Immortals of the End Times

"boom!"

The Nascent Soul Tribulation suddenly descends!
Zhao Wuji's mind trembled violently as countless inner demonic illusions surged forth like a tidal wave, transforming into a rolling black tide that swept in.

The first thing to appear was the hideous face of the Demon Lord, twisted like a demon, with soul-devouring ghost fire dancing in its eerie green pupils, and its withered lips splitting to its ears, revealing gleaming fangs: "Junior, I will make you pay with your life!"

"Ancestor Tiannan! Restore my path to enlightenment!"

A thunderous roar shook the very soul, and Zhou Wu, the head of the Zhou family, arrived through the air clad in black iron armor.

A battle sword stirred up the wind and clouds, the cold light emanating from its blade tearing cracks in his sea of ​​consciousness, his eyes filled with mad hatred.

"You villain! Give me back my heart!"

Lu Xianghan, the head of the Lu family, appeared to be insane, with a bloody, hollow hole in his chest.

The phantoms of numerous Nascent Soul True Monarchs simultaneously attacked.

These are all enemies whose nascent souls and spirits he devoured, now transformed into karmic entanglements and inner demons!

"You were all my defeated foe in life, and now you think you can cause trouble after death?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, and his cold snort exploded like thunder, "Get lost!"

The six divine rings between the eyebrows of the little golden man's primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lit up, and the dazzling golden light of the exorcism technique was like the sun soaring in the sky.

Wherever the golden light passed, demons and monsters retreated.

The illusory image that invaded the sea of ​​consciousness melted away inch by inch amidst the scorching sun, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

"Long!"

The calamity clouds shifted again.

An even more violent hallucination of inner demons descends.

The void in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to twist and collapse, and seven dazzling starlight pierced the sky!
He wore a yellow Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind, and descended from the heavens with mysterious steps.

With each step, one of the Nine Tripod Cauldrons of Yu the Great crashed to the ground, its legs sinking into the void and creating ripples.

The seven cauldrons were arranged in the formation of the Big Dipper, and the inscriptions on the cauldrons lit up one after another, like the stars in the sky hanging upside down. The vast pressure caused the space within a thousand feet to crack like glass.

"You brat, how dare you steal my Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great! Today is your death day!"

Huang Shang's beard bristled with anger, and his withered hand suddenly pressed down.

The seven cauldrons trembled simultaneously, and torrents of seven colors gushed forth from their mouths.

The Jizhou Cauldron suppressed the flow of fortune, the Xuzhou Cauldron melted all things, and the Yuzhou Cauldron caused mountains to collapse.
Seven completely different forces of heaven and earth condensed in the void into a chaotic millstone, intending to grind Zhao Wuji into dust!

"You old ghost?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled, and suddenly the Azure Yang Twin Cauldrons erupted from his sea of ​​consciousness.

A thunderbird cries out amidst the storm clouds and wind patterns on the Qingzhou Ding.

The Yangzhou tripod features a dragon-shaped ornament on its handles, with water dragons roaring angrily.

The combined energy of the two cauldrons created a half-scale map of mountains and seas above their heads, temporarily blocking the seven cauldrons that were hurtling towards them.

"The nine cauldrons you possess will eventually become my wedding gown!"

His eyes flashed with golden light, "Uncle Yan is helping you on the surface, but in reality he has long been one of my people. He is just using you to help me seize the cauldron."

"Exorcise the spirits!"

The six divine rings between his brows suddenly lit up, and the dazzling golden light condensed into a giant sword that could cleave the heavens.

Where the sword passed, the seven cauldrons of chaos crumbled like an avalanche, and the illusion of Huang Shang shattered inch by inch in horror!
"Crack!!"

At this moment, the third change came without warning, and even Zhao Wuji did not react to it so quickly.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, it was as if the entire sky suddenly shattered like a mirror, and from beyond the nine heavens came the chilling sound of flesh being torn apart.

A single, bloodshot, menacing eye emerged from the crack.

Deep within the enormous pupils, the rise and fall of numerous dynasties and the churning torrent of history seem to be reflected.

The cold and vast will of Heaven pressed down like ten thousand mountains.

"Uh!"

Zhao Wuji was greatly shocked, and the golden primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness immediately made a cracking sound as it could not bear the weight.

