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After Zhao Yu put away the Yin Yang Holy Fire Token, everyone finally got up. A group of young talents looked at Zhao Yu with a mix of fear and admiration, intimidated by her strength. Yet, seeing her harmless demeanor, they unconsciously moved closer.
"Get away!" Zhao Yu snapped at the group of talented youths.
The young men all wore pitiful expressions, as if they had suffered a great injustice.
Zhao Yang held the Divine Soul of the Thunder God, still imprisoned in the Flower of the Great Path, in his palm. He then summoned the Flying Knife's Glimmer, nurtured within his Qi Sea. Zhao Yang infused the Divine Soul into the Flying Knife's Glimmer, which instantly transformed from a cold gleam to a radiant shine, its surface crackling with lightning and becoming even more agile. At the same time, the quality of the Flying Knife's Glimmer improved slightly.
"Is the Yin Yang Holy Fire Token a gift from your master?" Zhao Yang finally turned to ask Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yang pouted and said, "That monkey wouldn’t give it to me, so I took it when he wasn’t looking."
"What?" Zhao Yang raised his hand as if to smack Zhao Yu on the backside.
"Stop! You brute! How can you hit Your Majesty!" a young man shouted, pointing at Zhao Yang.
"Exactly! All treasures in this world belong to Your Majesty. Even if you are the Rebel Son, you should be crawling at our Queen's feet!" another young man declared emphatically.
"Hey, you guys are getting a bit too spirited," Zhao Yang said helplessly. He wanted to teach someone a lesson; otherwise, if he kept indulging Zhao Yu like this, she would surely climb higher and higher. This girl had always dared to ride on top of authority; last time he returned home, she had even made a group of villagers call her Queen. Though she had blossomed beautifully over the years, her courage had likely grown even greater.
"Yuer!" He Qing called out to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu looked towards He Qing in the direction of Xuanfo Temple and immediately ran over excitedly, throwing herself into He Qing's arms while mumbling, "Mom, I've missed you so much."
He Qing stroked Zhao Yu's hair and said, "I've missed you too! Where have you been all these years? I was so worried without any news from you."
Zhao Yu replied, "My master took me to many places—blessed lands and ancient spiritual veins. This Queen... oh no, I mean Yuer ate so many delicious things! I wanted to save some for Dad and Brother, but I just couldn't help myself and ate it all."
Zhao Yu murmured, feeling a bit shy, while He Qing smiled wryly, unsure of what to say to her daughter.
"By the way, Mother, how did your talent become so exceptional? You actually have the Ultimate Water Spirit Root," Zhao Yu suddenly recalled something, sensing that He Qing was different from before.
"Your mother received the Water Linglong from Ruo Shui Laozu, which improved her Spiritual Root," Zhao Tianlang said at that moment.
Zhao Yu glanced at the elegant man who resembled a figure from an ink painting and muttered, "Who are you? This Queen is talking to my mother, and you dare to interrupt? Don’t think just because you know my mother that I won’t hit you."
"You little brat, how can you speak like that? This is your father!" He Qing scolded with a laugh.
"Huh?" Zhao Yu looked at Zhao Tianlang in disbelief. "When did Dad become so young? And he’s actually a master of the Tribulation Period. Hey, Dad, why is your clothes floating by themselves? What material are they made of? I want a matching set!"
"You little rascal, three days without a beating and you’re already climbing the walls," He Qing quickly pulled Zhao Yu away. "Come and greet your aunts."
"I’ve seen this aunt before; I sensed her when she met my master," Zhao Yu pointed at Ice Snow Consort.
"This should be an aunt from the Dragon Clan, right? She has overwhelming dragon energy within her. My master once discovered a not-so-large Dragon Vein and locked me inside for a year. I couldn’t come out until I absorbed it all; it was really annoying," Zhao Yu said to Dragon Queen.
