Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The old man nodded with satisfaction and praised casually:
"Oh, in that case, it seems there really is no problem."

“Although the cultivators we invited are only at the Jindan stage, it is impossible for there to be any high-level monsters in this mountain.”

"That's it, keep moving forward."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A loud bang like the collapse of heaven and earth came from high in the sky, followed by a continuous rumbling sound.

The nearby sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a whistling sound rolled in.

The entire sky suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if it was shrouded in darkness.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

The old man was caught off guard by this sudden change before he even had time to close the curtains.

He frowned, raised his hand and suddenly knocked on the car three times - this was the signal for an emergency stop!

The animal cart paused and then stopped immediately.

The old man pushed open the door and got off the animal cart, appearing on the flat ground outside the car. Then he also looked up to the sky where the top of the giant mountain was, and his face suddenly changed!

"Heavenly disaster!"

He exclaimed, his voice full of surprise and uncertainty.

"There are cultivators going through a heavenly tribulation! It's a little strange, it doesn't seem like a small heavenly tribulation, but it doesn't seem like a big heavenly tribulation either..."

It turned out that a thrilling celestial phenomenon was taking place in the sky above the distant mountaintops—electric snakes dancing wildly, thunder roaring…

All this indicates that there is a monk who is going through a life-and-death test, trying to break through his own limits and move towards a higher realm!

For ordinary people, such a scene might just be a spectacular natural phenomenon, but for cultivators like the old man, it means something more.

Opportunity or challenge? Survival or destruction?
Faced with such a shocking scene, the old man fell into deep thought.

The people around were also shocked by this powerful aura and stopped.

Looking up at the sky, my heart is filled with awe and anticipation...

I saw that the top of the huge mountain in the distance had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Arcs of gold and silver electricity appeared and jumped in the clouds, and a dull rumbling sound came from there.

And slightly below the dark clouds, gusts of misty hurricanes were howling violently.

It kept hitting the top of the mountain, causing rocks to collapse and trees to fly everywhere, as if it was the end of the world.

At this time, the entire convoy stopped, and the knights stared in amazement at this spectacle that they might never witness in their lifetime, as if they were fixed by a spell.

However, several people in the other animal carts flew into the air, circled briefly, and then flew towards the old man, like tired birds returning to their nests.

"Master Huo, take a look, which senior is playing with fire to survive the heavenly tribulation?"

"You old man, you have sharp eyes, please help us take a look, what kind of heavenly tribulation is this, it doesn't look like a minor heavenly tribulation."

"Could it be that some great man in the Void Refinement Stage is living in seclusion in the mountains and is preparing a powerful move?"

The person who spoke was a handsome young man in a yellow robe. He looked like a curious baby eager to learn, and it was obvious that he was the "leader" of this group of people.

He flew swiftly to the old man and spoke respectfully.

But there was a hint of uncontrollable excitement in his tone, as if he was about to witness an invincible miracle in the universe in the next second.

It's not his fault. In the spiritual world, cultivators above the Nascent Soul level are even rarer than giant pandas. It's as difficult as ascending to heaven to see one. If you meet one, you can buy a lottery ticket.

"This is not a great calamity. I was fortunate enough to witness a real great calamity once."

"The thunder that fell from the sky was all purple and gold, just like a special effect."

"It was so powerful that it could blow the sky apart. It was like the thunder of destruction."

The old man was like a knowledgeable veteran, shaking his head like a rattle and speaking in a very decisive manner.

"But the lightning of the minor heavenly tribulation shouldn't be gold or silver. According to our sect's experience, it should be blue lightning."

"We have witnessed our master's elders transcend tribulations several times. How could they be wrong? It's like witnessing the truth with our own eyes."

The young man in yellow robe had a strange look on his face and spoke as if he had discovered a new continent.

"This heavenly tribulation looks much more severe than the average minor heavenly tribulation, and it is unlikely to be the tribulation of a demon beast's transformation."

"The thunder from the sky when the demon beast transformed itself was as white as a silver snake running around. I still remember that scene vividly."

The old man's brows were furrowed, and his expression was so serious as if he was solving a world problem. It seemed that he was also a little confused.

I was confused about "Who am I, where am I, and what is this natural disaster?"

Seeing that Old Huo looked confused, these Jindan cultivators were like deflated balloons, with disappointment almost overflowing from their faces, like eggplants hit by frost.

