Chapter 1582: Bai Yi Nan Du

course, the greatest use is still the connection of minds, setting up a sword formation that is exquisitely crafted. Relying solely on the quantity of sword light is not invincible, otherwise, everyon...Successfully swallowed a tribulation lightning bolt.

The Tianmu butterfly gently flapped its wings, descended a short distance, and hovered in mid-air.

After a brief rest, the Tianmu Butterfly flapped its wings and soared upward. Qin Sang then unleashed a thunderbolt at just the right moment, creating a safe environment for the Tianmu Butterfly.

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The first wave of tribulation thunder was also the weakest. Qin Sang only used his Jin Chen Sword and sword formation to block the celestial calamity, and he didn't even need to use the Xuan Jing Han Lie Formation yet.

Soon, the first wave of lightning raids was coming to an end.

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The Heavenly Eye Butterfly had only just swallowed two tribulation thunders.

Her wings shimmered with threads of lightning, and her pair of heavenly eyes blazed like the eyes of a thunderclap, radiating an eerie light and a terrifying aura of tribulation.

Besides, the Tianmu butterfly itself does not show any obvious changes.

Bai once commented on Tian Mu Die, saying that devouring thunder tribulation represented her limitless potential. However, to truly grow and help Qin Sang weather the tribulation, she still had a long way to go.

The gap between heavenly tribulations.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly landed on Qin Sang's shoulder, absorbing the power of the tribulation lightning within its body with all its might.

Qin Sang gazed at the sky.

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The Heavenly Tribulation caused celestial phenomena, the tribulation cloud was boundless, and the strong winds could directly lift the grass, leaving the nearby wasteland in ruins.

A mass of storm clouds churned, lightning brewing within. A deafening roar, like the earth cracking, echoed from the sky, relentless and thunderous. The center of the cloudmass grew increasingly brilliant, arcs of electricity flashing constantly.

The electric arc ripped through the clouds, revealing a glimpse of the iceberg within. Countless thunder pythons lay there, containing terrifying power of tribulation thunder.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's expression gradually grew solemn.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, the electric arcs within the storm clouds became increasingly dense. Even before the lightning struck, its power surpassed that of the first wave.

Countless electrical arcs filled the sky, converging on the surface of the thundercloud to form streaks of lightning as thick as a thumb. They broke away from the cloud and fell down.

All the thunderbolts converged on Qin Sang at once, countless electric snakes converging in one direction, gathering above his head. The naked eye could no longer tell whether they had merged or not. A pillar of lightning, incredibly thick, crashed down!

Qin Sang's scalp tingled, he didn't dare to be careless, and quickly cast a spell to activate the Xuanjing Hanlie Array.

‘Snore…’

A cold wind swept through the spirit formation, and the temperature plummeted.

Thick layers of frost had formed on the ground, plunging it into winter in an instant.

However, the power of the spirit formation was limited to the area around Qin Sang. The cold wind was like a tangible thing, with white mist swirling and dancing around him.

A biting wind formed hundreds of whirlwinds, positioned ingeniously three zhang above Qin Sang's head. They were arranged with meticulous order, forming a hemisphere centered on Qin Sang.

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The cyclone formed rapidly, then abruptly stagnated, transforming into round ice mirrors facing the robbery clouds above. They reflected lightning, shimmering brilliantly.

The wind within the formation grew increasingly fierce, almost obscuring Qin Sang's figure completely. The cold air flowed incessantly, bolstering and reinforcing the ice mirror.

The moment the spirit formation took shape, a tribulation lightning bolt descended!

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Qin Sang used his old trick again, silently activating his sword technique. A beam of sword light shot into the sky. The space illuminated by the robbery thunder suddenly became dim. Countless sword threads formed a dense sword net, which was then violently struck by the imposing robbery thunder, making it unusually bright.

The sword net and lightning bolts intertwined in an instant, crackling with a deafening roar. Countless bolts of lightning dissipated within the sword formation, but the sword net was also ripped apart layer by layer.

And the lightning strike wasn't over yet, there were constant bolts of electricity falling from above.

