The surging azure energy of Jia and Yi wood flowed into his body from outside, endlessly. The injuries caused by the previous four heavenly lightning bolts were completely healed in a very short time. This seemed to be not a punishment from heaven, but a blessing bestowed upon him by the heavenly Dao.
For a fleeting moment, Feng Bingwen even thought of the Heavenly Scroll he had recently obtained. Was it because of that so-called Heavenly Scroll that the Heavenly Dao opened a small back door for him during his tribulation, allowing him to receive a boost halfway through the process?
However, Feng Bingwen quickly dismissed this wonderful idea, because the Jia-Yi Wood Green Qi surging into his body still did not stop. Even though the innate ancient scripture in Feng Bingwen's body was already in operation, it still could not dispel the surging green qi.
Because it wasn't pure azure energy, but rather formed from heavenly tribulation lightning. If it were ordinary azure energy, it would have been partially transformed by the immortal spiritual energy the moment it entered Feng Bingwen's body, and it wouldn't have been able to interfere with Feng Bingwen's body.
"As expected, this heavenly tribulation is not so easy to overcome!"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself, turning his head slightly to reveal that the black hair falling over his shoulders had turned a bluish-green hue.
The internal changes have begun to affect his appearance. The seemingly gentle fifth heavenly tribulation contains a deadly killing intent. This tribulation lightning formed from the Jia and Yi wood green qi has healed his previous injuries, but it has also brought him a crisis that cannot be compared to the previous four heavenly tribulations combined.
"The Azure Emperor's Longevity Formula!"
Feng Bingwen sat cross-legged, and azure lightning lifted him up. In mid-air, even hundreds of plants and trees faintly emerged, as if to evolve into a realm.
Within this faintly visible realm, the young Taoist priest sitting cross-legged was the most eye-catching, because the azure energy that constructed this realm emanated from his body.
The lightning bolts transformed into tribulation light that entered his body. This lightning did not cause any direct damage to Feng Bingwen; in fact, his aura began to strengthen. However, the aura of flesh and blood began to fade, and Feng Bingwen was about to transform into an ancient, verdant tree, no longer as a human.
"What's going on? What kind of heavenly lightning is this?"
"The master seems to be acting more and more strange."
"Look, leaves are growing on the master's head!"
Not far away, Feng Bingwen's followers watched him nervously as he was bathed in lightning, but the changes that had occurred to their master made it impossible for them to remain calm.
"Oh no! The master is going to be robbed and burned to ashes!"
"Oh no! Quickly, go and summon a celestial being!"
None of those who followed Feng Bingwen were simple; each had a powerful and prestigious clan behind them. Even the most solitary of them all, the Tongming Golden Ape Sun Yuansheng, was a demon king born and raised within the Taishangdao sect.
Therefore, their knowledge far surpasses that of most living beings in the world. Even though only the golden ape among them survived the heavenly tribulation and the rest had never seen it, they were still able to make judgments based on what they saw.
"Which immortal should we invite?"
The Bixie hurriedly asked, "Following Feng Bingwen has been the most comfortable period of my life since birth. Not only are there no things to do for me, but I can also concentrate on cultivation and eat as many spiritual fruits and delicacies as I want."
If something happens to Feng Bingwen, where will he find such a good opportunity? Even his original clan, the Heavenly Sword Path, the Netherworld Path, and the Blood Qin Empire don't have such a good place. If you want good treatment, you have to risk your life. Even if you fight to the death, you might not be able to get the enjoyment you have now.
"Naturally, we should invite the master's master. The master's master's father is the Immortal Lord Xuanqing."
Golden Ape knew all about the renowned immortals of the Supreme Dao, and naturally knew how powerful his master's backing was. It was because of this factor that he submitted to them in the first place.
"oh oh!"
The dragon beast, bewildered, readily agreed, but quickly realized...
"Then where can I find the master's tutor?"
"Wait a moment!"
Suddenly, Han Ling of the Sky Clan spoke, pointing at Feng Bingwen, as a new change was occurring in the young Taoist.
"What's wrong?"
Many of the followers with extraordinary bloodlines looked up and were immediately confronted with a horrifying scene.
