Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 724 - 338: Nascent Soul Formation (Part 2)_2
True Monarch Lan Ling’s cold eyes couldn’t hide a trace of emotion and shock at this moment.
In the entire Nanchuan Realm, those who achieve Fourth Rank Body Refining are few and far between, and now another one is about to be added.
"Junior Brother Yan is truly a monk like a monster."
True Monarch Lan Ling lightly bit her lip, her stellar eyes shining with brilliance, and there was an indescribable complexity.
...
Above the sky, the tribulation clouds gathered to their peak, and a deep cyan thunder pillar, ten times thicker than all previous thunderbolts, descended like an angry divine axe, carrying the power to destroy all things.
Facing this ultimate strike, Xu Ping’s eyes shot with brilliance, but he no longer chose to physically resist it. Instead, he summoned the Canghua Divine Wood Sword.
His flesh and blood had already reached the Fourth Rank level, and it was time to temper and baptize the Canghua Divine Wood Sword.
The Canghua Divine Wood Sword had been refined by his Nascent Soul formation and was only half a step away from becoming a Spirit Treasure.
Now, this ultimate heavenly thunder was the perfect opportunity to complete the final transformation.
Xu Ping formed the sword technique with his hands, while the small hand of his Nascent Soul within him grasped the air, pouring immense pure mana into the divine sword without reservation.
The Canghua Divine Wood Sword let out a joyful and resounding sword cry. Its green light surged explosively, transforming into a green rainbow that pierced the heavens, boldly confronting the world-ending deep cyan thunder pillar.
As the two forces collided, the world changed color!
Thunder and sword light intertwined, with terrifying waves of energy sweeping in all directions.
During this baptism, the wood grain on the Canghua Divine Wood Sword became more pronounced, and the spiritual light emanated from the sword grew increasingly intense, emanating an ancient and timeless aura that arose spontaneously.
As the last trace of thunderlight was absorbed by the sword body, the Canghua Divine Wood Sword in Xu Ping’s hand underwent a complete transformation, leaping from half-step Spirit Treasure to a real Spirit Treasure level.
The sword’s body was emerald green like jade, and inside seemed as if a divine tree was growing, with branches and leaves swaying, full of vitality, perfectly merging the vibrant life force with a sharp aura of killing.
"A life-bound Spirit Treasure!"
Even Xu Ping, with a Dao heart as firm as a rock, couldn’t help but curl his lips into a heartfelt, pleasant smile at this moment.
This thunder tribulation, for him, was not a disaster but truly a grand opportunity to be reborn and temper a precious treasure.
However, this smile quickly faded, turning into a calm lake of ice.
"But I cannot be arrogant and complacent. Whether I can stabilize the Nascent Soul Dao fruit, there’s still the final hurdle."
At this moment, the celestial thunder dissipated, and the tribulation clouds gradually dispersed.
Above Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the blue sky once again appeared.
The numerous cultivators observing the Nascent Soul tribulation from dozens of miles away were shocked.
This method of overcoming the heavenly tribulation was unprecedented and truly astonishing.
Generally, a Core Formation Perfection cultivator would feel fortunate just to withstand the heavenly thunder without dying or being critically injured. How could one dare to be so conceited?
Actively attacking the celestial thunder, tempering the flesh and life-bound Spirit Treasure, within the Divinity Transformation Sect, no one could likely accomplish this.
Moreover, this Elder Yan actually used the heavenly thunder to refine his physique to Fourth Rank level.
Once this Elder Yan achieves Nascent Soul formation, Fourth Rank Body Refining combined with Nascent Soul cultivation would far exceed common imagination.
Once he stabilizes his cultivation and enhances his strength, he could even contend with Nascent Soul giants.
...
"Hoo—ugh—!"
At this moment, the gray tribulation cloud that had been gathering for a long time in the sky suddenly boiled!
The endless tribulation aura and nether foul force crazily intertwined, compressed, and emitted a heart-pounding dull roar.
At the center of the tribulation cloud, a deep, boundless black demon eye vortex slowly formed.
As soon as this demon eye formed, it carried a kind of supreme will, like overlooking ants, it locked onto Xu Ping sitting cross-legged below, his aura calm and as deep as an abyss.
Buzz!
In Xu Ping’s Mud Ball Palace, the Nascent Soul Spirit Body, similar to his own body, surrounded by a faint cyan glow, sank abruptly.
A cold, heavy, foul sensation from deep within the soul, like millions of icy poisonous needles, instantly pierced the source of the Nascent Soul.
What was even more terrifying was the sense of being completely observed and locked onto by an indescribable terrifying existence from the unknown.
It was as if all secrets, obsessions, and fears were laid bare under this demon eye.
"Heart Demon Tribulation!"
The high-level cultivators present felt their hearts tremble, shivering instinctively, and tightly guarded their spiritual platforms.
The tribulation cloud, like a deep abyss demon eye, surged and twisted, in the mysterious throbbing, strange extraterritorial magic sounds faintly came through.
"Can he do it?"
Even True Monarch Lan Ling’s graceful face displayed a trace of worry.
For the first two phases of the heavenly thunder tribulation, she could remain calm due to her understanding of Xu Ping’s strength.
But this final phase, the Heart Demon Tribulation... She had experienced it herself and knew its horrors.
A slight misstep would lead only to the annihilation of body and Dao.
Whoosh!
In the next instant.
A dark mist, as thick as ink and surging with endless negative aura, poured down from the center of the demon eye, instantly engulfing the meditating Xu Ping.
"Ten Thousand Tribulation Pill, if not used now, when else!"
The moment the Heart Demon Tribulation mist enveloped him, Xu Ping’s tightly closed eyes didn’t open, but his thoughts surged like lightning.
A pill, the size of a dragon’s eye, radiating a multicolored glaze glow and exuding a pure, immaculate aura, appeared out of thin air in his mouth and was swallowed without hesitation.
At the same time, in the depths of Xu Ping’s Sea of Consciousness, the profound secret skill of the Heart Refining Skill quietly started running.
...
Heart Demon World, bizarre and fantastic.
Time lost its meaning here, its flow different from the outside world, a thought could become an ocean, a moment could turn into a mulberry field.
Xu Ping’s consciousness, under the protection of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Pill and guided by the Heart Refining Skill, was not immediately shattered but forcibly drawn into cycle after cycle of illusionary realms, constructed from his own memories, obsessions, and fears.
