Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The Primal Stone swallowed the golden stone and immediately sank downwards, as if its weight had increased several times. Zhang Yuanjing used all his strength to lift it up.

The Void Heaven Stone on top of the Primal Stone had already shrunk by more than half, releasing a large amount of strange power. Although Zhang Yuanjing, Ape Thirteen, and the Primal Stone were absorbing it with all their might, a small portion still dissipated into the world.

At the same time, even more Zhi Yang power separated from the spiritual power of heaven and earth, becoming cultivation resources for the three.

The Primal Stone began to grow larger, frantically drawing in spiritual power, gradually transforming into the shape of a mountain peak.

That day, thunderclouds rumbled again in the sky. The Primal Stone had already become a black stone mountain nearly twenty zhang high, its weight hundreds of times heavier than the earthen mountain he had previously condensed.

Zhang Yuanjing gasped, fortunate that he had already broken through his realm at this time, his strength vastly different from before. Using the Mountain Moving Art, bearing this mountain was still relatively easy.

The thunderclouds were dark and oppressive, covering thousands of miles. Lightning snakes writhed, and electric light flickered, having accumulated to the extreme. This fourth tribulation lightning had not yet appeared, but it already revealed the formidable power to destroy all things.

Daoist Cheng Hao wore a look of astonishment, muttering, "Such a thunder tribulation would actually appear during the Core Formation stage advancing to the Nascent Soul stage. Truly, the world is vast, and there is nothing that is not strange!"

Guo Songtao, however, said with a complex expression, "This child's opportunities are astonishing. First, there was the zhang and a half Void Heaven Stone, then there was the golden stone with its majestic aura. Even the black stone protecting his head is full of spirituality. Hmph, he's hiding quite a few secrets. No wonder those two are paying attention to him!"

Daoist Cheng Hao's expression shifted: "Those two?"

"That's right. The Chief has already issued an order to take him to see the two Divine Venerables after he successfully breaks through," Guo Songtao said softly.

Daoist Cheng Hao pointed to the thunderclouds in the sky: "With such a thunder tribulation, can Daoist Guo withstand it?"

Guo Songtao chuckled: "If I had one or two decent defensive spiritual treasures, it wouldn't be difficult."

"What if you don't?"

Guo Songtao knew what he meant and immediately sneered, "The two Divine Venerables only see living people, not charcoal ash burned by thunder tribulations!"

Daoist Cheng Hao shook his head: "This Daoist Zhang is very powerful. He may not necessarily fail this fourth thunder tribulation. Daoist Guo must consider what to do if he withstands the thunder tribulation but is unwilling to come with us!"

Guo Songtao's expression stiffened. The Chief had him preside over the arena, but he had not considered it thoroughly. First, he sent up Zhang Yuanjing, causing the arena competition between the two races to become Zhang Yuanjing's solo performance. Several times, he raised the green flag, forcibly ordering him to withdraw, but he was openly defied, damaging the authority of the Deacon Hall. Finally, he broke through on the arena, so the previous rules could no longer be forcibly applied to him. In reality, he had thrown the Deacon Hall's face on the ground and stomped on it a few times. If he still couldn't bring this person smoothly to the Divine Venerables, Guo Songtao would be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He took out the sound transmission jade and sent out several messages.

"Rumble!"

The low thunderous sound was like a divine dragon lurking above the nine heavens, roaring with supreme majesty, wanting to crush everything that dared to challenge it.

The thunderclouds, like surging waves, rapidly converged and condensed towards the middle, eventually becoming a ball hundreds of miles in size. Violent thunder power shuttled through it, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Zhang Yuanjing carried the mountain on his shoulders, alternating between the Sky-Supporting Art and the Mountain-Moving Art. The black mud-like substance swallowed a large amount, using the remaining power of the second heavenly thunder to rapidly refine it, greatly strengthening the firmness of his physical body.

He also gave Ape Thirteen a lot of the black mud-like substance, allowing it to consume it during the tribulation.

His spiritual connection with Ape Thirteen still existed, and it was as usual. The power of the thunder tribulation could not refine it away.

