Chapter Thirty-Four: The Mysterious Thunder Tribulation

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  Burial Sword Pond

  Forty-nine paths burst open, the spirit of Qi Tian surged violently, easily breaking through the spiritual court and sea of consciousness. The sharp edge entered the spirit, like a golden sword, emerging from the transformation of consciousness.

  The sword's edge is sharp and powerful, as if it were a divine sword standing upright in the vast ocean of knowledge.

  Suddenly, a golden light burst out from the sword consciousness and merged into the Xiantian Sword Qi. The entire Xiantian Sword Qi seemed to have gained spirituality in an instant. Amidst the golden sword qi, a strand of golden yellow color flickered unsteadily.

  In an instant, the pre-heavenly sword energy poured down and passed through one hundred and eight apertures, returning to the dan Tian qi Hai once again.

  The boundless sword intent pressed down, and the innate sword energy slowly shrank, condensing into a thumb-sized spherical shape.

  The Five Realms of Swordsmanship, the first major realm is the Sword Embryo. The Sword Embryo can also be called the Sword Elixir or the Sword Pill, it is the foundation for the future containment of the Sword Soul and Sword Spirit in the cultivation of the Sword Dao's immortal pulse. The more solid it is, the more beneficial it will be for future cultivation. These are all understood from some ancestral masters' handwritten notes in the Qitian Zicang Scripture Pavilion. Now, his spiritual experience has been buried in the Sword Pool for 49 days, vast and boundless, transformed into sword consciousness, also majestic like a mountain. The Sword Embryo must naturally reach its ultimate state.

  The vast sword intent collapsed, and the sword bead that was transformed from the innate sword energy became round and plump, flawless like gold and jade. At a speed visible to the naked eye, it shrank again, and the originally misty innate sword energy finally condensed into a drop of water. However, just as the sword embryo was about to be formed, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, shrinking to the size of a soybean, and could no longer be compressed.

  Jian Shi Dao Guan, return to the sea of recognition, suddenly, in the burial sword pool, a soundless thunderclap suddenly rang out, the thunderclap spread, and the entire burial sword pool was chaotic, it turned out that this soundless thunderclap had struck them all.

  "Not good!"

  Ming saw Dao Ren's face change color, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Qi Tian, then flew towards the outside of the Sword Burial Pool.

  "Gourd, rise!"

  A small mountain-sized gourd directly smashed open the immortal waterfall, carrying Qi Tian and the others towards the distant barbaric mountains at lightning speed.

  "Master!"

  Yun Fei took a big gulp and bit his teeth, chasing in the direction of the two people, rushing towards the Savage Mountain Range.

  The summit of Qingyun Peak.

  Misty fog fills the air, with a radiant glow like silk. A strong gust of wind blows, and an old Taoist in white robes stands at the summit, his robe's threads unmoving, as if he were a stone statue, emitting a cold aura.

  "Thunderbolt, is it going to start?"

  A barbarous mountain range, a large gourd fell from the sky and landed on a hill dozens of feet high, crushing it into powder in an instant.

  The sound of thunder follows, from the burial sword pool to this place, finally stirring up the vast thunder and cloud, in the sky above, a piece of dark clouds slowly condenses into a hundred square feet.

  Put away the gourd, Ming saw Dao Ren's expression was solemn, looking at Qi Tian Dao: "The heavenly tribulation of the Xiantian Sword Body, I won't easily intervene, otherwise when you break through to the Sword Soul Realm, the power of the tribulation will double, not to mention the Sword Spirit Realm, it may even trigger the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder."

  He nodded in agreement, then drew out the Purple Bamboo Sword with a reverse grip. The Pre-Heavenly Sword Energy surged into it, and the Purple Bamboo Sword let out a long wail. Four golden lotus flowers condensed on its body out of thin air.

  Each golden lotus is as big as a palm, and each petal is like a three-inch small sword with invisible sharpness emanating from it.

  Ming Jian saw the Daoist's face reveal a different color: "Four Blossoming Sword Lilies, Four Supreme Swords of the Dao!"

  His face was devoid of joy or sorrow, his eyes fixed intently on the vast expanse above. Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and a suffocating aura of thunder pressed down, casting an eerie silence over the desolate forest that stretched for hundreds of feet in every direction. Beyond this radius, a cacophony of beasts erupted into a frenzy of cries, fleeing towards the distant horizon.

  "This is the Thunder Tribulation of the Sword Embryo Realm!"

  With a glance from the top of the sky, in the midst of a hundred-meter thundercloud, a silver bolt of lightning tore through the long sky, illuminating dozens of miles of land.

  A hundred feet away, a clear voice was heard: "This is the mysterious thunder. In the mortal world, the fire of thunder is above, and it is called the mysterious thunder. The sound of the mysterious thunder awakens the spirit, washes the bones and marrow, and makes ghosts and demons retreat. At the peak of the purple thunder, those who understand the Tao can display their skills, and with ease destroy the initial stage of the Taoists."

  Rumble...

  A loud rumble drowned out Mingjian's words in an instant.