"hiss!"
"That's too cruel!"
Why did it come to this?
Within the boundless azure energy of the Jia and Yi wood, a small blood-red tower leaped from the Baihui acupoint of the young Taoist. The killing and bloodthirsty energy manifested as sword lights, which pierced towards the Taoist who was sitting peacefully in the mortal realm.
Blood, as bright as blood jade and as thick as lead and mercury, gushed out. However, the wound healed rapidly under the life force transformed from the green qi of Jia and Yi wood.
Moreover, not a drop of the flowing blood was wasted; it surged back towards the small tower, which had several cracks, and merged into it, making this broken celestial treasure even more dazzling, with celestial light flowing around it.
Blood Refining Technique!
It is usually a method used by demons and evil sects to refine magical artifacts in order to achieve quick results. However, it also has its advantages, as it can make the connection between the cultivator and the magical artifact closer. However, the disadvantage is that if the amount of blood drawn is not controlled properly, it will damage the cultivator's foundation.
This is naturally not a problem for Feng Bingwen. If his health could be truly manifested, it would always be full, and any slight loss would be replenished by the heavenly tribulation.
However, everything in excess is harmful. Even immortals have a limit to what they can bear. Once it goes too far, good turns bad, and benefit becomes harm.
Normally, Feng Bingwen would never even glance at such a self-harming method; it was never on his list of options. However, he was now forced into a corner by this fifth tribulation lightning.
Or rather, his current method is the best solution. He only needs to endure a little bit of insignificant pain, and the benefits of the heavenly tribulation will be consumed, without damaging his foundation.
Moreover, his cultivation of immortality will advance considerably as a result, and even the immortal treasure that has always been in a damaged state will be nourished and replenished by his blood.
"Damn it!"
Experiencing firsthand the agony of being pierced by ten thousand swords, Feng Bingwen cursed aloud. He had never suffered such torment in his two lifetimes, yet now he was forced by heavenly lightning to mutilate himself.
If he doesn't harm himself, the massive amount of Jia-Yi wood energy will continue to accumulate in his body, eventually causing his Dao body to twist in an unknown direction, ultimately transforming into an indescribable, grotesque appearance that is difficult to look at.
Feng Bingwen didn't want to become too strange, so he had no choice but to mutilate himself with his sword. This could be considered a small test on his path to enlightenment.
Compared to those cultivators with mediocre talent, Feng Bingwen's path of cultivation and seeking the Dao has been quite smooth. The pain he is currently experiencing is merely pain.
Not only can it strengthen the body and temper the will, but it can also further improve cultivation. Such a good thing is enough to make those demonic cultivators ecstatic, as it is something they have been dreaming of.
"It's time to end this!"
However, Feng Bingwen only hoped that this kind of tribulation, which demonic cultivators would love to see, would end soon. He didn't want to suffer like this anymore. No one likes pain—except for perverts, and he wasn't a pervert.
Rumble—
As if in response to his thoughts, the azure lightning falling from above became even thicker. Feng Bingwen snorted and dared not utter another word. He knew that the will of Heaven was watching him.
This heavenly tribulation lasted for nearly two hours, and Feng Bingwen was forced to use the ancient sword tower to injure himself for nearly two hours. Feng Bingwen was certain that the blood on his body had been replaced at least three times, and not a single drop was the original.
Thanks to the tempering from the immortal artifact, Feng Bingwen's martial arts manual, "The Undying Body," has made great progress. Feng Bingwen estimates that he has reached the realm of being able to survive a thousand calamities and regenerate severed limbs.
The reason it's an estimate is that Feng Bingwen couldn't bring himself to cut off his own arms and legs to test whether his vitality was enough to allow him to regenerate limbs. He had already suffered enough from the pain of being slowly sliced to death by sword energy; there was really no need for such a test.
winter! winter!
The instant the fifth heavenly tribulation ended, Feng Bingwen stretched his body and stood up from the spot. His heartbeat, as loud as a war drum, resounded, and could be heard for miles around, even amidst the rumbling thunder in the sky.
