This outcome was within Feng Bingwen's expectations. If the Heaven-Opening Axe were to be swung down and cleave the chaos, it would differentiate the pure and turbid energies, thereby evolving the world.
With his current level of cultivation, it's impossible for him to sustain himself until the world evolves from chaos. He'll likely only be able to take that step when he advances to become an Earth Immortal and create his own blessed land.
"It's about time to wrap this up!"
Feng Bingwen looked up at the Heavenly Tribulation. This test and punishment for cultivators had come to an end, even though he had once challenged the majesty of Heaven along the way.
After all, his identity is different from that of most cultivators. Although he was born as an acquired being, he inherited the legacy of two innate beings.
This tribulation caused him to lose the awe that cultivators have for tribulations, since this thing had never harmed him from beginning to end, but instead continuously nourished his essence, energy, and spirit.
Even with the heavenly tribulation roaring overhead, showing no signs of weakening, the moment the thought arose in Feng Bingwen's mind, he knew that the heavenly tribulation wouldn't last long before it dissipated.
"I have no idea how long I've been through this tribulation!"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself. Without any external reference or comparison, he had long since lost track of the passage of time. However, he didn't care about it. His master had just undergone a tribulation not long ago, and he had only lasted for seven days and seven nights.
Although his talent was initially inferior to his master's, he surpassed him after inheriting two major karmic events. However, even if he was stronger than his master, it probably wouldn't be too outrageous; it would only be a few days longer.
Not long after Feng Bingwen sensed something, billions of bolts of lightning fell from the sky at once, a sound that seemed to be about to destroy the world. Almost instantly, the noise subsided, turning from extreme noise to extreme silence, which made people feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.
The distant noises immediately converged into Feng Bingwen's sea of consciousness along with his expanded senses. He sensed the commotion outside the tribulation site he had chosen almost instantly.
This was an extremely special experience. In a daze, Feng Bingwen felt as if he had the illusion that he could control everything, and that nothing around him could escape his perception.
"Look! The tribulation clouds have dissipated! That Supreme Daoist has successfully transcended his tribulation!"
How long did this take from start to finish?
"If I remember correctly, ten full months is comparable to the ancient sages. I heard that the Supreme Daoist Master was the same back then."
"Does the contemporary Daoist have the qualities of a Daoist master?"
"Maybe, let's wait and see. If he survives, then we have something; if he turns to ashes, then all is lost!"
"I can feel that you're still alive!"
A gasp rang out, as if someone couldn't believe it.
"How is that possible?"
"Absolutely amazing!"
"Is this really someone undergoing tribulation?"
When Feng Bingwen's figure appeared in the eyes of the many onlookers, many knowledgeable cultivators gasped in astonishment, or stared in disbelief, and were momentarily unable to maintain their composure.
Because the young Taoist priest, who appeared completely unharmed and whose aura was perfectly smooth and flawless, subtly exerted a sense of pressure on them, challenged their deeply ingrained common sense about cultivation.
Heavenly tribulations are a test for cultivators, as well as a punishment. A cultivator who can attract a heavenly tribulation has already surpassed 99% of the cultivators in the world, and a cultivator who can survive a heavenly tribulation is the best among them.
But regardless of how one survives the tribulation—whether by relying on supernatural powers or by taking shortcuts—a cultivator who survives the tribulation, no matter how special they are, is considered successful if they can hold on until the tribulation dissipates and have a breath left.
The vast majority of those undergoing tribulation are like this. Some martial arts practitioners are even reduced to only a few drops of essence blood. Without external replenishment, even if they survive, they might still die.
Of course, all of this is nonsense, common sense. But at this moment, the young Taoist standing in the air, with faint immortal light emanating from his body, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet as he walked, and spiritual energy surging around him forming the shape of a dragon and a tiger, shattered all of this.
Among the surrounding cultivators, most of them came from major clans and sects, and none of them were shallow in their backgrounds. They were all knowledgeable cultivators, but no matter how they looked at him, they could not see any sign of weakness in Feng Bingwen at this moment.
