“There’s a being undergoing tribulation in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range?”

“Could it be some Nascent Soul Realm beast?”

“No, that heavenly might is far too terrifying. What on earth is happening!”

Not just the Demon Domain—even within the human territories, many experts turned their attention toward the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, where a colossal thunder tribulation vortex had suddenly appeared.

The Myriad Beasts Mountain Range was the boundary between the human race and the demon race, guarded year-round by powerhouses from both sides. Moreover, the range was filled with abundant resources and countless spiritual herbs, often drawing cultivators seeking fortune.

But this tribulation vortex triggered by Lu Qing was too vast. Even outside the mountains, in both territories, it could be clearly seen. In an instant, countless experts began rushing toward it.

“Senior brother, what should we do?”

The young cultivator frowned, his voice grave as he asked his senior.

Judging by the vortex’s scope, there was clearly some terrifying existence undergoing tribulation ahead. With such a massive disturbance, countless experts were bound to gather.

But they were only at the Golden Core Realm. If they rashly approached, it was hard to say what dangers might arise.

The middle-aged man gazed at the thunder tribulation vortex with awe, torn between fear and unwillingness.

In his hand was the Beast Compass, still pointing forward. For decades, he had pursued the white flood dragon. If he captured it, his status would soar beyond imagination.

Now that hope was before his eyes, how could he retreat so easily?

After struggling for a while, resolve hardened in his eyes.

“We’ll move closer, but stay at the outer edges and observe first.”

With that, he resumed his flight, this time hiding his aura. He put away the gray bird, slowed down, and turned into a cautious streak of light.

The young cultivator sighed but followed. He had already guessed that his senior brother would never give up so easily. Still, he made up his mind—if things went wrong, he would immediately flee, regardless of his senior’s choice.

As the two advanced carefully, several figures exuding Nascent Soul aura streaked overhead. They too were drawn toward the massive vortex, paying no attention to the two small Golden Core juniors.

This only deepened the young cultivator’s resolve to escape at the first sign of danger.

Boom!

A figure appeared hundreds of miles above the vortex. He was a middle-aged man in purple robes, wearing a tall crown, his bearing commanding and stern.

“This… this is a Nascent Soul Tribulation. But why is it so powerful? Who is transcending it?”

His expression wavered between doubt and disbelief.

Upon closer inspection, he confirmed the truth. That vast tribulation vortex, spanning hundreds of miles, was indeed the Nascent Soul Tribulation—a trial every Golden Core must face when ascending.

But such an overwhelming tribulation—he had never heard of such a thing.

Whoom!

As he reeled in shock, several more figures arrived, seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators hovering beside him.

“Lord Zi, you arrived first. Did you find out who’s transcending?” asked a black-robed elder.

“I don’t know,” the purple-robed man shook his head. “I can only tell that it’s some being undergoing a Nascent Soul Tribulation.”

“What! A Nascent Soul Tribulation?”

The group erupted in disbelief. But after sensing the unique aura within the vortex, their faces changed. They too had crossed this trial before. They knew—the aura belonged to one who was about to ascend from Golden Core to Nascent Soul.

That realization only left them more shaken.

This tribulation dwarfed theirs a thousandfold. Who could have accumulated such terrifying power?

“Could it be a peerless fiend?” someone muttered.

The logic made sense. The deeper the foundation, the stronger the tribulation. Superior-grade Golden Cores naturally drew stronger trials than flawed ones.

But never this strong.

There was only one other explanation: the one transcending was a peerless fiend whose crimes had provoked the wrath of Heaven and Earth themselves.

The cultivators trembled at the thought. If that was true, what sins had this being committed to draw down such world-ending judgment?

“Could it be some demon brat from the Demon Domain? No… even there, no such monster exists. Just who is it?”

Meanwhile, from the demon side of the mountain range, more than a dozen strange figures appeared. One massive, bull-horned demon clutching a giant hammer cried out in shock, his companions equally grim-faced.

None dared to approach. If they drew down their own tribulations prematurely, it would spell disaster.

“We’ll wait until it’s over,” someone muttered.

Both humans and demons reached the same conclusion.

…

In a forest dozens of miles away, Xiaoli, Wuxing, and the white flood dragon hid themselves.

“Why did we come down here? We can’t even see Master transcending,” the flood dragon whispered.

Xiaoli hushed it quickly. “Don’t make a sound. There are many Nascent Soul experts nearby.”

The flood dragon shuddered. Though it didn’t know how Xiaoli could sense them, it trusted her. It coiled its tail tightly, suppressing its aura even further.

“Don’t be afraid. They’re all watching Ah Qing’s tribulation. They won’t notice us,” Xiaoli reassured.

“But won’t so many Nascent Soul cultivators be a threat to Master?” the flood dragon fretted.

“Not at all. None dare approach the tribulation. And once Ah Qing succeeds, these Nascent Souls won’t be a match for him!” Xiaoli said with firm conviction.

Wuxing nodded heavily in agreement.

The flood dragon opened its mouth, wanting to protest that Lu Qing would only just be entering the Nascent Soul Realm. But seeing their confidence—and the terrifying vortex overhead—it held its tongue.

…

High above, Lu Qing himself remained unaware of the many eyes on him. But even if he knew, he would not care. His only focus now was transcending.

If he succeeded, with his foundation, there would be few left in this world who could threaten his life. And with the Void Flying Boat in hand, he could roam anywhere freely.

Inside the Li Huo Cauldron, Yan trembled as he stared at the slowly forming tribulation cloud.

“Why hasn’t the cloud condensed yet? The vortex has been spinning for so long.”

Only when the heavenly might grew so heavy that even Yan shivered did the change come.

At the vortex’s center, a massive five-colored tribulation cloud slowly condensed.

“The Five-Colored Tribulation Cloud… so Master’s Nascent Soul Tribulation will again draw on the Five Elements.”

Relief washed over Yan. Lu Qing had already faced such a tribulation when forming his Golden Core. He had experience. Surely, he could endure again.

But Lu Qing’s face was solemn. In his vision, lines of text appeared—the information his special ability revealed.

“The Great Dao Nascent Soul Tribulation… Body Tribulation, Qi Tribulation, and Soul Tribulation?”

So it was named.

Not an ordinary Nascent Soul Tribulation, but one formed directly by the Great Dao.

Because his flesh, qi, and soul had all reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core Realm—twelve full transformations—his trial was far harsher.

He would face three calamities, each with nine bolts of heavenly lightning.

Twenty-seven bolts in total. Survive them, and he would soar, becoming an unparalleled Nascent Soul. Fail, and there would be no escape—only annihilation.

After a long silence, a smile spread across his face.

“Three calamities, twenty-seven bolts? Good. That’s fitting for me. Come then. Let me see what this Great Dao Nascent Soul Tribulation truly holds!”

As if in answer, the five-colored cloud rumbled, lightning dancing wildly within.

“What sort of cloud is this?”

The gathered Nascent Soul experts outside were stunned. They had never seen five-colored tribulation clouds before.

Shock and curiosity only deepened, but none dared to probe with divine sense.

Rumble!

The cloud quickly gathered power, then released a thunderous bolt.

A five-colored lightning bolt crashed down upon Lu Qing.

“Come!”

Rather than resist, Lu Qing’s eyes blazed. He unleashed no artifact, no technique—only his body.

Boom!

The lightning struck him directly, flooding the valley in destruction.

Such terrifying force—yet he only clenched his teeth and roared in defiance.

“The power of annihilation is indeed strong. But this alone cannot harm me!”

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