Boom!!
"What is that!? Such an overwhelming pressure!"
Some of the survivors who had originally planned to leave were drawn by that terrifying pillar of light, halting in their tracks as they stared at the distant commotion in shock.
Rip!
Thunderstorms within the clouds suddenly turned violent, each black-and-red bolt of lightning tearing open space itself as it streaked across the sky, a truly horrifying sight.
"Could it be that a rare treasure is appearing?" someone speculated.
Whatever the case, the clever ones had already started retreating. A scene like this required at least a Saint King realm expert to dare approach and investigate. As for those without even Saint realm cultivation, it was better to stay far away.
Su Muxue's eyes widened, an incredulous look on her face. "Could this be..."
"That's right. There is no rare treasure at all. This is a cultivator undergoing a tribulation!" Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with sharp insight as she fixed her gaze on the direction of the massive pillar of light, suspicion rising in her heart.
"A tribulation!?"
"Did they break the laws of heaven? What kind of heavenly tribulation appears when someone breaks through the Saint realm?"
Su Muxue was now curious—who was this unlucky soul?
The power radiating from the heavenly thunder could even threaten Saint King realm cultivators. How could a cultivator who had just broken through to the Saint realm withstand such a thunder tribulation?
"It's Senior Brother!" Nangong Wan suddenly spoke, a trace of delight showing in her features.
"Huh?! Everyone, look! There's someone inside that pillar of light!"
"Damn! Is a cultivator really undergoing a tribulation here?"
"You idiot, what cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm would go to such lengths—using a threefold Saint-grade protective formation, along with so many Saint-grade talismans and Heavenly Mysterious Flames? This has to be a great demon sealed away by some ancient powerhouse. The Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate it, which is why such a terrifying tribulation has descended!"
"You're the idiot! That man is the Young Master of the Demon Sect. I saw a portrait of him back in the day! He's actually going through a tribulation!"
"What?! The Young Master of the Demon Sect?"
As well-known evil and demonic cultivators in the Demon Province, many present had some knowledge of the young master of the top sect in the region.
"That can't be right. I remember attending the Demon Sect's celebration over a hundred years ago, and that young master was only at the Golden Core stage then. In just a hundred years, how could he have already cultivated to the Saint realm?"
"Well, that's why he can be the Young Master of the Demon Sect."
Many cultivators began to doubt Mo Tianxiao's identity, while Su Muxue's eyes grew round, as if she had seen someone she should not have. Her lips parted slightly. "It's really him!?"
"What is he doing here?"
Nangong Wan stared at that figure, her hands clenched tightly, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Senior Brother might be trying to break through to the Saint realm before returning to the sect. But this heavenly tribulation seems off. Could Senior Brother be in danger?"
"That guy must have done something even the heavens can't tolerate."
Su Muxue calmed down slightly, her brows furrowed. "A tribulation can only be faced alone. No one else can interfere, or the tribulation will only grow stronger. And... with this level of heavenly tribulation, even if we wanted to intervene, we couldn't."
She was merely a cultivator at the early Saint realm. Nangong Wan was stronger, but still only at the late Saint realm. The power of this tribulation had already exceeded the scope of the Saint realm.
Boom!!
One black and one red bolt of lightning transformed into roaring thunder dragons as they crashed down, a blinding light instantly engulfing Mo Tianxiao's figure. Before the residual power of the thunder dragons had faded, even more powerful and terrifying thunder brewed within the clouds and struck down.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, the area instantly turned into a domain of thunder, like a hell on earth. The very earth began to shatter and crumble.
The many cultivators dared only to watch from afar, not stepping one foot into the thunderous pool. Such fearsome divine thunder—even a mere touch would likely send them to reincarnation.
Su Muxue smacked her lips quietly, her eyes reflecting the lightning still filled with disbelief. "The tribulation taking form? Is this for real?"
"Legend says only cultivators rejected by the Heavenly Dao face such a tribulation. Could this guy have really done something so outrageous that even the Heavenly Dao can't stand it?"
"Rejected by the Heavenly Dao?" Nangong Wan frowned deeply. She had never heard that term before.
"What right does the Heavenly Dao have to reject Senior Brother?"
A jade token appeared in Nangong Wan's hand. If Senior Brother truly encountered any mishap, she would not care about any rejection by the Heavenly Dao—she would directly contact their quasi-emperor master.
She might not be able to intervene in the tribulation, but their quasi-emperor master certainly could.
"Little thing, you want my life?"
A booming voice rang out from amidst the thunderstorm. In the next moment, an immense surge of Saintly Yuan power erupted from Mo Tianxiao like a volcanic explosion. Seemingly endless Saintly Yuan condensed into a ten-thousand-meter-tall giant dharma apparition that straightened its back and stood up.
Golden hair woven from Saintly Yuan power flowed wildly, and the giant was clad in dark golden armor, like a divine god descending, radiating majestic heavenly might!
The ten-thousand-meter giant raised a golden hand, whipping up a violent wind as it thrust into the clouds.
"Roar—!!"
That massive hand seized the thunder dragon within the clouds, gripping it like a little loach, and swallowed it whole. The thunder dragon, seemingly alive, let out a fierce roar.
However, Mo Tianxiao paid it no mind. In fact, he found using his hands a bit unsatisfying, so he simply raised his head, opened his giant mouth wide, and inhaled fiercely. The violent thunder and the ink-black clouds were all drawn into his belly, instantly refined!
The eighth level of the Demon Emperor Sutra corresponded to the Saint realm, and within it was recorded a technique for refining heavenly lightning for one's own use.
The heavenly thunder born from a Saint realm tribulation was quite impressive; after refining it, it could serve as a decent offensive technique. Throughout history, demonic cultivators who had cultivated the Demon Emperor Sutra to the eighth level would seize the opportunity during their breakthrough to the Saint realm to refine the heavenly tribulation on the side.
For Mo Tianxiao, it was no different. Except the heavenly thunder he refined was far more terrifying than that of any previous cultivator of the Demon Emperor Sutra.
After all, the tribulation brewed when breaking through directly to the peak of the Saint realm was no ordinary tribulation. And this Heavenly Dao seemed somewhat hostile to him, making the descending tribulation even stronger.
Whoosh!
He inhaled until full. In just a brief moment, the clouds and the devastating divine thunder were all drawn into his belly. The sky cleared, and the oppressive atmosphere vanished instantly. But the pressure of the ten-thousand-meter giant still remained.
"Congratulations to the Young Master of the Demon Sect for breaking through to the Saint realm!"
"Congratulations to the Demon Sect for adding another Saint realm grandmaster!"
Every cultivator present offered their congratulations. Regardless of what they truly thought, or how close they had come to dying earlier, the most important thing now was to congratulate this newly promoted Demon Sect big shot.
"In the Demon Province, no one among the younger generation will be able to match the Young Master of the Demon Sect anymore."
"That's not necessarily true. Have you forgotten—aside from the Young Master, the Demon Sect also has a possessor of a celestial bone who broke through to the Saint realm decades ago?"
"Right! I've heard from a friend in the Demon Sect that several geniuses there are currently in seclusion, striving to break through to the Saint realm!"
"The Demon Sect is flourishing. It can strengthen the Demon Province's deterrence power in the Xuanhuang Realm."
"Of course. How could cultivators from other regions compare to us in the Demon Province?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!