Dan"Don't worry, nephew Qin,"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Uncle Wen gently soothed him, he was also helpless. Just now, when Brother Ye knew that Qin Sang was a W...In the herb garden.
When the spirit fruit is picked, the vines wither immediately.
The Lingxi Immortal Fruit is a heavenly treasure born from heaven and earth. It matures only once in its lifetime, and after being harvested, it returns to the heavens and earth. Even if someone else has good fortune and finds the spiritual root later, it will not be the same plant.
The Crane Pavilion Zhenren and Su Zi Nan Qi brushed their eyes toward Mo Xingdao.
The puppet returns.
Mo Xingdao didn't have time to examine the immortal fruit carefully. He put it away in a jade box and hurriedly checked the puppet's condition.
The puppet's chest was almost pierced through by Reizo's attack, and you could see purple lightning threads moving within the wound. However, Mo Xingdao had timely transferred the puppet core elsewhere, so it was not entirely damaged.
But Lei Li still remained like a bone tumor, continuously causing damage and affecting the puppet's strength.
Feeling the gaze, Mo Xingdao's heart skipped a beat. In a rush, he directly wrapped his palm with Xuan Qi, secretly forming a Xuan seal, and plunged it into the puppet's wound, expelling the Purple Thunder.
The sound of thunder boomed constantly.
However, all voices were drowned out by the sound of the wordless jade bi being shattered. Everyone's attention was drawn from the valley to the apparition that emerged.
The vestiges of the Dao, the rhythm of the Dao.
Who among practitioners of the Way could possibly refuse such an opportunity
The Emperor bestowed upon the mountain sparrow a silent voice, until it was awakened by the laughter of the True Person Zilei.
But their expressions that followed were not the joy of enlightenment, but rather a strong unwillingness, even pain. They wanted to scratch and pull at their ears, desperately trying to drag the vanished phantom back out so it could repeat its strokes a thousand or even a hundred times!
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"The feeling of not wanting it to end couldn't be a better description of how they feel now."
Like a long and arduous search spanning many years, I finally glimpsed the path to enlightenment. The gate stood half-open, yet an invisible barrier blocked my way. I could only catch a fleeting glimpse of the scenery beyond.
But before they could see...
“Boom!”
The gate is closed!
Everybody was gasping for breath.
Except for the real person Zi Lei.
He was only one step away from becoming a god. He consumed the Lingxi Immortal Fruit, received the celestial mandate, and simultaneously observed the Dao's rhyme. In a single day, he had an epiphany, a sudden realization, and finally understood the profound mysteries.
He Gao, the real person of Crane Ridge, looked up, both happy and surprised. He was delighted that his master brother had finally broken through, but he was also surprised that his master brother didn't go through a closed-door training session and directly consumed Lingxi Xian Guo to forcefully break through. It was too rushed and not in the plan.
>Luckily, he succeeded.
The Heavenly Tribulation of Nascent Soul had just begun, immediately revealing a terrifying pressure that made people's hearts tremble.
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Facing a heavenly tribulation, any cultivator would not dare to be careless.
He Gāo, the True Man, wore a serious expression. He was somewhat worried about his senior brother, the Sect Master, but not overly concerned.
The safest approach is undoubtedly to cross the tribulation at Baxingguan. With the Baxing Palace Lantern as the core, the sect's grand formation will have an auxiliary effect when activated during the tribulation.
However, Purple Thunder True Person is universally recognized as the foremost master of thunder techniques since the founding of the Eight Views School. Crane Gorge True Person, while proud, also held great respect for his senior brother and sect leader.
With unmatched martial arts prowess, he stands unparalleled throughout history.
His natal treasure is also the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern, which can also help him during tribulation.
If the sect leader's senior brother fails to cross the tribulation, how many people in the world could succeed
Elder He Gao looked around the mountain, thinking that no one with eyes dared to interfere with his senior brother's tribulation. He divided some of his mind and paid attention to Elder Zi Lei, ready to protect him at any time.
At the same time, the shadow of the crane suddenly merged into one, directly targeting Mo Xindao. It pierced through the clouds and shattered the evil spirits, its momentum like a thunderbolt.
Crane soars into the heavens!
Su Zijian's actions preceded him.
The situation changes so rapidly. One moment Su Zinan and Mo Xindao were working together, the next Mo Xindao became a target of everyone’s ire.
