Shen Ming and San Zang were utterly speechless. What kind of talk was this? Let him endure a heavenly tribulation, capture a Thunder Pond, and then leave?
Anyone who heard this would think the guy was either insane or outrageously arrogant—too full of himself!
What was a heavenly tribulation? It was the judgment of all living beings within the cosmos, descending with destructive power to temper the strong and annihilate the weak—an unparalleled act of the heavens.
Huang was strong, indeed extraordinary in the eyes of Shen Ming and San Zang. But enduring the tribulation was one thing—trying to seize a Thunder Pond? What a joke!
Yet, right before their stunned eyes, that reckless young man began his preparations. He chose an open area, far enough from the dam, and readied himself for the tribulation.
“Hey, kid Huang, do you have a death wish? You’re not seriously planning to provoke the Thunder Pond from the Lightning Abyss, are you?” Shen Ming shouted, genuinely worried he might do something insane.
“Hold this for me!”
With a flick of his wrist, Shi Hao sent a tender, emerald-green willow branch flying toward Shen Ming and San Zang. He couldn’t carry it with him during the tribulation.
Shen Ming caught the willow branch and warned him again not to act recklessly.
But it was too late. Shi Hao had already begun, decisively channeling his full cultivation—most crucially, pushing the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Spell to its limit to draw the tribulation!
“You—” The two golden Burial Knights stepped back, exasperated. This Huang was far too reckless.
“Relax, it’s not like I’ve never taken a Thunder Pond before,” Shi Hao said with unshakable confidence.
Neither of them believed him, thinking he was being unreliable.
The moment the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Spell was unleashed, the winds surged and clouds gathered, summoning powerful thunder elements and resonating with the heavens.
Then, from the distant Lightning Abyss, a deafening roar erupted like a flood bursting through a dam. A radiant streak shot forth, striking Shi Hao squarely.
**Boom!**
He was sent flying instantly, his robes in tatters, his body charred black—a pitiful sight.
Was there no justice? Shi Hao wanted to curse. The tribulation had barely begun, and the very first strike had knocked him flat. How could it be this strong?
“Hehe, you’re in for a treat. Enjoy it slowly,” Shen Ming gloated, swaying gracefully as she held the willow branch, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
This heavenly tribulation was anything but ordinary—its power was immense, and it was hard to imagine what horrors lay ahead.
Last time, Shi Hao had endured the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Tribulation, where an entire ancient realm manifested, and he fought his way from the Ten Earths up to the Nine Heavens against countless foes.
This time, there were no such realms—only the purest essence of thunder.
But this was just the beginning. Perhaps the truly bizarre phenomena had yet to appear!
One bolt after another rained down—first from the abyss, then inexplicably from the sky—until a staggering **three thousand six hundred** thunderbolts had struck Shi Hao.
His body was riddled with wounds, blood spilling from his lips as he suffered severe injuries.
This had never happened before. In the past, the thunder tribulation had escalated gradually. But this time, it sought to kill him from the very first strike—brutal and relentless.
And it was monotonous—three thousand six hundred thunderbolts, linked like a cascading river of stars!
“**Thousand Annihilation Thunder Tribulation!**” San Zang’s face paled.
Three thousand six hundred thunderbolts—that number was ominous. Legends spoke of the Thousand Annihilation Thunder Tribulation, a sign that the heavens intended to utterly annihilate its target.
Normally, a thousand bolts would suffice. Three thousand six hundred ensured complete obliteration.
“He’s in grave danger,” San Zang murmured. Even if he survived the three thousand six hundred bolts, the subsequent tribulation would be nearly impossible to endure.
At the very least, Burial Land records sternly warned that this was a **certain-death tribulation**—one that none could overcome.
**Boom!**
From the distance, a fiery phoenix swooped down with terrifying momentum, its wings ablaze as it lunged at Shi Hao.
“Hmm? Finally, the real tribulation begins. Were those three thousand six hundred bolts just an appetizer?” Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, sensing something different this time.
A mere prelude had unleashed three thousand six hundred thunderbolts—enough to reduce an ordinary Void-Treading cultivator to ashes, let alone a Severing Self cultivator.
The phoenix spread its wings, silencing the heavens as torrents of flame—actually condensed lightning—engulfed Shi Hao.
This was a true battle. Shi Hao steeled himself, not daring to be careless. Even though the tribulation had only just begun, he was already fighting with everything he had, fearing any misstep.
Because this tribulation was **too strange, too terrifying.**
“A great calamity indeed. First a fiery phoenix—what comes next?” Shen Ming sighed.
