My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 163: A Brick Swallowing the Sun
Each time Tan Wei completed a full circle with the bamboo spoon inside the cauldron, the heavens qi within Feng Fan’s dantian screamed in defiance. Bit by bit, it began to weaken.
The balance of power inside Feng Fan was shattered, and the suppression qi within him surged forward, devouring the heavens qi entirely. In that instant, the shackles holding back his cultivation were broken like brittle chains.
Like a raging storm unleashing its fury, Feng Fan instinctively activated his cultivation technique to its maximum. The nine pillars within his dantian began to merge, fusing into a brilliant golden core.
Though small in size, the golden core radiated a light so dazzling it could illuminate the entire pocket dimension. Staring at it for too long felt like staring directly at the sun.
As the golden core formed, waves of spiritual qi flowed through his bones.
His bones grew denser, stronger than steel, while his muscles and joints harmonized perfectly. His entire body seemed to evolve, becoming an unbreakable vessel.
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When Feng Fan broke through, a massive cloud formed above them, so large it seemed to cover the entire pocket dimension.
Rumble!
The Suppression Relic inside Feng Fan’s space ring, having drained every bit of energy from the contents of his ring, sensed its greatest enemy—the Heavens—approaching.
With a burst of fury, it shattered the restrictions on Feng Fan’s space ring and shot toward the sky. The rock above them melted away as if it were paper caught in flames.
Nothing could block its path.
Feng Fan’s eyes opened and his gaze shot upward. He soared after the Suppression Relic, following the path it carved through the cave.
"Little Brick, you’re back!" Feng Fan called out with a grin, his voice full of joy as he hovered in the air, watching the Suppression Relic just above him.
The Suppression Relic hummed with satisfaction but did not approach Feng Fan. Instead, it continued soaring toward the clouds above.
Feng Fan spotted the lightning tribulation gathering overhead and understood what was about to happen.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Multiple bolts of lightning rained down toward Feng Fan, but each one was intercepted by the Suppression Relic. With every strike, the Relic glowed red.
Mysterious lines and symbols began to spread across its surface, the lightning only fueling its transformation.
Feng Fan glanced at the huge cloud filled with energy, feeling its power through its skin.
’This is no lightning tribulation. The Heavens are trying to assassinate me,’ thought Feng Fan, his eyes narrowing at the clouds above him.
When the lightning tribulation dissipated, the Suppression Relic was no longer the same. its transformation was completed.
It flew directly to where the white orb was located. Feng Fan saw it and understood its intention through their connection.
"It’s time for round 2, Hou Mengyao," Feng Fan muttered with a smirk.
As soon as Feng Fan took off after the Suppression Relic, everyone inside the cave stepped outside, just in time to watch him disappear into the horizon.
It was clear where he was headed—straight for Hou Mengyao!
"Fanfan, you idiot! You just recovered, and you’re already rushing off to get yourself killed!" Xue Qiang grumbled, but she was already flying after him.
Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue followed suit, ignoring the pain from their barely-healed injuries.
"Should we… follow them?" Cao Zhu asked, his voice uncertain.
Tan Wei and Gong Long exchanged a glance, then looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Do you really think we’ll get there in time?" Gong Long asked, shaking his head. "Even if we did, what good would we be? Let’s just stay here and wait. At least we won’t be in the way."
With that, Gong Long turned and walked back into the cave, which now had a large hole in its ceiling.
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Beside the white orb, Hou Mengyao sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he focused on his cultivation.
"Wait, what’s that? How did those dark clouds form? There were no clouds here just a moment ago!" a disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect exclaimed, staring at the ominous clouds above.
"Yeah, isn’t it impossible for clouds to form here? I haven’t seen a single one since we arrived. This is the first time."
"T-That’s a lightning tribulation, I’m sure of it!"
The comment drew some laughs.
"Oh, really? And where exactly have you seen a lightning tribulation before? Only cultivators breaking through from the Return to Void realm to the Transcending Tribulation realm face such a thing. There’s no one that strong in the Qian Empire."
"Well… I did see an expert undergoing a lightning tribulation when I traveled to the Mao Empire a few years ago, but the clouds were much smaller. These look… much stronger…" the disciple muttered, his face reddening as he realized how ridiculous his words sounded.
A lightning tribulation here? It just didn’t make sense. Who could possibly be breaking through to the Transcending Tribulation realm?
The disciples kept laughing, their voices echoing in the air as the clouds dispersed. They hadn’t seen a single bolt of lightning falling.
"Tell us, have you ever seen a lightning tribulation without lightning? Please, enlighten us—we must be frogs at the bottom of a well!" one of them mocked, grinning widely.
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The disciple who had suggested the idea of a lightning tribulation scratched his head in embarrassment but chose to stay silent, ignoring their taunts.
What none of them expected was for the sky to darken again, just moments later. This time, it was much darker than before, as if the sun had been swallowed.
"Uh… what’s going on?" one of the disciples muttered, his voice uneasy as he glanced upward.
His face suddenly twisted in terror, his legs trembling as he collapsed to the ground.
"T-T-T-THIS… WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" he screamed, his voice breaking with fear.
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Startled by his outburst, every disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect, including Hou Mengyao, turned their gazes skyward.
For most of them, this would be the last sight of their lives.
Hovering above them was an enormous black brick etched with glowing red patterns. Its oppressive presence filled the air with dread.