Qin Sang's heart moved, and the sword array proactively descended, almost merging with the Xuanjing Cold Gale Array. The sword threads and ice mirror intertwined, each containing the other, then together they were engulfed by the tribulation thunder.

'...Bang bang bang...'

The ice mirror was struck by lightning, trembling incessantly. Patches of cold light erupted from its surface, like blossoming ice flowers, beautiful and icy.

Hoarfrost, sword-like frost and bolts of lightning, jointly painted a rare and wonderful scene.

The seemingly thin ice mirror was surprisingly sturdy, continuously absorbing the cold wind from below. Combined with the sword formation, it reflected countless tribulation thunders back. When Qin Sang saw that the situation had stabilized, he allowed some tribulation thunder to enter, allowing the Tianmu Butterfly to absorb it.

While he was concentrating on crossing the tribulation.

To the north of the wasteland, there are some scattered mountain ranges.

In an unknown valley.

The valley is perpetually shrouded in mist, and inside lives a powerful family of cultivators.

Of course, this is only relative to the surrounding areas. The patriarch of the family is a late Jindan stage cultivator. In the entire Central Plains, he wouldn't be considered anything special.

Since he was close by, Qin Sang's tribulation shook the cultivators in the valley.

'Whoosh! Whoosh!'

One after another, streaks of light in various colors shot out from the mist. When they reached there, they saw an old man standing already.

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"See the chief!"

Everyone followed the chieftain's gaze toward the center of the wasteland.

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Although they were still far away, they could only faintly see the clouds at the horizon gathering abnormally. However, the oppressive power of that heavenly might was very clear, making them tremble with fear.

"Who is the senior cultivator crossing the tribulation there"

A young girl gasped, her hand covering her mouth, a mixture of fear and curiosity in her eyes.

Zhongzhou has produced many renowned figures. Even if they have never met, people have heard all sorts of legends about them.

“The wasteland is uninhabited and there are no major forces nearby. I remember there's a record in the clan that says an ancestor once crossed the tribulation here. This ancestor didn't cross the tribulation within the sect, but outside. Could he have been a wandering cultivator” The middle-aged man beside the girl spoke up.

This person was dressed in a Taoist robe, their facial features similar to the girl's. They held a high position among the crowd and looked at the chieftain with inquiring eyes.

The chieftain nodded, "The cultivators at the Golden Core stage, follow me. The rest of you return to the valley!"

The young men and women looked reluctant, but dared not disobey the chief’s order, and flew back to the valley.

The remaining few people followed the chief, deliberately landing on the ground, turning their bodies, and approaching the tribulation site.

On their journey, the elder first revealed a little-known secret to his descendants: "Three thousand years ago, a senior who was traveling through a wasteland was inexplicably seriously injured. He was in a hurry to transcend tribulation, but he fell victim to the heavenly tribulation and perished. The ancestor obtained the whereabouts of the Nascent Soul relic... Hengming Sect and the Lu family should also be moving. If there is a chance to compete for the Nascent Soul relic, it will be a fierce battle. You must be prepared. But remember this: unless you are certain that the person who crossed the tribulation has perished, do not approach!"

"May this senior meet an untimely demise!"

The middle-aged cultivator smirked, his face full of anticipation.

Several people darted through the grass, seeing the robbery clouds in the sky, they were shocked by the terrifying robbery thunder and stopped far away.

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"This is a heavenly tribulation, it truly does destroy heaven and earth..."

The middle-aged cultivator was lost in thought, staring at the tribulation lightning with both reverence and fear. He muttered to himself when a whistling sound suddenly startled him awake. Upon looking intently, he saw a blade of light shooting towards him from the high sky ahead.

The crowd gasped, their clansmen coordinating seamlessly, summoning identical spirit swords and forming a sword formation around their chieftain.

'Boom!'

The blade's edge pierced through the sword formation directly, and its residual power carved a trench hundreds of meters long on the ground. The trench and the surrounding weeds were all frozen over.

The sword formation was instantly shattered, the flying swords scattered on the ground, frozen into ice lumps, and some even broke apart.

"Get out!"

A cold snarl echoed in their ears.

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Several cultivators in the Golden Core stage stared blankly at the broken sword, their spines tingling with fear. They didn't even see the figure opposite them before fleeing north in panic.

