re only ten people present, including Qin Sang. There were three cultivators at the Qi Refining Stage, one independent cultivator, two cultivators from other Xianxiu sects, and most of the Qi Refining...The aura of the lightning strike was too special, containing the might of Heaven's Dao.

This is a kind of pressure that terrifies all cultivators. Even in the extremely chaotic energy storm, it can still be clearly felt.

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May your lifespan be long and prosperous!

'...Rumble...'

The storm raged on, seemingly growing even more violent as if spurred by the appearance of that bolt of lightning.

Suddenly, a figure shot into the sky, appearing and disappearing amidst the turbulent storm.

Yin Changsheng is not dead.

Previously, inside the ice coffin, Yin Changsheng wore a jade crown and looked like a young man. Besides being thinner and paler than normal people, there was little difference. He was exceptionally handsome.

At this moment, he was disheveled and looked like a madman.

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He was extremely thin, his skin stretched tight over his bones, and his veins were prominent.

The five senses were no longer recognizable, the distorted expression was filled with madness, as if it had completely lost its mind.

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot and fixed on Jie Lei. His gaze was a mixture of fear, rage, hatred, and madness!

"Damn you, heavens! Do you dare obstruct my path to enlightenment!"

Yin Changsheng roared to the heavens, his demonic intent shaking the sky.

Having unleashed the Xuanjian Tower against Qin Sang, Yin Changsheng's mind became unsettled. The demonic influence crept into him silently, warping his heart and leading to a complete fall into demonic possession.

Although Tianmu Butterfly's tribulation thunder is outwardly strong but internally weak, lacking the true power of a genuine tribulation, the aura of heavenly tribulation it emanates is extremely close to reality.

In this situation, the frenzied Yin Changsheng could no longer distinguish between reality and delusion, mistaking it for his true tribulation!

He was willing to cultivate demonic arts, hide in an ice coffin, and endure endless cold, all to evade the tribulation, delay his celestial calamity, and fight fate against heaven.

Now, as he was plotting his downfall, a sudden calamity struck. How could Yin Changsheng not despair

A lifetime of ascetic practice.

carefully planned

Everything has lost its meaning.

How could one not be angry!

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“Ah!”

Yin Changsheng let out a heart-wrenching roar from his mouth.

Fear and fury utterly overwhelmed his reason.

'Ding ding ding...'

The bell's sound remained as clear as ever, yet it carried a newfound melancholy, as if it had already sensed the fate awaiting both its master and itself.

The suspended sword tower flew back to its master's side, spinning rapidly. The nine suspended swords swayed incessantly, their brilliance more dazzling than before, bursting forth in a final splendor as they fearlessly charged toward the robbery thunder!

"Hiss!"

At the sight of this, Qin Sang gasped in surprise.

Yet Yin Changsheng still had some strength left!

Or perhaps, this is when Yin Changsheng's true power shines. Previously, while he was inside the ice coffin and facing off against me and Tong Lingyu, he was preoccupied maintaining his evasive sorcery to ward off evil spirits.

Yin Changsheng is probably already infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Stage.

This is the power of a half-step divine being!

'Boom!'

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As if a night rain was imminent, with flashes of lightning and thunder booming, the vibrant hues of the evening sky were about to be torn apart by lightning before being swallowed by darkness.

But, such a scene did not appear.

The next scene surprised Yin Changsheng.

The lightning bolt burst into the glow, immediately engulfed by it and never emerged again. It was swallowed whole by the radiance, without a ripple.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly is only in the mid-stage of its fourth transformation. Even with its powerful Thunderclap divine ability, it couldn't possibly be a match for the experts of Hanging Sword Tower.

How could the Heavenly Tribulation be so weak

Yin Changsheng's face was blank with astonishment.

At this moment, Yin Changsheng's aura has been exposed!

The dome of the cave was not real, but a phantom image formed by the ancient taboo.

Viewed from above, the underground cavern is actually a sky pit on a giant peak, which is located on a floating mountain.

There is not a single blade of grass here, only bare rock exposed. It's desolate and barren.