This goes against common sense, because the intensity of the heavenly tribulation is adjusted according to the cultivator undergoing the tribulation. The more talented the cultivator, the more severely they are struck by lightning. There are quite a few geniuses who have been killed by the heavenly tribulation.
Even the former Daoist disciple of the Supreme Dao, who possessed the pulse of an immortal, was struck by heavenly lightning and left half of his body paralyzed. It took him a while to recover after the heavenly tribulation dissipated.
"I am Feng Bingwen of the Supreme Dao. I have met you all. Not long ago, when I was traveling in Beicangzhou, I suddenly had a premonition that I was about to break through to a higher realm. I had no choice but to choose this secluded place to undergo my tribulation. I did not expect that I would still disturb you all and disrupt the peace of this place. I am truly ashamed!"
Accompanied by numerous unusual phenomena, the young Taoist, though with a youthful face, was not to be underestimated. He was polite and bowed to the cultivators who were rapidly approaching him from the outside.
He glanced around at the swamp that was originally filled with poisonous miasma. Because of him, the area had been affected by the lightning, and the terrain was now completely different. It was no longer a swamp. There were lightning craters everywhere, and glass-like crystals were scattered all over the place.
"It really is Feng Daozi!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen personally acknowledge his identity, an elder of a powerful clan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He looked at Feng Bingwen as if he were gazing upon an ancient god or demon that had not yet grown up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Some things cannot be faked, such as the residual Daoist aura of the Heavenly Tribulation on the body of a cultivator who has just survived the Heavenly Tribulation, and the aura that cannot be perfectly concealed due to the rapid increase in magical power after breaking through the realm.
"Genuine, guaranteed!"
When he heard someone question his identity, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. He had always been quite flamboyant and rarely concealed his identity unless he had something special to do, such as mentoring apprentices.
"I knew it! Only Feng Daozi of the Supreme Dao could have attracted such a Heavenly Tribulation for a Human Immortal!"
Another elder from a major sect openly flattered Feng Bingwen, but no one paid him any attention; many people looked at Feng Bingwen with great enthusiasm.
Heavenly tribulations can be seen as a way to assess talent. The scale of the tribulation, the intensity of the lightning, and the duration are all closely related to a cultivator's talent, combat strength, and potential. In short, the stronger the better.
Feng Bingwen's recent tribulation between human and immortal has already proven to the onlookers just how terrifying his talent is.
Even though he already had a powerful lineage behind him, the major clans and sects that were watching him still wanted to win him over. Even if they couldn't, they still wanted to befriend him and get to know him. It was a sure-fire way to make money.
"Indeed. I had some unrealistic expectations before, wondering if it was my family's offspring who brought down this calamity. Now that I have met the real person, it is not an unexpected event."
Another elder from a prominent family offered his flattery and simultaneously extended an invitation to Feng Bingwen.
"Seeing Daozi in such a radiant state, and thinking of those good-for-nothing brats in my family, I can't help but want to beat my chest and stamp my feet in frustration. I wonder if I could have the honor of inviting Daozi to visit my Zhang family? So that my unfilial disciples can witness the demeanor of the number one genius of the human race!"
"Give me a break. Your Zhang family is a million miles away from here. You sent the Supreme Daoist Master all that way just to discipline your grandson? There's no need for that. If the Daoist Master wants to rest, he can come and sit in my Wang family's territory!"
"Our Beast King Palace welcomes you with open arms..."
As soon as one person spoke, other powerful and influential forces across this continent also extended invitations. Their enthusiasm was so great that Feng Bingwen felt overwhelmed and unable to cope.
Each realm is a different world. Although his identity has not changed, the attitude of the people around him is completely different from before. If he had been at the Yuan Dan cultivation level before, he probably would not have received such treatment.
"I need to find a suitable excuse to get out!"
Although he was instantly sought after and treated as an honored guest by many powerful forces, Feng Bingwen had no intention of complying with their wishes and wanted to go and see for himself.
If he agreed to their request and went with them, he would inevitably get something, but Feng Bingwen, who understood cause and effect, had long known that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if there were, it would be a poisoned dumping ground. If you take an extra benefit, you'll have to bear the consequences, and you'll have to pay for it later.
