Taiji Heavenly Tribulation

Chen Feng’s roar—

Not only did it help the survivors rediscover their purpose.

It also reignited hope in the hearts of those watching the livestreams.

“We still have the heroes of Great Xia—and the Tiger God. Maybe we still have a chance!”

“Damn it! I’m in Kunlun City. To hell with it—I’m going to join the second battle right now!”

“Our brothers and sisters from the Southern Continent did not die in vain. Their sacrifice will be remembered throughout history.”

“Su Yuanshan’s men have already begun mobilizing. He won’t be using attacks on such a massive scale anymore!”

“If you can still make it to the Kunlun Mountains, go now! Even if you’re late, there’s still time!”

…

As if responding to everyone’s hopes—

On the livestream monitoring the Kunlun Mountains,

white flashes suddenly began flickering nonstop.

Once everyone got a clear look,

they realized that they were bolts of lightning, gathering into a thunderstorm.

The storm clouds in the sky

formed the shape of a taijitu.

Beneath the center of the thunderstorm,

an aged figure stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the heavens.

“Go find the stone coffin. I’ll hold off Su Yuanshan’s men!”

Wang Zun spoke to the people he had just rescued.

The survivors all stared at the old man before them in shock.

One High-Level Martial Artist asked uncertainly,

“Is this your Heavenly Tribulation?”

Wang Zun nodded silently.

The man immediately cried out in astonishment,

“You’re about to become a Martial God!”

“We’re about to have another Martial God!”

Wang Zun shook his head, refusing to answer directly.

He merely urged them once more to hurry.

He had no idea whether he could survive this tribulation.

He did not even know whether he would die beneath the thunderbolts—or at Su Yuanshan’s hands.

Chen Feng soon noticed what was happening as well.

He had never imagined

that the Wang family’s old master would choose this moment to undergo his tribulation.

The injuries of Yin Hu, who stood beside Chen Feng, had already healed completely.

She glanced toward Wang Zun.

Unable to hold back, she warned him,

“That’s Wang Hao’s grandfather, isn’t it?”

“Too bad his frail little body probably won’t even make it through the eighth thunderbolt!”

Chen Feng frowned.

Wang Zun becoming a Martial God would naturally be a good thing.

But if he failed, wouldn’t he simply be throwing his life away?

Just then, the first thunderbolt of the tribulation came crashing down.

Wang Zun immediately

began circulating his Taiji Fist.

Relying on his formidable martial domain, he forcibly withstood the first thunderbolt.

There was a surveillance camera on the cliff beside him.

The moment he was struck by the lightning was witnessed by people all over the world.

“He’s undergoing a tribulation! Someone is actually undergoing a tribulation!”

“I know who that is. He’s the Martial Saint of Great Xia’s Wang family!”

“We’re about to gain another Martial God! With the Tiger God as well, we’ll definitely be able to defeat that demon!”

“Heaven bless Great Xia! Justice will prevail!”

…

Su Yuanshan also looked at the person undergoing the tribulation with interest.

He could not help praising him loudly:

“As expected of Wang Zun—the only Taiji Fist genius in all of Great Xia!”

“In ten thousand years, you’re the first person in the mortal world to summon the Martial God Tribulation!”

“Cang Hai’s defeat at your hands was no injustice at all!”

“Unfortunately, this is nothing more than a dying struggle!”

“With your current cultivation and understanding, you simply don’t have what it takes to survive the Heavenly Tribulation!”

His words immediately poured cold water on the excitement of the crowd.

They were reminded of the scene when Yin Hu had undergone her own tribulation.

It had been a narrow escape from death.

In the end, she had only managed to pull through after eating half a dragon.

“Yin Hu was so powerful, yet he was nearly struck to death by the lightning. Can that old man really endure it?”

“What else can he do if he can’t? In a situation like this, whether he undergoes the tribulation or not, he’s going to die!”

“Don’t say such discouraging things! The Wang family’s Martial Saint will definitely pull through.”

“We’ve reached the point of burning our bridges. The Wang family’s Martial Saint has no other choice!”

…

Watching the comments from the viewers, Wang Fa and Wang Hao, who were watching the live surveillance feed together, couldn’t help clenching their fists.

When they saw the bolt of lightning strike their grandfather on the head, the two of them froze for a moment.

When they realized that their grandfather had begun undergoing the tribulation to become a Martial God, uncle and nephew had exchanged a delighted smile.

Their hearts had been filled with joy.

But after hearing Su Yuanshan’s words and seeing the viewers’ warnings, they finally realized that undergoing the tribulation did not guarantee that one would become a Martial God.

If he failed to endure it, he would not only fail to become a Martial God—he would be struck to death.

Wang Hao still vividly remembered the scene of Yin Hu undergoing his tribulation.

He knew all too well how powerful Yin Hu had been before the tribulation.

That was a monster capable of swallowing fifty Martial Saints without even blinking.

Yet when the tribulation came, Yin Hu had needed to eat Chen Feng and the flood dragon to endure it.

“Can Grandpa really succeed?”

When Wang Hao asked that question, he already had an answer in his heart.

Wang Fa, his uncle beside him, slapped him on the back of the head.

“Shut your damned mouth!” he barked angrily.

“Grandpa has to succeed!”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll beat you to death, you unfilial wretch!”

At that moment, Wang Fa could only vent his anger on his good-for-nothing nephew, using it to hide the grief in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao rose to his feet and ran outside.

Wang Fa shouted angrily, “You little bastard, where do you think you’re going?”

“Have you decided I can’t beat you anymore?”

Wang Hao turned around, his gaze resolute.

“I’m going to the Kunlun Mountains!”

Wang Fa was stunned.

He looked at his useless nephew and had been about to curse him a few times.

But when the words reached his lips, they turned into persuasion instead.

“You can’t go. Those youngsters of the next generation of the Wang family will need you to protect them in the future.”

“If you die in the Kunlun Mountains, what will become of the Wang family?”

Wang Hao replied indifferently, “If I don’t go, how could I call myself a descendant of the Wang family?”

He clenched his fists.

Then he circulated the blood energy of a Martial Venerable and charged toward the Kunlun Mountains at top speed.

At his current speed—roughly that of an ordinary Martial Venerable—it would take him more than an hour to travel from Tiandu to the outskirts of the Kunlun Mountains without stopping.

Still, he could just barely arrive before the Hour of the Rat ended.

Wang Fa watched his nephew disappear.

His eyes gradually reddened.

He fought desperately to suppress the urge to go to the Kunlun Mountains himself.

The next generation of the Wang family still needed someone to look after them.

Shengdu.

When Wei Guangming saw Chen Feng shout those words from the depths of despair, he knew that it was time for him to act.

Nearly everyone who had participated in the operation was dead.

The few stragglers who remained could do little more than struggle briefly before Su Yuanshan.

No matter how Chen Feng tried to inspire the remaining people’s fighting spirit, it was all futile in the face of absolute power.

He had not continued watching what happened afterward with Wang Zun’s tribulation.

Instead, he immediately rushed into the basement beneath the old family residence.

There, he gazed at the bronze coffin.

Wei Guangming couldn't help swallowing hard.

He had no idea what would happen.

Nor did he know whether the words carved on the coffin—“Open the coffin, destroy the world”—included Great Xia.

But he knew one thing.

He could hesitate no longer.

Deep down, he firmly believed that his family's founding ancestor would never harm Great Xia.

After all, their family had protected Great Xia for generations. It was impossible that they had deliberately left behind an ancestor who would pose a threat to the nation.