Rolling divine thunder continuously struck Daoist Qingwei.
After about half an hour, the Physical Calamity and Soul Calamity finally passed. The heavenly thunder merged into a single line, falling straight like an arrow. With a sharp "shwoosh," it pierced through the Tai Chi Eight Trigram Formation and instantly plunged into Daoist Qingwei’s mind.
The next moment, Daoist Qingwei withdrew all his techniques, hurriedly sat cross-legged in midair, and closed his eyes slightly, resisting the final Ascension Calamity: the Heart Demon Calamity.
To gain mastery over more laws, one must first ensure that the body, soul, and even the Dao Heart can withstand the force of those laws—none of these three elements can be lacking.
For many quasi-emperors, having cultivated to such a realm, their Dao Hearts are naturally as firm as rock. But the Heart Demon Calamity appears last for a reason—it is no ordinary tribulation.
Seeing Daoist Qingwei survive the heavenly tribulation, the others began to stir with anticipation.
"It seems I must congratulate fellow Daoist Qingwei in advance. In that case, this old monk shall begin as well."
The Abbot of Great Thunderclap Temple retreated to a distance and likewise ceased suppressing his cultivation. Sacred essence energy broke through its bottleneck, and the dissipating tribulation clouds gathered once more.
"Why don’t we all start together? If Fellow Daoist Qingwei completes his ascension and the Gate of Feathering opens first, unexpected trouble might arise," Zhou Wang reminded the others, then soared into the sky himself.
Following this, figures below scattered to their own positions, simultaneously unleashing their cultivation and stepping onto the threshold of the Emperor Realm. The sky instantly darkened to its extreme, as if all the tribulations accumulated over countless years were being unleashed at once. The entire Xuanhuang Realm began to tremble.
The overwhelming, oppressive aura even affected cultivators thousands of miles away. Many low-level spiritual clones were shattered on the spot by the terrible pressure.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao waved a hand, activating a formation to shield the spiritual clones of the Devil Sect disciples and the Yao Chi Heavenly Palace disciples, ensuring they would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime grand spectacle.
Su Muyao glanced at Yue Liuli, who was not far away, and said with a smile, "Sister Liuli, I’ll go first."
With that, Su Muyao soared into the sky, releasing her cultivation to trigger the heavenly tribulation. Without a hint of hesitation, she wielded a jade ruyi scepter and charged straight into the tribulation, intending to finish it quickly.
Meanwhile, the two great demon lords, Feng Chenfeng and Guixu Jin, approached their tribulation in a far simpler and more violent manner.
"Chirp!!"
"Roar—"
Two soul-piercing cries echoed through the nine skies. Two colossal forms appeared out of nowhere, charging straight into the heavens, their terrifying bodies churning the very tribulation clouds themselves.
The lightning pool within the clouds, as if enraged, grew immensely violent. Countless thunderbolts blasted toward the two figures at once. The massive dark-red Infernal Phoenix lightly flapped its wings, and its Undying Infernal Flames immediately set half the sky ablaze, shattering the heavenly thunder.
Boom!!
On the other side, the Devouring Whale, its form flickering in and out of the clouds, blotting out a stretch of sky, was even more domineering. It treated the Ascension Tribulation as if it were nothing. Its sky-tearing maw opened wide, swallowing the descending tribulation whole.
The massive dark body glowed with countless dense, mysterious runes. A terrifying devouring force refined the heavenly thunder on the spot—similar to the secret techniques recorded in the eighth volume of the Devil Emperor Sutra, but far more overbearing.
The other quasi-emperor tribulation-crossers were slightly stunned by this scene, but they quickly came to their senses and focused on their own tribulations.
Several quasi-emperors, including three wandering cultivators, displayed their unique abilities, thrilling the countless watching cultivators.
"Damn! So this is the ceiling of the Xuanhuang Realm?! Even the Ascension Tribulation can’t touch them!"
"Freaking awesome! When will I ever become as strong as these big shots?"
Countless cultivators were awestruck. The entire Xuanhuang Realm erupted in cheers.
Especially those watching the ascension of their own sect’s patriarch or supreme elder, whose hearts swelled with deep pride.
From now on, when recruiting disciples, they could proudly say, "Our sect recently produced a flying-ascending patriarch!"
"Whoa! That old geezer was actually this strong?!"
Ao Dalong’s spiritual clone noticed the figure of Guixu Jin, the old geezer, and stared in disbelief. He actually swallowed the heavenly tribulation alive?!
Back when he’d crossed the Saint realm tribulation, he’d nearly died. Now witnessing this scene, he felt utterly crushed.
"The Ascension Tribulation doesn’t look that hard, does it?"
Huang Xiaoyao’s spiritual clone remained calm. If her old man could easily pass the tribulation, she was sure she could too in the future.
"Kid, don’t take the tribulation so lightly. They’re not having as easy a time as appearances suggest. Still, this tribulation really can’t stop them," said An Shouchang, squinting at the distant tribulation clouds. He was inwardly calculating whether he himself could survive the Ascension Tribulation.
If he went all out, he might just barely survive it. But in his youth, he’d followed the Devil Emperor on too many campaigns, leaving countless hidden injuries in his body. With his lifespan nearly spent and his potential exhausted, even if he broke through to the Emperor Realm, he wouldn’t live long.
Better to die in the Xuanhuang Realm than outside it.
Mo Tianxiao watched the tribulation-crossing scene with immense emotion.
Among these quasi-emperor experts, even the lowest luck level was red, and half of them had gold-level luck.
In the eyes of the favored children of fate, even this so-called Ascension Tribulation became nothing more than a toy.
But...
"Why isn’t Master making a move?"
Mo Tianxiao’s eyes lit up as his gaze pierced through the layers of distance, landing on Yue Liuli. She showed no intention of crossing the tribulation. In fact, she looked a little bored, occasionally lifting her wine flask for a drink.
Feeling Mo Tianxiao’s gaze, Yue Liuli turned to meet it. A voice transmitted into his ear:
"Xiao Mozi, after I leave, remember to cultivate diligently. Always put your own safety first. Once I go, many old enemies will come knocking. I won’t be able to come find you then—everything depends on yourself."
"Master... where will this disciple find you later?" Mo Tianxiao asked via mental transmission.
He wanted to cling tightly to this supremely powerful master of his. Even after ascending, he felt she could still have his back.
Yue Liuli paused for a moment, then said softly, "When you’re strong enough, come to the Upper Firmament to find me..."
"‘Upper Firmament’?" Mo Tianxiao muttered to himself.
Was that a place name?
Though he didn’t know where the Upper Firmament was, as long as he had a name, that was enough.
Time passed slowly. The heavenly tribulation clouds gradually dispersed, and a beam of light sank into everyone’s minds, beginning the final Heart Demon Calamity.
Though everyone seemed to cross the tribulation easily, close observers would notice that several of them had paler faces than before.
Daoist Qingwei, who had entered the Heart Demon Calamity first, even had traces of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
After most entered the heart demon phase, many cultivators only then noticed that one great figure had not moved at all.
"Who is that? Why hasn’t she broken through yet?"
Many people’s eyes fell on Yue Liuli.
"That’s the Sovereign of the Devil Sect. You juniors wouldn’t know her—she’s a peerless talent who appeared in the last few hundred years. She’s called the strongest quasi-emperor in the Xuanhuang Realm. But no one knows why she hasn’t crossed the tribulation yet. Is she hesitating about something?"
Even the many elders of the Devil Sect had no idea what Yue Liuli was thinking, and why she refused to undergo her tribulation.
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