Chapter 1369
The Power of the Late Stage of the Heaven and Earth Sword Tribulation
A crimson light slowly swirled between heaven and earth.
The original power of these Thunder Tribulation Realm experts did not disappear after it dissipated.
Instead, in a mysterious way, it began to give back to this land that had endured the ravages of war.
At first, it was just a very subtle change.
At the foot of Feitianmen Mountain, the long-dried Yinling Creek, suddenly began to seep out a trace of dark blue liquid from the cracks in the dry rocks of the crevices in the crevices of the streambed.
The liquid was as clear as jade, carrying a faint spiritual light, and slowly spread along the course of the stream.
But only for a moment.
What happened was astonishing: the once lifeless stream came back to life.
The tinkling sound came from among the rocks, flowing all the way down to the spiritual fields at the foot of the mountain.
Where the stream flows, the withered grass stems on both banks begin to quietly turn green.
Then, an even bigger commotion unfolded in the distance.
On the edge of the wild and desolate land, the earth, which was originally fragmented, hardened, and blackened, suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, cracks spread from the ground, not breaking apart, but growing.
From the edges of those cracks, clusters of deep purple fungi emerged, unfurling their caps at a visible speed in response to the dissipating primordial energy.
A purple halo rippled outwards from the umbrella, gradually dispelling and consuming the surrounding demonic remnants.
Between the mountains, the stone walls that had collapsed due to the impact of the battle began to slowly rise.
It's not a simple repositioning of the rocks, but rather a renewed expansion of the earth's veins.
The severed spiritual veins, permeated by the power of origin, are like withered tree roots soaked in sweet rain.
Each segment comes back to life, transporting the spiritual liquid buried deep underground upwards along the veins.
In what was once an abandoned spirit mine pit, faint glimmers of light began to appear on the mine walls, which had been left empty due to over-exploitation.
Two Flying Heaven Sect deacons guarding the vicinity were listlessly patrolling.
One of them, upon seeing this, suddenly stopped, rubbed his eyes, and abruptly squatted down, bringing his face close to the mine wall.
"Old Zhao! Come and see!"
Another person walked over quickly, and when they shone the light from the magic lamp in their hand, both of them gasped at the same time.
Countless crystals, each the size of a thumb, grew densely in the cracks of the mine walls.
The crystal was a deep purple color, with shimmering light flowing inside.
Each grain of spiritual energy emitted is several times more concentrated than that of ordinary low-grade spirit stones.
"Amethyst ore! This is amethyst ore!"
"Wasn't this mine supposed to have dried up thirty years ago? How... how did it come back to life?"
He didn't even have time to answer his own question.
Then I heard a faint, dense sound, like raindrops falling on withered leaves.
Crystals were also precipitating from the surrounding rock crevices.
Those pure, primordial forces.
It is using the earth's veins as a framework to re-condense the essence of this world.
An even more spectacular sight occurred on the spiritual veins of the Flying Heaven Sect.
On the plaza outside Lingxiao Palace, the disciples who were practicing in the morning suddenly felt a sudden heat in their dantian.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy within his body seemed to be given a strong push, and its circulation speed suddenly increased several times.
The bottleneck in cultivation that had been stuck for days and remained stagnant began to loosen at this moment.
It seemed that the long-blocked river channel had been suddenly cleared by a large surge of water.
"I...I feel like I'm about to break through!"
A female disciple of a martial artist suddenly opened her eyes.
Her cheeks flushed red, her expression a mixture of surprise and joy. She quickly sat cross-legged, suppressing the surging spiritual energy and guiding it to flow and circulate through her meridians.
The senior brothers and sisters around noticed the commotion and subconsciously wanted to speak up to warn them, but they found that their cultivation was also slightly weakened at that moment.
They exchanged a glance, and each saw the surprise in the other's eyes.
No one spoke; everyone fell silent and sat down cross-legged.
In the square, soft beams of light appeared one after another.
Some disciples at the peak of martial arts, propelled by this abundant spiritual energy, directly broke through the threshold of becoming a True Person.
Its body shone with golden light, causing the stone bricks on the square to vibrate and hum.
Some elders who had been stuck at the True Person realm for many years suddenly had a sudden realization, feeling that the path ahead had become clear.
A surge of immense magical power erupted, lifting him up half an inch into the air.
There was also an old cultivator with white hair and beard who had been in seclusion as a Purple Mansion True Person for decades and had almost forgotten what it felt like to break through. At this moment, he widened his cloudy eyes.
Just now, the barrier that had trapped him for decades shattered silently.
"God..."
His voice trembled, and tears streamed down his face.
A tear slid down her wrinkled cheek, landing on her clothes and spreading out.
Meanwhile, the spiritual liquid surging within the sect's spiritual veins became increasingly abundant.
The original, vibrant and pure Daoist charm that emanated from the power of origin.
The entire Flying Gate is being re-soaked.
Birds flew out of the forest, circling in the air, their calls clear and melodious.
The ancient tree in the corner of the sect, charred black by lightning and dead for seven or eight years.
Suddenly, a tender green bud sprouted from the withered branch.
The back hill, a quiet room.
The stone gate was tightly shut, seemingly isolating it from the prosperity and splendor outside.