But what's even more terrifying is...
"Hand over the Yin-Yang Pearl!"

The scraping sound of chains, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, emanated from the swirling, murky yellow mist.

Seven figures entwined with Netherworld Iron Chains broke through the boundary and arrived.

Each link of those chains was engraved with immortal seals such as 'seal,' 'suppress,' and 'forbidden,' and the places where they were wrapped even left dark cracks in the void.

As the leader raised his hand, a powerful spiritual force swept out like a cold tide from the depths of hell, causing Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness to tremble violently, as if it were about to explode!

"We saw through all your Earthly Fiend Techniques clearly!"

The hoarse whisper exploded directly in his mind, and Zhao Wuji felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave upon hearing it.

It was as if all his life's secrets had been seen by that single eye.

The inheritance of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Techniques, the secrets of the Yin-Yang Pearl, and even the illusory image of the Jianmu tree in the inner realm—all have nowhere to hide!

These are secrets he has always absolutely refused to let anyone discover.

"How could this be? A triple tribulation of intent?"

Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth, but the golden light in his eyes grew even brighter.

Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can only overcome one level of inner demons during tribulation, but he has overcome three levels in a row. This heavenly tribulation seems to want to destroy his soul and spirit!
Could this be the tribulation that the three Golden Core cultivators must face to achieve Nascent Soul status?

"Exorcise the spirits! Capture the soul!"

Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit suddenly burst forth with golden light, and the six divine rings between his brows exploded like a blazing sun.

The golden light that drove away the spirits transformed into a magnificent canopy that descended, while the soul-capturing chains, like dragons emerging from the abyss, intertwined in the sea of ​​consciousness to form a net that stretched from heaven to earth.

The Heavenly Dao's will, emanating from the single eye of the Heavenly Dao, collided with the golden light, sparking blinding starlight.

The chains and the netherworld iron chains intertwined, producing a sickening metallic twisting sound.

"Crack!"

Seven figures bound by iron chains suddenly tore through the golden net, their withered claws like hooks aimed straight for the vital points of the primordial spirit.

At this critical moment.
"Here comes the sword!!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and deep within his pupils, it seemed as if a silver river of sword light was hanging upside down, with the phantom of a nine-leaf sword grass swaying gracefully in his eyes.

"Zheng!!"

The inner realm of the dantian trembled violently, and the dormant sword shadow of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass suddenly awakened.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​consciousness transformed into a boundless sword domain, with every wisp of divine consciousness bursting forth with a piercing sharpness.

In a daze, it seemed as if a gentle breeze swept across the mountain peak, and a streak of freehand sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, gracefully arrived from the other side of the river of time.

"laugh!"

A simple, unadorned sword light flashed by.

The seven figures were accompanied by the Netherworld Iron Chains, which snapped like straw.

The Heavenly Dao's single pupil suddenly contracted, and in the not-yet-fully-closed crack, the peerless sharpness that had severed countless ages was reflected.

All the figures that attacked disintegrated like bubbles.

Only a bottomless sword mark remained, imprinted in the void, radiating an ancient and undying chilling sword intent.

It's as if once upon a time, there was a white-robed swordsman who swung his sword towards the sky.

One sword, cleaving the heavens!

The intention to overcome the tribulation.

Zhao Wuji’s entire sea of ​​consciousness was cleared up, and only his primordial spirit golden body radiated boundless light, illuminating the ten directions of the void, and his aura became even stronger!
If you can't kill him, he'll only become stronger.

"Boom!"

Outside the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb, the calamity clouds suddenly boiled.

The vast sky transformed into a thunderous pool, with cyan and purple lightning pythons slithering wildly through the clouds.

The calamity clouds rolled furiously, and the world-destroying heavenly punishment, intertwined with three layers of thunder and fire, was like a giant dragon reaching out its claws, illuminating the entire sword tomb as bright as day!

The Demon Roc Sect Master, who was flying back from not far away, suddenly had all his feathers explode as if he had been electrocuted!

“What, what is this.?!”

His pupils contracted, and he saw the vast sky crack like a mirror, and the tribulation clouds boiling like an ink sea, instantly obscuring the waning moon and sword light!

The cyan-purple lightning python roamed wildly among the clouds, each bolt of lightning like a heavenly sword cleaving down, illuminating the entire sky as if it were the end of the world!

