Chapter 127
Chapter 127
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: Tribulation Fire Pierces All, Great Thousand Worlds Ruined!
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Twelve Capital Heavens Divine Baleful Secret Devil Calamity Light.
In this life, Lu Yang used the Blood Yang Sword Pellet as the carrier. Yu Suzhen gathered baleful astral winds from beyond the heavens, refined them, and ultimately forged this supreme killing divine ability.
The moment the divine ability activated, the treasure serving as its vessel shattered instantly.
The calamity light within then burst forth, drawing in the heavenly astral energies, pulling down the astral qi pervading beyond the thirty-six layers of astral clouds, transforming it into falling starfire.
As the calamity light descended from the firmament, piercing through the thirty-six layers of astral clouds and drawing nearer to the ground, it stirred the earth sha energies lurking deep beneath the vast crust, forcing the baleful qi to surge upward. Finally, it collided with the heavenly astral qi plummeting from the skies, igniting in combustion and explosion. Within a five-thousand-li radius, all humans and beasts perished utterly!
If it were merely at the peak of Qi Refining, it wouldn't reach such devastating power.
Yet Lu Yang had invoked this divine ability through the hand of the Maiden of Purity, empowered by her Foundation Establishment rank and mana, unleashing its might to the absolute limit!
In this instant, the entire realm-heaven fell into dead silence.
Even the qi-devouring bugs, frenzied to the extreme moments before, halted their movements. One by one, they blankly raised their heads, gazing at that streak of tribulation fire descending from the heavens.
The sight was like the sky itself collapsing.
At the Dao Court's encampment, a disciple rushed in panic, his face etched with terror. He stumbled forward, practically tumbling as he cried out, "General! Outside, outside—"
Then he caught sight of Wang Jinting's impassive face.
No, not impassive.
Numb.
Wang Jinting no longer knew what expression to make. Even merely staring at the falling tribulation fire made his eyes ache with piercing pain.
Flee with the [Abyss-Sinking Assembly-Halting Diagram]?
Indeed, as a fruition treasure, the [Abyss-Sinking Assembly-Halting Diagram] could reach anywhere within the realm-heaven. Dodging this tribulation fire would be effortless.
But... he had his limits!
The [Abyss-Sinking Assembly-Halting Diagram] could survey the entire realm-heaven and shift at will, yet it required mana to fuel it. Even if he exhausted every drop, he could only relocate within three thousand li. But that tribulation fire's aura blanketed a full five thousand li! He couldn't escape it at all!
"Ha, haha..."
Wang Jinting's mouth cracked open, squeezing out a parched laugh. He glanced at Guang Ming nearby, but even the will to question him was gone.
Then he turned to Yun Miaozhen at his side.
Recalling this Perfected Being's earlier defiance, Wang Jinting spoke slowly with a sliver of hope, "Fairy, do you have a way to counter it?"
He saw Yun Miaozhen glance at him in bewilderment.
Counter this?
"Thud!"
The next instant, Yun Miaozhen's lithe form went limp, collapsing straight to the ground. Her once sword-qi brimming eyes now held only raw terror.
Her sword heart—shattered.
No epic clash as imagined, no evenly matched duel. Simply beholding that tribulation fire from the heavens had broken her sword heart!
"This can't be... It shouldn't... Why...?"
Hearing Yun Miaozhen's dazed mutterings, Wang Jinting froze for a moment. Then his gaze toward her shifted, tinged with unspoken pity.
"No why about it." Wang Jinting said flatly. "We've lost."
That was the outcome.
"...Lost?"
Only now did Yun Miaozhen snap back to reality. But the next moment, with her sword heart in ruins, her face twisted in abject terror:
"I'm not a Dao Court disciple."
"This dao-seizing battle has nothing to do with me!"
"I want out!"
What a joke—how could she die here?
She was a true disciple of the sword pavilion! The future Foundation Establishment hope of the Yun Clan! As heaven's cherished daughter, her potential was far from realized!
Reluctance, rage, fear, ambition—all the uncontrolled emotions surged from her shattered sword heart.