The Lingxi Immortal Fruit is not so easy to get!
To his surprise, Crane-Cleft Elder seemed to hear something halfway through the journey. His expression changed drastically, a sigh escaped his lips, and unexpectedly, he altered course. With a gentle flap of his wings, he soared upwards, flying to the mountain peak before disappearing into its depths.
Transcendence!
After Do Wang and Qin Sang transformed into their idle forms, they remained motionless. Watching the ever-changing situation on the mountain, they felt overwhelmed by the sheer amount of action taking place.
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"Huan Shen ah…"
The Poison King awoke from Daohen's allure, calmed his mind, and gazed up at the Purple Lightning Immortal suspended within the robbery cloud. His expression was a mix of admiration and envy.
"This old geezer!"
In the end, it was True Person Zi Lei who took the first step.
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Thinking about how he was still running around for the King of Insects, with an uncertain future ahead, Du Wang could only force a bitter smile.
Qin Sang's focus was different from the Poison King. He constantly watched the tribulation clouds surrounding Purple Thunder True Person. The opportunity to observe the Heavenly Tribulation of Nascent Soul Transformation was too rare and precious, not to be missed.
On the other side.
Qin Sang, the true self, sighed deeply.
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He couldn't find the treasure that allowed free passage in and out of the barrier from Kun Dao. Unexpectedly, Zi Lei Zhen Ren directly shattered the Wuzì Jade Bi, accomplishing the most important objective of his journey.
The phantom projected the Dao rhyme before them.
Mysterious beyond description, wonderful beyond words.
Everyone who sees the traces of the Dao can glean a little understanding from them, but that is all. They can sense the profound and enduring nature of the Dao, yet an invisible barrier prevents them from getting closer, hindering their full comprehension.
Qin Sang racked his brains, trying his best to imprint the traces of Dao into his heart, but he could only watch helplessly as they were gradually 'erased'.
In the end, only echoes remain, the traces of words fading without a trace. What can be done
Qin Sang believed it wasn't due to his insufficient cultivation. There had to be other reasons. He presumed others felt the same way. Back then, when cultivators from the Wu Xiang Immortal Sect were contemplating the Jade Tablet of No Words, they certainly wouldn't have been so crude.
Words without substance are often filled with falsehoods and conceal crucial information.
Of course, Qin Sang did not come away empty-handed.
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He pondered deeply, and to his astonishment, he seemed to suddenly understand many things. The benefits he gained from the Dao rhyme exceeded expectations.
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Upon closer inspection, the source turned out to be a Buddha's bone relic!
The Buddha bone relic helped him break through the late stage of Nascent Soul, and its power was not yet exhausted. Some parts that Qin Sang had previously ignored or failed to comprehend were revealed by the Dao mark.
It may not necessarily help in breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. At this stage of cultivation in the late Yuanying period, it can help him clear many obstacles.
Crimson Immortal Ornament.
The path ahead is clear.
The emperor bestowed honors upon the heroes on Mount Shang, and with such a bountiful harvest, Qin Sang was already content.
He looked up at the purple lightning real person who was about to cross the tribulation, and then at the summit of Di Shou Mountain. For a moment, he couldn't quite figure out the current situation.
Something must have happened on the mountaintop, the barrier broke, and Zi Lei Zhenren broke through in the midst of battle, it all seems to be connected to that place.
As things normally would go, he had already accomplished his objective on the mountain. Regardless of whether True Person Zilei succeeded in crossing the tribulation, the best choice was to withdraw and distance himself from the storm's vortex.
On the mountain, one could see streaks of light racing from the southwest. Reinforcements from both sides were almost here.
If the True Person Zi Lei successfully passes the tribulation, would he still tolerate these people taking away the treasures of Wu Xiang Xian Men
...It is at this moment...
Qin Sang raised his left hand, the mark on the back of his hand becoming increasingly vivid, as if it were blood congealed.
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This is the Bone-Seeking Art given to him by the Ghost Mother.
After entering the Wuxiang Immortal Sect, Qin Sang activated a secret art. Divine patterns constructed an imprint, but there was no movement for a while. Unexpectedly, it reacted at this moment.
The bones of the deity, a descendant of the Witch tribe, are at Mount Dìshuò!
At first, it was just a faint burning sensation, vague and blurry, like something was covering it.