"This sister is really beautiful; I just wonder why she doesn’t smile. Sister, you’re so pretty, why do you have words on your face? Zi—Xia—"
"Yuer, be respectful; this is your Consort Yu Aunt!" He Qing quickly reprimanded Zhao Yu. No one dared to mention the words on Consort of Rain's face, and it was Zhao Yu's first meeting with her that she touched upon such a sensitive topic.
"It’s fine," Consort of Rain gestured for He Qing not to worry.
Zhao Yu suddenly realized with enlightenment, "Oh, you are the legendary first extraordinary woman of the Cultivation world, Consort of Rain. What a pity."
As soon as Zhao Yu spoke these words, everyone’s expression changed drastically because Consort of Rain slightly furrowed her brows. Everyone felt an invisible pressure emanating from her. Clearly, even though Zhao Yu was the daughter of Zhao Tianlang and He Qing and even though she was Pudu Shanni's disciple, if she were to say something like "What a pity about aging," "What a pity no one wants her," or "What a pity such beauty is wasted," Consort of Rain might very well retaliate against Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu smiled and said, "It's a pity you met me; from now on, I will be known as the greatest wonder in the Cultivation world."
The Consort of Rain smiled, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, the originally blue sky suddenly darkened with rolling clouds, and thunder rumbled.
"It’s the Old God General summoning the Thunder Tribulation!" someone exclaimed, and everyone looked up.
"Please step back, fellow cultivators, to avoid the tribulation," the Old God General shouted, tilting his head back and howling at the sky.
A beam of light shot up from the Old God General's back, piercing through the heavens. The light returned through the sky, enveloping the Old God General like a white-clad Star Elder, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Ding!
A large star lit up above the Celestial Root on the Old God General's back!
Ding!
Another large star illuminated!
Ding!
The third large star shone brightly!
Countless people gasped in shock—Three-Star Thunder Tribulation!
"The Three-Star Thunder Tribulation has claimed countless skilled cultivators throughout history. Although the Old God General possesses extraordinary cultivation, he has been in slumber for hundreds of years. His slumber is not like others' sealed states; his body has already deteriorated. Can he withstand such a powerful Thunder Tribulation? The Three-Star Thunder Tribulation is meant to test unparalleled masters!" someone lamented.
As the three great stars above the Celestial Root lit up, he slowly ascended within the auroral sky. At the same time, the thunder tribulation rapidly gathered in the air, its momentum quite terrifying.
"Make your move!" A voice called out from the shadows, and immediately several figures flew towards the Old God General. The situation was too sudden; no one expected that after the Thunder God’s death, anyone would dare to cause trouble here. One person moved swiftly, thrusting a Dao Artifact into the auroral sky, injuring the Old God General in the abdomen and nearly causing him to fall.
"Seeking death!" The Consort of Rain snorted angrily, and countless Crimson Silks shot out from her body. The attackers turned to flee, but the Consort of Rain's Crimson Silks ensnared several of them, instantly turning them into meat paste, their forms obliterated. One person, terrified, tore through the void and escaped.
The Consort of Rain calmly raised her hand and reached into the void. A muffled sound echoed as she crushed that fleeing figure.
At that moment, a thunderbolt as thick as a barrel struck down!
Boom!
The Old God General was enveloped in the thunderbolt. The lightning shattered his defenses and crashed into his body, causing him to grunt in pain. Blood spurted from his mouth as he was pressed down by the massive lightning. He chanted spells, channeling powerful True Qi to resist the thunder tribulation. Circles of lightning spread outwards, instantly obliterating several people who couldn't escape.
Though his waist had previously sustained a not-so-serious injury that would heal in a few days, it was now magnified infinitely by the thunder tribulation. Lightning flickered at the wound, invading his very marrow, causing beads of sweat to drip down from the Old God General's forehead.
As the lightning gradually dissipated, the Old God General collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath in an extremely disheveled state.
"The Three-Star Thunder Tribulation requires enduring three strikes of thunder; this is just the first strike. Each subsequent strike increases in power geometrically. This means that when the second thunder strikes down, it will be double the first's power, and by the third strike, it will be quadruple!" an old man explained.
