Volume 2, Chapter 413: Inducing Thunder Tribulation, Ye Tingmu Breaks Through,
After arranging everything, Ye Tingmu started practicing again. He had found the pinnacle of the Immortal King realm.
But he only saw it from afar. If he wanted to reach the peak of the Immortal King realm, he had to find a way to lead there.
He began to use the Enlightenment Technique to evolve over and over again, trying again and again.
He failed, then continued, failed again, and continued again, day and night without stopping. Gradually, he didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally succeeded.
He successfully found the path and arrived at the extreme level of the Immortal King Realm.
He looked up at what he was looking for, but did not reach out to pick it. Instead, he quietly stepped back and returned to the starting point.
Then start the second time, the third time, the fourth time, .... a thousand times, ten thousand times...
He always believed that if he wanted to achieve 100% success in anything, he would have to go through countless failures and countless verifications.
The sun rises, sets, and the stars move.
Ten years have passed.
Broken Sword Mountain remained the same as before, and chose to close the mountain as before. In the sect, everyone devoted themselves to cultivation.
Qiqi still hasn't woken up, and Liu Yanyan still hasn't given birth.
One day, Ye Tingmu opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. He knew that it was time.
He evolved tens of thousands of times and finally determined that path, the end of the Immortal King realm.
For an ordinary Immortal King to defeat an Immortal Emperor, he must illuminate the heavens with the Dharma image, travel through the sea of stars with his own sea of consciousness, or create a sea of stars, inject the Dharma image with the power of the Great Dao, and condense the final Dharma image of the heavens to illuminate all living beings.
This is the realm of the Immortal Emperor, and he is taking the same path, but he has gone a little further than others.
It was this greater distance that consumed hundreds of years of his time.
But today, it will all come to an end, and he will succeed.
He stepped into the air, disappeared into the sky, and went up against the wind.
Today he will bring down the strongest thunder tribulation in the Changhe Realm, the twelfth level of thunder tribulation of the Great Dao.
"Look, it's the Sword Master."
He stood tall in the blue sky, his eyes deep and spiritual energy flowing around him. He followed the trajectory and walked along the path he had tried countless times.
Everything happens naturally.
A Dharma image appeared behind him. It was a physical Dharma image. The moment it appeared, it blocked the scorching sun above his head.
Suddenly, the body of the Dharma Image was surrounded by tiny dots of light. It slowly grew larger and larger until it exceeded one hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet... a thousand feet...
The sunlight was completely blocked, and Broken Sword Mountain became dark. At this moment, everyone came out.
Feeling an inexplicable breath descending from the sky, Fenghe and Qingfeng both stopped meditating at the same time.
Looking at the huge statue of Dharma above their heads, the statue of the gods, they knew that their eldest brother was about to break through.
At this time, Broken Sword Mountain was very quiet. There were no exclamations or noises. They held their breath and looked at the sky quietly.
Even though Ye Tingmu evolved a Dharma image that surpassed that of a normal emperor at this moment, they were not surprised at all.
Because the Sword Master opened eleven rings in the fairyland and condensed a physical Dharma image in the celestial realm.
For them, such a large reflection of the heavens is normal. If it is smaller, it would be abnormal.
"Brother, come on."
“It will definitely succeed.”
"I have finally waited for this day. I will witness the Sword Master break the throne."
"Hahaha, I have almost seen the future. In a corner of the future, I saw the Sword Master standing on the other side of the sword path, looking down at the world."
"Today, in the land of Changkong, the boundary book must fall, and write a sentence, burying the world's number one, hahahaha."
Ye Tingmu, who was in the sky, was still walking his own way. He gathered the stars and injected the power of the avenue.
With a loud bang, a shackle in his body broke open, and the heavens took shape. His entire aura changed completely in an instant.
Everyone, including himself, knew what this meant. It meant that he had succeeded and successfully broken through the shackles of the Immortal Emperor realm. All that was left was to withstand the twelve levels of heavenly thunder.
"It worked, great."
“I don’t think it will be that simple.”
"What do you mean, curse the Sword Ancestor?"
"No, I mean this is too simple, or too normal. The Sword Master's breakthroughs shouldn't be this normal every time. I think it's definitely not over yet."
In fact, just as some people guessed, Ye Tingmu did not stop at this time, nor did he trigger the thunder tribulation. At this moment, he seemed to be trying to peel off his reflection of the heavens.
That's right, stripping.
During the entire peeling process, he also showed extreme pain.
Theoretically, the Dharma images of the heavens are part of the soul. If they are separated, it would be like pulling one's soul out of one's body.
At this moment, the Dharma images of the heavens began to roar in pain under the gaze of countless people, as if they were very dissatisfied with their master for doing such a thing.
“What is he doing?
"It looks like Big Brother is trying to extract the Dharma image from the body."
"You're crazy! Isn't this courting death?"
"Junior brother is too troublesome. The risk is huge."
Dahei glared at him. "Let's not talk about whether it's courting death or not. I don't need to tell you how painful it is to have your soul extracted. You'll probably lose consciousness."
Dongfang Qing clenched his fists tightly, "I believe him, he will be fine, for sure."
At this moment, the disciples of Broken Sword Mountain, who had been relatively calm, were in great turmoil. They had promised not to be surprised, but at this moment they still couldn't help but widen their eyes.
None of them knew why Ye Tingmu did this and what the significance of doing so was.
They only knew that such a scene was unbearable to watch, and that it was a terrifying thing to tear off one's own soul with one's own hands.
They were worried about Ye Tingmu and prayed in their hearts that nothing would happen.
Ye Tingmu kept gritting his teeth, his face turned black, and the intense pain made his cheeks covered with sweat.
His Dharma image was crying, grieving, afraid, and also angry.
Even though it was very painful, Ye Tingmu remained silent.
He already knew how painful it was to have his soul ripped from his body.
Because he had experienced this before. When Jian Wushu sent him to heaven, he had personally felt this feeling.
The level of pain was similar, but the difference was that last time, someone else was hitting me, while this time, I hit myself.
Any hesitation would lead to failure, so he had to be ruthless enough. He had to tell himself at this moment that he was not himself.
As time passed, the tension and worry in the crowd's eyes grew.
And Ye Tingmu was only one step away from success.
He suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot.
"Give it to me, get out."
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