Splash~
The sound of rushing streams washing over the riverbed seemed to rise, but when the many creatures that were secretly watching looked in the direction of the sound, they discovered that the sound was actually coming from the most eye-catching young man standing under the heavenly tribulation.
"Is the master a cultivator or a martial artist?"
Even though Feng Bingwen didn't have the surging blood energy of rising smoke, the various extraordinary phenomena revealed by his powerful physique couldn't be hidden.
"Isn't it obvious? Master is cultivating both immortality and martial arts!"
"It's obvious, but don't you think the master's martial arts training is a bit too easy?"
"really!"
Upon hearing this, even Sun Yuansheng, the most powerful psychic golden ape, nodded in agreement, not to mention the followers that Feng Bingwen brought back from the human border continent where war was most frequent.
Although they were all born into extraordinary circumstances and possessed noble bloodlines, enjoying unimaginable advantages in the path of cultivation, they still felt the difficulties on their journey to becoming stronger. But looking at Feng Bingwen, one can only lament the injustice of the world and feel deeply saddened.
Putting everything else aside, just look at that bolt of lightning just now. Something just doesn't seem right. I've never heard of a cultivator being able to replenish and recover through heavenly tribulation during a tribulation.
This is unheard of and what is supposed to be seen; it is simply challenging the common sense and understanding of the spiritual community.
Could their master be the illegitimate son of Heaven? How come he enjoys all the benefits, and even his tribulation is different from that of normal cultivators?
Regardless of what these guys were thinking, it didn't stop Feng Bingwen from facing the impending sixth heavenly tribulation.
In fact, if an ordinary cultivator could survive this tribulation, it would already be considered that they had quite good aptitude, and the tribulation should have ended by now. However, for a cultivator like Feng Bingwen, the tribulation was naturally beyond the norm.
The divine might that permeated the sea and sky grew increasingly heavy. The birds, beasts, fish, shrimp, turtles and tortoises living on the Zhanmeng Islands all trembled in fear, shrinking into their nests and dark corners, not daring to move or disobey in the slightest. However, Feng Bingwen, who was being targeted by the divine might, felt nothing at all and remained calm and composed.
Rumble—
The sixth heavenly tribulation finally descended. The moment this bolt of lightning was revealed from the tribulation clouds, Feng Bingwen's expression changed. His original form, which had been fixed in mid-air like a javelin without moving, instantly used the Five Elements Escape Technique to try to avoid the direct impact of this bolt of lightning.
Kacha!
However, the moment Feng Bingwen's divine sense caught the lightning, it had already struck him. One of the important reasons why lightning magic ranks first among spells is its speed. Few cultivators can react in time; they are hit the instant they see it.
"ah!"
Feng Bingwen let out a cry of pain in mid-air. He had just moved three zhang (approximately 10 meters) when he fell straight down from the sky and crashed onto a rock.
"Hiss~ My Ganli Niang!"
Feng Bingwen, who had no trace of being struck by lightning, lay on the broken rocks, looking up at the heavenly tribulation above his head. He could no longer hold back; the pain that penetrated his very soul caused his facial features to contort slightly and his body to twitch slightly.
This is a heavenly lightning strike aimed at the soul. Ordinary protective measures are of no use against this kind of heavenly lightning that directly hits the soul. Without special magical artifacts for defense, one can only rely on the strength of one's own soul to resist it.
Feng Bingwen's physique is now special, and his soul is naturally nourished in a way that is different from ordinary people. His foundation is far superior to that of other cultivators of the same level. Without any preparation, he was suddenly struck by the Soul-Splitting Lightning Punishment, but he only felt pain. His mind remained clear, which is enough to show that there was no major problem.
But just as Feng Bingwen finished cursing, another bolt of lightning, faintly translucent and seemingly invisible, fell from the sky. The immense power of the lightning made him change color abruptly. Even though he tried his best to dodge and weave, he still couldn't avoid it.
ah!
With another cry of pain, Feng Bingwen, who had just flown into the air, fell onto a sea reef with a look of utter despair. The suffering he had endured in this ordeal was far greater than any hardship he had ever experienced in his life before; it was simply outrageous.
"Soul Refining Tribulation? What's this kid's background? How could he have such good fortune?"
