When Luo Jiujiang was undergoing the tribulation, the tribulation cloud was hovering above the Holy Mountain. Even though there was a slight deviation between the center and the Holy Mountain, it did not prevent the Holy Mountain from becoming the first line covered by the entire tribulation cloud.

As soon as the silvery calamity clouds appeared on the horizon of the holy land, Han Qianling, who was diving deep at the bottom of the dark blue pool, frowned.

Even though he had now divided most of his attention on fusing the Dao Source fragments at the bottom of the pool, he could still feel the strangeness and unusualness of this calamity cloud.

It is not strange to go through the tribulation in a holy land, and going through the Nascent Soul tribulation may be rare, but this is so unique, even with his knowledge, it can be said to be an unheard-of tribulation cloud, so Han Qianling can only think of one person.

After all, in the entire holy land, even if Han Qianling, Dong Shuangyu and Ni Kui were counted as half, the number of people who possessed the source of Tao would never exceed three fingers.

As for the two alien species other than Luo Jiujiang... it’s not that Han Qianling looks down on them, but they really don’t look like the kind of people who can cause such a situation.

The calamity cloud that was rapidly approaching the heart of the holy mountain had an aura like refined metal, so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut people's consciousness, and it smelled like blood and fire.

Han Qianling could imagine the trials Luo Jiujiang would face now, outside the ravines of the Holy Mountain. And the man he loved, no matter how difficult the situation, would be like a stone pine on a cliff or a bamboo standing strong in the wind, and no adversity could break his bones.

As for himself, who is deep in the heart of the Holy Mountain, he also has challenges to face.

Han Qianling raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze seemed to be able to see through the pool of cold spring water, see through the rocks and gravel that made up the holy mountain, pass through the hills and plains along the way, and quietly arrive at Luo Jiujiang's side.

That glance seemed lingering, almost reluctant, but it was only for a brief moment before Han Qianling withdrew his gaze. He even gathered all his spiritual awareness, concentrating completely on immersing himself in the fragments of the Dao Source at the bottom of the pool.

The thing before him now was probably the most complex thing in the world. Chaos was the most difficult thing in the world, and it was a well-deserved second. And considering its sinister and dangerous nature, Chaos would probably retreat a bit.

The most filthy evil thoughts left by the Dragon God, coupled with some chaotic inherited memories, and fused with the Holy Mountain's long-standing coveting and coveting of it, were all mixed like a pot of porridge in the source of Yin and Yang left by the Dragon God.

They are so tightly entangled with each other that they seem to have been melted into one over the vast ages. It is even different from all the existing sources of Tao in the world. It is not in a liquid state like other sources of Tao, but has completely solidified into a solid.

The crystals that looked like star fragments lay quietly at the bottom of the White Stone Pond, emitting a mysterious light all over.

These things, no bigger than the thumbnail of an adult man, have been able to illuminate the empty belly of the Holy Mountain for tens of thousands of years.

Han Qianling's spiritual consciousness sank and floated among the sources of Tao. He passed by one evil thought after another that pulled him back. The filthy emotions scolded him, insulted him, and asked him to turn around and face himself, and take a good look at the part of himself that he had abandoned more than ten years ago.

And those complicated and disjointed memories that were like fault lines were also a prison maze. Not to mention how intricate the terrain was, just those memories that were hard to tell the beginning from the end and the real and unreal memories were enough to give people a headache.

In addition to the Dao source of these crystals, Han Qianling also had to persist in resisting some mysterious will between heaven and earth.

There were many times when he was almost torn apart by evil thoughts and dragged back to the quagmire. There were also thrilling moments when he was spinning back and forth in the loop of memory, his mind was in a daze, but as he stepped through the path and the swamp step by step, every bit of the source of Tao was absorbed and stripped away by him.

The flow of time here is different from that in the outside world. Add to that the various memories that entangle him and force time into his cognition, and the gap between the two is even more difficult to calculate.

Han Qianling had narrowly escaped death several times in the Daoyuan Crystal, but the passage of time in the holy land was just enough for Luo Jiujiang to endure the ninth thunder tribulation.

The ninth thunder tribulation was the one that caused Luo Jiujiang the most serious offense.

Instantly, the pressure on Han Qianling's back was relieved, as if something that had been holding him back had suddenly diverted his attention, leaving him no time to think about anything else. This sudden change was completely unexpected for Han Qianling, so he didn't hold back at all -

He used the most delicate control to strip away the source of the Tao, without even the slightest deviation. As for how to divert the power to resist evil thoughts and the Way of Heaven, he almost controlled the spiritual energy to the centimeter.

However, the will of heaven that had been holding him back suddenly withdrew, catching Han Qianling off guard. It was too late to remedy the situation. The moment his balance was completely shattered by the frantic influx of power, he was like a gluttonous beast, swallowing the Dao Source, inherited memories, and evil thoughts whole in one gulp.

The amount of Dao Source contained in this mouthful was enough to kill 1,100 Feng Xue on the spot, but for Han Qianling, he only felt that the bottomless pit in his heart was slightly filled.

Evil thoughts washed away Han Qianling's sanity like a flood, while the Dragon God's most secret memories instantly flowed into Han Qianling's sea of ​​consciousness. Han Qianling subconsciously pressed his hands to his forehead and fell to his knees, letting out a broken, suppressed groan.

After three breaths, Han Qianling opened his eyes, and his face turned slightly pale.

Suppressing evil thoughts had been an instinct he'd developed over the years, and even though so many evil thoughts had returned to his body this time, it wasn't yet unmanageable. What shocked and disbelieved him now was something else entirely.

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