"A Nascent Soul Tribulation?! Our Lord is actually breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage?! But the extent of this tribulation cloud..."

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes suddenly shrank to needle size.

When an ordinary cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, the tribulation clouds only extend for a hundred miles.

But the calamity clouds before our eyes have covered the entire sky for thousands of miles!
"This isn't a Nascent Soul Tribulation. It's as if even the heavens themselves are trying to destroy him!"

"There shouldn't be anyone as powerful as him in the entire Nine Provinces."

"Back off, back off!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master spread his wings angrily, stirring up a violent gale, and his figure retreated wildly like a golden meteor.

He didn't dare stop until he was a thousand miles away, his golden eyes filled with horror.

"If my lord succeeds in transcending the tribulation, that's bad; if he fails..."

His beak was wide open, and his feathers were trembling slightly.

The clouds of calamity surged like an inky sea, and the sky above the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb suddenly darkened, as if a hideous rift had been torn open in the heavens.

Before the first lightning tribulation even arrived, the oppressive force of heaven and earth had already caused the outer rock walls of the sword tomb to crack, and countless broken swords trembled and hummed as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

"Thunder Tribulation!"

As Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged, he looked up, his double pupils revealing a blood-red moon that seemed to pierce through the rock wall, gazing beyond the Sword Tomb.

His aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean. His three golden cores completely collapsed, and the three-colored nascent souls within his purple mansion had already condensed. They were just waiting for the tribulation lightning to temper them before they could be fully formed.

Not far away, Yan Lan retreated again and again, her beautiful eyes filled with concern and worry.

"Boom!!"

A purple-gold lightning dragon suddenly slashed down from outside the sword mound. It was as thick as a mountain. Before the lightning even arrived, its violent power had already shaken the entire sword mound.

The ancient sword marks on the rock wall burst forth with dazzling cold light, but under the pressure of the lightning tribulation, they crumbled inch by inch, and the broken stones poured down like a torrential rain!

"Boom!!"

The first lightning tribulation descended like divine punishment, its blinding light tearing through the sky, like a giant sword cleaving the heavens, illuminating the entire Crescent Moon Sword Tomb in a ghastly white light.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, the blood moon swirling in his double pupils, dark gold battle patterns swirling around his body like dragons and snakes, and blood-fiend spiritual energy surging like raging flames. He neither dodged nor avoided, but instead bravely met the world-destroying lightning pillar head-on!

"Crack!"

Lightning surged through his body, and the violent power of thunder raged within him like an angry dragon, causing every inch of his flesh to tremble and his bones to groan under the unbearable strain.

The Azure Cauldron spinning beside him trembled. Zhao Wuji groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his fighting spirit intensified. He shouted, "Thunder tribulation tempering my body, just what I want!"

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fists tightly. Instead of using the power of the Azure Cauldron to control wind and thunder, a dim yellow flame appeared all over his body. This was the Stone Boiling Technique pushed to its limit.

The flames flowed like lava, frantically refining the heavenly lightning power that had invaded the body, turning it into pure energy that flowed into the limbs and bones.

As the lightning faded, the battle patterns around his body became even more dazzling, and his blood-fiend spiritual energy blazed like a raging fire, managing to withstand the heavenly tribulation lightning.

Boom! !
Almost without giving him a chance to catch his breath, the second lightning tribulation came one after another. It was a blood-red fire tribulation, with lightning and fire intertwined, carrying the violent fire power that could burn the sky and boil the sea as it crashed down!
Zhao Wuji let out a long roar, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword in his sleeve soared into the sky, its ice crystal patterns shining brightly.

With a single sword strike, a domain of chilling power unfolded, forming a wall of ice that forcefully froze the fire and lightning into crimson ice crystals, which then shattered with a deafening roar.

The sky was filled with ice crystals like blood rain, which made the battle patterns on his body shine even brighter. His blood-fiend spiritual energy was like a raging fire, soaring straight into the sky!
Zhao Wuji suddenly tilted his head back and took a deep breath.

"swallow!"

The crimson lightning and ice crystals, powerful enough to incinerate a nascent soul, were swallowed whole by him like a whale sucking up water!
"Zizzizi!"

The instant the lightning entered his body, blinding electric sparks burst from every pore of his body, and crimson flames spewed from all seven orifices.

