The immortal being, his face slightly pale, had actually lost an arm. This injury made his heart tremble, but what terrified him even more was the opponent’s fearlessness and ferocity, which filled him with dread.
To have his left arm severed, blood gushing—such a thing was unimaginable to him!
For countless years since becoming an immortal, he had never encountered such peril, nearly forgetting the taste of blood. Yet today, a human powerhouse had forced him into such a dire situation.
His silver-white body radiated light as he swiftly retreated, taking his severed arm with him. With his abilities, regrowing a limb was no issue!
He felt fortunate—had the heavenly tribulation not been so fierce, obstructing Meng Tianzheng, he might have been in an even more wretched state, perhaps even facing true danger!
Of course, the reason he could evade the lightning was due to a peerless treasure he carried.
In the sky, the heavenly tribulation raged violently—divine light of the Immortal Dao, supreme thunderbolts. Any ordinary being would have long been reduced to ashes.
Even Meng Tianzheng was wounded. Earlier, in his pursuit to slay the immortal, he had recklessly charged forward, disregarding the lightning. Now, he reaped the bitter consequences, grievously injured.
His audacity stemmed from his unique path—cultivating the body as a seed. Though incomplete, it still set him apart from ordinary Immortal Dao practitioners, granting him immense power and resilience.
Moreover, he had cultivated the *Indestructible Scripture*, further reinforcing his body, allowing him to remain composed.
Otherwise, how could he dare strike so boldly amidst the tribulation?
Without delay, Meng Tianzheng adjusted slightly, inhaling and exhaling thunder between his lips before charging once more at the immortal, determined to take his life.
What an astonishing truth this was!
A human cultivator who had just stepped into this realm dared to wield his sword of slaughter repeatedly, seeking to kill an immortal who had walked the Dao for countless years. Few would believe such a tale.
Typically, newcomers needed time to consolidate their foundations, lacking sufficient Immortal Dao power to rival seasoned experts.
Yet Meng Tianzheng had done it—he could wound, even slay, an immortal-level being who had cultivated for eons.
All because of the defiance of heaven embodied in his path—cultivating the body as a seed—now fully manifest!
Blood flowed from his chest, a gaping hole pierced clean through by the earlier lightning. Yet Meng Tianzheng paid it no mind, pressing forward to kill his foe.
His time was truly running out—he had to slay the immortal swiftly.
**Boom!**
The heavens split asunder, the thunderbolts terrifying beyond measure. Immortal light boiled, crashing down relentlessly, shaking Meng Tianzheng as he endured the most brutal onslaught.
But there was no dodging—only enduring. This was heavenly tribulation, calamity, the judgment of fate, a baptism of life and death.
To survive was to break free, soaring like a bird in the boundless sky. Yet even if he endured, life would no longer be his.
In the end, the road ahead was shrouded in darkness.
**”Boom!”**
Meng Tianzheng struck, his hands forming a sword of black and white, unleashing a colossal blade of light that tore through the heavens and split the cosmos.
The immortal’s expression turned solemn as he parried with his celestial halberd, retreating. He was stalling, hoping the tribulation would further wound his opponent.
Yet deep inside, he felt humiliated. A true immortal, reduced to such tactics—he despised himself for it.
But survival was paramount. Only those who laughed last were the victors. He refused to let emotions cloud his judgment.
**”Kill!”**
**Clang! Clang! Clang!**
Deafening clashes erupted as the heavens shattered. Sword light stretched for millions of miles, cleaving through the vast expanse, revealing glimpses of eternal life and the radiance of ascension.
This was Meng Tianzheng’s final battle—a decisive clash against an immortal!
**Splat!**
The immortal bled once more, his ribs pierced by sword light, bones severed, a horrific wound torn open.
**Swoosh!**
At the same time, Meng Tianzheng’s twin crescent blades, gleaming with Dao light, unstoppable, pierced the void and slashed across the immortal’s back.
**”Ah—!”**
The immortal roared in fury. Never in an entire era had he been so assaulted!
Blood erupted from his shoulder, his scapula nearly severed. Those crescent blades were peerlessly sharp, etched with Dao runes—utterly terrifying.
**Boom!**
Yet at the critical moment, Meng Tianzheng was obstructed once more—not just by the thunder drowning him, but by the descent of black mist, corroding his flesh.
This was the ominous substance that had once doomed two generations of prodigies—Ye Qianyu and Mo Wudao—ruining their ascension at the final step.
Sure enough, Meng Tianzheng staggered as black mist swirled around him, his soul stiffening under an inexplicable assault, as if another self sought to seize control.
Latent killing intent, subconscious negativity—all erupted at once.
It was as if he was undergoing nirvana, a new self threatening to overwrite his original soul, seizing his body. A horrifying prospect.
Meng Tianzheng abruptly raised his head, roaring at the sky, dispersing the black mist and resisting the corruption.
Yet the mist churned above, lingering, refusing to fully retreat—as if something lurked within.
This was far more terrifying than the heavenly tribulation, a despair beyond measure.
The tribulation could be endured, but this unknown black mist? Few survived. Ye Qianyu and Mo Wudao—peerless geniuses—had fallen to it. The calamity of ascension!
Meanwhile, the immortal’s expression twisted strangely—hope, longing, yet also deep-seated fear.
A contradiction of emotions!
**”Kill!”**
Meng Tianzheng bellowed, charging the immortal, throwing all caution to the wind, ignoring the twin threats above.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
This time, the tribulation rumbled like divine war drums, colossal beams of destruction sweeping down.