At the gate of the Supreme Dao, an old man who was weeding with a hoe raised his head and gazed into the distance. His eyes pierced through thousands of mountains and rivers and crossed thousands of miles of sea. Even the tribulation clouds filled with heavenly might could not obscure his vision.
However, what the old man saw was the young Taoist being chased by heavenly lightning, dodging and running wildly through the archipelago, occasionally letting out a scream. The emotions revealed in his eyes were incomprehensible to ordinary people.
"Oh, so it's the Heavenly Scroll. I knew it!"
The old man saw through the illusion and saw the truth. When he saw what was on Feng Bingwen, the surprise in his eyes dissipated and was replaced by understanding.
"In that case, it's not so strange."
"Bah, you're lying through your teeth. With just this little bit of Heavenly Scroll, this kid is lucky to have experienced this Soul Refining Tribulation. How do you explain the Azure Emperor Primordial Spirit Tribulation just now?"
A disdainful questioning voice rang out. An old man, like a country farmer, picked up a hoe, turned around abruptly, and looked at the old Taoist priest who walked out of the palace behind him. His white hair was tied up high, he was wearing a gray robe, and his appearance was withered, as if he were a corpse that had just crawled out of a coffin.
However, as soon as the old Taoist stepped out of the palace gate, his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, and with each breath, strange phenomena of the sun, moon, and stars appeared and disappeared above his head.
A massive amount of primordial energy from heaven and earth poured into his body, instantly turning his white hair black. His droopy face became plump and radiant, his complexion glowing and elastic. In a short time, he transformed from a frail old man into an energetic middle-aged Taoist.
"When did you get up, you old codger? Why didn't you stay lying down?"
The old earth immortal, carrying a hoe, looked up and down at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years and laughed and scolded him.
"Such a freak has infiltrated the sect. As the elder in charge of the Taiqing Hall, you not only failed to investigate his background, but you also turned a blind eye and made excuses for him when you saw inconsistencies. How can I sleep at night like this?"
The old Taoist walked to the old farmer's side. As Zhou Shenqing's energy circulated, he became one with the heaven and earth beneath his feet, ethereal and otherworldly. His figure was so faint that one could not even perceive the Taoist standing there unless one looked closely.
"You old codger, you've been asleep for hundreds of years and haven't cared about anything? You just woke up and you come here to scold me?"
“Every five Jiazi cycles, which is three hundred years, and it is your turn to be on duty now. Stop trying to play the victim. You have not fulfilled your responsibilities, so what if I question you?”
"What makes you think I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities?"
Even the old immortal was so angry he laughed.
"That kid has so many problems, why did you still let him enter the Supreme Jade Register?"
The newly revived immortal gazed into the distance. The tribulation clouds shrouding the Zhanmeng Islands seemed so unusual to him. This was hardly a divine punishment; it was clearly a gift from heaven, as if the heavens were chasing after him to feed him.
Throughout his hundreds of years of cultivation, this was the first time he had ever seen something so outrageous. Although the young man possessed the Heavenly Scroll, which could explain it, it was far too far-fetched. There were countless beings in the world who had been influenced by the Heavenly Scroll, and he had seen them before.
"The person that Zhao's son brought back has been personally inspected even by a Celestial Lord. How could I be so blind as to stop him?"
Reading at midnight
The old farmer hoeing weeds glanced at him and said irritably.
"So it has already been seen by the Immortal Lord, then there's nothing to worry about!"
The old Taoist priest's serious expression immediately relaxed, and he began to laugh and joke, looking rather frivolous.
"Pah, didn't you say there was something wrong with this kid? Go check him out, maybe even the Immortal Lord has misjudged him?"
"What kind of talk is this? How could a celestial lord misjudge someone?"
Suddenly, a beam of celestial light burst forth from not far away, and amidst the flying dragons and phoenixes, the figure of a Daoist lord with a jade face and a golden crown could be seen appearing and disappearing.
"Hmm? Another old friend has been woken up?"
"There's nothing we can do. Such a freak is extremely rare, even in our Taishangdao."
---Aside---
Day five of eating vegetarian, starting to adjust! t_t
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