Above the Feiyun River.

Starting from Beihou, flowing into the South China Sea, and running through the Central Plains, Feiyun River is also a vital waterway in the continent. There are countless ships on the river surface, some are treasure ships of cultivators, while others are merchant ships of mortals, each with its own shipping lane.

At this time, a green awning treasure ship sailed south from the north.

The green-covered treasure ship sailed right in the middle of the river, its speed as swift as lightning.

Not only did ordinary merchant ships avoid it, but even other treasure ships would give way when they encountered the Azure Canopy Treasure Ship. This was because an old man sat cross-legged at the stern of the ship.

The elder's expression was gloomy, his cultivation base not concealed in the slightest. He was actually a Yuan Ying ancestor!

> A light gauze curtain hung over the treasure ship, with melodious silk and bamboo music and graceful dancing shadows within. Yet, a towering figure of Yuan Ying stood outside the tent. If this person wasn't even allowed inside, who could be so terrifying as to reside within

A small number of cultivators also noticed the blood moon mark on the elder's brow. Recalling a certain legend from the cultivation world, they couldn't help but gasp and dare not harbor any thoughts of confrontation.

The green-canopied treasure ship sailed downstream, effortlessly gliding along.

Although the gauze curtain was not thick enough, outsiders could only see a hazy shadow, which aroused one's imagination.

Account balance.

On either side stood two tables, laden with wine and delicacies, fragrant and intoxicating.

Afterward, two men sat cross-legged.

A large space is left in the middle.

A woman plucked the strings of a qin. Dressed in plain blue, she had an air of detachment from worldly affairs. Not only was her musical talent exceptional, but she was also a peerless beauty, as breathtaking as a vision from heaven.

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When the music began, the woman in blue did not look at the strings of the qin. She gazed at the man in white behind the table to her left, her eyes as silken and beautiful as threads.

In addition, there were six female dancers, whose beauty was no less than that of the qingyi woman. They danced gracefully, seemingly shy and joyful, lingering around the man, their love almost overflowing. The man wore a white robe and a jade belt, with a dashing and unrestrained air. He was none other than Su Zinan, the adopted son of Hua Shen!

The woman in blue was a Jindan female who had lived for over twenty years by sheer luck. The other women were wives and concubines that Su Zinan had collected along the way.

His eyes were discerning, only looking at stunning beauties.

Su Zi Nan had unexpectedly left Luye and appeared in the Central Plains. He didn't hide his identity at all, openly having a Ming Yue Guard steer his boat outside.

Su Zi Nan let himself go, guzzled down a cup of fine wine, and with a flick of his hand...

The woman in green happily entered his embrace, and the strings of the qin played themselves without anyone touching them.

Embracing the slender waist of the beauty, Su Zinan took a deep sniff and looked at the man opposite him, "Mo Daoist friend, how is this Niciang Dance Garment tune"

The man across from him was no less impressive in bearing and appearance than Su Zinan, but he remained stoic and aloof, making it difficult to approach him.

He doesn't look at beautiful women, nor does he drink fine wine. His eyes are tightly closed, as if he is meditating and breathing deeply. He slightly shakes his head and says: “Mo might not understand romance, so I apologize to Daoist Su for making you laugh.”

Su Zinan sighed, "Beauty is the most wonderful thing in the world. In Su's view, it is as important as the Dao and indispensable. Don't just focus on cultivation, my friend, and neglect other beautiful scenery."

"Mo was alone, trembling with fear, not daring to relax for a moment. Unlike Su, who had the protection of Lu and his seniors, he was carefree."

The man's tone was laced with sarcasm.

Su Zinan was not bothered at all, instead he spoke with admiration: "This is exactly what I admire most about Brother Mo! Mo Xingdao, from the beginning of his cultivation, has never wanted to be bound, and has never joined any school or force. He has been hunted by sects several times but survived, and single-handedly slaughtered the Northern Desolation Demon Gate, leaving a trail of blood everywhere. Everyone respects him and fears him, earning him the title of the number one wandering cultivator in the Northern Desolation... What courage!"

Facing the flattery, Mo Xingdao remained expressionless and showed no sign of complacency. He calmly said: "Mo is not unwilling to be bound, it's just that no one has offered a bargaining chip that would make Mo give up his freedom."