The dome is just part of the ancient prohibition.

Around the Tiankeng, a perpetual fog hangs heavy, forming a thick barrier that seals off this place, creating a forbidden zone. This fog is black and blends seamlessly with the darkness of the holy land, making it difficult to see with the naked eye.

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On the edge of the black mist, a group of people were engaged in a fierce battle. Without exception, they were all cultivators from the Xuan Tian Palace.

One side was led by Emperor Yudian's Lord and Shanglu, Yue surname cultivators from the Tianshan lineage, while the other was headed by Yuanji Palace's Lord Jiang and Elder Mei.

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The battle in the sky pit was blocked by the black mist ancient prohibition, and it did not affect the outside.

Within the Xuan Tian Palace, internal conflict arose between the palace master and the grand elder, causing them to disregard the demons invading the sacred land and turn on each other first.

These people were unaware of the situation inside and didn't know who had won between Yin Changsheng and Tong Lingyu.

Those with heart and those without, Master Yin and Shang Lu et al. clearly held the upper hand, encircling Masters Jiang and their group.

Black mist swirled, and precious lights flashed one after another, each with a different color. Rumbling sounds echoed endlessly. A variety of magical artifacts and divine powers bombarded back and forth, leaving one dizzy just trying to keep up.

From the same family, yet showing no mercy to each other.

The headmaster of the Jiang Sect and his companions looked rather dishevelled, only able to huddle together in a circle, forming a battle formation, and desperately holding out.

We have the upper hand.

Shangling burst into laughter, roaring, "You still haven't surrendered Do you think a mere child can escape the clutches of the Palace Master You dare collude with that rebellious one and plot to assassinate the Palace Master! Your crimes are heinous! Surrender now and show genuine remorse. Perhaps the Palace Master, out of mercy, will spare your lives."

Elder Mei roared, "Yin Changsheng is no longer the former Palace Master. You are aiding and abetting a tyrant, allowing him to harm the Great Elders. The Xuan Tian Palace will be doomed forever!"

"Slander and rumors!"

Shang Lu's face darkened, and he was furious.

Just then, he suddenly felt a stirring deep within his soul. He abruptly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

At almost the same moment, others also noticed the anomaly. They all looked up to the sky, feeling the oppressive power from heaven and the fear emanating from within their hearts. Their faces instantly changed dramatically.

“This is... a tribulation...”

A cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage trembled and spoke.

He had just been recently weaned, and his memories of the Heavenly Tribulation were still fresh.

To his astonishment, the tribulation thunder was only just beginning to brew, yet the terrifying pressure it emanated already far surpassed his own. He had no doubt that if this tribulation were aimed at him, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

For a while.

A deathly silence hung over the battlefield. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about attacking.

They wore a variety of expressions, and in an instant, all sorts of thoughts popped up in their minds. Their expressions were varied.

Shang Lu stared intently at the sky, a fanatic smile spreading across his face. "Haha! Haha! The Heavenly Tribulation has arrived! The Palace Master has finally broken through the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul stage..."

Formation of the Divine Spirit Stage!

The three words were like a heavy hammer blow, causing everyone's hearts to tremble violently.

The Hall Master Jiang and Elder Mei exchanged glances. Neither of them had ever seen the tribulation of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, but they felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

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Within the Holy Land.

Darkness enveloped everything, and only the floating mountains glimmered with a faint light. However, compared to the vast holy land and the dark currents, they seemed insignificant.

Suddenly.

In the depths of holy land, a booming sound shook the very foundations of a floating mountain. Thunder roared incessantly, and dark clouds gathered above the towering peak from unknown sources.

A fierce wind howled, and black mist billowed over the Giant Peak.

All changes, however significant, happen in an instant.

Divine might descends!

At this moment, all the cultivators on the other floating mountains sensed something and turned their gazes towards this direction.

The souls of the lower-ranking cultivators trembled in fear and confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening. retain some characteristics of the Flying Spirit Bamboo, which is quite rare."Qin Sang only then felt relieved, but still shook his head and refused, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. Unfortunate...