Meng Tianzheng coughed blood, his body riddled with wounds, on the verge of disintegration. His body-as-seed formed a cocoon of light, mitigating the lethal strikes.
Yet he still suffered grievous harm.
**Rumble!**
Billions of thunderbolts surged endlessly as the heavily wounded Meng Tianzheng lunged at the immortal.
This time, the lightning reached its peak—an unimaginable torrent of Immortal Dao thunder.
**”No!”**
The immortal panicked as an artifact on his body shattered with a *crack*, the lightning now engulfing him.
Earlier, he had remained unscathed thanks to a precious pendant—an immortal treasure of incalculable worth, nurtured by multiple immortals, capable of defying heavenly judgment.
Without it, he would have been swallowed by the storm long ago.
Now, that priceless treasure was destroyed.
**”Ah—!”**
The immortal roared, forced to endure the tribulation. Though unafraid—having faced it before—he still dreaded its lethal potential.
No one willingly subjected themselves to such torment twice.
The immortal struggled against the lightning, while Meng Tianzheng seized the opportunity to strike.
Both were trapped in the storm—neither could escape.
**”Boom!”**
Now, the immortal fought desperately. His halberd suddenly expanded, unfurling into a banner that fluttered violently in the wind.
The halberd was merely the pole—this was its true form!
A massive black banner, adorned with skeletal patterns and ghostly silhouettes, echoed with the wails of gods and the howls of vengeful spirits.
**Boom!**
The immortal shook the banner, unleashing an endless tide of undead—corpses, skeletons, an army from the netherworld.
They charged at Meng Tianzheng, each terrifyingly powerful.
**”Thunder Execution!”**
Meng Tianzheng roared, summoning endless lightning that reduced swathes of the undead to ash.
Yet some—golden skeletons, jade-like corpses—remained intact, shrieking as they advanced.
This banner, refined by the immortal over eons, was a peerless treasure, now unleashing its full might.
Within it lay the remains of fallen immortals, even true immortals—making it horrifically potent.
**”Roar—!”**
Millions of wraiths howled, their battle cries shaking the heavens as they surged toward Meng Tianzheng.
The banner flapped violently, each wave shattering the void, summoning endless reinforcements.
**Swoosh!**
Meng Tianzheng erupted with boundless light, tilting his head back and inhaling countless thunderbolts. His body crystallized, transforming into a sword embryo.
This time, not just his arms—his entire being became a blade.
Trained in the *Indestructible Scripture* and his own supreme techniques, he dared such a feat. Bold, resolute, fearless—he pressed forward, determined to cleave the heavens.
**Swoosh!**
Where the sword light passed, countless wraiths wailed, annihilated in an instant.
The universe trembled as an immortal sword cut through all obstacles.
Simultaneously, his twin crescent blades, baptized by immortal light and thunder, grew even deadlier, hewing through mountains of corpses.
**Splat!**
Meng Tianzheng closed in, his entire body now a sword embryo. He deflected the halberd and slashed the immortal, nearly splitting him in two.
Laws and divine chains cascaded like waterfalls as the immortal fought desperately, striving to counterattack.
At that moment, two crescent blades arrived—embodying yin and yang—shattering all Dao symbols, tearing through defenses.
And in that critical instant—**swoosh! swoosh!**—they severed both of the immortal’s arms, blood spraying wildly.
The sword embryo that was Meng Tianzheng resonated with the Dao, its light blazing as it rose high and slashed down.
This time, there was no suspense—the immortal was cleaved in two.
**”Ah—!”**
A true immortal, even bisected, refused to perish. His split soul sought to flee, his flesh attempting to reform.
But at this point, defiance was futile.
Meng Tianzheng reverted to human form, the twin crescent blades hovering behind him, radiant as he stepped forward.
In one stride, he seized the severed soul, his fingers erupting with sword energy, grinding it to dust!
**Splat!**
The crescent blades gleamed, shredding the remains into bloody mist.
An immortal had fallen—utterly annihilated!
**Crack!**
Meng Tianzheng seized the halberd and snapped it in two, wary of hidden mechanisms.
Awe-inspiring—a newly ascended immortal, slaying an ancient one, even destroying their weapon.
Next, he tore the banner apart, reducing it to fragments.
Above, the heavenly tribulation raged on, endless and merciless.
Meng Tianzheng stood motionless, bathed in lightning, a mix of melancholy and resignation in his heart. He knew—his final moments had come.
Immortal thunderbolts struck relentlessly, but worse, the black mist descended once more, threatening to engulf him.
With one step, he vanished, carrying the ominous mist far from the battlefield, seeking solitude for his final hours.
On the walls of Imperial Pass, countless voices cried out his name, tears streaming.
Deep in the cosmos, upon a drifting ancient continent, Meng Tianzheng stood alone, stars falling around him, lightning and immortal light intertwining.
His face now bore a trace of eeriness—shrouded in black mist.
**”Roar!”**
He bellowed, dispersing the mist and repelling the thunder.
Turning, he cast one last glance toward the borderlands, his golden armor tattered and bloodstained, the crescent blades radiant behind him—a figure both immortal and demonic.
A sigh escaped him, tinged with reluctance.
His aura had grown unsettling.
The black mist swirled, threatening to consume him.
Through bone mirrors, those at Imperial Pass witnessed this final scene, weeping and calling for his return.
Yet years passed, and he never came back.
That was the last anyone saw of him—the final image of Meng Tianzheng.
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