The pool was small, just two feet square, bearing the marks of time and the haze of ages, its rocky walls etched with ancient scars.
Within it, thunder qi swirled, a shimmering liquid glowing brilliantly, auspicious radiance flowing like a stream, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance that seeped into the soul.
This was the Thunder Tribulation Liquid—reborn from destruction, containing astonishing vitality. It was one of the rarest divine liquids in the world, seldom seen.
For it was hidden within thunderous waterfalls—how could ordinary people reach it? Alongside destruction, the moment one approached, they would be reduced to dust.
The weak could not even approach the clouds, while the powerful would trigger a tribulation matching their cultivation, making it even more perilous!
Thus, in general, sightings were only possible after thunderstorms, when a single drop might occasionally be found in the mountains—splashed out from the Thunder Pool.
Shi Hao had barely survived his tribulation, battered and broken, before finally struggling his way to this pool of precious liquid. It was no easy feat.
If he had to do it again, he would hesitate—it was far too dangerous, and surviving was nothing short of a miracle, fraught with immense peril.
“So fragrant,” Shi Hao relaxed. Though lightning still flickered here, it was far gentler than the heavenly tribulation, unable to harm his body.
The Thunder Pool seemed carved from some ancient rock, cool to the touch, exuding an aura of time.
It was strange—how could a pool carved from rock exist amidst the violent lightning of the clouds?
Even Shi Hao couldn’t tell if it was formed from lightning or real stone. Either way, it was shrouded in mystery, impossible to fully comprehend.
The fragrance was rich, intoxicating.
Shi Hao had fought until his body was half-ruined, limbs shattered, bones scattered. This was his barely reassembled form, still riddled with cracks.
Here, he inhaled deeply, and a drop of sparkling purple liquid splashed into his mouth. With a boom, thick violet qi enveloped him.
“So comfortable!”
Shi Hao felt his limbs stretch out, his entire body at ease. A purple radiance nourished his flesh, spreading to every inch of bone and muscle, mending his wounds.
The effect was immediate—just one sip, and his body was wrapped in violet qi, a purple cloud floating above his head, mysterious and profound.
A surge of vigorous vitality rippled through him, brimming with life and strength.
*Crack! Snap!*
Inside Shi Hao’s body, his bones realigned, emitting metallic chimes as they adjusted, glowing with a lustrous sheen.
Symbols flickered across his bones—not etched, but flowing like water.
Upon closer inspection, they were the patterns of the *Primordial True Solution*, moving through his flesh and bones, shimmering with a primal, ancient power.
Shi Hao’s body had been shattered earlier. Now, as he repaired it, the *Primordial True Solution* acted as threads, weaving through his form with the vitality of the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
A second sip entered his mouth—fragrant as nectar, smooth as jade, radiant as dawn, making his lips and teeth glow with an ethereal light, filling the air with fragrance.
With this sip, a faint chanting echoed within him, as if someone were reciting scriptures, bringing clarity and peace to his mind.
At the same time, his brow shone as his radiant primordial spirit stepped forth, also drinking the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
It was astonishing—his spirit directly absorbed the active essence, refining itself into greater purity and brilliance, exuding serenity.
*Sizzle!*
Lightning crackled around Shi Hao, enveloping his body and spirit in an eerie, hazy glow.
The Thunder Tribulation Liquid was indeed a treasure, a priceless divine elixir. Shi Hao felt his injuries healing rapidly—just two sips, and such a transformation!
Lightning was one of the most destructive forces in the world, a scourge of the heavens, said to be the whip of the divine, capable of striking down all powerful beings.
To govern the realms, the heavens imposed tribulations—thunder striking all living beings, demanding reverence.
The secrets behind this were vast, beyond the understanding of ordinary creatures. Only supreme taboo figures could glimpse the truth.
Precisely because it represented destruction, the life force it birthed was all the more precious, nearly impossible to obtain.
It was a miracle—amidst desolation and slaughter, a trace of primal vitality existed. If obtained, it could cleanse the body and elevate one’s being.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged, each sip causing his body to emit holy light, violet qi forming “Dao blossoms” above his head, golden lotuses blooming around him.
This was an extraordinary phenomenon, accompanied by a chanting that resonated through the clouds.
Had anyone been present, they would have been awed, compelled to kneel in worship, revering the primal and ancient.
Shi Hao sat in silence, surrounded by wondrous visions, like the mightiest sacrificial spirit of the world, receiving the homage of all beings, chanting true scriptures.
His body healed, his spirit bathed in the Thunder Tribulation Liquid, becoming flawless as if carved from divine crystal, radiant enough to illuminate stars beyond the heavens.
A sacred sight!
Shi Hao’s injuries were gone—just a few mouthfuls of the purple liquid had reconnected his bones, regrown his tendons, and bathed his flesh in divine light, even his hair glowing strand by strand.
His physical strength had already reached a bottleneck, unable to advance further.
Now, everything changed. His body radiated multicolored light, trembling violently as his blood surged—he was undergoing a transformation akin to reforging his bones and blood.
“It’s begun!”
Shi Hao grew solemn. With his injuries fully healed, the astonishing transformation commenced.
He inhaled deeply, his body shaking violently, bones cracking loudly as his flesh and spirit split apart—not to collapse, but to shed like a snake’s skin or a cicada’s shell, casting off the old self for a new one.
Only the Thunder Tribulation Liquid could bring about such a profound metamorphosis—otherwise, it would be nearly impossible!
Shi Hao endured excruciating pain as his bones were reshaped as if by an axe—this was the legendary bone reforging, the rebirth of the primordial embryo.
