“Only after defeat can one attain enlightenment; only after breaking free from the cocoon can one transform into a butterfly. This child’s state of mind is truly terrifying!”
An elder cultivator murmured under his breath, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
They understood far better than the younger generation just how difficult it was to take the step from the King realm to Sainthood. It required not only unparalleled talent, but also immense perseverance, great fortune, and a flawless, transparent Dao heart!
Wang Zhan had accomplished it—and before everyone’s eyes, in a manner so shocking that it left them speechless!
Prince Ji Xuanye of Great Zhou suddenly clenched his fists. The imperial dragon aura around him became unstable, and his gaze sharpened like a blade.
The compass in Xinglan’s hand stopped spinning. His expression turned incomparably solemn.
The Jiang Family's Divine King Physique, the Yaochi Saintess, and the others were equally shaken to their cores, sensing a pressure greater than any they had ever experienced.
Ling Xi stood quietly, her cool gaze sweeping over the gradually receding sacred light. A trace of understanding flashed through her eyes.
It was somewhat unexpected that Wang Zhan had been the first to take this step, but it was also entirely reasonable.
After all, the foundation of that Azure Heaven Sacred Physique was terrifyingly profound. Moreover, he had received enlightenment from the battle intent of Emperor Qingcang. With his Dao heart now clear and unblemished, his breakthrough had naturally followed as smoothly as water flowing along its course.
At the edge of the crowd, in an unremarkable corner, stood a young man.
He wore a simple black outfit and had an ordinary face—the kind that would be forgotten the instant he disappeared into a crowd.
Yet at this moment, deep within his seemingly ordinary eyes, countless bolts of lightning appeared to flicker and be born and extinguished, reflecting the soaring azure sacred radiance surrounding Wang Zhan in the distance.
His lips curved slightly upward. In a voice only he could hear, he murmured with a hint of interest, “The Azure Heaven Sacred Physique… Wang Zhan? Interesting.”
If Fatty Wang had been paying attention and carefully observed this person, he would have been shocked to discover that this was none other than the mysterious young man who had once tempered his body in the heavenly lightning of Wind-Thunder Valley!
At the very instant Wang Zhan stabilized his sacred might and achieved the status of a Saint—
“Rumble!”
A terrifying pressure that made one’s soul tremble descended without warning!
This pressure did not come from the stone wall, nor did it come from any of the cultivators. It came from above!
It came from the vast sky beyond the Emperor’s Tomb!
Although the countless restrictions within the Emperor’s Tomb blocked it, the might of the heavenly tribulation still pierced through some of those barriers. Like a dark cloud, it enveloped the hearts of every newly ascended Saint.
“It’s the heavenly tribulation! The tribulation for attaining Sainthood!”
An experienced elder cultivator turned pale with shock and cried out.
“The tribulation clouds are gathering outside the Emperor’s Tomb! What terrifying power!”
Just as the might of heaven and earth reached its peak and was about to descend—just as it was on the verge of forcibly tearing through the restrictions of the Emperor’s Tomb and locking onto the person undergoing the tribulation—
Gu Changge looked up at the sky and said, “This is the resting place of a Great Emperor, a place of eternal slumber. It must not be disturbed. Disperse!”
The instant his words fell, the terrifying tribulation aura that had enveloped the souls of everyone present was erased as though by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace!
The tribulation clouds dispersed, but an indistinct imprint of the laws of heaven and earth quietly pierced through the void and settled onto Wang Zhan, who had just attained Sainthood, like a brand.
This imprint meant that the heavenly tribulation had not disappeared. It had merely been delayed.
Once he left the Emperor’s Tomb and saw daylight again, the heavenly tribulation that had accumulated for even longer—and might possess even more terrifying power—would arrive as promised. It could even be more violent than before!
In front of the stone wall, complete silence descended.
Everyone had been stunned by this bizarre scene.
“What happened to the heavenly tribulation?”
“Could it have been blocked by the Emperor’s Tomb?”
“It must be! The might of the Emperor is vast, and all techniques are powerless before it. Who would have thought it could even isolate a heavenly tribulation?”
For a time, the crowd began discussing the matter animatedly, their hearts filled with awe and admiration for the methods of the Great Emperor.
They all believed that the Emperor’s Tomb itself possessed some wondrous power that had protected Wang Zhan and temporarily delayed his tribulation.
