The spiritual energy in his Qi Sea began to transform into a higher form of sacred origin power, causing the spiritual energy within a hundred miles to churn violently like boiling water.
A vast, overwhelming force furiously reshaped Mo Tianxiao’s body. Every single cell underwent a leap in evolution, and his soul power surged upward at an astonishing pace.
The Sacred Realm was a stage of life-level evolution—an intermediate transition between the mortal and the Dao.
To break through from the Tribulation Stage to the Emperor Stage, one had to undergo a long and arduous tempering in the Sacred Realm. Every aspect—body, soul, enlightenment—must be refined to perfection before one could even attempt to enter the Emperor Stage.
The moment one stepped into the Sacred Realm, they had moved one step closer to the Dao. They now stood at its very doorstep.
Time passed slowly. Mo Tianxiao’s cultivation level silently crossed the threshold of the Sacred Realm, breaking through the bottleneck.
Outside, for a hundred miles in every direction, the sky shifted wildly. Endless black clouds gathered, and threads of lightning began brewing within them, waiting for the moment Mo Tianxiao emerged from seclusion—when his heavenly tribulation would descend without mercy.
However, Mo Tianxiao’s breakthrough was far from over. He had no intention of emerging anytime soon.
An endless torrent of sacred origin power poured into his body, bringing him a pleasure so intense he simply couldn’t stop.
One year, two years, three years...
The breakthrough stretched on for several years. And for those same years, the dark, oppressive clouds hung low over the sky, growing heavier. The blue lightning that once crackled through them had long since turned a terrifying black-red, exuding an aura of pure destruction.
For a hundred miles, the sky flickered with black-red arcs of lightning, like a scene of apocalyptic doom—drawing countless cultivators seeking fortune.
“It’s changed again! Over the past few years, the aura of this heavenly lightning has grown more terrifying!”
“What kind of monstrous treasure is about to emerge, to summon such fearsome divine lightning?”
“Could it be an Emperor-ranked artifact? This kind of commotion—it can’t be anything ordinary.”
“Exactly! It could very well be an ancient Emperor-ranked artifact being born. Even if it’s not an Emperor-ranked artifact, it has to be a heavenly treasure of the same tier. Look at this formation—the dense sacred origin aura. As a top-tier array master, I can guarantee this is a Sacred-ranked formation!”
“As far as I know, there are no Sacred-ranked array masters in the Xuanhuang Realm today. Even if some major powers possess Sacred-ranked or even Emperor-ranked formations, they were all preserved from ancient times.
Which means this Sacred-ranked formation was likely also left behind from antiquity—meant to conceal some world-shaking treasure! Now that the formation’s power has weakened, the rare treasure is revealing itself, triggering this heavenly anomaly!”
“If we all work together to break through this formation, we can force the treasure to appear ahead of time!”
“Hmph, easier said than done. This is a Sacred-ranked formation! Even a Sacred Realm cultivator would have a hard time breaking through it in a short time. Besides, who knows how many treasures are inside? If there’s only one, with so many cultivators here, who does it belong to?”
Outside the Sacred-ranked formation, hundreds of cultivators had gathered. The weakest among them was at the Nascent Soul Stage—a testament to the immense pull of the heavenly phenomenon.
“Wan’er, what do you think is really inside there? Could it truly be a treasure comparable to an Emperor-ranked artifact?”
Among the crowd, two beautiful women stood side by side in the air, tilting their heads slightly as they gazed at the terrifying black-red thunderstorm that even they found deeply menacing.
Su Muxue’s expression grew somewhat serious. “If there really is a treasure, we’ll need to discuss how to get our hands on it. We can’t let these people take it so easily.”
Beside her, Nangong Wan—skin like white snow, radiating an aura of aloofness, with an icy expression and indifferent eyes—allowed a faint smile to appear on her face. “Muxue, it seems your years in the Demon Sect have changed you quite a bit.”
“If it were the old you, you would have said something like, ‘The worthy shall claim it by fate.’”
At that, Su Muxue shrugged carelessly. “People change, you know.”
Hearing this, Nangong Wan’s eyes dimmed slightly. “People change…”
“Yeah. After so many years, I wonder if Senior Brother has changed too.”
The two had left the Demon Sect specifically to search for Mo Tianxiao, who had failed to return on time. Before they even left the Demon Province, they were drawn by the massive heavenly phenomenon.
“Him? That shameless guy? How much could he possibly change? Elder Yue said he’s already at the Tribulation Stage. I don’t get how he cultivates—barely over a hundred years, and he’s almost caught up to our centuries of bitter training.”
“But it’s fine. As long as he hasn’t reached the Sacred Realm, I still have a chance to beat him. This time, I’m definitely winning!”
Su Muxue had always carried an obsession: to defeat Mo Tianxiao at least once. After nearly nine hundred years of arduous cultivation, personal guidance from her quasi-Emperor sister, and an enormous supply of resources, she had successfully broken through to the Sacred Realm.
Now, she was a cultivator at the second level of the Saint Realm.
Nangong Wan, meanwhile, was even more extraordinary. The faint aura she emitted had already reached the late Saint Realm. Her Celestial Bone was still unleashing its power, and the higher her cultivation, the more terrifying its support became.
If Mo Tianxiao hadn’t been cheating in some way, he would have been left in the dust by his little junior sister’s accomplishments.
Nangong Wan’s face showed a trace of helplessness. “Muxue, why are you so fixated on beating Senior Brother? And besides—Senior Brother was at the Tribulation Stage fifty years ago. By now, he might have already broken through to the Sacred Realm just like us.”
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
Su Muxue looked utterly confident. “You and I both know that the Sacred Realm and everything below it are worlds apart. There’s no way he could have broken through this fast.”
She recalled that she herself had spent a mere three to four hundred years in the Time Tower to reach the peak of the Tribulation Stage. Yet even then, crossing the bottleneck into the Sacred Realm had taken her several hundred years.
Nangong Wan said nothing, but a flicker of anticipation stirred within her. If her Senior Brother’s cultivation wasn’t as high as hers, then when danger came, wouldn’t she be the one protecting him?
A playful glint appeared in her eyes. The thought of shielding Mo Tianxiao behind her when danger arose sent a strange thrill through her heart.
“Everyone! Let’s attack together and break through this formation. As for whatever’s inside—every man for himself. There’s no point overthinking it now when we don’t even know what it is. What if there’s more than one treasure? Then everyone gets a share.”
“Fair enough. Better to open it up and see than to keep waiting around. The longer we delay, the more likely we’ll draw the attention of the major powers, and we might end up with nothing.”
The cultivators reached an agreement, with several Sacred Realm experts taking the lead to combine their strength and break the formation.
Hundreds of cultivators all struck the formation at once, causing the massive Sacred-ranked defensive barrier to begin shaking violently.
Meanwhile, Su Muxue and Nangong Wan both raised their hands to cover their faces, blending into the crowd. They suppressed their cultivation levels to the Nascent Soul Stage and feigned contributing their power.
“Wan’er, it looks like we had the same idea.”
Su Muxue and Nangong Wan exchanged glances, both catching a sly glint in each other’s eyes.
Shaped by the culture of the Demon Province, the two naturally had no intention of showing off. Of course, they were far from the only sly ones in the crowd.
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