To command the heavenly tribulation—how utterly inconceivable is such a feat?
It is the might of nature, the power of the heavens, unfathomable and inscrutable, like a blade of death suspended above the heads of cultivators. Once it falls, it is often a fatal strike!
Yet now, there is one who harnesses it, artificially invoking divine retribution!
This is undoubtedly a monumental event, chilling to the bone—an embodiment of the ruler of the cosmos, wielding heavenly punishment and dominion over all living beings.
“Impossible! I refuse to believe it!” Jin Zhifei growled, forming hand seals as his body radiated light, as if forged from divine glass and gold, elevating his state to its absolute peak.
**Crack!**
Above Shi Hao’s head, lightning cascaded like a waterfall, shrouding him in an aura of mystery, wreathed in wisps of chaotic mist, exuding sheer terror.
Then, thunder surged like vast tidal waves, illuminating the heavens in a blaze of brilliance, dazzling beyond measure!
Shi Hao stood amidst the sea of lightning, resembling a battle-immortal—ethereal yet exuding a murderous aura. His thick black hair, now tinged gold by the lightning, billowed as his momentum surged like an ancient titan awakening, wielding unparalleled combat prowess.
“Playing tricks with illusions? You think you can command the heavenly tribulation and become the envoy of cosmic dominion? Die!” Jin Zhifei roared.
His arms spread wide as the golden light around him intensified, transforming into a wrathful Vajra Guardian, suffused with immortal energy, as if an ancient Vajra Immortal had been resurrected in the mortal realm!
“Awaken, the immortal blood of my ancestors flowing within me! Deduce the supreme immortal seal! You who live eternally in our veins—slay my foe!”
Jin Zhifei’s voice, eerie as if emerging from the depths of hell, chanted an archaic incantation, summoning an ancient presence.
Though he claimed disbelief in Shi Hao’s control over the tribulation, inwardly, he harbored no underestimation. On the contrary, he took it with utmost seriousness, even resorting to his clan’s forbidden power.
**”Roar—!”**
The Vajra bellowed, countless points of light igniting within Jin Zhifei’s body, connecting like an ancient immortal reviving from death, radiating boundless radiance amidst a rain of mysterious light.
“Perish!” Jin Zhifei bellowed, channeling all his might, unleashing this power in a terrifying seal aimed at Shi Hao.
The onlookers held their breaths—this battle had reached its critical juncture!
“Go!”
At this moment, Shi Hao uttered a soft command, raising a single finger to point forward. Though the motion was neither intimidating nor violent, it carried an indescribable domineering aura.
With that single gesture, the thunderous waves swirling behind him surged forth like a breached dam, roaring forward like a mountain flood unleashed.
**Crack!**
The thunderclap was horrifying, akin to the shattering of hell itself, shaking souls to their core. Bolts of lightning in various hues—golden and sacred, black and frigid, purple and noble, silver and sharp, crimson and eerie—intertwined in a terrifying spectacle.
**”Boom!”**
As Jin Zhifei’s seal descended, immortal light coursed through his body, forming a vague divine embryo as if being nurtured, ready to break free—its presence utterly terrifying.
This strike alone shattered the heavens!
Jin Zhifei’s oppressive aura manifested in a colossal seal, heavy and vast, expanding as it crushed toward Shi Hao.
Yet, as the multicolored rivers of lightning surged forth, everything changed. The collision between the two forces was cataclysmic, as if tearing apart the cosmos itself.
“Ah—!”
Many screamed, their eyes searing with pain, forced to shut them against the blinding radiance.
Soon, blood trickled from the eyes of younger cultivators, their vision scorched by the lightning and immortal seal’s light, leaving them lightly wounded.
“Impossible!” Jin Zhifei snarled within the storm of lightning, his body wracked with agony as the bolts seared his flesh, forcing muffled groans of pain.
“Ah—!” Soon, he howled in torment, for this was indeed heavenly tribulation—specifically targeting his immortal body.
Ordinary lightning could be wielded by many cultivators.
Even the ancient Suanni and Thunder Phoenixes could unleash profound bolts, annihilating foes and dominating the battlefield with their mastery of thunder.
But such lightning was incomparable to heavenly tribulation. The fact that a youth could command it—this was unimaginable!
“Ah!”
Jin Zhifei writhed in unbearable suffering. The heavenly tribulation was inescapable—no matter how one fled, the lightning would find its mark!
This was one of its distinctions from other profound thunder techniques.
The lightning formed waves, crashing one after another, drowning Jin Zhifei in their fury, battering his flesh relentlessly.
He struggled, his face contorted, his body charred like a burnt log.
Witnessing this, the younger cultivators trembled in fear. This was genuine heavenly tribulation—someone had achieved the impossible, artificially manifesting it.
It was akin to a myth within myths, beyond comprehension.
At last, they understood—Huang was no ordinary figure. To command the heavenly tribulation, he was truly worthy of his title as the young supreme who had slain ten kings.
In this era, ordinary cultivators could not undergo tribulation—not because they were weak, but because they could not invoke it. The great war of the Immortal Ancient had shattered this realm into nine heavens and ten ancient lands, damaging the cosmos and halting the emergence of tribulation lightning.
This seemed like protection for cultivators.