Yet in the end, they all crumbled to dust.
Tribulation fire plunged from the firmament. Within five thousand li, astral and earth sha ground against each other. The explosive inferno melted metals and stones, endless baleful flames devouring all life and vitality.
Countless Dao Court disciples stared blankly as their bodies ignited, shattered, and turned to ash. The final glint in their pupils was the searing white of the tribulation fire's blast. Even the souls drifting free after their flesh disintegrated found no mercy, incinerated to flying cinders amid the boiling astral sha.
Beyond them, the nearby qi-devouring bugs.
These mindless beasts were ferocious indeed, bravely charging even the tribulation fire—only to scatter like moths to flame in midair.
—Tribulation fire pierced all, great thousand worlds ruined!
All that came before lost meaning. Qi Refining mid-stage? Late? Peak? Grand divine abilities? The only difference was how long one lasted in the flames.
In this moment, even Wang Jinting couldn't suppress a long sigh.
For this dao-seizing battle, the Dao Court and Pure Land had come prepared together. They thought to exploit the Primal Saint Sect's transitional weakness and reap a windfall.
Who could have foreseen this end?
They'd practically won—only for a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being to emerge from the Primal Saint Sect! You call that fair, bullying Qi Refiners after reaching Foundation Establishment?
"Beasts..."
Gazing at Yun Miaozhen, now reduced to flying ash, Wang Jinting uttered one final resentful curse before vanishing in the blaze.
At the same time, the Saint Sect side witnessed it all.
After the searing white brilliance faded came a colossal mushroom cloud, trailing crimson fire and golden lightning as it rose, accompanied by shockwaves rippling outward.
Even from their position, they felt the faint brush of the winds.
"Fuck me..."
On the battlefield, Xu Xin sprawled beside the exhausted Chongming, slapping his body. "Young master, you dead? If not, come see the Perfected Being in action."
"I'll fucking die your mom... Get off me."
Chongming's body twitched faintly, a low growl escaping. He wanted to roll over but lacked the strength, forced to let Xu Xin stay put.
Nearby, the Jiaolong Daoist slumped on the ground too.
He had the largest build, the gravest wounds—and the toughest vitality. He lived on, silently watching below.
There lay Bi Feiyuan.
Her once flawless figure was gnawed beyond recognition. One of her radiant eyes devoured, leaving only a hollow socket.
"...She's gone."
Looking at the approaching Qin Tianhe, the Jiaolong Daoist rumbled dully. "Her divine ability's too limited. Bugs don't care how pretty she is."
"You saying that means you think I'm pretty?"
Suddenly, Bi Feiyuan laboriously lifted her head, twisting her blood-smeared face. With her remaining intact eye, she shot the Jiaolong Daoist a flirtatious wink.
The Jiaolong Daoist: "..."
Meanwhile, Qin Tianhe grinned too. "Looks like our luck held. With the Perfected Being's strike, we've won this dao-seizing battle after all!"
Bi Feiyuan glanced at Qin Tianhe, unscathed from head to toe, and smirked. "Win-by-lying-down dog."
Qin Tianhe's smile froze. He couldn't help retorting, "I found the Dao Court's position! My contribution was huge!"
Focusing only on results warps one's efforts!
"What does that have to do with you? Wasn't it that bald donkey's defection? Right, where's that bald donkey? What's his name? He didn't die, did he?"
"Oh, forgot about him."
"He was in the tribulation fire's range too. Probably collateral."
"Tough luck for him."
Just then, an awkward, timid voice piped up nearby:
"Esteemed cultivators... this little monk's still alive."
The group turned in surprise, spotting Guang Ming huddled in a corner, neck shrunk, peeking out cautiously. He'd escaped the tribulation fire's reach?
"I never went in the first place..."
Facing their predatory, dissecting stares, Guang Ming hurriedly explained. "The one who went was this little monk's clone..."
As he clarified, he cursed inwardly. He'd known these Primal Saint Sect fiends were untrustworthy—holding back a contingency when dealing with such beasts. Even in surrender, one had to stay sharp, lest they get used up as "talent"!
(End of chapter)