Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 982: Chapter 729: Tribulation Crossing Seventh Layer (Part 2)

The territories, resources, authority, and so on in the Lower Realm are simply nothing to speak of for High Level cultivators.

After obtaining the Purple Mansion Order, the Undying Demon Monarch chose Ascension, and the other cultivators also chose to Ascend.

The various affairs of the Mortal World were not worth any attachment at all.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

At this very moment, the void flickered; a figure in green appeared, the aura on his body shifting, tribulation and Creation arising and perishing, the Heavenly Dao rejecting and suppressing him, while the World Origin circulated. The void blocked as the tribulation clouds condensed, golden Thunderbolts flickered, human-shaped lightning rose and fell.

All Techniques rioted, destructive Energy surged up and down, as if to tear apart everything, annihilate everything.

That silhouette flickered, shuttling through the magnetic fields within the Thunderbolts, his Magical Power resisting wave after wave of tribulation, while Secret Techniques circulated. The countless Power of Thunder, along with the rampaging Spiritual Qi and so on, all surged violently, converging into the Acupoints, Refining his own Magical Power, making up for the depletion from slaughter.

The void shifted; yet another streak of golden lightning condensed, transforming into a golden Long Spear.

Upon the Long Spear, golden patterns appeared; the patterns shifted and undulated, fiercely fluctuating between existence and annihilation, the spear tip carrying a cold gleam as it thrust upward.

That green figure flickered, the Gang Qi on his body arising and perishing; his fist struck upward, the golden Long Spear erupting with a scorching radiance, then shattering, turning into strands of golden Thunderbolt, scattering into the surrounding void.

The tribulation clouds condensed once more, destructive Thunderbolts gathered, the aura of death converged; black yin wind, white Flame, golden lightning, and so on—myriad tribulations interwove, merging into a supreme tribulation descending from above, washing all things clean, exterminating all things.

The cyan radiance flickered, and was directly submerged by the tribulation.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The void roared violently, the Celestial Tribulation continued to erupt, its frequency and rhythm of attacks accelerating, the lethality of the tribulation increasing. The silhouette within flickered, its aura growing ever more withered, and in the end, completely vanished.

The Celestial Tribulation also gradually dispersed.

This Tribulation Crossing Great Power, in the end, fell just a little short, unable to withstand the tribulation, perishing within it.

At this moment, the tribulation clouds flickered in the void, one after another appearing in succession.

There were roughly over a dozen Tribulation Crossing Great Powers, each in different corners of the world, stirring their own qi mechanism, and the tribulations descended accordingly.

The tribulations continued, fiercely bombarding.

In the end, when the tribulations dispersed, only a single Tribulation Crossing Cultivator remained alive, his figure flickering as he disappeared, leaving to nurse his wounds. As for the other eighteen Tribulation Crossing Great Powers, all perished within the tribulations, turned to ash.

“To become an Immortal—how difficult it is.”

Lu Xuanji let out a soft sigh.

The path of a cultivator in Cultivating Immortality is fraught with obstacles at every step, hardship at every step, with no end of danger.

After reaching Tribulation Crossing, one must undergo nine tribulations. With each tribulation, Tribulation Crossing Cultivators will fall, turning to ash, with not even one in ten surviving; by the end, those who can Ascend to the Immortal Realm are pitifully few. In the history of the Purple Mansion World, on average in every hundred thousand years, there are only two or three cultivators who Ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Pressing down the restlessness in his heart, severing delusive thoughts within, Lu Xuanji took out that golden book and began to read.

The pages of the book were forged from Immortal Gold; each sheet was thin, yet supple and incomparably tough.

Opening the first page, Lu Xuanji’s gaze fell upon the words, organizing the information recorded there.

In the book, there were no records of any profound Cultivation Techniques, supreme Divine Techniques, or Forbidden Secret Techniques—only some common knowledge of the Immortal Realm, an introduction to its geography, products, and layout of powers, and so on.

By the time he finally closed the book, he already had a rough understanding of the Immortal Realm.

His figure flickered as he left the Lu Family Grotto Heaven and entered the Purple Mansion World, sensing the Laws circulating within the void, as well as chains one after another binding his body, suppressing him.

With a low shout, the aura on Lu Xuanji’s body erupted, driving Secret Techniques to shatter the chains pressing down on him one by one. As the chains were removed, tribulation clouds churned in the heavens, golden Thunderbolts flickered, Karmic Fire burned, Demonic Qi rose and fell, and a destructive tribulation descended.

As though the Heavenly Dao were enraged, the tribulation was more violent than ever before.

Lu Xuanji drove his Magical Power, Creation Magical Power circulating, the Thirty-Three Heavens manifesting behind him, the Creation Divine Fist blasting forth.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Dazzling white light annihilated all, a domineering aura swept in all directions, suppressing Heaven and Earth.

…

Time trickled by, the tribulation in the void continued, and destruction soared.

That figure flickered amidst the Celestial Tribulation; as the tribulation continued, his Cultivation not only failed to decline, but instead skyrocketed, his Qi and Blood burned fiercely, like a Life Furnace operating, his aura growing ever stronger, ever more ferocious and tyrannical beyond words.

In the void, a man and a woman stood, watching this scene.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, clad in golden Battle Armor, flame patterns between his brows, a red Treasure Sword in his hand. Crimson Flame burned upon his body, emanating a scorching and destructive aura; the woman was tall and slender, with long, shapely legs, dressed in a white dress, a frigid aura spreading around her, as if to freeze the void.

The disparate auras of ice and fire collided, yet remained in harmonious unity.