"Refine!" He clenched his fists suddenly, and dark gold battle patterns on his body moved like dragons and snakes, while dim yellow flames suddenly rose on his skin.

When the Stone Boiling Technique is pushed to its limit, the flames surge like molten lava, frantically refining the Heavenly Thunder Fire that has invaded the body.

The violent energy intertwined with thunder and fire flowed like mercury under the scorching of the Dao Fire, and was then quickly refined by the ingestion technique, turning into a torrent of pure spiritual liquid that flowed into the limbs and bones and into the nascent soul.

"boom!!"

The clouds in the sky churned, as if enraged by his arrogance.

The second tribulation of lightning had just ended when the third tribulation of lightning arrived.

A hideous lightning crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and two bolts of lightning, one black and one white, descended like yin and yang dragons, containing the Dao of life and death, tearing through the void!

The black lightning was like a demonic dragon from the depths of hell, obliterating space wherever it passed, leaving behind a chilling aura of death.

The white lightning, like a divine sword of divine punishment, swept across the eight wastelands with its majestic power, bringing forth a surge of vitality.

Two bolts of lightning intertwined to form a world-destroying millstone. Even before they reached us, the terrifying pressure caused the entire sword tomb to tremble violently and the rock walls to crack!
"Well done!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly spread his arms, his sleeves billowing like a sea of ​​clouds, and countless dark gold branches burst forth from the air!

"Crash!"

The branches of the myriad demon tree clones, like raging dragons emerging from the sea, instantly intertwined to form the phantom of a towering tree.

Jianmu Tianluo!

The giant tree was covered in dark gold patterns that flowed like lava, its trunk twisted and turned like a dragon or python coiled around it, and its branches stretched out to block out the sky and the sun.

It transformed into a giant tree, thousands of feet tall, with its arms encircling the earth like a furnace, firmly protecting Zhao Wuji at its core!

"Boom!!!"

The Yin and Yang lightning bolts struck down fiercely!

Black lightning, like ink staining the sky, and death energy corroded the branches of the Jianmu tree; white lightning, like a cascading silver river, burst forth as life and destruction intertwined.

Blinding lightning exploded like a waterfall, and the patterns on the Jianmu tree flickered wildly, actually dividing and devouring the power of the lightning tribulation!
The main trunk of the demon tree clone trembled violently, and its dark gold bark cracked inch by inch, yet it rapidly healed as the Seven Emotions Demon Flower breathed and exhaled.

It is a lightning-struck tree that has undergone tribulation, making it extremely resistant to heavenly lightning!
"this!"

In the distance, Yan Lan's phoenix eyes were wide open, and her red lips were slightly parted.

She witnessed the thousand-foot-tall tree shadow withstand the heavenly tribulation, its dark golden branches bursting with brilliant sparks amidst the thunder and fire, as if forged from divine iron, actually absorbing all the world-destroying thunderous power!

"cut!"

Suddenly, the six divine wheels between Zhao Wuji's eyebrows erupted with dazzling golden light, like six great suns exploding at the same time!
The primordial spirit, a small golden man, burst forth from the body, its entire body shimmering with golden light, as if cast from crystal. Profound Dao patterns entwined around it, each pattern seemingly containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

It wielded the illusory Soul-Splitting Sword, its blade radiating a chilling light. Wherever the sword passed, the void froze inch by inch like a mirror.

"cut!"

A clear shout, like an imperial edict, and sword light, like a reversed Milky Way, fiercely cleaved the long dragon of black lightning!

The black lightning, as dark as ink, stained the sky, but it crumbled inch by inch the moment it touched the sword light, turning into countless lightning fragments scattered across the sky!

at the same time.

"swallow!"

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth as if swallowing the sea, actually taking the white lightning dragon into his sea of ​​consciousness!

"boom!!"

His sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and white lightning danced wildly like ten thousand silver snakes, raging and roaring, stirring up towering waves of soul wherever it passed!
However, the primordial spirit's golden body remained unmoved, and the six divine wheels spun like a millstone, with dazzling golden light falling like a waterfall, crushing the lightning inch by inch and refining it into pure soul power!
"Crack! Click!"

Soul power flowed like mercury, continuously pouring into the three-colored nascent soul in the center of the Purple Mansion.

