The third disaster, the disaster of fate.

It is the most terrifying disaster among body, soul, and fate.

The fate of man is elusive and illusory, even intertwined with the mysterious causality. To survive this disaster of destiny is extremely perilous.

Especially for those who owe debts or are pursued by creditors, entangled in causality, if they do not clear these debts in advance and attempt to kill to dispel the disaster, it is simply a death sentence.

The key to the disaster of fate is to remain free from causality, to be solitary, to overcome it.

The Night Emperor and others next door, in order to overcome this third disaster of fate, had previously conducted a massive clearance, cleaning the world once over and preparing for a long time before successfully breaking through.

Ning Zheng’s preparation time?

Merely a dozen days.

Hoo!

In the next second, he forcibly broke through the third disaster.

Ning Zheng’s fortune withered, destiny reset to zero, the third bar of destiny in the void rapidly contracted, and he was shockingly alive...

"No effect whatsoever?"

Ning Zheng opened his eyes, revealing a strange expression, sensing the changes in his body, with a hint of understanding: "That’s right, my own destiny was originally zero, what does returning to zero have to do with me?"

A moment later.

The disaster of fate had passed, without any feeling at all.

It even felt so good that he thought he could break through another realm for fun.

And so he did.

The three disasters had passed, the first of the seven tribulations, the tribulation of Primordial Yang.

Every person’s body contains yang attribute Qi, and cultivating yang attribute divine techniques involves transforming and evolving this power, also extremely difficult to overcome.

After all, the further you go through the three disasters and seven tribulations, the harder it gets.

His whole body’s Yang Qi was exhausted, withered, and in an instant, his appearance turned delicate, the Primordial Yang receded, the Adam’s apple disappeared, muscles lost definition.

With Yin prevailing and Yang declining, his chest astonishingly swelled, long hair draped on shoulders, transforming into a beauty.

This tribulation is so terrifying and bizarre, it is the conceptual loss of Primordial Yang.

If he couldn’t overcome it, losing the Primordial Yang and unable to regenerate, his body saturated with Yin Qi, he would likely completely turn into a woman.

Three days later, Ning Zheng finally opened his eyes: Done!

Three disasters and one tribulation.

He had already passed four of the top ten horrors.

Thus, Ning Zheng had returned to a normal developmental level, breaking through a realm about every ten days. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He sensed his body and looked at his current Qi Fortune Value after more than a month.

[Current total Qi Fortune Value: 7896 billion]

Each day earning an average of 120~130 billion, consuming 101 billion daily, now after more than a month.

He also earned over 800 billion.

In theory, as long as he had 8000 billion, Ning Zheng could expand the server, extending it to the nearby Celestial Destiny World.

No longer fearing that the signal of the Sword Casting Manor server would be insufficient.

Even this extension might reach not only the nearby Celestial Destiny World but potentially further into the Immortal Realm!

"Indeed, originally an ordinary technological world server, after repeatedly forging various magical treasures and transforming... it has completely lost its original appearance."

"The destiny gambling table is too powerful, as long as the destiny value is sufficient, it can turn a roadside stone into a fearsome divine artifact."

"But certainly, one cannot rush to add points and evolve the server."

Ning Zheng pondered: "Feels like having a trillion, before using the 800 billion is sufficient insurance."

He thought for a moment, then stood up to walk around, preparing to take a stroll in the manor, not long after he had taken a few steps, he saw the sky rumbling.

The sky suddenly split open.

A mighty and powerful existence descended from the sky, an awe-inspiring aura, as if some unprecedentedly supreme great life had descended.

Like a timid rabbit encountering a fierce tiger in the forest, like a higher species on the biological chain crushing an ant nest in the Nine-State.

"Hahaha, I, the Night Emperor, have finally returned!"

The entire Nine-State world was instantly thrown into turmoil.

This aura was something never before seen in the Self-Transformation Realm, could it be a... Immortal?

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...

With a clatter.

"Who is it, who!!?"

In the East Sea valley, within the Chronicles of Time, a figure shot up to the sky, with a second Night Emperor suddenly floating in midair.

The two Night Emperors looked at each other from a distance, both revealing a bewildered expression.

The fake Night Emperor looked bewildered, confused in his heart: "Who imitated me so perfectly?"

The real Night Emperor looked dumbfounded: "How is there another me in the Nine-State, those damn blacksmiths writing letters every day, are so lacking in virtue, intentionally hiding the matters of Nine-State from me."

He thought several times and understood that this was the artist playing dirty and even secretly drawing him.

And the various major forces were also bewildered, secretly watching, the scene became incredibly awkward, frozen, becoming a large identification site.

"How come there are two?"

"Is this fake Night Emperor the Embers left after death and crossing over?"

While everyone was confused.

The immensely swollen Night Emperor, however, let out a wild laugh, his laughter echoing throughout the entire Nine-State world: "Good! Good! You, an artist, hidden in the shadows, today, I will expose your true self!"

"To tell the world of your evil deeds!"