Wang Zhan had naturally sensed the arrival of the heavenly tribulation, the obstruction created by the Emperor’s might, and the imprint of the laws of heaven and earth that had ultimately settled upon him.
He slowly opened his eyes. Divine light was contained within them, while sacred might naturally flowed around his body.
He had succeeded in breaking through. He had become the first peerless figure among the younger generation to enter the Saint realm!
He—Wang Zhan!
He had lived up to the potential of a Great Emperor!
His calm gaze swept across the faces around him—faces filled with shock, envy, wariness, and fighting spirit—before finally settling on Battle Asura and Sword in White.
The sacred power within his body, vast as an ocean and far surpassing what he had possessed before his breakthrough, surged through him. It brought with it an absolute confidence born of having everything under his control.
At this moment, his earlier eagerness to fight Battle Asura had settled and sublimated into something deeper.
Challenging someone in the King realm while he was a Saint would be somewhat akin to bullying him.
“Battle Asura, once you achieve Sainthood, you and I can—”
Before he could finish, his gaze inadvertently swept over the person standing behind Xiao Ruobai’s shoulder.
It was Fatty Wang, wearing a foolishly honest smile while his beady eyes darted slyly over Wang Zhan’s body.
With that seemingly casual glance, Wang Zhan’s voice abruptly stopped.
The words “a fair battle” and the like instantly became lodged in his throat.
Those unpleasant memories came crashing down upon his mind, dousing the heat that his recent breakthrough had stirred within him!
One must never underestimate anyone—especially not someone as monstrously talented as his opponent.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness he had nearly gone too far.
Wang Zhan’s expression stiffened and changed almost imperceptibly for an instant.
He forcibly changed the direction of his words. “No, why wait until you become a Saint? Once matters in the Emperor’s Tomb are settled, we shall fight again!”
However, the instant his words fell, a cool and melodious voice rang out calmly.
“There is no need for Senior Brother to fight.”
Ling Xi, who had remained standing quietly to one side as though isolated from the surrounding noise, took half a step forward.
Her gaze was indifferent as it settled on Wang Zhan.
“After we leave the Emperor’s Tomb, I shall personally experience the true power of the Azure Heaven Sacred Physique of the Desolate Ancient Wang Family.”
The moment these words were spoken, everyone turned their eyes toward Ling Xi. Shock and a sense of utter absurdity immediately filled their faces.
Wang Zhan, a newly ascended Saint, had issued a challenge to Battle Asura, who had once defeated him. Though unexpected, that was still within the realm of reason.
But this person had actually taken the initiative to step forward and accept her senior brother’s challenge on his behalf.
Some recognized her as the Cyan Rakshasa, who had fought earlier. Her combat power was indeed formidable.
But she was only in the King realm!
No matter how powerful she was, could she really defeat a Saint?
And her opponent was Wang Zhan, who had just broken through, whose momentum was surging, and whose sacred physique had reached perfection!
Wang Zhan’s pupils also contracted slightly.
He studied Ling Xi deeply, sensing the tremendous energy contained within her seemingly delicate body.
“Good!”
Wang Zhan uttered only one word, but it carried a weight as heavy as a mountain.
“Outside the Emperor’s Tomb, I will be waiting for you.”
Behind Xiao Ruobai, Fatty Wang and Mo Yu exchanged a glance when they heard Ling Xi accept the challenge. Their expressions became strange.
They simultaneously recalled Ling Xi’s astonishing display earlier—the terrifying technique with which she had nearly crushed a Saint King to death with a single finger.
When they looked at Wang Zhan again, there was no worry in their eyes. Instead, they revealed a trace of extremely subtle sympathy.
They thought to themselves, “Brother Wang, Brother Wang… You’d better pray for your own safety.”
As the commotion caused by Wang Zhan gradually subsided and everyone’s attention returned to comprehending the stone wall and competing for the Emperor Scripture—
No one noticed that, at the edge of the core region of the Emperor’s Tomb, the space in the shadow of a shattered corridor pillar, where the light was dim, stirred with an almost imperceptible ripple.
A thin, withered old monk draped in a dark golden kasaya, his aura obscure and unfathomable as an ancient well, quietly emerged like a ghost. He was none other than the Western Regions Buddhist elder who had come to investigate Fakong’s death.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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