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The word "surprise" was almost written on everyone's face, including the formidable Gu and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Logically, no cultivator could survive in the Dust Realm for over eighty thousand years. Once that limit was surpassed, they would face the Heavenly Tribulation, punishing those who were ignorant of the heavenly laws. Yet, Yin Tianheng was an exception.
Others could not comprehend why Yin Tianheng was so powerful or how he could break the ironclad rules of the heavenly path, except for Gu Minghong.
Many believed that the heavenly path was the Great Dao, but there is a significant difference between the two. If the heavenly path represents rules, then cultivators practice to understand the laws of heaven and earth, attempting to grasp their patterns for utilization.
The Great Dao is the root; it forms the foundation of the entire realm.
Cultivators pursuing the heavenly path are like individuals crossing a narrow bridge—once one person goes through, no one else can follow.
In contrast, seeking the Great Dao is akin to traversing a broad road where many can walk together as fellow travelers. Why must they hinder each other? The heavenly path cannot be articulated, yet the Great Dao can be discussed. They are interrelated yet distinct; it all depends on each person's pursuit.
Zun Wei Guangming rose amidst chaos, wishing to enjoy the heavenly path with Tian Dong Ren Lang but was envied by heaven. Gu vowed to find a way for everyone to access the Great Dao, yet he did not know which direction to take.
It seemed that Yin Tianheng had already taken that first step from nothing to something, standing ahead of everyone else. Mastering essence meant he would not be bound by superficial constraints. Although he had not ascended to the Celestial Realm or transformed his spirit into an Immortal Body, there was nothing that could bind him anymore; if there were, it would be heaven itself.
After a prolonged stalemate, Lei Junhong angrily took out his top-tier artifact, the Dark Moon Wheel. The artifact emitted a red light that turned into darkness, seemingly altering time throughout the entire realm.
"Let me show you how to break his lowly formation!"
The Nine Nether Cold Qi swept over everyone like a cold wave. In an instant, those at the Golden Core stage became ice sculptures. The chill eroded them until only empty shells remained; within moments, they completely rotted beyond recovery.
Interesting indeed, Gasping Buqi thought.
The Rift Sky Sword shot out, a streak of brilliance heading straight for the Dark Moon. Everyone knew that was the eye of the formation, but if it were so easy to break, what would it even mean for the formation?
As the Dark Moon faced a crisis, monsters and spirits within the formation, including Rakshasas and Wraiths, surged toward Yin Tianheng, aiming to force him to draw his sword in self-defense.
Even when the Wraiths were just a few paces away from Yin Tianheng, the Rift Sky Sword showed no signs of stopping.
A sword artifact for my life? I hardly think that's a fair trade.
That is, only if I can actually make that trade.
Hmph.
As the monsters lunged at Yin Tianheng, intent on tearing him apart, a brilliant light flashed. All the monsters within ten paces of Yin Tianheng were reduced to ashes, vanishing without a trace.
The Radiant Light Demon Extermination Technique—who am I really? That spell had long been passed down, yet no one could wield it effectively.
Little Guy, I don't deny it. You should go read some more before coming back to bother him.
With two fingers extended from his right leg, he pointed at the Dark Moon. The Rift Sky Sword arrived in an instant, shattering the formation with a snap of his fingers—truly unstoppable.
Kill!
In that moment when the formation broke, Lei Junhong appeared just two steps away from Yin Tianheng, raising a massive axe to strike.
"Be careful!" Dongfang Tenglan shouted anxiously, startling everyone. Was this not Minghong's previous illusion formation, meant to conceal the true objective of getting close to Yin Tianheng for a deadly strike?
Oh, the immortal! Bu Luo was merely a mountain dweller, hoping to be looked up to by the people of Shandong. Who said the people of Shandong could not look down upon Tiandong?
With a long sigh from Yin Tianheng, the massive axe crackling with lightning swung down heavily. It clearly struck Yin Tianheng, yet no blood splattered, leaving Lei Junhong momentarily stunned.
What if one dwells in the mountains? Can that truly clear the clouds and reveal the moon? Little did they know that he did not go to the mountains; the mountains came to him. Only then could he catch a glimpse of the heavenly mysteries and comprehend the Great Dao. The path through the mountains was narrow; why not stand in Shandong, where the road was wide and magnificent, with scenery equally breathtaking?
Yin Tianheng's voice echoed behind Lei Junhong, causing the immortal to tremble all over. Just a moment ago, Yin Tianheng could have pierced him with seventeen or eighteen transparent holes. Although his Immortal Body was extraordinary and would not fall with a single blow, he could still be severely injured. At that level, life and death often hung by a thread.
Standing at the Summit, did he fear that person from Shandong? Let him die!
With a furious roar, Lei Junhong summoned the thunder of Nine Heavens, intending to strike down Yin Tianheng with heavenly lightning. Fearing that the power of Heavenly Tribulation might be insufficient, he even hurled his Pseudo-Artifact lightning axe toward Nine Heavens, desperate to kill Yin Tianheng.
He looked up at the gathering storm clouds, rolling like thunderous dragons—such was the might of a Mahayana Practitioner's ascension tribulation.
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