O43novel Chapter 856.27: Great Ascension Third Tribulation
Chapter 856.27: Great Ascension Third Tribulation
...The heavens had indeed changed.
Chen Huaian stood proudly atop the floating peak, the rusty axe in his hand.
He simply gave a light swing.
There was no deafening roar of heaven and earth collapsing, nor any flashes of blade light or sword shadows.
There was only a faint sound, like an eggshell cracking.
*Crack.*
The black thunder chains connecting the coffin to the firmament, greedily sucking spiritual energy like blood-sucking leeches, all shattered in that instant!
Losing their core anchor, the [Nine Heavens Refining Profound Great Formation] that had enveloped the floating peak and operated for who knows how many tens of thousands of years let out a groan of unbearable strain.
The void trembled, the formation patterns disintegrated.
The dome that had been perpetually shrouded in black clouds, like a curtain forcibly torn apart, slowly cracked open a massive gash.
There, originally, the entire Earth Star was blanketed by a layer of lifeless "gray haze." All things withered, sentient beings were muddled, trapped within the cycle of karma and reincarnation.
But at this moment.
*Boom—!* The coffin shook.
The vast, surging "turbid qi" that had accumulated for millennia, which immortals viewed as a ferocious beast and raging flood.
Like a giant dragon imprisoned for countless years, roared as it burst out of the underground palace, soaring into the clouds!
It was a mighty, clear torrent brimming with vibrant vitality!
Wind rose, clouds surged.
That torrent swept across like a gale, with a force that crumbled the rotten and withered, madly scouring away the stale, gloomy "gray haze" between heaven and earth.
Wherever it passed, the gray haze dissipated, the cosmos became clear and bright.
Withered wood met spring, all things revived.
The "turbid qi" that made the lofty immortals tremble with fear, when it descended to the mortal realm, became sweet rain that nourished all living beings.
Chen Huaian watched as the gray haze was washed away, as the sky in his eyes became a clear, unblemished blue, as the long-absent sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the scarred earth. He took a deep breath of the wind filled with "turbid qi," feeling only profound refreshment and delight.
...
The wind ceased, the clouds stilled.
Atop the floating peak, a deathly silence reigned.
Bi Yue Wu's corpse, cleaved in two, still retained some warmth.
Not far away, amidst a pile of rubble, Tu Fu Xing's shattered true body emitted its final, faint glimmer of fluorescent light.
Chen Huaian sat cross-legged.
This was the time when it would be best to leave quickly. After all, the pots of those celestial beings in the heavens had been smashed; they must have already noticed and would undoubtedly be furious.
But Chen Huaian did not leave. He was not in a hurry, nor was he afraid.
If he left, who would bear the brunt? Let Muscle Tyrant do it?
Perhaps Muscle Tyrant had such a destiny, but Chen Huaian was not that kind of person.
His fight with this heaven was his own affair. Why would he need his pet to cover for him?
Heaven and earth were utterly tranquil.
Chen Huaian simply breathed quietly.
With each inhalation and exhalation.
The "turbid qi" that had just revived around him, which made immortals tremble with fear, joyfully rushed into his body through his pores.
At the same time.
Tu Fu Xing's true spirit, on the verge of dissipating, along with the pool of golden immortal blood on the ground that had not yet dried, seemed to be drawn by some unseen force.
They no longer flowed downward.
Instead, they transformed into wisps of pure golden mist, suspended in the air, converging like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all vanishing into the space between Chen Huaian's eyebrows.
—The Great Ascension stage devouring an immortal.
Unprecedented, and likely never to be repeated.
Mortals cultivating to immortality seize the fortune of heaven and earth.
Chen Huaian cultivated the sword, seizing the fate and lifespan of immortals and gods.
The golden mist entered his body, instantly transforming into a raging torrent, scouring through his meridians that were already as tough as divine iron.
There was no pain, only a natural, effortless progression.
From deep within his body came an extremely faint, extremely crisp, unusual sound.
*Crack.*
As if an invisible shackle had quietly snapped.
The barrier of the Great Ascension Second Tribulation, at this moment, shattered like thin paper.
Third Tribulation.
Peak of the Third Tribulation.
Perfection.
Chen Huaian slowly opened his eyes.
No light shone within them, only a profound depth like an abyss.
He lifted his head to look upward.
There, the sky that had cleared after the great formation shattered had, without notice, begun to accumulate heavy, leaden clouds once more.
The cloud layer was extremely thick, pressing down low. Within it, faint purple-red lightning flickered and slithered, exuding a violent, destructive aura that seemed intent on annihilating everything.
The Response from the Heavenly Dao.
When a mortal becomes an immortal, they are inevitably envied by heaven.
"It came really fast."
"Leaving aside whether the Heavenly Dao of Earth Star has been controlled by those lackeys filling the sky, its efficiency is not just a little bit faster than that of the Giant Golden Eyeball of the Cangyun Realm."
The Giant Golden Eyeball of the Cangyun Realm, which had been dozing off, shuddered all over.
Then it glanced at Spirit Void Old Ghost and Old Demon Xiao working in the mines, before withdrawing its gaze.
In this vast Cangyun Realm, only these two workhorses might be bad-mouthing it behind its back. In that case—their workload doubled!
...
The heavenly tribulation was about to arrive.
The sealing and suppression of the heavenly laws had already descended a step ahead.
Chen Huaian pressed his hand on the sword hilt resting on his knee, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile.
"Before undergoing the tribulation..."
He turned his head slightly. His gaze seemed to penetrate ten thousand *zhang* of empty space, looking towards the distant, unreachable gate of heaven above.
"...I still need to clean up some trash first."
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