Chapter 851 The Three Tribulations of Mahayana…
Yes, things have indeed changed.
Chen Huai'an, holding a rusty axe, stood proudly atop Fufeng Peak.
He only waved it lightly.
They heard neither the deafening crash of the earth nor saw the flash of swords.
It made only a soft sound, like an eggshell breaking.
Click.
The black lightning chains that connected the coffin to the sky, which greedily sucked spiritual energy like bloodsucking leeches, snapped all at this moment!
Having lost its core guiding force, the [Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array], which had been operating for countless millennia and shrouded the floating peak, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
The void trembled, and the array patterns collapsed.
The dome, shrouded in dark clouds year-round, looked like a curtain that had been forcibly torn apart, slowly opening a huge gash.
There, the entire planet Earth was originally shrouded in a deathly haze, where everything withered, all living beings were in a daze, and trapped in the cycle of cause and effect.
But at this moment.
Boom! The coffin shook.
That accumulated "turbid energy," regarded by the immortals as a raging flood and beast, had been stored up for tens of thousands of years.
Like a giant dragon imprisoned for countless years, it roared as it burst out of the underground palace and soared into the sky!
That mighty, clear stream brimming with vitality!
The wind rises, the clouds surge.
That clear stream swept through like a whirlwind, relentlessly washing away the stale, gloomy "haze" from the land.
Wherever it passed, the haze dissipated, and the world became bright and clear.
Withered trees come back to life in spring, and all things revive.
The "turbid air" that once terrified the high and mighty immortals fell to earth and became the sweet rain that nourishes all living beings.
As Chen Huai'an watched the gray haze dissipate, and the sky cleared to his eyes, he saw the long-awaited sunlight piercing through the clouds and shining on the ravaged land. He took a deep breath of the "turbid" air and felt refreshed.
…
The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed.
At the summit of the floating peak, there was a deathly silence.
Bi Yuewu's body, though cut in two, still retained warmth.
Not far away, in a pile of rubble, the shattered body of the Earth Star was emitting its last faint glow.
Chen Huai'an sat cross-legged.
At this point, it's best to leave as soon as possible. After all, those immortals and gods on the platform have definitely noticed that their pots have been smashed and are bound to be furious.
But Chen Huai'an didn't leave; he wasn't in a hurry, nor was he afraid.
He's gone, who will carry the torch? Will Baji take over?
Perhaps he has this kind of mission, but he, Chen, does not do it that way.
He has his own business to deal with, why does his pet need to cover it up for him?
The place was completely quiet.
Chen Huai'an simply breathed quietly.
With each breath.
The nascent, terrifying "turbid air" around him, which had just been revived, rushed into his body through his pores with great joy.
at the same time.
The true spirit of the Earth Star, which was about to dissipate, along with the pool of golden immortal blood on the ground that had not yet dried, seemed to be drawn by some kind of force.
They no longer flow downwards.
Meanwhile, wisps of pure golden mist rose into the air, like rivers flowing into the sea, and all disappeared into Chen Huai'an's brow.
—The Great Vehicle Devouring Immortals.
Unprecedented and unparalleled.
Those who cultivate immortality must seize the creation of the earth.
Chen Huai'an cultivates swordsmanship, seizing the fate of immortals and gods.
The golden mist entered his body, instantly forming a surging torrent that washed over his meridians, which were already as tough as divine iron.
There is no pain, only the smooth flow of water into a channel.
A very faint, crisp sound came from deep within my body.
Click.
It was as if an invisible shackle had been quietly broken.
The barrier of the Mahayana eon realm shattered like paper at this moment.
The Third Tribulation Realm.
Peak of the Third Tribulation Realm.
Perfect.
Chen Huai'an slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were devoid of light, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
He looked up at the sky.
There, the sky, which had become clear and bright after the great formation was broken, began to accumulate heavy, leaden clouds again.
The clouds were extremely thick and hung very low, with faint purplish-red lightning flashing within them, exuding a tyrannical aura that seemed intent on destroying everything.
꽭道感感.
Those who achieve immortality will inevitably be envied by others.
"They came really fast."
"Leaving aside whether the Earth Star Dao is controlled by those traitors, its efficiency is by no means a fraction faster than the golden eyeball of the Azure Cloud Realm."
The golden eyeball in the Cangyun Realm, which was dozing off, suddenly shuddered.
He then glanced at Lingxu Old Ghost and Xiao Old Demon, who were working in the mine, before looking away.
In this vast Cangyun Realm, only these two oxen and horses might curse behind our backs. Since that's the case—double the workload!
…
The calamity is imminent.
The rules of the land, the blockade, and the suppression have already arrived.
Chen Huai'an pressed the hilt of the sword on his lap, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Before the tribulation..."
He turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the vast void, looking towards the unreachable gate.
"We still need to clean up some trash first."
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