With the continuous changes in the mountains, the cracks in the barrier grew larger, and the sensing gradually became clearer. It was previously sealed by the barrier or some kind of prohibition.
Qin Sang's gaze shifted, looking towards the west. That was the direction indicated by the mark.
Finding a Nascent Soul's remains, it is highly likely that one would obtain the relic of a Nascent Soul cultivator. How many people could resist such temptation
Looking back at Qin Sang's experience in the Wuxiang Immortal Gate, his gains were undoubtedly substantial. The only thing that might help him break through the bottleneck of transforming into a god is Tian Linglong, and he doesn't even need to use it.
If one cannot break through, the tribulation formation is nothing but an empty fantasy.
Qin Sang instinctively looked towards the medicine garden, and saw Su Zi Nan fighting with Mo Xing Dao again. Qin Sang didn't think highly of Su Zi Nan; Mo Xing Dao might not be Su Zi Nan's opponent. It would be very difficult for Su Zi Nan to keep him even if he wanted to.
Even with the addition of Crane Cliff True Person, it wouldn't be enough to stop Mo Xindao's true self from being caught. Mo Xindao could completely entrust his Nascent Soul into a puppet and escape far away.
The divine talent of refining corpses at the level of a Nascent Soul is definitely not undeserved.
"Which is more valuable, Tian Linglong or the Lingxi Immortal Fruit Would Mo Xindao be tempted to make a deal with me" Qin Sang's mind flashed with this thought.
He never had time to delve into the intricacies of Tian Linglong, and his understanding of the Lingxi Immortal Fruit came only from brief descriptions in ancient texts. A deeper understanding was needed to truly assess its value.
The Spirit-Link Immortal Fruit should be taken when one is breaking through the Nascent Soul bottleneck. Mo Xingdao wasn't like Zi Lei Zhenren, who was only one step away from Nascent Soul; he still had some time left, so there was no need to rush.
Besides, this is not a place to discuss transactions.
Qin Sang had already sensed the aura of celestial fire, Zi Lei Zhenren had begun his tribulation.
He retracted his thoughts, sensing the location of the divine bone through the imprint. It seemed to be not far away, within Mount Dizhu. With the barrier broken like this, the protection surrounding the bone must have been weakened considerably.
It should be possible to succeed before True Person Zilei passes his tribulation.
Thinking of this, Qin Sang no longer hesitated and rushed away.
As soon as I moved, the Poison King noticed me.
Only the deity himself took action, leaving his avatar outside. This was to prevent the Poison King from carrying out his plan and to keep watch for any unforeseen changes.
“Kill!”
A cold, chilling bellow, imbued with boundless killing intent, echoed through the depths of Mt. Disciple Granting.
This is a curse.
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The incantations originated from Old Devil Fan, but they didn't come from his mouth. Instead, they came from the countless ethereal lotuses floating around him, with each syllable weaving together into a powerful chant.
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Zilei Zhenren overcomes the tribulation.
Then only Old Demon Fan was left to fight the many evil cultivators.
At this moment, Elder Fan stood in the void. Beneath him was the true form of the Myriad Illusion Lotus, and he further split the Myriad Illusion Lotus into thousands, pushing his Illusory Demon divine ability to its peak.
Amazingly, each Myriad Phantom Ghost Lily has a figure sitting on it.
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These people were both male and female, including young children and elderly sorcerers. They were all phantoms collected by the demon lord Fan, forming a Grand Array of Ten Thousand Demons to confront all those who defied the Tao.
The phantom demons chanted scriptures in unison. The Myriad Illusion Ghosts Lilies beneath them were a level lower than the old demon, Fan. All the phantom demons stood face to face with Fan, surrounding him in their midst, as if facing a deity.
As soon as the incantation was uttered, the phantom figures all trembled, becoming suddenly ethereal and almost transparent.
An expression of pain flashed across Lao Mo Fan's eyes. This blow had cost him countless years of hard work to recover, but faced with the situation, he dared not hold back.
Matters have come to this point, the demonic aura has taken shape, and it is almost impossible to prevent the ancient demon from breaking free.
Elder Fan could only do his best to delay.
Now, the power of Zhu Wudao has increased tremendously. Elder Fan is not defeated and still has the power to fight back. If outsiders saw this, they would be astonished.
Elder Fan didn't give up calling the spirit, but he never got a response.
