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The egg did not know what was happening, but seeing Xuan Qing's serious expression, it obediently jumped out of his palm and flew towards the Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer and the Old Sophora Tree.
The clouds grew thicker, casting a heavy shadow over the entire lonely island, and the oppressive atmosphere made breathing difficult, as if they were facing imminent disaster.
Xuan Qing remained calm, swinging the Dusting Whisk to draw circles and set up a solid defensive formation. A golden light circle rose from beneath his feet, connecting above with the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams and below with the Big Dipper, reinforced by the inexplicably appearing Celestial Spirit Energy.
Then, Xuan Qing closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. His demeanor was relaxed and natural, with a serene expression on his face, as if the impending thunderstorm had nothing to do with him. However, every muscle in his body was tense, gathering strength and preparing for action.
The terrifying lightning tore through the dark clouds, gradually forming a powerful pillar of electricity that crashed down towards Xuan Qing. It was blocked by the defensive formation, and the collision between the light pillar and the barrier produced a deafening roar.
As the first bolt of heavenly thunder passed without incident, Xuan Qing did not dare to let his guard down. He quickly set up another layer of defense; circles of formations surrounded him, totaling eighty layers of golden rings that occupied most of the lonely island to withstand the more powerful heavenly thunders that were sure to follow.
On the island, one could only see bolts of lightning striking the golden circles repeatedly. The Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer and Old Sophora Tree watched anxiously as each strike caused a layer of the golden barrier to vanish. The egg perched atop the Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer seemed stunned by the might of the thunder; as it grew fiercer, it became increasingly quiet.
Celestial Spirit Energy began to emerge in wisps, and Xuan Qing realized that it was drawn out by the heavenly tribulation from the Crystal Palace. He continued to use this energy to reinforce his defensive formations; each time a layer was broken, he would set up another one. Again and again he rebuilt his defenses. Although bolstered by Celestial Spirit Energy, its effectiveness was limited compared to the heavenly thunder; he was relying entirely on his own cultivation to support layer after layer of defenses against the Ninety-Nine Eighty-One Heavenly Thunder during this tribulation.
The intense pain from enduring the pressure of each lightning strike sharpened Xuan Qing's focus. He held his breath and counted how many bolts had struck down.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Each strike grew more powerful than the last, each wave of pressure more overwhelming. Sweat trickled down his face as Xuan Qing's brows knitted tighter and his lips pressed together, bracing himself against the thunder.
Suddenly, memories of his cultivation journey flooded his mind—from when he first entered the path to the night before facing his first heavenly tribulation when he received an ominous omen. His path had been fraught with chaos; it was either death or calamity at every turn. Although he had always managed to escape at critical moments, he could never evade the outcome foretold by that omen: a riddle—everything was a riddle.
A sharp pain shot through his chest as blood surged up into his throat. Ignoring the agony, Xuan Qing let it spill forth and quickly used it to draw symbols in midair. Eight blood symbols struck against his defensive formation, causing its golden light to burst forth even brighter.
"Only seventy-five bolts of heavenly thunder and he's already spitting blood! At this rate, if Xuan Qing doesn't get struck dead by lightning first, he'll be worn out before he can survive!" The Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer exclaimed anxiously. Having been born in the celestial realm, it had heard tales of how terrifyingly powerful a Rogue Immortal's final tribulation could be. And Xuan Qing was facing it completely unprepared—without any magical artifacts—relying solely on his own strength to withstand it; his chances of success were minuscule.
Old Huai shook its branches helplessly; they could not assist Xuan Qing because helping a cultivator during their tribulation would only amplify its power exponentially—everyone would ultimately be struck down by lightning.
They could only resign themselves to fate; there were no other options available.
The egg had never seen Xuan Qing in such a desperate state before. Previously, Xuan Qing would always wield the Dusting Whisk to tease or scold it while also using it to playfully poke at it. They would drink together and sneak alcohol; that version of Xuan Qing always laughed heartily yet gently stroked it. It would nuzzle against his hand or face seeking comfort in warmth.
Would this version of Xuan Qing also leave it behind? Abandon it in a cold place without speaking or touching it? Would he cease to care for it entirely and vanish completely?
"Egg! What are you doing? Come back!"
Xuan Qing was just about to break the seal he had placed on himself when he suddenly heard the voice of the Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer. Looking up, he was nearly driven to spit blood in anger; the egg was flying towards him, completely oblivious to the danger.
He abandoned the idea of breaking the seal and removed the layers of barriers to allow the egg to come closer. The seal remained unbroken, and thunder was about to strike from above. Xuan Qing sighed helplessly, "You foolish 'egg', not only are you causing trouble for me, but you're also bringing disaster upon yourself. Let's just wait for death together."
The egg snuggled against his face, acting cute, while a massive transparent golden dragon appeared, its head resting against Xuan Qing's neck, producing a rough voice, "Xuan Qing..."
Xuan Qing was taken aback, feeling a headache coming on. He could no longer deceive himself; he had to face the reality that the egg was a dragon egg. The feeling of working hard for nothing left him frustrated and spitting blood!
With the golden dragon guarding him, as soon as the thunder formed, it swept it away with a flick of its tail. The egg felt particularly powerful and impressive, happily circling around Xuan Qing in its ethereal dragon form.
Unnoticed by anyone, as the last bolt of thunder took shape, it flickered with purple sparks. The nearly white lightning transformed into purple in an instant, breaking through the clouds and striking the golden dragon. The dragon let out a terrible scream as the egg that had been circling around Xuan Qing fell to the ground, its shell charred and rolling to Xuan Qing's feet.
Even the Supreme Golden Immortal of Da Luo could not withstand the power of the Nine Thunder Tribulations; how could an unhatched egg endure such a sudden onslaught? It was doomed to die without question.
The Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer rushed over, carefully touching the egg with its hooves. The egg remained motionless, having long lost its vitality. The divine deer cried out in sorrow. The Old Sophora Tree waved its branches wildly, unable to believe that this troublesome egg had died so suddenly. Just moments ago, it had been joyfully circling around Xuan Qing; how could it vanish in an instant?
Xuan Qing stared intently at the charred egg. His calm face showed no trace of sorrow, yet his brows were tightly knitted together, almost obscuring the celestial mark on his forehead that appeared after his ascension.
"It seems I won't be moving today. You all go back first; I'll bring you back in a few days," Xuan Qing said in his usual tone, showing no signs of distress.
"Xuan Qing, what about you...?"
"Haha, don't worry; I'm fine." He waved his hand dismissively. "You all hurry back; I have matters to discuss with my junior brother."
The Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer gave him a deep look before leaving with the Old Sophora Tree.
Once they were far away, Xuan Qing's face turned pale as he coughed up several mouthfuls of suppressed blood and stumbled away while picking up the egg.
Deep within the Heavenly Prison, at the forbidden depths where the Pillar Supporting the Sky stood, chains rattled violently as if struggling against confinement. A body trapped by skin and bone on the Pillar could not move an inch; blood-red eyes filled with malice desperately gazed into the distance.
"Ahhh—my son—Tian Yi! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, Tian Yi—ahhh—"
The heart-wrenching cries echoed endlessly as blood spilled over the pristine Pillar Supporting the Sky, spreading throughout the forbidden area.
An immortal riding on purple clouds paused in their tracks.
My son? What is happening here?
It turned out they had long since reached this point; even if he actively helped Ao Fang, Ao Fang would not return to where they started.
He still remembered those words: "I want you to regret for all eternity." Now Ao Fang had completely fulfilled that promise.
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