The sky burned, space collapsing under the inferno of lightning, erasing all life. Shi Hao was in deep trouble.
Yet, his prowess was undeniable. After a fierce struggle, amidst the lightning and flames, he **tore off one of the phoenix’s wings.**
A piercing phoenix cry echoed as the creature fled, and the storm of lightning vanished.
“What’s this smell?” Shi Hao, bloodied and battered, looked down at the dripping phoenix wing in his hand.
It felt **too real**—like actual flesh and blood, a gory phoenix wing!
“You actually want to eat it?” Shen Ming rolled her eyes.
**Crack!**
The wing exploded in Shi Hao’s grip, dissolving into a burst of lightning that tore through the void before vanishing.
**Roar—**
A dragon’s cry shook the heavens.
A massive dragon emerged, flanked by hundreds of smaller dragons, all charging at Shi Hao in a frenzy of lightning and gales.
Another form of divine punishment—a **True Dragon**, manifesting like chains of order, intent on erasing all life.
Another brutal battle ensued. By the end, Shi Hao was even more wounded, his hair disheveled, his body drenched in blood.
The great dragon lost a section of its tail before retreating, dissipating into the distant sky.
**Roar—**
Another colossal beast appeared, radiant with golden light, exuding boundless terror and bloodlust.
The **Heavenhorn Ant**, a legendary creature known for its supreme strength, descended to kill Shi Hao.
…
Another horrific battle unfolded.
**Roar—**
A **Netherworld Hound** materialized, charging at Shi Hao with murderous intent.
“You think I’m some weakling just because I haven’t fought back yet?!” Shi Hao roared in fury, forging a cauldron from lightning to **capture the beasts.**
“I’ll **stew you all!**”
The battle was earth-shaking. Beasts from the **Ten Fiends** appeared one after another—though not all of them—and the slaughter was brutal.
**Boom!**
The heavens shifted. Endless thunderclouds gathered, and countless figures surged forth—**more than the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Tribulation**—shouting in unison.
Shi Hao even saw distant figures—**Immortal Kings and Undying beings** locked in combat.
Thankfully, that battlefield didn’t engulf him, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The scene was horrifying. Creatures of all kinds leaped out to fight him. He was already drenched in blood, his body on the verge of collapse.
Several times, he was **torn apart**, only to painfully reassemble himself and continue fighting.
This was perilous. He teetered on the brink of death multiple times.
And it wasn’t over yet.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, a **miniature Lightning Abyss** manifested, crashing down upon him, annihilating all the lightning-formed creatures and striking Shi Hao directly.
**Thud!**
His body exploded **once more.**
“The Thunder Pond—it’s really appeared!” Shen Ming gasped.
“**Kill!**” Shi Hao bellowed.
He struggled to gather his flesh and blood, nearly out of strength, his injuries too severe.
This tribulation was too unusual—perhaps because he was too close to the Lightning Abyss, its power had become absurdly amplified.
**Boom!**
The miniature abyss pressed down, shattering his body again. His physique was peerless, yet he still suffered such devastation.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, Shi Hao erupted with a final surge of power. Every gate within his body burst open, unleashing boundless radiance.
**Splash!**
He leaped—**plunging straight into the Thunder Pond within the lightning.**
The pond was about half a zhang wide, gleaming silver, brimming with divine light.
**Boom!**
The heavens shattered. Lightning surged in all directions, bombarding Shi Hao relentlessly.
But inside the pond, waves rippled as Shi Hao greedily absorbed the **Thunder Tribulation Nectar**, rapidly healing his grievous wounds.
Of course, the lightning struck again, breaking his body once more—only for him to reform. A vicious, rapid, **endless cycle.**
“This… actually works?” Shen Ming was stunned.
“No. The Thunder Pond isn’t the true danger—it’s just a vessel for the nectar. The real killing intent lies **beyond!**” San Zang said gravely.
Shi Hao rolled in the pond three times, frantically absorbing the nectar to restore himself while resisting the external lightning.
Then—**a chilling sensation gripped him.**
Nearby, an ancient platform emerged, shrouded in the power of time, as if it had existed since the dawn of eternity.
Upon it rested a **Executioner’s Blade**, wreathed in immortal mist and radiant hues—before its aura receded, returning to a simple, unadorned state.
The **Immortal-Slaying Executioner’s Blade**—said to be capable of **beheading even immortals!**
Shi Hao stared at it, sensing **extreme danger.** Yet, deep within, a strange instinct stirred—**anticipation, excitement.**
He **wanted to rush toward it.**
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