He began to suspect that the seal was not only targeting the ancient demon, but also suppressing the weapon spirit. He couldn't help but be thankful that the ancient demon and the weapon spirit hadn't joined forces yet.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a chant, the entire mountain belly instantly plunged into utter darkness.
Suddenly, an ancient book appeared before the old devil, its pages flipping rapidly. It came to a stop on a specific page, emitting a ghostly light. The weakened mirror talisman was also caught in this light and shot down with tremendous force.
In the dim light, a blood lotus hidden.
Those who knew nothing of the Dao realized their folly too late. Before they could react, a ghostly light pierced their brow, causing their bodies to tremble and blood vessels to burst across their faces. Their aura was greatly diminished.
“What a powerful phantom soul curse!”
Cheers came from above, sounding like the voice of Crane Peak Real Person. Old Demon Fan let out a cold snort, “Just you”
"I've warned Poison King, as for the others..."
The Crane Peak Immortal sighed.
Mo Xingdao had just obtained the Lingxi Immortal Fruit and was eager to leave. He was a free-spirited cultivator who could ascend to the divine realm, so what did he have to fear from demonic contamination
Su Zijian's three souls are missing one, he fears that the world will not be chaotic.
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That fire demon's origins are unknown, suspected to be remnants of the Wuxiang Immortal Sect. It's necessary to be cautious, in case it's like Zhu Wu Dao and belongs to the ancient demon scroll, leading to harm.
Fan Lao Mo sneered, "Is it afraid that someone will take advantage of the chaos to seize the spirit treasure"
He sensed the Heavenly Tribulation and knew the intention of True Person Purple Thunder. The ancient demon had just broken through the seal, and was at its weakest. If True Person Purple Thunder could break through to the Divine Transformation stage, all the crises would be resolved.
"Senior Brother, you are right. After this battle, the Daoist will definitely be credited first!"
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Elder Demon Fan roared with laughter, his energy shaking the mountains and rivers.
Laughter was soon swallowed up by the returning demonic energy.
To everyone's surprise, the one who attacked next was the deity itself, equivalent to the Demon Prince making a move personally.
All paths led to ruin, and the bloodstains on his face grew more numerous. It was unimaginable that Elder Fan's curse could have pierced through the protection of the demon child and wounded him directly.
The momentum of the Demon Child's breaking free was unstoppable. They watched helplessly as the blood color on the statue faded, almost completely turning black.
Mighty magic surges!
The next moment, they were astonished to find that when the magic power reached its peak, there was no sign of it whatsoever, and it suddenly declined!
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All who are without the way sat cross-legged upon the seal, still and unmoving.
A golden light swept across her body, suppressing the curse's blood threads.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, there arose Mozi's enraged roar. A chain appeared on the back of the statue's head at some point unknown, its other end originating from Zhū Wǔdào's brow.
"You dare!"
In a roar filled with rage and terror, he wanted to crush all the wicked.
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“He's just a demon fetus casually discarded by the Saint King! Back then, you acted recklessly, disobeyed the Saint King's orders, and caused his entire plan to fall apart. You still have the face to call yourself the Demon Son...”
Zhu Wudao sneered, with a flick of his left hand, he placed the spirit-calming incense beside him. It ignited without fire.
If the holy ruler were present, he would certainly not harbor any ulterior motives.
To set a trap within the idol, luring you in, was merely a whim.
Everything he had done before was in preparation to help the Holy Lord escape, including the Spirit-Calming Incense, which could help him resist a celestial restriction within the Immortal Palace.
Follow the Holy Lord, and your future is limitless!
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What is a magic son
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To pledge allegiance to this person, yet devour them
Instead, take a leap forward!
After entering the mountain, after many tests, Zhu Wudao confirmed the state of the demon child and changed his plan temporarily.
Master Zi Lei and Old Demon Fan have means to track him. Is Zhu Wudao truly defenseless He just doesn't want to give up, these people can just help him consume the Demonic Son!
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The chains strained, dragging the idol before the formless, maddened void. A frenzy of demonic shadow writhed with its every pull.
He looked indifferent and calm.
"Forging my path, not in vain for you to live for ten thousand years!"
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This translates directly to English as:of the Tiansi符.When separating grass leaves, it is absolutely forbidden to damage them.In a short while, Qin Sang fully understood this soul-attracting grass. After a moment of contemplation, he sudde...