Heavenly Tribulation!

This is a test that every cultivator who embarks on the path of immortality must face; it can also be seen as a punishment from the Heavenly Dao. As beings born after birth, yet desiring immortality, they naturally have to pay the price.

When a cultivator embarks on the path of immortality, they must face a tribulation. If they pass it, they can extend their lifespan by a thousand years; if they fail, they will turn into ashes and perish.

When one seeks immortality in the path of immortality and takes a solid step forward, the Heavenly Dao will also give them a test, or rather, a punishment.

At this point, some cultivators are no longer merely passively accepting the trials from Heaven.

Any cultivator who opens up a blessed land during the breakthrough process can hide in the blessed land and temporarily avoid the heavenly tribulation. This is the most important function of a blessed land for cultivators, without exception.

However, this is a test from the Heavenly Dao, which can only be delayed for a period of time. It is impossible to truly escape it unless a cultivator is willing to spend the rest of their life in the area they have created and never take another step outside.

But in reality, which cultivator who has reached this level is not an exceptionally talented individual? Even those who did not have a good start have still managed to reach this point thanks to their outstanding qualities, and they should not be underestimated.

Although the Heavenly Tribulation is dangerous, if a Celestial Immortal who has already broken through to the Heavenly Realm hides in a blessed land and makes thorough preparations, there is a high chance that they can safely pass through it and then enjoy a carefree life for another thousand years.

Therefore, although Feng Bingwen had only just awakened, after briefly dealing with the blessed land, he calmly left the blessed land to face the baptism of the heavenly tribulation.

There was no other reason; he had enough confidence, after all, he had slept long enough, and his condition had naturally adjusted to its peak.

"That feels so good!"

Having just left the blessed land and been submerged by an endless ocean of lightning, Feng Bingwen, after a brief period of adjustment, squinted his eyes with considerable pleasure.

The Heavenly Dao continued to treat him with the same kindness as always. He had just left when it welcomed him with such a generous gift. He could feel that his body, which seemed to have reached its limit, was beginning to strengthen again under the tempering of the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Once I have survived the Heavenly Tribulation, I will travel to the Desolate Sea to seek out the Dragon Clan and join forces to resist the extraterrestrial demons!"

Submerged in a sea of ​​lightning formed by interwoven arcs of thunder and lightning, Feng Bingwen seemed to be talking to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, the heavenly tribulation did not change in the slightest. In fact, the destructive power contained in its lightning even began to gradually increase.

Even Feng Bingwen's body couldn't withstand the lightning strike. Charred charcoal shells kept peeling off his body, revealing new flesh and blood that was as clear and lustrous as jade.

The Heavenly Tribulation, which is designed to target Earth Immortals or even locks the limits of cultivators, tests them in every way: magic power, soul, Dao heart, physique... Any slight deficiency will become a fatal flaw, and they can easily turn into a handful of ashes.

Even if a cultivator possesses immense supernatural powers, they cannot resist, because in this world, the power that the Heavenly Dao can mobilize is virtually inexhaustible compared to that of a cultivator.

Therefore, when cultivators undergo tribulation, they can only endure the hardship. A heavenly tribulation will not go on indefinitely, determined to destroy the cultivator's body and soul before it stops. No matter how ruthless the Heavenly Dao is, it will still give them a glimmer of hope and will not completely exterminate them.

However, amidst the increasingly powerful tribulation of Feng Bingwen, a streak of azure dragon-shaped lightning would occasionally flash by. But when this terrifying divine lightning struck Feng Bingwen, it bestowed upon him an indescribable vitality.

Yi Wood Divine Thunder!

This was also a terrifying heavenly lightning that could easily annihilate gods and demons, but for Feng Bingwen, whose body was being constantly destroyed by various kinds of heavenly tribulations, it was no different from a tonic.

Feng Bingwen had already experienced something similar once, so he was quite adept at accepting the punishment from the heavenly tribulation. Although it was far from comfortable compared to the last time, it was extremely painful.

However, he was not an ungrateful person. For a normal cultivator, being able to undergo tribulation like him and receive special care from the Heavenly Dao was something that was truly something that could only be hoped for and not even dared to dream of.