"Then it seems that for an unparalleled expert, it's not too much at all. Even an Eight Star Thunder Calamity would only be 16 times," a young man remarked.
"Did your math teacher teach you?" Li Mo, who had been brought into the cultivation world by Zhao Yang and was watching this extraordinary scene unfold, couldn't help but respond to the young man. "The geometric growth of earlier levels of thunder tribulation may not seem significant at first glance; however, 'geometric' typically refers to squares. The Three-Star Thunder Tribulation corresponds to quadruple power; four stars mean 16 times; five stars mean 256 times; six stars mean 65,536 times. When a cultivator possesses a six-star Celestial Root, they theoretically face a thunder tribulation with 65 thousand times the power. The Seven-Star Thunder Tribulation could reach billions of times! Even if such immense thunder tribulations don't actually exist in reality, they are beyond what any cultivator can withstand. It’s not merely your claim that eight stars are just sixteen times."
Another old monster from the Tribulation Period added: "This young friend has calculated well; however, saying that thunder tribulation increases geometrically is indeed inaccurate. Only those who have truly experienced it can understand. I was once a four-star Celestial Root and barely survived through the first three tribulations; I could not pass through the fourth. But based on my senses, I believe that fourth tribulation is at most ten times stronger than the first one. Even so, it is beyond human capability to resist. This Transcend Tribulation old friend here has similar strength to what I had back then; however, his physical body has already deteriorated and has suffered severe injuries under this first tribulation. To say something unpalatable—he is likely facing dire straits."
Listening to everyone discuss the power of thunder tribulations made Zhao Yang feel somewhat worried about what lay ahead. Although one could gauge a person's aptitude by observing their thunder tribulation strength, what if it were too strong and resulted in instant death? The theoretical six-star thunder tribulation equated to over sixty thousand times its power; even if it were only hundreds of times in reality—so what? He and Li Mo had both been top students in physics and vaguely remembered that lightning voltage ranges from 100 million to 1 billion volts. A medium-strength thunderstorm could reach a power output of ten million watts—equivalent to that of a small nuclear power plant. When all this voltage converges on one person, what difference does it make? Death would be inevitable! Even though they were cultivators capable of defying heaven's will, there must still be limits. If they were truly faced with billions of times worth of lightning strikes—forget about just Old God General; even the entire Five Elements Continent would be obliterated in an instant.
A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, a brilliant light slicing through the heavens as if an ancient dragon were charging through endless distances, striking down with ferocity!
Old God General's face darkened as he gazed helplessly at the descending thunderbolt, ready to take action.
"I will lend you a hand," Zhao Yang shouted. The Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords formed a sword array, surrounding Old God General. At the moment the thunderbolt struck down, it was surprisingly halted by the Peerless Killing Sword's formation!
With a sharp crack, the protective shield of the sword array shattered, and the immense destructive power of the thunderbolt slammed into Old God General. He was suddenly driven into the ground, blood splattering everywhere, his body mangled. As the lightning faded, Old God General lay on the brink of death amidst the ashes of calamity.
"You can no longer survive the thunder tribulation; you might as well disperse your Celestial Root and live a few more years," Consort of Rain said coldly.
With her words, everyone realized that Old God General truly had no chance of transcending the tribulation and ascending successfully.
"Since there is nothing left to worry about, what does life or death matter?" A sigh emerged from the depths of the thunder pit.
Old God General's spirit suddenly surged; his once frail aura reached its peak in an instant. The Dao Yun around him expanded outward in waves, and everyone felt his overwhelming presence.
"Stealing my royal family's Withered Wood Rebirth technique, do you think I would allow you to ascend so easily? You traitor!" A mighty voice boomed like a reprimand.
Central Sovereign stepped forth from the void, cloaked in golden light like a divine Jin Zhan. He wielded the Sky Piercing Sword and carried the Hunting Immortal Spear on his back. With three National Treasures gathered in one person, it was nearly impossible not to be invincible!
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