Upon hearing this, Su Zinan smiled, "Don't worry, my friend. I mean what I say. Whether or not you can help me find my foster father, as long as you do your best to help me, after the matter is settled, I will give you my foster father's experience in breaking through to the god realm. Moreover, after my foster father broke through, he went to the Central Plains and learned about the secret of ascension. If you are interested, I will tell you later. After you break through to the god realm, you won't need to go to the Eight Views Pavilion or the甘露 Zen Monastery, so as to avoid being coerced by them."

Mo Xingdao opened his eyes and stared straight at Su Zinan, his eyes gleaming. "After becoming a Divine Transformation cultivator, can one truly ascend"

Su Zinan didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Throughout Zhongzhou, over the years, how many cultivators who have achieved the stage of Nascent Soul have you heard of breaking through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul and revealing their divine nature in front of others Have you ever heard of any who died during a Heavenly Tribulation You see, Nascent Soul cultivators like us all face a Heavenly Tribulation every three hundred years. If our cultivation doesn't progress, we die!"

"If that's the case, why have the cultivators disappeared"

Mo Xingdao pressed for an answer.

In his view, nothing was more important than ascension.

Having the ability to teleport and ascend, naturally one should prioritize ascension. Closing off from the world and cultivating oneself, what exactly is it that has attracted these divine transformations, causing them all to disappear

Su Zi Nan's eyes flickered, "If I knew where my foster father was, I wouldn't have made such a big fuss inviting help. Please, Daoist friend, don't blame me for calling you out. Ba Jing Guan and Gan Lu Chan Yin must know something. I suspect my foster father is implicated by them, that's why I'm here to pay them a visit!"

Mo Xingdao remained silent.

Ascending is a beautiful vision.

Other cultivators could only treat it as a wish, as motivation to cultivate themselves, but they were different. They were just one step away from the Nascent Soul stage!

It could be just around the corner, or it could be an insurmountable chasm.

The woman in green poured a full cup of wine and gently brought it to Su Zinan's lips.

Su Zinan took a sip and suddenly moved, flashing out of the tent. He stood with his arms behind his back, gazing westward.

Mo Xingdao's spiritual sense was not inferior to Su Zinan's, and it almost came out at the same time, looking in the same direction.

After a moment, the Moon Guard at the stern of the boat sensed something amiss and hurried to the bow. "Master, someone is crossing the tribulation in the west,"

Su Zijnan turned his head to look at Mo Xindao: "It's the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, its power is not very strong. Would Daoist Mo be interested"

Mo Xindao shook his head, "This person has no grievances with Mo."

Then, turning back to the counter, he left.

Su Zi'nan let out a chuckle and walked back, "Forget it! The distance is too far, by the time we get there, this person will be long gone."

In the middle of the desert.

Qin Sang was completely unaware of the variables caused by the tribulation.

One wave after another of lightning struck, and in the end, a bolt as thick as a python appeared, with the power to destroy heaven and earth. Even someone as powerful as him had to treat it with caution and dared not let the Heavenly-Eyed Butterfly directly devour the lightning.

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The last bolt of heavenly tribulation ripped through the void, the power of the tribulation thunder from the tribulation cloud unleashed without reservation. The intensely concentrated thunderforce materialized into a colossal thunderball.

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’Boom!’

A major earthquake occurred.

The Fire Lotus, fused with demonic flames, had already transformed into a sea of fire in mid-air. The moment the thunderball struck the Xuan Mirror Cold and Severe Formation, it surged back, encasing the thunderball in roaring demonic flames.

As expected, this tribulation did not pose a significant threat to Qin Sang.

Qin Sang stood in the deep pit struck by the thunder tribulation, watching the robbery clouds dissipate rapidly.

"Since the heavenly tribulation hasn't changed, does that mean Heaven has acknowledged me as the 'soul-stealer'"

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As this thought flashed through his mind, he summoned his avatar and immediately fled.ne fell swoop and spared no effort in searching for the boundless blood mulberry. He barely managed to gather enough of them to complete the array of polluted blood. His efforts were not in vain, as t...