Therefore, although he could only struggle under the heavenly tribulation this time, the azure lightning that occasionally struck him made Feng Bingwen feel grateful.

This means that what others might only have a sliver of hope for is virtually nonexistent for him. He simply needs to grit his teeth and tough it out.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when the shimmering ocean came into view and the misty, ethereal realm of Taishang came into view in the distance, Feng Bingwen realized that he had completely survived this heavenly tribulation.

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Even at this moment, Feng Bingwen felt the gazes from all directions, some indifferent and ruthless, others aloof and superior, but the vast majority were filled with a faint kindness, or even a hint of admiration.

Feng Bingwen was fully aware of these gazes and had no objection to them, because he could sense that the owners of these gazes were mostly immortals who were far more powerful than him, beings he could only look up to now.

The profound essence of the Supreme Tao!

Feng Bingwen stood somewhat nervously on the surging sea of ​​clouds that gradually spread out beneath his feet. Although with his current cultivation level, he could establish a sect and become an ancestor in any continent of the human race after leaving the Supreme Dao, he was still a nobody in the Supreme Dao, unable to even raise his tail high.

However, even so, with his level of cultivation, he should be considered a pillar of the Supreme Dao. The blessed land he created can also add to the foundation of the Supreme Dao.

However, the scene of congratulations from the immortals that he had expected did not happen. Most of the Supreme Dao immortals who were awakened by the fluctuations he emitted during his tribulation disappeared after noticing him.

Only a few people smiled at him in a friendly manner while they were hiding, but none of them seemed inclined to approach him to chat or offer congratulations.

"I'm already an Earth Immortal? And this is the treatment I get?"

Even Feng Bingwen couldn't help but think to himself, "If it were any other sect, even those famous immortal sects, producing a mere Earth Immortal would be enough to warrant a grand Ascension Ceremony."

However, even though he had caused such a commotion in the Supreme Dao, the fellow Daoists and many elders who had been attracted by him glanced at him and then went back to doing their own things. No one even paid him any attention, which made him feel somewhat frustrated.

"good!"

It seemed that his resentment was so strong that finally someone responded to his expectations. Upon hearing that familiar voice, Feng Bingwen's heart was moved.

"Dao Lord!"

The current leader of the Supreme Dao.

However, apart from that faint praise that lingered in his ears, Feng Bingwen stood atop the sea of ​​clouds and waited patiently for a long time, but he did not feel any power descend upon him. It seemed that the old man had only praised him once and then there was no further sound, and he did not even intend to invite him to have a cup of tea.

"Dao Lord?!"

Feng Bingwen tentatively called out. Now he could easily shatter the void with his magic power, and traveling across continents was no longer a difficult task for him. However, finding the location where his Dao Lord was staying was still impossible for him.

"What's up?"

A surprised voice rang in Feng Bingwen's ears.

"..."

Feng Bingwen was momentarily silent, but ultimately couldn't help but utter a complaint.

"I'm already an Earth Immortal, and the sect won't even give me a cup of tea, let alone hold an ascension ceremony for me?"

"So you were after my tea!"

A soft laugh rang out, followed by a familiar feeling. The world had changed, and everything before his eyes had transformed. Even though his strength had greatly increased compared to before, he still had no power to struggle.

"Come!"

Before him sat a familiar tea table, a cup of tea was placed, its delicate aroma rising and swirling in the steam, the shapes of dragons and phoenixes faintly visible, seemingly imbued with boundless Daoist wisdom.

"Thank you, Dao Master!"

Looking at the cup of Enlightenment Tea in front of him, Feng Bingwen didn't stand on ceremony. He picked it up and downed it in one gulp, savoring it carefully for a couple of moments. Then, he picked up the teacup again and chewed up the tea leaves along with it.

"What a waste! How can you drink tea like that?"

Seeing Feng Bingwen's eating habits, the Supreme Dao Master couldn't help but laugh and scold him.

"There's nothing I can do, Daoist Master, your tea is not easy to get!"

Feng Bingwen replied somewhat shyly.

"What's so difficult about that? My tea tree, if we're talking about its origins, is considered to have innate spiritual roots. If you can kill a few descendants of gods and demons and water it with their blood, my tea tree will surely grow more leaves!"

