Peach Blossom Mountain Liu Jiaxiu's Biography

Chapter 1447 Liu Fufeng's Tribulation

Seeing his wife Liu Qingying perish under the lightning tribulation, Liu Changxu felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if being stabbed with needles. After hundreds of years, he once again felt the pain of losing a loved one.

Liu Fuyu, the son, was already sobbing uncontrollably, letting out heart-wrenching cries. He staggered and rushed to his mother's mangled body, tightly embracing her gradually cooling form. Tears streamed down his face, and he let out suppressed sobs. His cries of "Mother" echoed across the empty mountaintop, breaking the hearts of all who heard them.

Liu Changxu flew to his wife Liu Qingying's side, his hand trembling as he reached out and gently stroked her already cold skin. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

Despite having the Tribulation-Crossing Pearl, a spiritual treasure that aids in transcending tribulations, Liu Qingying, his wife, still failed to transcend the tribulation and met a tragic end, dying and having her soul destroyed.

This cruel reality struck him like a heavy hammer, making him realize that even though his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of this world, and he possessed terrifying strength to chase stars and seize the moon, and destroy the world, he was ultimately unable to contend with the Heavenly Dao, and could not even take care of his closest relatives.

The majesty of the laws of heaven and earth was revealed in its entirety at this moment. He had thought that his strength was enough to withstand all risks, but faced with the merciless heavenly tribulation and the capriciousness of fate, he seemed so insignificant and powerless.

Liu Changxu closed his eyes in pain, his nails digging deep into his palms. A profound sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. He realized that even the strongest power has its untouchable boundaries.

Especially after his cultivation advanced to the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, Liu Changxu felt more and more clearly that this world was subtly rejecting him.

This feeling perfectly confirms a legend circulating among Mahayana cultivators: when a cultivator's cultivation reaches the Great Perfection of the Mahayana stage, their power will exceed the carrying capacity of this world. At that time, the laws of heaven and earth will no longer tolerate it and will be forcibly expelled, transforming into a stream of light that soars straight to the heavens, which is what people call "ascending to heaven on a cloud."

Once upon a time, ascension was the ultimate goal that countless cultivators dreamed of. But gazing at his wife's cold body, Liu Changxu felt a complex mix of emotions regarding that legendary ascension. If he couldn't even protect the person closest to him, what would be the point of breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth?
But without sufficient strength, how could he protect his family's safety? Liu Changxu gazed at the gradually dissipating tribulation clouds on the horizon, his heart filled with bewilderment.

Perhaps there is no perfect solution in this world. To protect everything, one must constantly climb to the top, but the higher one goes, the more dangerous the rules of nature and unknown risks become. If one is content with the status quo, one cannot escape the law of the jungle and will eventually be swallowed up by the storm.

As their thoughts raced, Wu Xuege, Duan Yuwei, Murong Yuyao, Yang Yuxuan, Zhao Qier, Dongxue, Su Yue'e, Zhao Qingxia, Su Jinxiu, Li Zhenxin, and Lian'er all rushed over. Upon seeing Liu Qingying's body on the ground, the women all burst into tears.

Liu Changxu quickly stopped crying and began to arrange Liu Qingying's funeral.

Given Liu Changxu's current powerful position among the human race on Taibai Star, after the news spread, the three major holy lands of the human race and other top cultivation forces sent heavyweight representatives to offer their condolences.

The entire funeral was extremely grand and lasted for seven days before it ended.

After burying his wife Liu Qingying, Liu Changxu stood before her tombstone and began to rethink the meaning of cultivation.

Now, given his wives' current cultivation levels, they all possess lifespans exceeding ten thousand years, and their ages are at most around two thousand years. Therefore, there's no need to worry about their lifespans for the next few thousand years. So, is it still necessary for him to urge them to continue their cultivation?
However, he knew very well that cultivation was inherently a defying fate, a struggle against destiny. A single step behind meant falling behind at every turn; the slightest slackening could stagnate one's cultivation, even leading to being surpassed by those who came later, ultimately losing one's foothold in the cruel world of cultivation. It was precisely because he understood this that he constantly urged his wife and children to cultivate diligently. He had warned them more than once that the path to enlightenment was long and arduous, allowing no room for complacency; today's slackening might become tomorrow's fatal flaw. He hoped they could possess enough power to protect themselves and also contribute to the strength of their family.

But now, Liu Qingying's departure is like a thorn stuck in his heart. Even though he tried his best to urge himself on and protect her, he ultimately couldn't withstand the capriciousness of fate. This contradiction and powerlessness made him stare at the name on the tombstone, momentarily unsure whether his past persistence was right or wrong.

This question lingered in his mind, and he never found an answer until two months later, when his son Liu Fufeng faced the tribulation of heaven.

That morning, a gentle breeze wafted through the pavilion atop Peach Blossom Mountain, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers. Liu Changxu was sitting with Wu Xuege, Murong Yuyao, and other women, enjoying tea and chatting.

As they chatted and laughed, they suddenly noticed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them was converging towards a sacred mountain not far away, and even the tea in the teacups in the pavilion rippled slightly.

"It's Feng'er! He's about to undergo his tribulation!"

Lian'er, who had been worried about her son's seclusion, suddenly stood up, her tone filled with urgency and tension:
"Husband, we must hurry over there to protect him!"

A glint flashed in Liu Changxu's eyes as he sensed the familiar aura emanating from the direction of Mount Ling—a sign of his son Liu Feng's breakthrough. He immediately stood up, reached out and grasped Lian'er's slightly cool hand, and said in a deep voice:
"go!"

Before the words were even finished, the two figures transformed into two streaks of light, instantly tearing through the void and speeding towards Mount Ling. The other wives did not hesitate either, transforming into streaks of light and following closely behind.

When Liu Changxu and his wives landed on the summit of a mountain not far from where Liu Fufeng was in seclusion, the sky was completely covered by thick, dark clouds. Lightning flashed in the dark, inky clouds, and even the surrounding light dimmed. A sense of oppressive impending rain permeated the air.

In a short while, Liu Fufeng stood atop the mountain peak. He wore a set of shimmering golden armor, the runes engraved on the armor plates shining brightly in the dim light, with a faint protective aura flowing around him.

His left hand steadily held a small golden pagoda, about the size of a palm, its layers exuding a heavy and steady aura.

The wind howled, whipping his robes and hair, yet he stood tall and straight as a pine tree, his face resolute as steel, like a golden-armored god descending to earth, gazing sternly at the gloomy sky.

Lian'er gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyes fixed on the mountaintop, her palms already damp with sweat. After what happened with Liu Qingying, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

At the summit, Liu Fufeng took a deep breath and circulated his magical power to its limit. The small golden pagoda suddenly expanded and quickly transformed into a colossal tower that reached the heavens, hanging above his head.

In just a few breaths, a silver divine lightning bolt, as tall as a pillar of heaven, tore through the thick dark clouds like a sharp sword, and crashed down with earth-shattering, terrifying divine power, striking Liu Fufeng at the summit of Mount Ling.