The nascent soul was surrounded by surging chaotic energy, and behind it, the divine light of cyan, gold and blue intertwined like a rainbow, and under the tempering of the lightning tribulation, it solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His face was as handsome as jade, and his eyebrows and eyes were like swords, exactly the same as Zhao Wuji's original self.

The mysterious rune between his brows became clearer and clearer, faintly radiating spiritual power!

"puff!"

A trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth, but his eyes blazed with battle intent as he laughed loudly, "Yin-Yang Tribulation Lightning! Not bad."

The sound was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire sword mound.

The moment the nascent soul completely solidified.

"Om!!"

A vast spiritual power erupted like a volcano, and three-colored divine light soared into the sky, illuminating the heavenly tribulation clouds with a magnificent and dreamlike beauty!

however.

After the triple tribulation, the tribulation clouds did not dissipate; instead, they became even more violent.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed. Although he had expected it, he was still somewhat surprised.

When an ordinary person breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, they only receive three bolts of heavenly lightning.

As a result, his heavenly lightning was not only stronger, but also had more strikes.

As the fourth tribulation of lightning brewed, the entire sky suddenly split open into nine layers of light, each layer like a celestial palace opening, emitting a completely different terrifying aura!
Nine Heavens Tribulation!

Soul-Devouring Gale Sky, Bewitching Cloud Sky, Bone-Corroding Rainy Sky
The Nine Heavenly Tribulations descended like nine towering heavenly palaces, each layer targeting Zhao Wuji's vital points. The intertwined tribulation lights formed a net that sealed off all escape routes!
"The Nine Heavens!?"

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened for a moment, then relaxed again.

This was not his first time encountering the Nine Heavens; he had even simulated traversing it through the Tiannan Secret Realm.

Moreover, in the ancient celestial court phantom behind the Gate of Mysterious Female, he had once used the Immortal Summoning Technique to possess a Nascent Soul cultivator and felt the immense pressure of the Nine Heavens.

"Well done!"

He let out a long howl, and a cold glint flashed from his sleeve!

"Zheng!!"

The Soul-Splitting Frost Sword shot out like a polar rainbow piercing the sky.

The sword burst forth with a blinding blue light, instantly splitting into nine sword shadows!

Each sword strike traced the trajectory of a crescent moon, its cold light sharp and fierce, like nine crescent moons hanging in the sky, defiantly facing the tribulation of the nine heavens!

"Soul-Devouring Gale? Break!"

The first sword strike was like the rising new moon, its light as gentle as water, yet it suddenly erupted the moment it touched the gale, its chilling aura spreading like a tide, freezing the Soul-Devouring Gale inch by inch!
"Bewitching Clouds? Disperse!"

The second sword strike was like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, its sword intent as dense as a net. Where the sword's edge passed, the bewitching clouds dissipated like bubbles, and the core of the illusion was actually shattered by a single sword strike!
Nine swords crisscrossed, their cold light mingling.

Amidst the surging sword light, he suddenly realized something, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and he chanted:

"The moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and so does the sword; why can't it be perfect?"

Before the words were even finished, the nine sword shadows suddenly merged into one!

"Zheng!!"

The Cold Soul Sword Rainbow rose into the sky like a full moon, its dazzling sword light shining like the sun in the heavens!

The sword light was no longer incomplete, but completely perfect.

Like a real bright moon hanging in the sky, it actually swallowed up all the nine heavenly tribulations!
"boom!!"

The moment the sword light collided with the tribulation clouds, the entire sky cracked like a mirror, and the dazzling spiritual explosion poured down like a galaxy, illuminating the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb as if it were daytime!
The sword intent nourished the nascent soul, and the three-colored nascent soul within the Purple Mansion suddenly opened its eyes!

A crescent moon mark appeared between his brows like a brand, radiating a perfect and flawless sword intent!
Perfect sword intent, from this moment on, imprinted with divine power!
Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit remained unmoved, while the six divine rings rotated like the sun.

The remaining lightning energy darted about like silver snakes.

However, the moment it touched the primordial spirit, it was completely refined and transformed into pure soul power that resonated with the nascent soul within the body!

"Nascent Soul is completed, Yuanshen is condensed!"

Zhao Wuji stood up, his spiritual pressure rising steadily. As his Qilin robe billowed in the wind, the ground trembled beneath his feet.