The Night Emperor was truly headstrong, coming straight to lay all cards on the table.

After all.

You daringly cuckolded me.

If I released Ye Tian’ai, wouldn’t it become a farce of two men fighting over a wife?

Let the blacksmiths in the shadow mock?

Those iron smiths and that painter, both with malicious intent, want to play the trick of the real and fake Sun Wukong to amuse themselves with me.

Night Mad Cultivator did not release his wife, Ye Tian’ai, and directly called out to duel with that painter. How could a mere mortal stand a chance?

He could only paint a version of himself during his mortal period, but now I’ve become an immortal. How can he, a mere mortal, draw a celestial being?

"What kind of imposter are you?" the fake Night Emperor was about to speak.

"Get lost!"

The Night Emperor raised his hand, and a terrifying wave of energy exploded, knocking the other self away as he sneered:

"You’re just an imposter, your realm is not as high as mine, and I know all your moves. How could you be my match?"

A fierce wind surged as the Night Emperor stepped into the East Sea, entering the fake Chronicles of Time, creating chaos in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He kept striking, turning the Chronicles of Time upside down.

"How daring!" The next moment, the Ancient Bronze Emperor also took action, joining forces with the nearby Night Emperor, switching between clones to battle this Outer Heaven Immortal.

The fake Night Emperor’s eyes rolled; adept at scheming, he couldn’t help but shout, "People of the Nine-State, do not just watch. This Outer Heaven Immortal is attacking our world. If I fall, do you think you’ll fare well?"

The voice echoed throughout the Nine-State.

The Ghost King Race, represented by calamity-bringing, and even the Divine Beast Leaders of the Four Seas, all had drastic changes in expression.

"It’s truly an immortal, what can be done?"

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...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire East Sea trembled.

Terrifying aftershocks rose throughout the fake Chronicles of Time.

The sky of the East Sea world seemed to turn dark.

"Kill!!"

At this moment, Night Mad Cultivator was as mighty as a prison, with oppressive pressure that made hearts tremble with fear.

This was an immortal not suppressed by the world. Fighting in his home, he could unleash 100% of his power.

The Night Emperor in the neighboring Celestial Destiny World, submissive, bullied by Emperor Zangwu and others, betrayed by his subjects.

Essentially, he was suppressed in a foreign land, with his combat power less than 30%, unable to use traditional forces like Dharma Aspect and Soul Power, absorbed by the Metal Tomb.

Otherwise, with his Yin and Yang Immortal Spirit Root’s energy level, why would he fear a bunch of Celestial Spirit Root fellows?

But coming back here, he was like a fish in water.

Even the otherworldly immortals who had secretly traveled here in history and were attacked were far from comparable to the current Night Emperor.

At this moment, the Night Emperor’s combat power could be said to be the strongest immortal encountered in the history of the Nine-State.

"Kill!"

With the angry roar of a Night Emperor who had been cuckolded: "Come out!! How dare you create another me!!"

Thud!

The fake Night Emperor flew away.

The Ancient Bronze Emperor was also no match for this immortal.

The next moment, the entire Chronicles of Time suddenly exploded, releasing countless tombs, with ancient hero emperors stepping out one by one.

They had expressionless faces, gloomy gazes, slowly looking at the sky.

In the Bone Demon Royal City.

"Are those the hero emperors of history?"

"Did all the ancient great emperors step out?"

"All the history accumulated over millions of years, gathered here today!"

"The final cycle of history has arrived, the cataclysmic reincarnation of the Sacrificial Era is here, but why so soon?"

Faced with such terrifying change, no one was prepared.

The towering emperors standing in the sky, like the heavy mountains of history, weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts as the scroll of human civilization history—the Chronicles of Time—unfolded.

"Are we facing all our past glories and fighting against them?"

"No, it is that immortal who is fighting against them!"

Suddenly no one spoke again, the whole Bone Demon Royal City fell into silence.

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...

Xirong Academy.

In the sky above the great plaza floated a gigantic Eye of Identification, this huge semi-transparent eyeball clearly reflecting the terrifying scene of the East Sea.

"Is that history?"

"Why are all the ancient imperial mausoleums from the Chronicles of Time released?"

"Is that a Human God, how is it possible!? How can a Human God still be in a tomb?"

"Wait, that’s the thirty-seven Masked Emperors?"

"That’s the Mother of Non-Life and the Emperors of Longevity through the ages, are those babies? Ruling in their era?"

...

The real Human God has already been killed, but this is a replica version from the [Chronicles of Time].

Whether it’s the Mother of Non-Life or other historical figures, they’re all still here, retaining their replicas.

This is a complete Chronicles of Time.

Even following closely, a facially expressionless Xin Xichen stepped out of the Chronicles of Time, alongside Emperor Jiushui, looking distantly at the celestial being in the sky.

"How is it possible!?"

This scene directly caused the entire world to explode.

Countless people, with bewildered expressions, held their breath, quietly observing this terrifying final battle, all the mythological heroes from history.