Ye Yang sat cross-legged on the futon.
A thick pile of storage bags and magical artifacts, large and small, were scattered all over the ground in front of him.
Those were all the relics left behind by those enemies.
He calmly took out the items one by one.
He then used his divine sense to scan the contents of the storage bag, categorizing and organizing them neatly.
Several Dao artifacts were scattered around the futon. The Starry Copper Disc that Xing Yanzi used to set up the star array had fine cracks on its surface due to extreme overexertion during the battle.
However, the internal magic array patterns are still intact and worth repairing.
It must be extraordinary that it was brought here from the ancient starry road.
The Blood Demon Lord's blood-red battle axe, forged over the years with the blood of his enemies, is imbued with a strong killing intent.
Even the slightest touch at this moment is enough to shake one's soul.
This is also an extremely rare and powerful weapon for attack.
In addition, Ye Yang also found a demonic secret technique in one of the people's storage bags. He slowly opened it and found that it was a peculiar method of cultivating both Dao and Demonic arts.
If Ye Yang were still below the Nascent Soul Dao Realm, he would naturally regard it as a treasure.
However, for me now, having cultivated to this level, this item is no longer needed.
So he immediately withdrew his divine sense and placed the jade slip in a brocade box that was sealed off from his aura, to be examined in detail later.
Next, they took the broken bone whip fragments of the demon leader in black robes, along with the various storage rings remaining from the five people.
Ye Yang took out the last storage ring, glanced inside, and his lips twitched slightly.
Inside lay a three-inch-long spiritual herb, its entire body like jade, with a faint golden glow emanating from its roots.
He didn't recognize the herb, but the medicinal aura it emitted alone caused his primordial spirit to tremble slightly, suggesting it was a treasure of extraordinary origin.
Ye Yang gently closed the brocade box and placed it beside him.
After doing all this, he did not rush to get up, but slowly closed his eyes, placed his palms up on his knees.
The quiet room fell silent, with only the sound of breathing remaining.
He won that battle.
Win cleanly, win completely.
This was his first real battle after his breakthrough.
He should be satisfied.
But as he sat there, Ye Yang's brows furrowed slightly, as if something was slowly fermenting in his heart, and he couldn't quite describe what it was.
He began to recall the battle from the beginning.
In their first encounter, he activated the Immortal Fixation Technique to face Xing Yanzi.
At that moment, the way he mobilized the power of the laws was intuitive, requiring almost no thought.
In the past, when he used the Immortal Stabilization Technique, he would actively "push out" that power of law. The process required a certain amount of concentration, and each release would consume a considerable amount of Dao power and spirit.
This time, however, that power seemed to have seeped into his very breath.
He thought that the power was there.
He didn't want it to, so it remained silent, waiting quietly, like a knife that had been sheathed for too long, ready to make a name for itself with just a nod from its master.
This feeling made Ye Yang ponder for a long time.
He realized that after breaking through to the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm, his connection with the laws of heaven and earth had undergone a fundamental change.
In the past, it was "borrowing"; now it's "collaborating".
His perception used to be one-way, as if it were through a thin veil.
You can reach out and touch it, but you can't cross it.
Now, every move feels like tearing open a curtain with brute force, barely borrowing its power, and then the curtain closes again, and everything returns to normal.
That curtain has disappeared.
The laws of heaven and earth, like streams merging into a river, have become one with his Dao power.
He doesn't need to "touch" it, because he himself is already a part of it.
Ye Yang raised his hand and looked at his palm.
Between the lines on the palm, extremely fine purple-gold light patterns are faintly visible.
Those were the traces left after the Daoist essence of the tribulation of lightning seeped into the meridians, flowing quietly, without noise or ostentation, yet containing power that could be unleashed at any moment.
He recalled the action of stabbing Xing Yanzi with his sword.
That sword strike was silent, without any light, and not even a glint of light was visible.
The sword tip, only a touch of blue, moved gently forward.
But it transcends space itself.
However, there is still room for improvement.
Where are the limits?
Ye Yang asked himself softly.
The answer remains unclear at this moment.
He knew that the Tribulation Realm was just a starting point, not an end point.
Just like when one first stepped from the primordial spirit into the Dharma form, and then from the Dharma form to the Void Refinement stage, there are endless worlds waiting to be measured within each threshold.
But he also sensed something unusual.
The primordial power of those people after their deaths, under Ye Yang's unconscious guidance, is now nourishing the heavens and earth.
This matter itself made him think for a long time.
That wasn't something he did intentionally.
He did not use any magic or activate any supernatural powers.
The scattered primordial power, under the cover of his aura, naturally flowed into the world, replenishing the spiritual energy that had been depleted by time and war.
"Birth and death are two sides of the same coin."
His path began to become more harmonious.
The power of destruction can be the end, or it can be a new beginning.
Thunder is no longer just a symbol of divine punishment; it also contains vibrant life and is the driving force for the revival of all things.
At this moment, Ye Yang felt an unprecedented sense of openness in his mind, as if an invisible chasm had quietly disappeared before him.
He slowly rose, his blue robe fluttering as if a gentle breeze were passing by.
"It's time to go out for a walk."
(End of this chapter)