light shot out from nowhere, bombarding him one after the other.

"puff!"

A large hole appeared in Bai Zichen's chest. Without thinking, he simultaneously twisted his fingers.

With a crisp finger click, the body swayed strangely, as if someone had pulled it forward a frame, and the terrifying, ever-expanding hole disappeared as if it had never existed.

But two more beams of heavenly tribulation light followed closely behind, and once again they felt death approaching.

Xiao Bai's nascent soul subconsciously summoned the Supreme Pure Micro Sword Box to block in front of him. All the flying swords, exhausted or asleep, fell down. Including the forcibly upgraded Zhu Xue, a total of twelve fifth-order flying swords.

Only this flying sword carrier remains; it should be able to block it for a while.

He could only gamble on surviving the Heavenly Tribulation's spiritual light and holding out until the solemn tribulation truly ended, after which everything would be fine once he advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

Ding!Ding!
The last two beams of heavenly tribulation light struck the sword box, producing a clear sound. The immense force sent him flying, crashing into the ruins of the mountain amidst the dust and smoke.

"Hahaha! God, what can you do to me!"

Bai Zichen collapsed to the ground, feeling as if every bone in his body was broken, yet he laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face, before coughing as he pulled at his sternum.

The Supreme Pure and Subtle Sword Box remained unscathed from the final two blows of the Solemn Calamity, leaving not even a trace, and even absorbed ninety percent of the Heavenly Calamity's power.

This resulted in only the surface force remaining on Bai Zichen's body, while the Dao contained within it had long since dissipated.

How could such power possibly kill him?

Although this box has no spiritual power and no active function in fighting enemies, and can only assist in supporting the sword, it looks even more durable than the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword.

Thus, there was no reversal, and the solemn calamity of the past truly came to an end.

A few drops of rain began to fall from the sky, repairing the damage to the world caused by the tribulation of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The damaged spiritual veins were quickly repaired, the cracked ground closed up again, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth returned to normal levels... Only the peak of Rotten Axe Mountain was forever lowered, becoming the shallowest area in the sect.

The parched and cracked earth, and the forests where the flames never died out, all returned to tranquility under the nourishment of the divine rain.

An ancient gate appeared in the sky, covered with intricate patterns. The heavy and mysterious gate slowly opened, and a lofty aura emanated from it.

A series of cloud ladders, one after another, extend downwards from the gate until they reach the person undergoing tribulation.

On both sides of the cloud ladder, two flocks of cranes, blue phoenixes, phoenixes, swans, and various auspicious birds circled and danced, their songs like celestial music.

Bai Zichen struggled to lift his foot and land on the cloud ladder, whereupon a surge of pure vital energy repaired his injuries.

Taking another step forward, the divine consciousness, which had already crystallized into divine sense, advanced further, and with a loud boom, it completely exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The boundaries expanded wildly, and after a quarter of an hour, the range of divine sense had doubled to nine hundred miles.

As they continued to ascend, their physical body, true essence, and inner sanctum—almost every dimension—were rapidly becoming stronger.

After climbing the cloud ladder, a cracking sound came from within his body, as if a door had been forcefully pushed open, and he naturally advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Qingfeng Bai Zichen has achieved the Divine Transformation Realm today, and this is hereby announced to the world... All races and beings shall obey my decree and unite to resist the Ancient Demon."

Bai Zichen turned around and spoke softly, his voice carrying outwards in waves.

First, the sound rang clearly in the ears of every cultivator near Rotten Axe Mountain, making it impossible to block it out.

All the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect and the Taibai Sword Sect were overjoyed and knelt down to kowtow to their ancestor, only the names they chanted were different.

One is "Old Ancestor Bai has attained the Nascent Soul stage and hopes to ascend to immortality soon," while the other is "Sword Lord of Time, who dominates all ages and challenges an entire generation with his sword."

"Good! Good! Good! Our Qingfeng Sect has produced a Saintly Monarch. Senior Brother Yang, have you witnessed what happened today? The achievements of the young man you admired have far exceeded your expectations!"

Ge Cang said "good" three times, his eyes reddening.