"Boom!"

Outside the Sword Tomb, the calamity clouds suddenly collapsed like a black hole!
The lightning in the sky instantly condensed into a hundred-foot-long lightning pool, in which electric pythons intertwined like dragons, radiating a terrifying pressure that could destroy the world, and grinding away three feet of the surrounding rock layer of the entire sword tomb!

"This is the fifth lightning tribulation?!"

On a distant mountain peak, the Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes suddenly shrank to needles, and every feather on his body bristled!

He had personally witnessed the power of the first three lightning tribulations, which were comparable to the sixth and ninth heavenly tribulations of some Nascent Soul cultivators with extremely strong foundations. And now there was a fifth one.

"After three lightning tribulations, there's a fourth and fifth! Just what kind of monster is this master?!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master opened his beak wide and made a "coo-coo" sound from his throat.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator who had survived the Dharma-ending Age, he knew all too well what this meant.

Cultivating multiple Golden Cores simultaneously is a taboo in the Dharma-ending Age; it's impossible to achieve without sufficient resources.

Those who can attract fourfold lightning tribulations are extremely rare throughout history!
Not to mention the Five Paths!

"Back then, a senior master refined two cores, but during his tribulation, he was struck by four bolts of lightning, causing his soul to be scattered."

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden claws dug deep into the rock strata, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

I was both shocked by the extraordinary resources of this master and secretly harbored some dark expectations.

"Such a monstrous talent... if he were to die under the lightning tribulation..."

The moment this thought arose, the bird-taming runes within his primordial spirit burned like branding irons, causing his feathers to stand on end, and he hurriedly suppressed his wicked intentions.

At that moment, a glowing figure flew out of the ruins of the sword tomb.

It was none other than Zhao Wuji.

"Jianmu Tianluo!"

A loud shout exploded like a thunderclap!

"boom!!"

The void suddenly split open with a gaping hole thousands of feet wide, and dark golden blood light erupted like a volcano.

The demonic tree's clones emerged, blotting out the sky and the sun, their countless branches and vines like raging dragons emerging from the sea, instantly intertwining to form the Jianmu Heavenly Net!

The dark gold giant net of Dao patterns flowed and actually managed to contain the world-destroying Thunder Pool!

"Zizzizi!"

The violent lightning surged wildly along the branches, but was devoured by the nascent soul the moment it touched the main body!
"swallow!!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his mouth as if swallowing the sea, and his three-colored nascent souls simultaneously formed hand seals in his Purple Mansion.

The wind and thunder patterns on the Qingzhou Cauldron exploded like the blazing sun, and nine phantom thunderbirds flapped their wings and cried out, carrying the earth-shattering power of tribulation lightning as they spun wildly.

The dragon-head handles of the Yangzhou Ding were flared out, and the tidal vortexes were like an inverted Milky Way, swallowing and refining all the thunder and fire in the sky, turning them into pure spiritual liquid that surged like mercury!

"Boom!"

The raging power of the lightning tribulation flowed like rivers flowing into the sea, continuously pouring into his limbs and bones.

Each bolt of lightning that enters the body causes the bones and muscles to crack and roar like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and the flesh and blood undergo a cycle of destruction and rebirth!

In the center of the Purple Mansion, the Nascent Soul figure was sculpted from glass, its crystal-clear form shimmering with three-colored divine light.

His left arm was wrapped in the wind and thunder patterns of the Qingzhou Cauldron, each pattern seemingly with a thunder dragon moving about it.

The right arm is engraved with the tidal symbol of the Yangzhou Ding, with the leaping dragon appearing amidst the undulating waves.

On his chest was the imprint of the inner realm's origin, with the illusory image of the Jianmu tree supporting the sky and the earth, and stars seemingly rotating among its branches and leaves!
His entire body radiated a dazzling spiritual light from every pore.

Every inch of his skin was as if cast from divine gold, exuding a suffocating pressure under the tempering of thunder and fire.

Nascent Soul Divine Power, Three Methods Return to Origin!

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the sky and earth became clear.

Zhao Wuji's figure emitted arcs of light amidst the dissipating lightning, appearing like an immortal or a god. He flicked his sleeves and lowered his eyes to look inward.

"Early Nascent Soul stage... Success!"

(End of this chapter)