Yet in truth, it was a sign of weakness, slowing the evolutionary potential of all beings in this realm, preventing them from reaching their destined heights.
Only through trials could one grow stronger. Without the baptism of thunder and the test of tribulation, generation after generation would grow weaker.
In this era, a select few sought to invoke tribulation—though only the supremely powerful could endure it. Otherwise, it would be disastrous, for forcibly summoning the absent heavenly tribulation would provoke the wrath of the unseen, unleashing bolts far beyond one’s capacity to withstand.
In essence, it was a death sentence!
Few could survive!
Jin Zhifei, a genius of the Jin Clan, had once attempted it, only to be left charred and barely alive. He knew its horrors all too well.
Especially as one’s strength grew, the tribulation would only become more terrifying. The higher the realm, the harder it was to endure.
He was certain that by the “Severing Self” realm, he would be unable to survive. To force it would mean death!
For the world had changed—this tribulation surpassed the natural lightning of old. In this vast world, few could endure it at the Severing Self realm.
Thus, for the first time, Jin Zhifei felt fear.
“Uncle, fully awaken the immortal blood! Do not hesitate—revive it all!” Jin Zhan shouted from behind, fearing his elder might perish here.
Yet, this came at a dire cost—the essence of his bloodline, the immortal heritage passed down by his ancestors, would be consumed.
Those faint traces of immortal blood, though scarce, were more precious than life itself to a prodigy like him.
Once activated and burned, he would at the very least fall gravely ill!
Cultivators did not fall ill, for they were no longer mortals. If it happened, it meant their bodies were failing, their divine power waning, their spiritual senses dulled. Worse, their bones and talents might be damaged, crippling their potential.
Those traces of immortal blood were part of the reason for his heaven-defying gifts. To lose them would be catastrophic!
“Huang, you’ve enraged me!” Jin Zhifei snarled like a wounded beast, thrashing in the lightning, lifting his head and pounding his chest.
This time, countless motes of light—each a different hue—flowed through his body. The immortal blood within him was stirring, reviving.
And not just awakening—it was being extravagantly burned, all for survival.
**Sizzle!**
Hundreds of light points erupted from Jin Zhifei’s flesh, interlinking outside his body to form a bizarre, multicolored divine robe draped over him.
The onlookers were stunned. The legacy of the Vajra Immortal was terrifying indeed—such a bizarre method, calling upon immortal blood to form this protective barrier.
**Boom!**
Now, when the lightning struck, it was repelled by the divine robe, sparing Jin Zhifei’s charred body from further harm.
“Huang, what else can you use against me now?” Jin Zhifei roared, his hair wild, his body scorched as if by immortal flames.
The crowd was awed. The robe was too mystical—it repelled the lightning, causing the tribulation to hesitate, its strikes weakened and scattered upon contact.
For now, Jin Zhifei was safe, free from the tribulation’s torment.
To repel heavenly tribulation? It was like a fable!
“I shall slay you!” Though his body was charred and battered, Jin Zhifei surged with arrogance, leaping toward Shi Hao.
“Be careful!” Cao Yusheng shouted.
“Shameless! An old Severing Self realm bully targeting a youth? Huang, dodge!” The Jade Rabbit of the Moon had arrived just in time to witness this and cried out in alarm.
Others echoed the warning.
All of Shi Hao’s allies were frantic. Jin Zhifei had repelled the heavenly tribulation—burning his immortal blood had granted him unimaginable power.
Clearly, this was dire for Shi Hao.
Yet Shi Hao stood calmly within the sea of lightning, his black hair now golden from the electric glow, his entire body radiant and flawless, like a true immortal descended to earth.
There was no trace of fear in him—only serenity, a calm so profound it was terrifying.
In this moment, he was transcendent, standing alone amidst the tribulation, impervious to all laws, bathed in a holy light.
“Heavenly tribulation cannot be escaped by any living being. It must be faced. You… shall strive to transcend it. Fail, and return to the dust of the mortal world,” Shi Hao said softly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand once more, pointing forward. A streak of tribulation lightning descended, striking Jin Zhifei and shaking him violently.
Jin Zhifei’s expression shifted, but he soon laughed coldly. “Still useless! You cannot harm me. What other tricks do you have?” His face darkened with murderous intent. “I send you to the afterlife!”
“Those who underestimate heavenly tribulation… die,” Shi Hao replied.
**Boom!**
His right hand reached into the thunderous sea, and in the distance, the storm clouds parted, revealing an ancient, dried-up lightning pool—a relic of eons past, exuding an aura of desolation.
“A Lightning Pool! But it’s dry—no tribulation liquid!” Many gasped in shock. To witness such a legendary artifact here!
“Seal!” Shi Hao commanded. The ancient pool glowed, unleashing an irresistible force that sucked Jin Zhifei inside.
“No—!” Jin Zhifei screamed, struggling as his divine robe cracked and dissipated, leaving him vulnerable to the lightning once more. His body felt on the verge of collapse.
Shi Hao stepped beside the pool, his right hand blazing as a radiant bolt formed into a blade. Gripping the thunderous saber, he swung down with devastating force.
**Thud!**
Jin Zhifei’s head was severed, blood spraying wildly.
“Find a jar. If he’s not in human form, pickle him as a side dish,” Shi Hao said coldly.
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