The journey from the crumbling Qingfeng Sect, which could barely maintain its territory, to the Qingfeng Clan, which possessed a Divine Sword Immortal, is a dreamlike one.

Po Jun Jian Jun did not speak, but the drastic changes in the color of his mask betrayed his emotions.

Further away, the nearby cultivators who had come to witness the Nascent Soul Tribulation also heard it and were startled.

They hurriedly and respectfully bowed, not daring to be the slightest bit impolite, for this was a living deity.

The last time a sword immortal at the Nascent Soul level appeared in the cultivation world of Zuzhou was several thousand years ago, dating back to the ancestor of the Five Phoenix Sword Sect.

Moreover, Bai Zichen is so young that he has the resources to withstand the backlash from heaven and earth and the right to be willful.

If any power truly offends him, wiping out their entire family at the cost of sacrificing a bit of his lifespan is not something that can be done casually with a single sword strike.

After performing all the proper courtesies, these people faced Rotten Axe Mountain and slowly withdrew.

Qingfeng Bai Zichen has achieved the Divine Transformation today, and this is hereby announced to the world... All races and beings shall obey my decree and unite to resist the Ancient Demon.

These words spread throughout the Eastern Region within an hour, reaching all cultivators above the Core Formation stage.

Even the announcements could be heard on the neighboring islands at sea.

Just like on Chilong Island, the Core Formation cultivators of the Fish Dragon Sect heard it clearly.

"Our ancestor has ascended to godhood! Quickly prepare the most precious gifts from the sect, I wish to pay a visit to congratulate our ancestor!"

The sect leader of the Fish Dragon Sect jumped up from his seat and waved his hand, interrupting the elders below.

His voice was strong and clear, so he wasn't worried that the elders, who usually had different thoughts and represented different factions, would raise objections.

"The Sword Lord of Time has truly become a god!"

"This is not how things should be. I said it during the war between the two races; it was only a matter of time!"

All the cultivators in the Eastern Region were discussing this matter; no matter how important their work was, it couldn't compare to the birth of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This will affect the entire cultivation world and have an impact that will last for thousands of years.

Especially someone like the Sword Lord of Time, who established his dominant position as early as the Nascent Soul stage, and whose strength no one dared to question.

After the initial surprise, everyone was able to accept the situation immediately.

After all, due to his numerous illustrious achievements, everyone felt that it was only natural for the Sword Lord of Time to become a god.

It would be a huge surprise if it were revealed that he failed his tribulation and perished under the tribulation of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"We made the right bet! Quick, go to Rotten Axe Mountain and bring back another million Time Coins!"

Jiu Shen clenched her fist and shouted loudly at the group of deacons kneeling below.

Qingfeng Bai Zichen has achieved the Divine Transformation today, and this is hereby announced to the world... All races and beings shall obey my decree and unite to resist the Ancient Demon.

Half a day later, the sound reached the Central Region, and by the time it reached this place, it was clearly the aftershock of its final phase.

Having just crossed the Ji River and traveled a hundred li further, the sound faded away, making it impossible to go any further.

"What? He's already reached the Nascent Soul stage so quickly!"

"How outrageous! Could this person really be the first cultivator to ascend to immortality in ten thousand years?!"

"It's probably true. Which Nascent Soul cultivator could achieve the same level of mastery at this age...? Perhaps this could restart the path to ascension and usher in a golden age for the cultivation world!"

Within the range of the clear sound, a large army of cultivators stood in neat formation within the Jishui camp.

Judging from the banners and designations, it was none other than the infamous Datong Army.

The cultivators were discussing it enthusiastically, seemingly unaware that they had once attacked Rotten Axe Mountain, thus incurring the enmity of the Sword Lord of Time.

This person's ascension to the position of a Divine Transformation Venerable is definitely not a good thing for the Datong Army.

Even without this incident, the addition of a Nascent Soul cultivator to the cultivation world presents a significant disadvantage to the Datong Army's plans.

In a corner of the main hall stood a young sword cultivator, solitary and seemingly unable to integrate with the others.

Hearing this news, he kept repeating it to himself, his eyes wide with fascination.

(End of this chapter)