"Blood of Gods and Demons!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen's lips twitched slightly as he looked down at the jade cup in front of him, which was completely empty of tea.

Not to mention that there are very few beings in the world today with divine or demonic bloodlines, even if there are, there are very few that he can provoke and hunt at will.

Moreover, if we're talking about gods and demons, Feng Bingwen feels that he is quite qualified now. After all, in terms of physique alone, ordinary earth immortals probably can't do anything to him in a battle. If a direct conflict were to break out, he could crush an earth immortal.

Such a terrifying and exaggerated physique is extremely difficult for even martial arts immortals to achieve, and can only be compared to the gods and demons born in the ancient times of mythology.

"How about it? How about I share half of the extra tea leaves I've grown with you?"

With a gentle smile, the Supreme Daoist Master looked at Feng Bingwen. His tea tree was actually very picky about its growing environment. Conversely, if its growth requirements were met and it was well cared for, the tea production would naturally increase accordingly.

The blood of gods and demons can indeed nourish the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, and it is not limited to any kind, whether it is an innate spiritual root or a god or demon.

Therefore, he didn't care how this brave and diligent little guy obtained the blood of gods and demons, whether he hunted other descendants of gods and demons or used his own blood, it didn't matter, he wouldn't lose out anyway.

"Dao Master, my cultivation is still a bit weak. I probably can't handle gods and demons. Would the blood of extraterrestrial demons be of any use?"

"Extraterrestrial demons? You mean those guys from beyond the heavens now? Maybe it's feasible, but they are extraterrestrial beings after all. If they're useful, it'll just mean I can collect more tea leaves. But if they're useless and even harmful, wouldn't that be a waste of my innate spiritual root? No way!"

The Supreme Dao Master slowly shook his head. The vast majority of spiritual roots are extremely delicate. If their growing environment is not suitable, they may even wither and die.

However, since it is the innate number, the law of heaven and earth, and the evolution of the Great Dao, although it may wither and die, it will never die. At most, it will degenerate into a seed, and when the growing environment is suitable, it will bloom and bear fruit again.

"Then there's nothing we can do!"

Feng Bingwen shook his head repeatedly.

"You slippery brat! You've tasted my tea, and even chewed it. Are you satisfied now? Go do your own thing and don't waste your time here!"

"Wait a moment!"

"What now?"

"I just wanted to ask, doesn't our sect have a grand ceremony or something like an Ascension Ceremony to celebrate?"

Feng Bingwen pressed on, still unwilling to give up, "What about Earth Immortals? No matter where they are, they would never be treated badly."

"No, our sect only has a few disciples. But if you really want to hold a grand ceremony, you can ask those disciples you know to join in the fun. As for anything else, you don't need to think about it."

The Supreme Daoist Master answered rather casually.

"Then forget it!"

Feng Bingwen felt somewhat exhausted.

The number of disciples in each generation of the Supreme Dao is estimated to be no more than ten. Even if you include his master's generation and his own generation, there might not even be twenty people in total. With so few people, what kind of grand ceremony can be held?

As for inviting immortal sects outside the Supreme Dao, I'm sorry, but a mere Earth Immortal doesn't have the prestige to ask the Supreme Dao to open its gates wide and invite immortals and saints from all directions.

I don't mean anything by it. Most of the immortals in the Supreme Tao prefer quiet to noise. Nobody is interested in celebrations or the like.

"Then go ahead. If you ever find the blood of the Demon God in the future, don't forget to come find me and exchange it for tea!"

"yes!"

Feng Bingwen gave a perfunctory reply and was then sent away.

If we're talking about the blood of gods and demons, Feng Bingwen figured that the easiest one to get his hands on would be his own blood. He just needed to find a way to cut his wrists and release it. But he had no intention of giving his life essence to a tea tree as fertilizer, even if that tea tree was a primordial spiritual root.

But the spiritual root wasn't his. The extra tea leaves that grew from the blood he released to nourish the tea tree would have half taken by that Dao Lord. How could he not feel that he was losing out big time?

"If only I could have a primordial spiritual root!"

Thinking of this, a thought popped into Feng Bingwen's mind, and then, the Heavenly Book that had been dormant in his mind for several years suddenly burst forth with brilliant light.