Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1506 - 924: Golden Age_2

Chapter 1506: Chapter 924: Golden Age_2

The Banished Immortal also closed his eyes and concentrated, his aura becoming increasingly stable, as if resonating with the heavens and earth.

Only the first strike, and he already felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart, yet it was also unbearably painful.

No wonder it’s a Quasi-Immortal Emperor Tribulation, it’s simply not meant for someone to endure and survive.

No wonder there have been no known beings who have reached this realm for so many years.

Just then, from the heavens above, a bolt of lightning, even thicker than the previous one and carrying the power to destroy the world, pierced through the sky, directly targeting the Banished Immortal.

"Boom!"

The second bolt of Heavenly Tribulation descended, once again blasting the Banished Immortal away.

He coughed up blood again, but his spirit remained strong.

The Quasi-Immortal Emperor Tribulation grows stronger with each strike; there’s no need to resist the lightning without backing down, as long as one can endure it.

The Banished Immortal adhered to this mindset.

He appeared heavily injured, but they were all superficial wounds, not affecting his essence.

Of course, it wasn’t that the earlier two bolts of lightning lacked power.

It was simply due to the Banished Immortal’s profound foundation, otherwise, anyone else would have been reduced to ashes long ago, their God Souls utterly extinguished.

After the second bolt of Heavenly Tribulation, the third did not descend immediately but hovered there, gathering power.

Finally, three days later, the third bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, still causing the Banished Immortal to vomit blood, yet he did not fall, remaining lively and spirited.

As the lightning attacks grew increasingly fierce, the gathering time also lengthened.

The deafening roar seemed to tear the entire world apart, yet the Banished Immortal grew braver the more he fought.

Though his body was stained with blood and unprecedentedly bedraggled, his aura grew stronger under the repeated strikes of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Eventually, his Dharma Phase was nearly collapsing, his body covered in pits and cracks.

However, the cracks emitted light, filled with vibrant life force, and golden ripples formed beneath his feet.

At this moment, he seemed to blend with the heavens and earth, becoming their master, with newfound powers in every move.

The Banished Immortal sat among fallen leaves, his expression solemn, prepared, lifting his gaze towards the heavens, awaiting the lightning strike above him that had been gathering for unknown years and had already undergone a qualitative change.

It was not particularly large, appearing thin and elongated, as thick as an adult’s arm.

Beyond that, there seemed to be no other phenomena, appearing as an ordinary bolt of lightning, merely suspended without descending.

However, the Banished Immortal knew that this lightning had been nurtured for a thousand years, longer than all previous strikes combined, and could never be as ordinary as it appeared.

In a mysterious understanding, the Banished Immortal realized that this should be his final Heavenly Tribulation.

If he endured it, it would mean a breakthrough.

If he did not, he would perish.

"Come on!!!"

At that moment, the Banished Immortal became extremely wild, glaring at the lightning, shouting furiously with deafening wrath.

Indeed, he had reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, becoming the village’s third person after Gu Chen and the Ten Crown King to cross into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

This momentum caused the weather to change abruptly, as auspicious energies surged through the heavens and earth, golden paths paved from the other end of the void, and Great Taoist Runes transformed into auspicious birds perched on branches.

In the stream closest to Gu Chen, carps leaped out of the water, growing golden scales that shimmered, appearing as flowing golden liquid scales, their size multiplying seven hundredfold, transforming from ordinary carps into regal Exotic Beasts, filling the shallow stream.

From the back mountain,

This scene immediately caught the eyes of Jiang Hui and Liu RuYan beside him.

The Banished Immortal’s Quasi-Immortal Emperor Tribulation lasted for nearly two thousand two hundred years, during which the two watched, its duration being just a fleeting moment to them.

"Congratulations, sir, and best wishes," Liu RuYan smiled sweetly at Jiang Hui.

If her calculations were correct, the village now had three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, and this number would surely increase over time.

She recalled that even the one selling fake medicine had faintly touched the Emperor Realm True Intent, possibly soon entering the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

Once, the Emperor Realm was merely a legend.

Now, it was a tangible reality, causing Liu RuYan to sigh with mixed emotions.

"Still not enough."

Jiang Hui smiled, thinking.

The woman had no idea how terrifying their enemies were, nor how dark the future would be; the mortal world no longer had truly living beings, all were mere projections of a fallen era.

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After the Banished Immortal crossed into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, Old man Lin immediately organized a grand celebration, just like with Gu Chen and the Ten Crown King, with drums and banners.

In the Extreme North of the Immortal Domain, at its deepest, lay the Frontier Wilderness.

At that moment, spanning thousands of miles, all was covered in yellow sand.

Mingling within the sand were blood and corpses, buried by the windswept dust.

Further in, ruins and wreckage of formation platforms were strewn about, amidst towering corpses.

These corpses, each ranging from hundreds of meters to several resembling colossal peaks, lay sprawled in the vast desert, their bodies pierced with countless holes, lifeless, their life force entirely eradicated.

These were Supremes and even True Immortals, remarkable in life, even after thousands of years in death, their bodies remained uncorrupted, still shimmering with divine radiance.

Though the Phantom Immortal Emperor was blocked outside,

The Mysterious Army, numbering in hundreds of Mysterious Immortal Kings and tens of thousands of True Immortal level Mysterious beings, breached the formation, invading the Immortal Domain.

The Frontier Wilderness was the weakest point,

Despite being fortified after the last Dark Army incident,

The Immortal Domain’s resources were limited, not all could be used on this sparsely populated area, leaving it the weakest point, unchangeable except by relocating a World Tree here, merging it with the Boundary Wall.

Though the Mysterious Army was eventually repelled, the place remained tragic, and the Mysterious Power continued to corrupt it, unresolved for thousands of years.

Amongst the dust, occasional low whimpering could be heard, as the wind blew through ruined buildings’ gaps, resembling countless wraiths murmuring resentfully.

More unnerving were the gigantic corpses amidst the sand, though dead, under the nourishment of the Mysterious Power, strange plants grew on their surfaces. These twisted plants, with sharp blade-like leaves shimmering coldly, entwined the bodies, seemingly absorbing the last remnants of immortal power. At night, these plants glowed faintly, turning the Frontier Wilderness into an eerie forest, deterring anyone from venturing.

Within these corpses and ruins lay even more terrifying entities—creatures infected by the Mysterious Power. Once spiritual beasts or trespassing cultivators, their forms twisted by the corruption, eyes burning red, filled with rage and madness. They roamed the desolate lands, seeking any life to devour, whether human or beast, approaching meant inevitable doom.

They wandered the barren land, searching for any life essence to consume, human or beast alike, approaching meant inevitable doom.