King of Assassins-Chapter 974 - 671: Countermeasures (2)

Spirit Immortals encounter Thunder Tribulation every five hundred years. If they endure through the Nine-Tiered Thunder Tribulation, their Divine Soul is tempered, giving them a chance to advance to become Human Immortals.

Human Immortals undergo the same, facing Thunder Tribulation every five hundred years. Successfully passing through the Nine-Tiered Thunder Tribulation offers a chance to advance to Earth Immortal.

And so on, until the Celestial Immortal crosses the Nine-Tiered Thunder Tribulation, they have the opportunity to condense the Primordial Dao Fruit, becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal, sharing the longevity with the heavens and brilliance with the sun.

"Crossing a single tier of Thunder Tribulation can temper the Divine Soul and greatly enhance mana…"

Wu Liu rambled on at length, although he was not familiar with the cultivation associated with crossing tribulations; what he knew was also hearsay.

"Once every five hundred years, there's a Thunder Tribulation?"

Gao Xuan was somewhat curious; is the Thunder Tribulation so punctual? Who is managing the Thunder Tribulation, or is it an external manifestation of the Origin Law of the Immortal Realm?

"Five hundred years is merely a generalization; sometimes it arrives early, other times it is delayed. Furthermore, when a cultivator or demon commits excessive misdeeds, it can easily trigger early Thunder Tribulation."

Wu Liu said, "We have the Celestial Court's Golden Seal, sufficient to obscure our presence, avoiding the suffering of the Thunder Tribulation."

Wu Liu chose to be a modest Earth God because of the Celestial Court's Golden Seal, which allowed him to escape the Thunder Tribulation.

Gao Xuan glanced at Wu Liu's wrinkled face but said nothing.

This Earth God's Divine Soul was already very aged, resulting in the physical manifestation becoming so frail.

Though the Thunder Tribulation posed the risk of total obliteration, the Pure Yang Thunder Tribulation could also invigorate the Divine Soul, bestowing Pure Yang Power upon it.

The Thunder Tribulation every five hundred years is indeed a precious opportunity for cultivators to ascend in life levels.

For this reason, Celestial Immortals can endure eternally, unafraid of the honing of the years.

Wu Liu, unknowing of the grand path, regarded Thunder Tribulation as an ordeal. Of course, to such low-tier cultivators as themselves, Thunder Tribulation is indeed a catastrophic disaster.

Seeing Wu Liu repeatedly speak in circles, Gao Xuan realized he knew very little and that any further questioning would be futile.

Gao Xuan instructed, "Take away this corpse, find an appropriate place for proper burial, let her body return to the earth and her soul to the Netherworld."

"Yes, Celestial Master."

For the Earth God, this task was trivial. After respectfully saluting Gao Xuan, he vanished into a puff of white smoke.

The corpse in the center of the great hall also disappeared without a trace.

Only the mottled blood stains left by the corpse sullied the blue brick floor.

Gao Xuan called over Qingfeng Mingyue, two nimble children, to carry several buckets of clear water for cleaning.

Opening all the doors and windows of the great hall, Qingfeng swept through, carrying away the stench and accumulated decay.

Gao Xuan walked out of the hall and finally saw that outside was a central courtyard, paved with blue bricks, facing the door of the main hall, with a large iron incense burner placed in front.

On either side, there were several chambers, seemingly still intact.

Stepping out of the courtyard gate, one could see the plaque above the gate inscribed with three words: Celestial Master Temple.

A pair of gates weathered by wind and rain, the vermilion varnish long faded, revealing the original wooden texture.

Some grass even grew on the steps at the entrance. Especially the path leading down the mountain was overgrown with mugwort, almost covering what was once a broad mountain path.

Looking out, one could see a gigantic city below the mountain.

According to Wu Liu's introduction, this city is the Wuyuan Capital City, the most prosperous place in Wuyuan Country.

The fact that the Celestial Master Temple was not built within the capital city and was constructed so meagerly, and that it had suffered neglect for countless years, shows Wuyuan Country's disregard for the Celestial Master Temple.

From the mountaintop, looking downward, the capital city beneath it sent forth golden energies soaring skyward.

That is the so-called energy of the Son of Heaven, also known as the power of humanity.

Though he governed over a billion people within the Alliance, he still hadn't gathered humane power and had to rely on tools like the Divine Emperor Statue to transform the populace's spiritual power.

Thus, it is clear that this difference is due to the laws of two realms.

There were also several strong cultivator auras within the capital city. These auras were pure and not the scent of demons or ghosts.

Wuyuan Country has its own cultivator sects, thus they do not care much about the Celestial Master.

Earth God Wu Liu did not mention it, but he implied that the entire Cyan Celestial Realm did not have much reverence for the Celestial Court, and the Celestial Court's power was insufficient here.

Be it humanity or demons, they fear might rather than virtue. Besides, the Celestial Court does not hold any virtue either.

Having no influence, even if the Celestial Court is strong, it holds little significance to the Cyan Celestial Realm.

As for figures like the Iron Horn King, they were too distant for Gao Xuan to observe any changes in their aura.

Gao Xuan contemplated whether to visit the capital city, given it was his first time here, to witness the local customs of Wuyuan Country.

But as soon as this thought emerged, he saw a beam of golden light rising from the distant capital city, heading directly towards the Celestial Master Temple.

The golden light swiftly traversed the sky, moving quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light had descended from the heavens right in front of Gao Xuan.

The golden light dissipated, revealing two people.

Leading the way was an old Daoist, face round like the full moon, dressed in black and white Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe, holding a duster, with an ancient sword at his waist. He bore the semblance of a celestial and sagely character.

Beside the old Daoist was a junior Daoist, eyebrows like verdant green, eyes like spring water. Her features were exquisite and fair, evidently a beautiful maiden aged around sixteen or seventeen.

The old Daoist and young girl also noticed Gao Xuan; they both were momentarily taken aback. Gao Xuan's elegance and demeanor, amid this murky world, were as dazzling as a gem among sands.

Having witnessed the sands so often, suddenly seeing Gao Xuan as such a gem, one was naturally captivated.

The old Daoist, being a Four Tribulation Spirit Immortal, having lived for over two thousand years, was the respectable National Preceptor, thus composed himself quickly.