Chapter 1365
The Birth of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Lord
His meridians surged violently, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His Dao power was instantly disordered and nearly collapsed.
The second sword shadow was even more domineering, carrying the purity of a blue lotus and the ferocity of thunder, slashing diagonally at the protective star power barrier around the fierce general on the right.
Before this sword shadow, it was as if they had encountered an insurmountable chasm.
With a deafening roar, the barrier shattered instantly, and starlight scattered and flew everywhere, like broken glass.
The sword's momentum hadn't subsided when it slammed into the fierce general, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The impact created a deep, human-shaped crater, filled with smoke and dust. The sound of the warrior's bones cracking could be clearly heard, and his aura instantly weakened.
The third sword shadow hovered in mid-air, its azure light swirling and thunder rumbling faintly.
The sharp edge remained fixed on the two of them, unmoved.
next moment.
With a ripping sound!
Countless sword shadows fell, swirling and clashing.
Each of them had experienced countless battles in the depths of the starry sky and had seen countless powerful figures.
But they had never seen such a sword shadow before.
"withdraw."
One of them whispered a single word.
Without hesitation, the other person's two dark figures tore through the void and disappeared.
But the two had not yet escaped.
A flash of sword light.
The two men died instantly, leaving only two enormous heads on the ground!
In the quiet room, Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of purple light appeared in his eyes.
He looked down at the Nine Tribulations Origin Thunder Crystal in his palm. The crystal's color had deepened, indicating that some of the Dao power sealed within it had been consumed.
Yet, in that instant of their exchange, he drew them in, forcibly merging the two forces within his primordial spirit.
That forced fusion did not bring damage, but rather a strange sense of clarity.
The barrier between the power of the lightning tribulation and the power of the Azure Lotus has thinned.
It was as thin as a sheet of paper, just one last push away.
Ye Yang closed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly; no one could tell what his expression was.
……
At the back of the Flying Heaven Sect, all the elite disciples had been mobilized and were stationed in layers at the entrance, making it difficult for even a bird to pass through.
Upon learning of the attack on the Jing Shi, Yan Qingying stood up with a livid face, her sleeves fluttering with murderous intent.
"From this moment forward, no one is permitted to approach within a hundred feet of the back mountain. Anyone who disobeys this order will be killed on the spot, regardless of the reason."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every disciple clearly.
No one dared to question it.
Gu Xuanze stood at the entrance of the mountain path behind the mountain, his hands behind his back, gazing at the tightly closed stone chamber. The wind swept up from the mountainside, ruffling the white hair at his temples.
He ignored it, his gaze calmly fixed on that direction, like an old tree with deep roots.
"Hold on."
He silently recited it in his heart.
"Hold on a little longer until he comes out of seclusion."
……
On the other side, inside the celestial palace, the situation was far more chaotic.
The outer walls of the Immortal Palace have been breached in three places, and under the repeated bombardment of starlight, more than half of the defending cultivators have been killed or wounded.
The survivors retreated to the inner sanctum, and the battle lines shrank further and further.
Xingyanzi stood in mid-air, looking down at the sacred land below.
On the other side, inside the celestial palace, the situation was far more chaotic.
The outer walls of the Immortal Palace have been breached in three places, and under the repeated bombardment of starlight, more than half of the defending cultivators have been killed or wounded.
The survivors retreated to the inner sanctum, and the battle lines shrank further and further.
Xingyanzi stood in mid-air, looking down at the sacred land below.
But at that moment, he seemed to notice something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh."
He was twirling a jade talisman with a faint blue starlight between his fingers.
That was his life-bound connection with the two cultivators sent to the back mountain of Feitianmen.
The star patterns on the jade talisman were bound to the primordial spirits of the two individuals.
Once the two die, the jade talisman will shatter and transmit its last breath back to them.
"impossible."
He murmured softly, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Those two were fierce warriors I selected from the Starry Sky Battlefield. Their cultivation had reached the peak of the Void Refinement stage, and they were protected by heavy Starry Sky armor. How could they... die instantly?"
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the remaining star power condensed into a thin thread of light, probing into the void to capture the last trace of life left behind by the two fierce generals before their deaths.
As the light threads moved, two faint yet clear auras were fed back.
One wisp was the cultivator's natal star power, which had long since dissipated.
The other wisp is two completely different yet intertwined forces of Dao.
A force like thunder from the abyss, deep and restrained, carried a devastating pressure.
It is like a lotus just beginning to bloom, pure and refreshing yet resilient, carrying an endless vitality.
The two forces collided without any disorder, instead forming a strange suppressive force.
It was this suppressive force that instantly tore apart the cultivators' protective star power and shattered their primordial spirit.
Xing Yanzi's breath hitched slightly, and a name flashed through his mind.
"Ye Yang, is that him?"
"It seems we can't wait for the demons any longer; we must act immediately."
"enough."
He suddenly spoke.
The accompanying cultivators were taken aback.
"Your Excellency, the Celestial Palace is about to fall, why—"
"I've said enough."
Xing Yanzi turned around and looked into the distance, in the direction of the Flying Heaven Gate.
He already knew the news that the two fierce generals had sent back when they returned.
Not only was Ye Yang's breakthrough not interrupted, but he also used that encounter to complete a crucial fusion of Dao power.
