Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 562 - 359 Golden Core Sacrificial Banner
Chapter 562 -359 Golden Core Sacrificial Banner
Boom, boom!
Dark clouds covered the sky, with millions of thunder snakes slithering through the clouds, flashing brightly as chains of lightning stretched hundreds of miles across the firmament.
Crack!
In an instant, a pale blue thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket descended from the heavens and crashed into the temple, emitting a tremendous roar. novelbuddy.cσ๓
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, completely unprotected, bathing in the thunder, with countless flashes of electric light dancing and flickering on his body, quickly turning his skin black and charred.
However, his heart was as calm as still water, and he sat as unyielding as a boulder, unmoved as the tribulation thunder ravaged his body.
After a single bolt of tribulation thunder had dissipated, Zhao Sheng’s burnt and blackened skin rapidly healed, the charred flesh peeling away to reveal the tender, fair skin beneath.
In the blink of an eye, another pale blue thunderbolt, as thick as a water bucket, suddenly fell down, striking the top of Zhao Sheng’s head once again.
Sizzle!
Countless electrical arcs danced ceaselessly on his body, spreading to the nearby ground. The square glowed with star-like radiance, light rolling over like tidal waves, instantly sweeping away the residual electric light.
Zhao Sheng’s limbs and the hundred bones throughout his body, his Spiritual Power flowed endlessly, like the vast Yangtze river, surging turbulently, while inside his Dantian, the red Spiritual Power was swiftly transformed into white True Yuan under the refining of the Thunder Light.
Crack, crack!
As the power of the second tribulation thunder dispersed, countless fine fissures cracked open on Zhao Sheng’s charred face before flaking off, leaving behind small, dry, hard pieces of dead skin.
By now, his robe had been burnt to ashes by the thunder, his entire body covered in char, but visibly regenerating at a rapid pace.
“Hmm, this Golden Core Thunder Tribulation isn’t quite powerful enough! Seems like the Ghost King Soul Core is having a big effect. The Heavenly Dao is clearly showing mercy. Alas!” Zhao Sheng thought to himself, feeling a tinge of surprise while he bathed in the baptism of the tribulation thunder.
While he found the power of the tribulation thunder too weak, Ye Tianyun was anxiously fretting.
Thirty miles away, Ye Tianyun watched the distant Five Passes Temple with a tense expression from atop a mountain. Standing by his side were seven individuals clad in Five Passes Robes, evidently the major temple sacrifices of the Five Passes Divine Sect.
Seeing the Tribulation Clouds growing more formidable, and each successive thunderbolt larger than the last, a lean middle-aged man quietly approached Ye Tianyun, leaning in to ask in a low voice, “Lord Ye, in your opinion, will the Elder successfully cross the tribulation?”
“Shut up, get out, the Elder will definitely succeed!”
Ye Tianyun’s gaze turned sharp as he loudly rebuked the other, clearly aware of what petty schemes his underlings harbored.
“Yes, yes, I’m leaving at once,” said the lean middle-aged man, looking embarrassed and crestfallen as he retreated.
After cursing, Ye Tianyun turned his head back to look at the Five Passes Temple, thirty miles away, a trace of unusual color flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Boom, boom!
On the temple square, countless flashes of electric light burst forth in all directions, with numerous thunder snakes as thick as a child’s arm ceaselessly moving across Zhao Sheng’s body and spreading to the surroundings, forming a lake of electric light and thunder snakes intertwining and crisscrossing.
Thunder Light pierced Zhao Sheng’s body inside and out, bursting with a dazzling white brilliance that made his internal organs vaguely visible.
At this moment, each of his organs was enveloped in a Red, White, Azure, Black, and Yellow Five-Colored Divine Light. The Five Passes God manifested, joining their host in withstanding the baptism of the tribulation thunder.
After enduring round after round of tribulation thunder forging, the “Ghost Gods” within the five organs slowly diminished in yin energy, while gradually gaining indescribable traces of yang energy.
Compared to the Golden Core Thunder Tribulations of past lives, this life’s tribulation was like child’s play, both in scale and difficulty, falling far short of the previous ones.
As a result, the elaborately prepared Tribulation Crossing Array that Zhao Sheng had readied was ultimately unnecessary.
He crossed the tribulation easily with nothing but his abnormal level of recovery power and the Innate Divine Skill of the Five Passes God.
After nine waves of tribulation thunder passed, the oppressive Tribulation Clouds in the sky cleared in an instant, the sky returning to clarity, cloudless and sunny, with sunshine pouring down on the world once again.
In the center of the square, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, his True Yuan pulsating and continuously spreading out rings of faint white Divine Light. His immense Divine Sense covered several hundred feet around him, with threads of Divine Light flickering in and out of existence in the air.
At this moment, his skin was as pale and soft as a baby’s, muscles defined sharply as if carved from marble, his whole body appearing impeccably perfect.
Within the depths of his Dantian, his Golden Core glowed like the sun, cradled by an eighteen-petaled giant Red Lotus floating in the void, radiating dazzling brilliance.
The Red Lotus hovered above a lake of True Yuan, ceaselessly drawing out Golden Core True Essence, thereby continuously refining impurities within the True Yuan.
Suddenly, five streams of Divine Light burst forth from Zhao Sheng’s chest and abdomen, scattering like lightning before falling into their respective temples.
Just at that moment, Zhao Sheng opened his eyes, his gaze filled with Divine Light as he abruptly looked towards the southwest. There, a cluster of dark clouds sped towards him.
In an instant, the dark cloud arrived above Zhao Sheng’s head and halted abruptly.
Clap, clap!
A burst of applause suddenly emanated from the dark cloud, followed by two figures breaking through the clouds and plummeting downward.
Zhao Sheng’s expression turned frosty as he watched the two land not far across from him.
The newcomers were a young and old pair.
The elder, gaunt as dried-up wood, wore a long green robe that was utterly ostentatious. His hair, beard, and even his face were covered with green hairs which wriggled slightly as if they were some kind of live fungus.
Upon seeing the elder’s face, Zhao Sheng’s mind stirred, and with it, a name surfaced.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this green-haired elder should be the infamously odious Green-headed Weng from Diancang Province. Although the man had condensed his inner core through external force, he was exceptionally difficult to handle due to his unique Cultivation Technique.
Zhao Sheng’s gaze swept over Green-headed Weng before settling on the other individual, his eyes narrowing instantly.
Standing next to Green-headed Weng was a dashing young master clad in a red robe. He was slender, with a pair of charming peach-blossom eyes, a figure that swayed seductively, and an air of androgynous allure.
