Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens.

Chapter 80 Thunder Through Seven Layers, Peak Creator

The world of Yangshen, the vast world.

Outside the city of Yujing, in the western mountains.

At the grave of Hong Yi's mother, Meng Bingyun, a gentle breeze swept by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

Chan Yinsha stared at the Qiankun pouch in Hong Yi's hand, secretly pondering his intentions, when the next moment—

An unimaginable pressure suddenly erupted from Hong Yi's body!
The oppressive force seemed to materialize into a tangible canopy, instantly filling the heavens and the earth, pressing the air so hard it solidified into lead.

Zen Yinsha felt as if a god-king had descended before her, capable of moving mountains and filling seas with a wave of his hand, and recreating the universe with a turn of his hand. His domineering aura made her blood feel like it was about to freeze.

"Puff-"

Her pretty face was as pale as paper, her delicate body went limp uncontrollably, and her long, shapely legs trembled slightly. If she hadn't clenched her teeth tightly, she would have almost knelt down on the spot.

"How could this be?!" Chan Yinsha was shocked and bit her lower lip hard to keep her balance.

Hong Yi, however, reacted quickly, withdrawing his oppressive aura and helping Chan Yinsha up. He then couldn't help but sigh:
"A moment outside the cave is like a thousand years inside. I never expected that two months would pass and I would return to find that nothing had changed."

"Ayi, what are you saying?"

Chan Yinsha was puzzled by Hong Yi's recent display of power and his words.

But before Hong Yi could answer, the sky suddenly darkened.

Boom!

Upon hearing the thunder, Chan Yinsha slightly raised her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Endless lightning tore through the clouds, and a massive, seven-fold lightning tribulation, as thick as a writhing dragon, suddenly struck down from nowhere, its purple lightning swirling wildly, carrying with it the majestic power to annihilate everything!

"No! This isn't the time for spring thunder, so why is a lightning tribulation descending?!"

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Meanwhile, in the Imperial City of Yujing, in the Imperial Study.

Two figures stood facing each other. One was gray-haired, dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a nine-dragon crown; he was none other than Emperor Yang Pan of the Great Qian Dynasty.
The other man wore a purple-gold crown and brocade robes. He was fair-skinned and beardless, resembling a scholar. He was none other than Grand Tutor Hong Xuanji.

These two men were arguably the most powerful people in the world.

At this moment, Hong Xuanji, who was the number one martial artist in the Great Qian Dynasty and had reached the intermediate level of human immortality, was covered in blood, with blood flowing like a torrent, and his breath was so weak that he was almost about to die.

"Xuanji! Who hurt you?!"

Seeing Hong Xuanji's appearance, Emperor Qian Yang Pan was shaken, his eyes filled with shock, anger and disbelief, like an old dragon that had been provoked and was about to devour someone.

He disregarded the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, and even disregarded the fact that the blood of the human immortal in Hong Xuanji's body could harm the ghost immortal, and helped him to his side.

Just as Hong Xuanji was about to speak, the two of them simultaneously heard a thunderous roar from afar, which shook the entire universe.

The two looked up and saw dark clouds covering the sky, with thunderclouds stretching for thousands of miles, pressing down directly on the sky above Yujing City!
"Seven tribulations of lightning? The Gate of Creation? Someone is about to become the Creator?!" Shock flashed in both of their eyes at the same time, and their brows furrowed.

"These are truly turbulent times, Your Majesty." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Hong Xuanji's eyes—he could clearly sense that the thunder was coming from the direction of the Western Mountains.

"Could it be that this is the person who injured you?" Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, asked with a frown.

"...It couldn't be that little beast." After a moment of silence, Hong Xuanji slowly shook his head.

“Even if it isn’t, daring to undergo the Creator’s Tribulation outside Yujing City,” Emperor Qian Yang Pan’s eyes grew increasingly murderous, “is far too disrespectful to me.”

"Aren't you afraid of being weakened after your tribulation and having your thoughts stolen and refined by someone else, all by being so blatant?"

As he said this, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, "It seems it's time to bring that thing out. It'll be a good opportunity to make an example of it and send a warning to others!" Upon hearing this, Hong Xuanji's pupils constricted sharply.

He naturally knew what "that thing" the Qian Emperor was referring to.
That was an unimaginable king of divine artifacts.

With this item, hunting a Creator in a weakened state would be more than enough...

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On the western mountain, boundless thunder gathered into a sea.

Zen Silver Gauze gazed at the bolt of lightning.

A "Gate of Creation" composed of profound and mysterious lightning energy manifested within the lightning.

This is the Creator's tribulation; whoever overcomes it will become the Creator!
But Hong Yi has only undergone four tribulations of lightning!

She suddenly remembered something, and her face grew even more grim: "Oh no! Jin Zhu'er's soul has left her body, and without a physical body to protect her, she will surely die under this lightning!"

However, the next scene completely overturned her understanding.

Hong Yi stood tall, staring directly at the oncoming lightning. The next moment, he slowly exhaled a puff of white breath, and a low shout resounded like a great bell:

"Zha!"

The moment the syllables spread, the raging thunder, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, instantly dissipated into countless tiny sparks of lightning.

Boom!

The gates of creation have been forcibly opened completely!

It shattered instantly, and endless thunderous true energy surged out from it, just like a dam had been blown up, surging like a tidal wave!

These lightning tribulation true energies were so dense that they resembled gold and iron, seemingly molten gold, boiling and carrying immense heat, enough to evaporate steel!

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shone between Hong Yi's brows, and his divine soul was suddenly unleashed.

Instantly, 129,600 thoughts filled the air like countless stars, each thought shimmering with a glassy luster. The total area of ​​nearly half an acre, like a mountain or a dwelling, was a stable microcosm!

"One, the number of one?!" Chan Yinsha's voice trembled. "This is... the cultivation of a creator?! How could this be?!"

She stared intently at the sea of ​​thoughts, feeling her mouth go dry.

The Creator—that is the realm that countless cultivators in the vast world look up to throughout their lives, the realm of all the sages and philosophers.

In the world today, it is said that only Meng Shenji has reached the level of the Seven Tribulations of Thunder, making him the undisputed number one in the world!

"Ah Yi actually broke through to this level without me even realizing it?" Chan Yinsha murmured to herself. "He couldn't even release his divine soul when he fought Hong Xuanji before."

Countless bolts of lightning energy had completely enveloped Hong Yi's thoughts.

"Alright, so this is the Seven Tribulations of Lightning. It's indeed powerful! But it can't do anything to me now."

Hong Yi's violent thoughts churned within him, as he sensed the power of the true energy of the seven tribulations of lightning.

All his thoughts flashed by in an instant, like a whale swallowing seawater, and the thunderclouds that stretched for thousands of miles instantly formed a vortex.

In less than the blink of an eye, before Chan Yinsha could even react, all of Hong Yi had devoured the thunderous true energy!

The number of 129,600 thoughts suddenly swelled again, vaguely exceeding one acre!
Although he has only just become a Creator, Hong Yi's divine soul is so powerful that even some beings who have undergone eight tribulations and refined their souls to become gods are no match for him!

"The next step is to build my team."

The moment he completed his tribulation, a thought arose in his mind. Hong Yi took out countless pills from one of these thoughts, crushed them with a casual hand, and transformed them into surging primordial energy.

(End of this chapter)