"So you're Feng Bingwen from the Supreme Dao? Judging by your appearance, you don't seem like much!"
A melodious voice, like the cry of a phoenix, rang out, instantly silencing the noise around Feng Bingwen and attracting his attention. He looked up and saw a girl in a light green dress staring at him with bright, dark almond-shaped eyes, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"Who are you? How dare you spout such nonsense here!"
Before Feng Bingwen could speak, an elder from a prominent family frowned and reprimanded him sharply, no longer displaying the gentle, even somewhat obsequious, demeanor he usually showed in front of Feng Bingwen.
"presumptuous!"
"Arrogant!"
"Where did this unreasonable person come from? Confess your crime at once!"
One person initiates the group, and the others quickly follow suit, clearly showing that they are not at a disadvantage.
Although these old guys, who were all shrewd enough to be considered experts, could see that this girl was no ordinary person, their strength was still somewhat unfathomable.
However, given Feng Bingwen's performance just now, no matter how extraordinary the person in front of them is, it is meaningless to compare them. They know in their hearts which side to curry favor with and befriend.
"So noisy!"
Hearing these reprimanding voices, the girl in the green dress frowned slightly, sniffed, and seemed a little unhappy. She raised her small hand and waved it lightly.
As the phoenix sang, the elders of several powerful families and sects who had just been standing beside Feng Bingwen, who had spoken rudely, vanished in an instant, their whereabouts unknown.
"Alright, now that everyone's out of the way, can you answer my question?"
With a wave of her hand, the girl saw off nearly ten cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm, smiling broadly, seemingly unconcerned about how many people she had frightened with her casual gesture.
“I, Feng Bingwen, should be the only one in the Supreme Dao. If you are looking for me, then you are right. However, after searching my memories, I seem to have never met you before. May I ask what business you have with me?”
Even though the girl in front of him displayed remarkable supernatural abilities and even intimidated those around him, Feng Bingwen remained calm and showed no signs of panic.
"You are Feng Bingwen, which means I haven't come to the wrong place. I didn't know you before, and we didn't have any interaction. But you little brat, you spoke recklessly in front of the Demon Emperor and tarnished my sister's reputation. I came here specifically to teach you a lesson and show you what's what!"
The girl in the green dress was also a straightforward person. She didn't mince words about her purpose for being there. As soon as she said this, the cultivators who had been gathered around Feng Bingwen looked at him with a strange expression.
The exchange between the Dao Lord and the Demon Emperor was naturally a secret, and not everyone was qualified to know about it, let alone the excuse that one of the junior cultivators casually used to fob off the Demon Emperor.
"this……"
Upon hearing the girl's background and reason, Feng Bingwen was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and, roughly understanding what was going on, hurriedly said...
"There's a reason for this, I can explain!"
"Okay, I'll listen to your explanation, but only after I've finished disciplining you!"
The girl in the green dress nodded, and then, without giving Feng Bingwen a chance to speak, she moved lightly with her lotus-like steps, instantly bridging the distance between Feng Bingwen and her. Her slender and graceful figure appeared in front of Feng Bingwen, and with her seemingly small hand, she slapped Feng Bingwen's chest.
My Healing Game
Seeing the light palm about to land on his chest, a strange light flashed in Feng Bingwen's eyes. He flipped his hand and met the attack.
boom--
It was as if a million bolts of lightning had exploded at once. The shockwaves, powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth and sweep across the mountains, caused many cultivators who had been surrounding Feng Bingwen to be thrown back into the air before they could even react.
Some cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation levels were coughing up blood in mid-air before they even landed, and were severely injured. However, this was just the aftershock of the battle between the two.
Where is Princess Yingli?
Feng Bingwen grabbed the slender hand that seemed soft and boneless, yet could easily shatter mountains and evaporate rivers. Despite his strike, the hand remained unscathed.
"Let go of me, you lecherous scoundrel!"
The girl in the light green dress saw her hand being grasped. She tried to pull away, but was unable to break free. She glared at Feng Bingwen with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. The physique of the number one genius of the human race was somewhat beyond her expectations and seemed even more terrifying than the rumors suggested.
"Please answer my question!"
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