Zhang Yuanjing had some expectations for this. After all, neither the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace nor the old Daoist in the Insect Nest Land were existences that could come from this world. The methods they used must not be something that the thunder tribulation of Core Formation entering Nascent Soul could eliminate.

However, he still had some expectations after all. Especially this fourth tribulation lightning, which was not as good as the thunder power when the Nascent Soul Great Perfection broke through to the Transformation God stage, must also be the heavenly might that Nascent Soul cultivators could resist.

While pondering, the thunderclouds in the sky flashed with dazzling white light, causing the eyes of the cultivators and demon beasts on the mountain to dim. Then, with green light on the outside and silver beams on the inside, a tribulation lightning beam hundreds of zhang thick crashed down.

"Boom!"

As soon as the sound came out, the electric light landed.

"Bang!"

The Void Heaven Stone standing on the stone mountain exploded first. However, this stone did not completely disappear, still leaving a fist-sized, glittering stone core, flowing and jumping in the tribulation lightning, slowly dissolving.

An extraordinary power, far surpassing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and even higher than the Zhi Yang power, was rapidly released, scattering in all directions.

Zhang Yuanjing felt the magnificence of this power and wanted to draw it in, but the terrifying thunder power had already surged over, not giving him a chance at all.

He didn't have time to feel regret. He filled his body with the power of thick earth, fully operating the Sky-Supporting Art, and collided with the aggressive power of the tribulation lightning.

"Boom!"

His ears were occupied by the sound of thunder. This sound did not come from outside, but was produced within his mind, and it was continuous, sometimes in the internal organs, sometimes in the meridians, sometimes in the limbs. It conflicted in various parts of his body, and the power of thick earth that Zhang Yuanjing had arranged in advance could not withstand it at all.

Muscles burst open, and fresh blood flowed straight down. Internal organs were damaged, and he spat out blood. Bones shattered, and his whole body ached.

The most dangerous thing was the shaking of the Nascent Soul and the sudden emergence of illusions.

Since he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, his divine soul had always been round and unobstructed, and no messy thoughts had ever appeared. He thought that after experiencing the test of the original heart and true self in Xue Wang's Divine Mausoleum, and after the experience in the Hengduan Mountains, especially the freedom to control his thoughts when traveling with Yu Hanyan, he had overcome all possible inner demons.

Now it seemed that this was not the case. Inner demons did not appear, not because they did not exist, but because the divine soul had not fallen into weakness.

When this tribulation lightning raged, miscellaneous thoughts arose, which could be said to be extremely dangerous.

With a thought, he released the Yang Refining Umbrella. After quickly instructing it, he immersed all his mind into his sea of consciousness to deal with the inner demons that surged like a tide.

By the mountain village stream, two young children stood motionless. The middle-aged Daoist drew out the long sword behind him and sneered, "Such tricks, and you dare to perform them under Qi's eyes. Qi has killed countless enemies in his life, can't he kill two young children."

After a while, the mouths of the two young children opened and closed at the same time, saying the same thing: "Qi Tianxiang, if you want to make a move, why bother with these nonsense! Killing these two young children, I will naturally dissipate, but this competition will ultimately count as your loss."

Only these two voices were extremely cold, and they overlapped into one voice, which was really strange.

The Daoist sneered, "Your body and soul are destroyed, how can it be counted as my loss!"

"Hahaha!" The cold voice laughed incomparably eerie, "Cultivators fighting, originally do not pay attention to means, as long as you can win, use anything. However, it also depends on whether this means can be counted as your own!"

Qi Tianxiang said disdainfully, "Chou Feidi, you abandoned the right path and insisted on messing with some side doors and crooked ways, from the ghost path to the demon path, from the demon path to the demon path, and now you are simply not even a beast, only two wisps of remnant soul left, playing tricks here! You tell me, how is it my loss?"

The cold voice said, "The young child dies, my soul dies, what does it have to do with you! You killed the young child, but not my Chou Feidi. According to your theory of karma, what should be over is over, but what should not be born is born!"

The Daoist was stunned when he heard this, and said angrily, "It's just sophistry!"

The cold voice only let out a series of sneers, but said no more.

The Daoist stroked the long sword, hesitating for a long time, but this sword was not cut down after all.

"Hmph, I don't only have the means to stop killing with killing! Let me cure you!"