  Silver electricity is like a dragon, coiling across the sky, heavenly might is resplendent, vast and majestic, standing upright under the thunderclouds. The pre-heavenly sword energy overflows from his body, the golden jade-colored pre-heavenly sword body radiates sharp edges, his black hair is like ink, automatically moving without wind, the cyan Taoist robe rustles with sound, but his surroundings are calm and peaceful, not a speck of dust stirs.

  Crack!

  A dark lightning bolt struck down, and in an instant it arrived at the top of Qitian's head.

  The purple bamboo sword slowly rose, seeming slow but actually fast. In that instant, the purple bamboo sword's pre-heavenly sword energy was unmatched, tearing through the air like a hundred-meter ancient mountain moving, and the dark lightning was instantly shattered by one sword.

  Lightning flashed and shattered, spreading along the purple bamboo sword to Qi Tian's entire body. The mysterious lightning tempered his body, making every muscle and bone feel extremely numb. The lightning energy poured into his skin, flesh, blood vessels, and internal organs. Qi Tian could clearly feel that his sword body was growing stronger at a visible speed.

  Looking up at the sky, at this moment, in Qitian's mind, it seemed that another shocking thunderstorm appeared, with the same rolling thunder, but covering thousands of miles, and what fell was the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

  "Master, wine!"

  A hundred feet away, a Taoist priest was clearly visible, and in an instant he threw away his calabash.

  Jian Qi's gourd, with a hint of emptiness inside, unknowingly filled with countless purple bamboo brews. With a loud and clear voice, he laughed heartily and drank dozens of mouthfuls in one breath, his face flushing with a faint crimson hue.

  "Ride the wind and waves! Come again!"

  A hundred feet of thunderclouds rolled over, and another mysterious thunderbolt fell, the air swept away the continuous huge waves, and all the grass and trees were shattered.

  The purple bamboo sword flashed, the ancient mountain town fell, and the second mysterious thunderbolt shattered again.

  "Ride on the back of a turtle and fish for a whale, you'd better come again!"

  Dark clouds roared, two bolts of mysterious lightning struck down in succession, and the silver electric light illuminated the sky. The surrounding area within several meters was reduced to powder, almost being cut off at the roots for several inches.

  Hmph!

  Xuan Lei was crushed, and the electric light wrapped around him. Every thread had entered into Qi Tian's skin and flesh. The Xiantian sword body swallowed and spat out its edge, Xuan Lei tempered his body, the edge cut into his marrow, if it weren't for the strong sword consciousness, at this moment Qi Tian couldn't even move his arm.

  "Don't blame heaven and earth for being small! The way of heaven is like this, you're just this capable!"

  At this moment, Qi Tian can no longer distinguish himself, whether he is Qi Tian or the young man who stood at the seaside, pointing to the sky and shouting loudly.

  A hundred paces away.

  Ming Jian saw that Dao Ren was a bit dazed. At this moment, he seemed to have seen something, and yet it was hard to believe. Instantly, he smiled wryly and shook his head, continuing to stare intently.

  The Six Paths of the Profound Thunder arrived, and Qitian's entire head of black hair shone like gold and jade, with silver electricity flashing on top, resembling small dragons, with sharp edges wrapped around his body, like a divine sword standing upright between heaven and earth.

  "Nine calamities of the mysterious thunder are at their peak, beware of the last wave!"

  Before Ming Zhen's words had fallen, the hundred-zhang-wide thundercloud in the sky suddenly shrank to ten zhang, and a single bolt of dark lightning as thick as an arm descended.

  This dark lightning is not fast, even ordinary people can see it with the naked eye, but in Qitian's eyes, this dark lightning seems to have condensed the divine light of the entire world, the thunder sound shocks the soul, and the sword consciousness has become numb.

  His mind was exceptionally calm, this one stroke of mysterious thunder, as soon as he saw it, Qi Tian immediately knew that it had condensed the power of the last three strokes of mysterious thunder and had almost reached the edge of transformation, the ultimate realm of mysterious thunder. This one stroke of mysterious thunder was enough to shatter the purple bamboo sword and scatter his physical body and sword consciousness.

  This bolt of mysterious lightning, as thin as a child's arm, seemed to have separated the heavens and earth. In Qi Tian's eyes, two pure golden yin-yang fish appeared substantial, flowing along a profound trajectory.

  The Taiji practitioner emphasizes mental state, remaining unruffled even if heaven and earth were to collapse, with a calm mind and upright body, the flow of vital energy is unimpeded.

  Three years of Taoist scriptures, although they almost ground away his sharpness that rivaled the heavens, also gave him an unparalleled state of mind.

  In my mind, the three divine swords that had been imprinted for half a year almost materialized one by one. The second divine sword trembled and its light was weak, as gentle as a willow branch, yet it split heaven and earth. The sword light merged with the lightning, and the thunder awakened the spirit. The long-dormant sword rhyme finally opened up a gap, and the endless sharp aura poured in all at once.

  The purple bamboo sword hummed, and the entire person's temperament changed suddenly.

  "Huh?"

  The raised sword pointed to the end, and the Taoist showed a strange color. (During the new book list period, I need everyone's recommendation votes and collections, let's work together for ten steps!)