Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 816 - 815: Thunder Tribulation
It's been a month since they faced defeat at Chu Ming's hands, and now both Li Qianfan and Li Hen had a presence that was several times stronger than it was a month ago.
If it was in the outside world, such significant progress in just a month would be impossible, but here in the Great Wilderness, anything was possible.
"Let's go take a look!"
Li Qianfan said indifferently, and suddenly a trace of sinister intent flashed across his face, and he said coldly, "If we encounter the Sword Emperor again, I'll let him see my power!"
"Sure!"
Li Hen nodded heavily, but secretly thought that avoiding the Sword Emperor would be best. Here in the Great Wilderness, they improved by relying on the power of the Spirit Pearl, and surely the Sword Emperor would also be advancing, possibly at a greater rate than themselves.
...
"There should be a Spirit King about to be born!"
The Ancient Sword Emperor wasn't visiting the Great Wilderness for the first time; he was extremely experienced.
"The Spirit King?"
Chu Ming's eyes lit up. The Spirit King's ascension promised a magnificent spectacle that would definitely draw in numerous powerful figures, offering him a perfect chance to fish in troubled waters.
Boom!
Chu Ming's figure moved like a missile towards where the spirit bodies were gathering.
In a short time, Chu Ming followed the violent spirit bodies to a pitch-black valley. Looking at the entire valley, it was almost completely filled with dense spirit bodies, which made even someone with Chu Ming's mental realm feel a tingling on his scalp.
"All hidden in the shadows, are they?"
Chu Ming glanced towards several discreet positions in the valley, found a spot difficult to detect, and stealthily hid in darkness, ready to quietly observe the unfolding events.
Swish!
A golden glow tore the void, stepping out of the emptiness from afar, exuding a presence akin to a War God, solemn and majestic.
"Demon God King?"
Chu Ming narrowed his eyes. Now, the valley boasted over a dozen crowned emperors and emperors. Among them, there were five intermediate-level crowned emperors and emperors. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
To Chu Ming's surprise, despite the importance of the Spirit King's birth, the avatars of the four generals of the White Stone Demoness were absent, leaving him with an ominous feeling.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire valley was dense with spirit bodies, and Chu Ming and the others could distinctly feel a horrifying aura deep inside the valley spreading terror in all directions, faintly rising into the air, emitting a soul-stirring power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, dozens of spirit bodies at the core self-destructed simultaneously, terrifying white waves swept across the starry sky, even the Spirit Pearls in their bodies turned into the purest spiritual power, converging towards the heart of the valley.
"This spirit body hasn't yet reached the criteria for ascending to Spirit King; he's attempting to forcibly ascend to Spirit King by harnessing the spiritual power from the self-destructing spirit bodies!"
The Ancient Sword Emperor within Chu Ming spoke slowly.
"I wonder if this spirit body can successfully ascend to Spirit King?"
Chu Ming's heart stirred. If the spirit body's ascension failed, then wouldn't their efforts be for nothing?
Of course, what all the powerful figures hoped for was the successful ascension of the spirit body to Spirit King, but with injuries sustained during the heavenly tribulation.
"Difficult indeed, the Spirit King is equivalent to the high-level crowned emperor and emperor of the Human Race, not so easily ascended. However, since this spirit body adopted this method, he must have kept some trump cards, holding significant confidence!"
The Ancient Sword Emperor thought briefly, calmly analyzing.
At this moment, thousands of spirit bodies in the valley self-destructed simultaneously, seeming like suicide or mutual slaughter, their spiritual power entirely absorbed by the terrifying spirit body deep within the valley.
Deep within the valley, a pale red spirit body coiled beside a giant rock. This spirit body resembled a dragon, with its body adorned with starlight points that almost materialized.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect you all to come; since that's the case, become my feast!"
The pale red spirit body, on the verge of ascending to Spirit King, naturally had intelligence equal to a human. It gave an eerie smile, its eyes burning with terrifying energy that could consume souls.
He even named himself—Ling Ming!
From the sky, torrents of spiritual power poured down, all absorbed into Ling Ming's body, as if the spirit bodies willingly and voluntarily self-destructed. The rumbling noise persisted incessantly.
Having received the spiritual power surge, Ling Ming's presence climbed steadily, doubling in mere breaths.
"Power, what a delightful sensation!"
A hint of pleasure appeared on Ling Ming's face; power was something he cherished, something that drove him to madness, for only power could give him initial security.
Outside the valley, strong figures held their breath, silently watching the unfolding scenario.
After the time of one incense stick, half of the spirit bodies within the valley had self-destructed, resulting in thick spiritual power raining down from the sky. The terrifying aura deep within the valley grew even more horrifying, and in the sky, a dark thunder tribulation spanning several kilometers loomed, its layers stacking up, awe-inspiring to the extreme.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds more spirit bodies self-destructed one after another, their terrifying spiritual power sweeping across the starry sky, amplifying Ling Ming's presence instantly, reaching a peak.
Boom!
"Hahaha..."
A crimson beam shot forth from Ling Ming, piercing the sky, visible even from a thousand miles away.
Boom!
Thunderclouds rolled, dark as ink, and to everyone's astonishment, the terrifying thundercloud in the sky transformed into a solemn human face, dignified and commanding awe.
The face belonged to an old man, devoid of any expression, and with eyes that held no emotional hints.
Crack!
A pitch-black lightning bolt spat from the old man's mouth, charging towards Ling Ming, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
"Break!!!"
Ling Ming shouted, his majestic body expanding like a giant dragon winding through the sky, his sharp right claw delivering an instant destruction to the mid-air lightning.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Yet, the human face in the air remained expressionless, with bolts of lightning infused with the power to destroy heaven and earth, targeting Ling Ming. Initially, Ling Ming managed a strained defense, but soon found it difficult to keep up.
Boom!
A lightning bolt approximately five meters in diameter, like a thunder dragon, intertwined with Ling Ming, its destructive energy infiltrating him, instantly launching Ling Ming into the air, reducing nearly a quarter of the valley to ruins.
"Meet your death!"
Ling Ming's face twisted ferociously, the red glow on his body exceedingly unstable. His right claw seized hundreds of spirit bodies, as if lightly chewing them in his mouth.
