Chapter 1204: Tribulation Transmutation Stage

Lu Yang knew the might of the Tribulation Transcender stage all too well; back in the Void Refinement stage, his power would frequently fluctuate into that higher realm, leaving no room for error in his judgment of his current cultivation.

He felt his spiritual energy surging thick and profound, his physical form condensed to a terrifying degree; with a mere wave of his sleeve, he could shear off the peak of a mountain, and had he been placed in the radiant antiquity of the starry past, a single flick of his finger could have shattered the stars.

"How could I have ascended directly to the Tribulation Transcender stage? Am I still trapped within the Heart Tribulation?"

Lu Yang murmured softly, though he quickly discarded the doubt, his clarity—

He turned, pulling Liu Yiyi into his embrace, and then, lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers.

High in the sky, a deep blue lotus materialized, curls of a bone-chilling frost that could freeze the very soul winding around it, and within this icy lotus rested the body of Mao Xu.

Ye Han awoke, a slumber that felt as painfully long as ten thousand years, leaving him with a profound sense of the lonely hopelessness of a myriad winters; that bland, despair-inducing solitude struck his soul violently, a feeling that did not seem to belong to him, yet had been forcefully poured into his mind.

Hearing Xiao Yun’s words, Benben instantly threw open its four hooves and bolted, its full speed not a whit inferior to a galloping steed; in years past, it could even keep pace with Xiao Yi’s legendary horse, the Moon-Reflecting Thousand-Mile White, and a distance of dozens of Zhang was crossed in the blink of an eye.

"What should we do, Brother Yuyang? This Fellow Daoist Lin seems to be a senior of the Foundation Establishment stage, and we have offended him... could it be..." A cultivator beside him trembled violently, seemingly already visualizing the grim fate that awaited them.

"I know you young people don't believe in this sort of thing, but I still suggest you take a look and hear what Daoist Master Li has to say first. If it's inaccurate, then so be it, but if it hits the mark, it will be of great help to you," Qin Xuefang said.

A beam of sacred white light descended as the Priest Mentor arrived just in time, immediately casting a healing spell to sustain the life of the dying Knight Mentor.

"Haha, if you can forge a good relationship with the Liu family, you will be a great contributor to our Zhang family. Your father would be too overjoyed to care, so why on earth should you say sorry?" Zhang Guodong said with a face full of affectionate warmth, patting Zhang Ziqi's shoulder with a smile.

I vaguely remember that during the endless epochs when I was still alive, I once traversed many continents and drifted through the cosmos, obtaining not only the supreme treasures of the realms but also the artifacts hidden within the starry sky.

At this moment, Gao Da was the exact antithesis of his usual punchable demeanor, replaced instead by an expression of utter solemnity, and his Blood Angel imprint had reached a level high enough to sprout wings.

"Remnant Soul, don't!" Yang Yulei called out to stop him, but alas, it was already too late; the Remnant Soul's movements were exceedingly swift and decisive, and worse, more often than not, the spirit within him was beyond his control, leaving Yang Yulei utterly helpless.

He could sense the majestic, overwhelming pressure emanating from that Taiji diagram! Even with his pride in soul attacks, he did not possess a fraction of confidence to pierce the defenses of this Taiji Yin-Yang diagram, let alone the frenzied Ling Tian.

Once the townsfolk had dispersed, the grand courtyard suddenly became hollow and quiet, save for the litter scattering the ground.

Were it not for this, how could he, a caster worthy of being called ultra-first-class, have failed to accomplish even a single one of the Three Immortals and ascend to the four-star rank by now?

I knew not how many times I had hacked downward, knowing only that my arm had gone entirely numb, with nothing but the stinging pain from my split palm proving that my hand still possessed any sensation.

Born of military stock, he was well-versed in archery and capable of hurling spears. Not only that, but he could also infuse his arrows or throwing spears with his Musou energy, unleashing powerful and devastating Musou attacks.

Jiang Ru felt as though he had plunged back into his nightmare, running frantically while the crimson-lipped demon pursued him with a black dagger; the dim lights of the parking lot, the road that seemed to stretch on without end... all of it heralded the approach of death.

The crimson light within the eyes of the silhouette trapped inside the red crystal narrowed slowly, resembling the predatory gaze of a cunning yet powerful beast, until finally, with a sharp "Crack!!!" of the shattering crystal, the figure's right hand burst violently from its translucent cage, turning to grasp the silver-white spear that pierced through its own heart.