Old skin peeled away, falling from his body in bloody strips.
The transformation was mystical yet terrifying—it should have been gradual, but it was happening all at once.
It was brutal. Blood seeped from his body, the shed skin clinging with bloody threads and even bone fragments—a sight that would horrify any onlooker.
His primordial spirit also cracked and reformed repeatedly, like immortal steel tempered a thousand times.
The consumption was immense. Shi Hao drank more of the liquid, replenishing his life force, rapidly forging a stronger primordial embryo.
As the transformation neared completion, Shi Hao stretched his body—sleek, powerful, and more robust than before. His skin, now shed, was as translucent as jade.
When he opened his eyes, they shone like swords, sharp and piercing, before quickly softening into a state of natural simplicity.
Now, his body and spirit had undergone a deep baptism, completing a metamorphosis far surpassing his previous state.
Close combat had always been his forte. Now, his spirit was equally formidable, tempered by lightning and nourished by the divine liquid, shining brilliantly.
*Huff!*
His primordial spirit inhaled, drawing in the lingering lightning from the clouds—no longer part of the tribulation, yet still absorbed into his brow.
Even against those who specialized in spirit cultivation, he could now stand unafraid, even proud.
Yet, he felt unsatisfied, as if he could push further, and so he drank more, striving for greater strength.
“These runes are also invigorated by the thunder qi, becoming more vibrant.”
The *Primordial True Solution*, including the *Ten Thousand Spirit Diagram*, manifested vividly within his flesh and spirit, spreading clearly like shining stars.
Shi Hao sank into deep enlightenment, only awakening after what felt like years, the world now brighter than before.
He had revisited his past journey, then stepped forward anew.
The *Primordial True Solution* was now clearer to him—he grasped its essence, the *Ten Thousand Spirit Diagram* imprinted in his spirit like a divine battle record.
“To interpret the Dao of all beings, the most primal is the closest to the origin…” Shi Hao murmured, his understanding profound, touching upon that realm.
This was monumental for him. As he neared the Divine Flame Realm, where all paths would ignite, his own path suddenly became clear.
*Rustle!*
Golden lotuses bloomed around him, rooted in the void, while petals rained from the sky, crystalline and bathed in violet qi.
With a slight tremor, these lotuses shattered the air, becoming sacred weapons deadlier than treasures!
This phenomenon had materialized into an offensive technique—Shi Hao, serene as a transcendent being, now moved like a battle immortal.
He stood, golden lotuses swaying around him, raising a hand to summon countless petals that twisted space and scattered clouds.
“Hmm?”
He was startled—not just by the overwhelming power of this divine manifestation, but by the strange sight above.
Another “Thunder Dao Firmament” existed beyond the clouds—no clouds, just inexplicable lightning forming a layer of heaven.
He had just survived ten layers of tribulation—that could be considered one Thunder Dao Firmament.
Now, he saw another.
This was beyond his current realm—a place of great peril. He knew stepping in would reduce him to ashes.
“This is the Divine Flame Tribulation,” Shi Hao murmured.
Through the lightning veil, he glimpsed a golden pool, its liquid different from the violet Thunder Tribulation Liquid!
Vaguely, he saw ancient trees, houses, golden crows, and dragons—transcendent sights!
Shi Hao was stunned yet eager. Once he ignited his Divine Flame and reached perfection, he would brave that tribulation—its rewards were extraordinary.
*Sigh…*
He exhaled, turning away—that was not for him now.
He took out a bone cauldron, collecting the remaining purple liquid—only a small portion had been used from the two-foot pool.
“Why is it dissipating?” Shi Hao frowned. The liquid was bizarre, inexplicably evaporating from the cauldron, impossible to seal.
Why? He dared not act recklessly—each drop was priceless.
After several careful attempts, the result was the same.
“Does the sun wane at its zenith? Does excess invite decline?” Shi Hao mused, recalling teachings from Qi Daolin.
At certain realms, it wasn’t just power one sought, but the subtle truths of existence.
Qi Daolin had spoken of a Three-Crowned King who, in the “Ancient Immortal Era,” sought to seize all opportunities, only to perish from overreaching.
At the same time, Shi Hao sensed the Thunder Dao Firmament above pressing down, radiating deadly danger.
This was the Divine Flame Tribulation—one strike, and he would perish.
Shi Hao nodded, yet cheekily added, “I’m not yet perfected. My bones are still broken—they need nourishment.”
As he watched the looming tribulation, he gulped down more Thunder Tribulation Liquid, absorbing it into his body.
Instantly, lightning flashed, winds howled, and torrential rain poured—a terrifying spectacle.
Bolts struck around him, nearly hitting his skull.
Between gulps, he wondered—was there some unseen presence aware of his actions?
“Hey, don’t scare me. I’m in my prime, my golden age—I don’t want to be taken yet,” he muttered.
*Crack!*
Ten thunderbolts struck beside him, splitting the void.
Shi Hao shuddered—was there truly some sentience behind this?
“A beauty, perhaps? In such a hurry to meet me? I’ll catch you sooner or later!” he whispered under his breath.
*Boom!*
This time, 108 crimson lightning bolts flashed past him, his hair standing on end.
A divine bird circled above, while a dragon peered down from the heavenly layer.
“Strange!”
Shi Hao steeled himself, not lingering further.
“Take half of the Dao.”
With that, he drank nearly half the pool, stored some in his cauldron, then fled without looking back.
*Boom!*
The void split, lightning flooding the space he had just vacated.
“Ah, my heart aches—no, my bones ache!” Shi Hao yelped in the distance, clutching his chest, his delicate face scrunched in mock pain.
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