Early the next morning.
After having breakfast with Qin Fei and the others and instructing them to cultivate diligently, Qin Ning did not hesitate any longer. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he directly soared into the sky and flew toward the endless void above.
He passed through the atmosphere, flew out of Earth, and arrived in the dark and cold expanse of outer space.
After determining his direction, Qin Ning pushed his speed to an unprecedented limit, quickly vanishing from the solar system.
For this tribulation, Qin Ning planned to undergo it somewhere within the Milky Way, approximately one hundred to five hundred light-years away from Earth.
The Milky Way was massive, with a diameter reaching one hundred thousand light-years.
This was a truly terrifying astronomical figure.
To put it into perspective, even with Qin Ning's current cultivation base, flying at full speed, he could only cover about five hundred light-years a day at most. To cross the entire Milky Way, it would take him two hundred days!
"As expected, besides Earth, there are actually quite a few other civilizations existing within the Milky Way."
As his body rapidly shuttled through cosmic space, Qin Ning released his divine sense. Along the way, he sensed the presence of life auras on several planets.
Because these civilizations were simply too far from Earth, with humanity's current technology, truly observing their existence was nothing but a fool's dream.
The location of the first civilization he discovered was about fifty light-years away from Earth.
What kind of concept was this?
Humanity's fastest spacecraft today only reached speeds of a little over ten thousand kilometers per hour.
At such a speed, flying one light-year would take nearly one hundred thousand years!
What about fifty light-years?
Five million years!
Just thinking about such a distance was enough to make anyone feel despair and suffocation, let alone observing the existence of these civilizations from so far away. It was simply not something Earth's current civilization could achieve.
"This place is not bad."
After flying for about a day, Qin Ning stopped at a location nearly four hundred light-years away from Earth.
He descended onto a cold, barren planet, then closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.
...
Time slowly passed.
Calculated by Earth's time, Qin Ning stayed here for about seven days in total before his Immortal Emperor Tribulation finally descended.
For this tribulation, Qin Ning had made ample preparations.
With ninety-nine heavenly bolts of lightning each day, it would take seven days to endure.
Finally, after another seven days had passed, as he repelled the very last bolt of heavenly tribulation.
At this moment, Qin Ning's cultivation truly stepped into the Immortal Emperor realm!
This was an ultimate transformation and sublimation.
In the instant he reached the Immortal Emperor realm, Qin Ning truly experienced the formidable and terrifying nature of this power. Compared to his previous self, it was more than ten times as astonishing.
To use the simplest analogy.
Before the tribulation, flying here from Earth, a distance of four hundred light-years, took him almost an entire day.
But now, after stepping into the Immortal Emperor realm, it would take him one minute at most!
At this moment, the planet beneath his feet was already a devastated mess, completely losing the appearance it had when Qin Ning first arrived. Having endured the seven-day Immortal Emperor Tribulation, this planet was destined to explode in the near future.
Its core had suffered irreversible damage.
This was exactly the reason why Qin Ning had come here to undergo his tribulation.
If he had done it on Earth, one could imagine that Earth would have long been reduced to a wasteland devoid of life.
Swish!
Without hesitation, he leaped up, and his entire figure instantly vanished from the spot.
"Should I head straight back, or go check out these civilizations?"
In a region of deep cosmic space, Qin Ning stopped outside a blue planet.
He was actually quite interested in these extraterrestrial civilizations.
Buzz!
He released his divine sense, instantly enveloping the entire planet.
The size of this planet was quite similar to Earth's, and its gravity was almost identical.
Most importantly, after probing with his divine sense, Qin Ning discovered that the advanced lifeforms on this planet were actually humans as well.
The only difference was that there were no black or white people; they were all of Asian descent.
This planet was like a sister to Earth. The humans here had similarly developed technology and built high-rise buildings.
They had spacecraft, mobile phones, watched television, drove cars, and flew in airplanes.
Their path of technological development was exactly the same as Earth's!
If he didn't know his current location, Qin Ning would have definitely thought he had returned to Earth.
With curiosity in his eyes, he remained silent for a moment before his body dove down, descending onto this planet.
In the middle of a bustling city, on a busy street, Qin Ning appeared out of thin air without drawing anyone's attention.
"Aba aba..."
The sounds of pedestrians conversing drifted over from the street.
Although their technology was almost identical, their language was different from Earth's.
Qin Ning slightly closed his eyes. About two seconds later, when he opened them again, he had mastered the language of this planet.
"Are you guys going to watch Brother Kun's basketball game in the city tonight? I heard there will be singing, dancing, and rap."
A group of high school students walked by, seemingly discussing a certain superstar on this planet.
Everything here was almost no different from Earth, also focusing on technological development.
However, Qin Ning also discovered that there were actually cultivators here as well.
But the number of cultivators was extremely small. Out of a planetary population of ten billion, only a meager few hundred could truly be called cultivators.
Moreover, the cultivation levels of these few hundred cultivators were pitifully weak. The strongest among them had only barely reached the second or third tier of the Pulse Condensation realm.
"Interesting. It's actually not a bad place for a vacation. I can bring Xiao Fei and the others over to play in the future," Qin Ning muttered to himself.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! What's wrong with you?"
Suddenly, a short distance to Qin Ning's side, such a voice rang out.
Looking over, he saw a white-haired old man who had inexplicably collapsed on the ground. Beside him, a young woman around twenty years old was desperately trying to wake him up.
"Damaged heart meridians."
Qin Ning narrowed his eyes and released his divine sense, instantly spotting the root of the problem.
"A cultivator, huh..."
He noticed that this old man was no ordinary person, but a cultivator possessing the cultivation of the ninth tier of the Body Refining realm.
With such strength, if placed on Earth—setting himself aside—the other party could completely do as they pleased and walk unopposed.
"Since this person is a cultivator and his cultivation is not low, he is most likely connected to the highest echelons of this planet. Saving his life might prove useful in the future."
With this thought in mind, Qin Ning immediately walked over.
"Quick, help me call an ambulance... hurry... Grandpa... wake up..."
The young woman was named Lin Yuting. At this moment, panic completely consumed her face as she pleaded for help from the surrounding crowd.
Qin Ning walked over and crouched down in front of her. Ignoring Lin Yuting's reaction, he directly reached out and gently tapped a finger on the forehead of the old man, who had already stopped breathing.
"You..."
Lin Yuting instinctively wanted to say something.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
However, before the words could leave her mouth, she heard her grandfather—who had been lying on the ground without a breath—miraculously wake up.

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