Only one step remains to reach the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm.
Xingyanzi stood in the void, silent for a long time.
Having cultivated for countless years, he had seen and seen off too many cultivators.
He knew one thing.
Some people can be stopped, some cannot. Ye Yang is the latter.
But he also knew that even if he couldn't stop him, he absolutely couldn't let him break through safely.
He understood better than anyone what the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm meant.
That's not just a leap in combat power, but a reshaping of the entire star system's landscape.
"Pass on the order."
His voice was calm. "Temporarily halt the offensive against the Celestial Palace."
The monks looked at each other in bewilderment.
Xing Yanzi glanced at everyone.
"Go, contact the Demon Lord and get them to join the attack."
……
The aura of the demon race hovered like a moving dark cloud at the edge of the Star Sea Cultivation Realm, restrained and unleashed.
Blood Demon Lord stood at the forefront of the army formation, his figure as tall as an iron tower.
A pair of demonic eyes burned with dark red flames as he gazed into the distance toward the Flying Heaven Gate, his expression complex.
"Demon Ancestor, Xingyanzi has sent someone here, saying he wants to talk."
A demon general bowed and reported, his tone clearly hesitant.
What should we talk about?
Blood Demon Lord frowned.
"They said they would join forces, with the target being... the Flying Heaven Gate."
After the demon general finished speaking, he took half a step back, waiting for the demon ancestor's reaction.
The Blood Demon Lord did not speak immediately, but turned around and looked into the deeper darkness.
There, a figure sat upright in the void, shrouded in extremely deep demonic energy, making his face unrecognizable.
Only a pair of eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, their depths unfathomable.
Those were the true high-ranking members of the demon race.
He was unassuming and unassuming, yet even more terrifying than the Blood Demon Lord.
"If Ye Yang breaks through."
The figure spoke, its voice low and deep, as if it were rising from the ground.
"If the demons invade the cultivation world, another insurmountable barrier will be added."
"But we cannot enter the cultivation world, nor can we stop him from breaking through."
The Blood Demon Lord stated bluntly, "Unless—"
"Unless someone does it for us."
The figure spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling certainty.
“When the demons withdrew from the Star Sea cultivation world, I left some things behind.”
Blood Demon Lord paused.
"What is that?"
In the darkness, the figure's lips seemed to twitch, as if in a smile.
"A chess piece. It has been lying dormant for a long time; it's time to make it move."
……
Inside the quiet room, Ye Yang was unaware of what was happening outside, yet it seemed as if he knew everything.
His divine sense had shrunk to its limit, no longer extending outwards, but instead completely receding inwards and sinking into the deepest part of his primordial spirit.
There, at the intersection of the power of the lightning tribulation and the power of the azure lotus, there is a faint barrier that stretches across the space.
It was as if some invisible rule between heaven and earth forcibly separated the two forces.
He reached out and pushed the barrier forward.
Didn't move.
He increased his effort.
Still nothing.
He drew out all the power of the Nine Tribulations Origin Thunder Crystal, along with the last trace of medicinal effect of the Star Marrow Jade Mushroom, and poured it all onto it.
The barrier trembled.
A crack appeared.
A wisp of lightning tribulation power seeped through the crack and touched the edge of the power.
The moment the two met, they emitted a very faint tremor, not from a collision, but from resonance.
Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes.
That barrier began to crumble.
It didn't collapse suddenly, but rather it started from that crack and gradually crumbled, like ice breaking in spring, with cracks spreading, fine and unstoppable.
The power of the lightning tribulation and the power of the azure lotus were like two rivers that met at the point where the barrier shattered, and began to slowly and irreversibly merge.
That feeling is hard to describe.
It was as if something within his body had been completely unblocked, the flow of Dao power suddenly became smooth, and his primordial spirit trembled violently at this moment before returning to silence.
It is not an empty silence, but a full and profound stillness that has contained everything.
On the stone wall of the quiet room, thunder patterns appeared automatically, spreading outwards as if someone were using their finger as a brush to draw something on the stone wall.
He was only one step away from the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm—that final step was right in front of him, within reach.
……
Outside the Flying Heaven Gate, a streak of light descended. The person who arrived was in a hurry, but suddenly stopped when he was still a hundred feet away from the gate.
It wasn't stopped intentionally.
It was the scent of the earth beneath his feet that brought him to his stop.
The mountain at Feitianmen is different from what it was half an hour ago.
That aura seeped up from the earth's veins, permeating the vegetation and rocks, making the entire mountain seem to tremble slightly.
It was not an earthquake, but a deeper vibration originating from the Dao itself.
"He... is about to break through?"
The newcomer's throat bobbed, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was joy or fear.
From the direction of the back mountain, the intertwined light of blue lotus and thunder shines like a great lamp in the night, serene and magnificent.
Yan Qingying stood in the closest spot, gazing at the radiant light, her lips pressed tightly together, but her eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.
Gu Xuan stood beside her, remaining silent for a long time.
The wind blew down from the mountaintop, causing the edge of that radiant light to sway gently before it steadily returned to its place.
On the stone wall of the quiet room, thunder patterns appeared automatically, spreading outwards as if someone were using their finger as a brush to draw something on the stone wall.
He was only one step away from the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm—that final step was right in front of him, within reach.
...(End of this chapter)