At this moment, the hurricane in the sky seemed to have taken stimulants, growing stronger and stronger, and the huge mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles were tormented by howling winds.

The dark clouds pressed down like a pot lid. Ordinary people couldn't even stand steadily on flat ground. It felt like the end of the world was coming. The wind was blowing so hard that it seemed to blow everyone into outer space.

Old Huo's eyes rolled, and like a calm commander, he waved his hand and ordered the convoy to form a circle on the spot.

Quietly waiting for the mysterious monk to complete his tribulation, just like waiting for a storm to pass before going out for a walk.

There were bursts of thunder in the distant sky, like beating drums, and then golden and silver arcs of lightning ran around like crazy.

At first there were only a few sparse ones, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a rainstorm, densely packed together, falling down. The scene was as if a river in the sky had burst its banks and flooded the Golden Mountain.

A strange thing happened. A silver arc of electricity struck the top of the mountain. With a loud bang, it exploded into balls of dazzling silver light.

The top of the mountain was like a shoddy construction, with a large section cut off all at once, as if it had been cut by a kitchen knife.

As soon as the golden electric arc touched the top of the mountain, it disappeared in a flash like a ghost, so eerie that it made people feel cold on their backs.

Then, there was a continuous rumbling sound in the belly of the mountain, as if firecrackers were being set off. The noise felt even more violent than the thunder on the top of the mountain.

This scene frightened Huo Lao and several Jindan cultivators who were watching from afar. They stared with their eyes wide open, like sentinels being ambushed. What on earth were those golden arcs?

When stones hit it, they are like paper, with no resistance at all, and go straight towards the person being robbed.

This weirdness, like a mysterious treasure, is incomprehensible. Could it be a new type of calamity that has never been seen before?
Just when everyone was wondering in their hearts, Yan Yun's figure flashed and flew out from the mountain.

Face the dazzling thunder.

Yan Yun was extremely fast and reached the mountainside in an instant, with golden light surging around him.

When Huo Lao and the others saw it, they knew it was as clear as a mirror, and they knew that Yan Yun was the great cultivator who had transcended the tribulation here. However, they were also wondering if this person was chased away by the golden sky thunder and could no longer stay in the belly of the mountain.

I ran out to get some fresh air, but I still felt that I could do more in an open space. It was like facing a life decision, it was unpredictable.

In the blink of an eye, the golden and silver arcs of electricity that had been violently striking the mountain seemed to have become human.

With a "whoosh", it changed direction and chased after the green light, as ferociously as a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

A long howl came from the green light, like that of a hero in a martial arts novel.

Immediately afterwards, a green light flashed above the figure's head, and a huge tripod emerged like magic.

The lid of the tripod opened with a "clatter", as if a mysterious treasure box was opened.

Dense black hair flew out from inside like flowers scattered by a fairy, and in the blink of an eye, it covered half of the sky tightly, as if a piece of blue sky was supported.

Wherever the green hair passed, silver arcs of electricity were sucked into the giant cauldron as if they were sucked in by a vacuum cleaner.

But those golden arcs seemed to have invisibility, and they ignored the black hair as if it was nothing, and just struck straight at the human figure, as if penetrating a phantom, making it impossible to defend against.

"Good, good, good!"

The figure in the green light was obviously also surprised.

However, this man was also a generous person. Not only did he not panic, but he burst into laughter like a heroic knight.

Suddenly, the figure rubbed his hands together like twisting a dough stick, and then raised them into the air. After a "crackling" sound, two golden arcs as thick as bowls flashed out like the Flash's discharge.

Then it separated with a "whoosh" and turned into a huge electric net hanging above the head, shining like a golden skynet.

In an instant, the two golden arcs intertwined together, making crackling sounds like fireworks.

Then with a "bang", they all disappeared at the same time, leaving countless slender golden arcs dancing, decorating the sky above the figure like a dreamland, very gorgeous.

Huo Lao and the others were stunned as they watched, as if they were frozen in a spell, and it took them a long time to recover.

There are many people in the spiritual world who practice thunder-attributed skills, but ordinary lightning will be destroyed when it encounters heavenly thunder.

That would be like an egg hitting a stone. Not only would it be unable to stop the thunder, but it would also be sucked back by the thunder, bringing bad luck to the owner. It would be like playing with fire and getting burned. It would be very miserable.

The monk in front of him who was undergoing the tribulation was quite good. The thunder-attributed magical power he cultivated looked like twins of the thunder of the heavenly tribulation.

You dare to confront me head-on and use lightning to resist the thunder from the sky.

This is so courageous, it's simply incomparable. No one has ever heard of anyone who dares to do this. It's like challenging the world champion, so arrogant.

However, the golden and silver arcs falling from the dark clouds in the sky seemed endless and it took only the time of burning an incense stick.

Not only did it not stop, but it became thicker and thicker, like a balloon being blown up. It was very scary, and it was almost as thick as a python.

At this moment, the figure in the green light looked a little embarrassed, and the giant cauldron above his head seemed to have reached its limit in absorbing the silver electric arcs.

The amount of black hair that was sprayed out became less and less, and the speed of collecting the silver arcs slowed down to a snail's pace, like an athlete with insufficient stamina, and was a little overwhelmed.

As a result, a large number of silver electric arcs seized the opportunity and "crackled" onto the golden net below.

The already struggling power grid was like a shaky old house and was about to fall apart.

Several Jindan cultivators looked at each other, as if they were discussing national affairs. The yellow-robed young man who was leading the group was so anxious that he kept muttering:
"This is definitely not an ordinary minor calamity. Even if it is a calamity after reaching the Great Completion of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, it would probably only be this powerful!"

"No, I think I've heard people talk about this kind of calamity before..."

Old Huo looked at the scene of the heavenly tribulation and suddenly slapped his head and spoke as if he remembered some trivial matter.

"Mr. Huo, are you serious?"

When the yellow-robed young man heard this, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he stared at Huo Lao eagerly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Yes, I did hear someone say that, but it was so long ago that my brain got a little rusty and I can't remember it right away. It's like my memory has been sealed."

The old man frowned, looking as if he was thinking hard, as if he was exploring the mysteries of the universe, he was so serious.

After all, he is not a cultivator. As he gets older, some unimportant things seem to be blurred by the butcher knife of time and he can't remember them clearly.

Several Jindan cultivators felt anxious as if they were being scratched by a cat.

But this Old Huo was a top-level body cultivator whose strength was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even though the others were extremely anxious, they did not dare to urge him on. They acted as if they were in awe of a great god and did not even dare to breathe.

"Oh no, that senior can't hold on any longer!"

A Jindan cultivator looked at the distant sky like a frightened bird and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.

When the others heard this, they turned their heads to look as if their butts were on fire. Even Huo Lao subconsciously stopped thinking and raised his head suddenly like a sleeping lion awakened by the alarm clock.

The golden and silver lightning falling from the dark clouds was like magic. The electric arcs disappeared in an instant and turned into lightning balls as big as heads.

The gold and silver colors intertwined, floating down like a fairy scattering flowers, like a dreamy flower rain. It was beautiful, but also very deadly.

The power of this lightning ball is much greater than the previous electric arcs, and it falls down densely.

The giant tripod finally couldn't bear it anymore, and began to whine "buzzingly", and then the black hair stopped spraying, like a wounded bird.

With a "whoosh", it shrank to the size of a fist, and with a flash of light, it went into the body of the figure below and disappeared, as if it had lost a battle and was running away.

It was obvious that this baby was seriously injured, like a wounded soldier, and his fighting power was greatly reduced.

In this way, golden arcs continued to flow out of the figure's hands.

But the power grid, like an overloaded truck, could not hold on any longer. It began to break into pieces with a crackling sound, like a broken spider web. It was a horrible sight.

Just when everyone thought that this monk who was undergoing tribulation was going to die, he was "cracked" by the heavenly tribulation.

The figure snorted coldly, like an angry lion.

I raised my hand and touched the back of my head, and a large gray glow rushed up into the sky from behind my head like a rocket taking off.

Then he opened his mouth and spit out a black hill about an inch in size, like a magic trick, very magical.
The gray glow swept across the densely packed thunder balls in the sky, and something magical happened.

No matter what color the lightning ball was, once it was hit by the rosy glow, it seemed to be frozen in place, and it immediately stopped in the air, floating in the air.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was holding them up, as if they were imprisoned by a mysterious force.

The gray glow can only do so much against the thunder ball and can't go any further.

But the thunder balls that kept falling from the sky, once they fell into the sunset glow, were like being trapped in a cycle, with the same fate. (End of this chapter)