Chapter 505: Chapter 505 Cultivating Immortality
At this moment, Lin Zhiruo and Lin Shu had both arrived.
I saw Yang Tian standing there, his hands resting on his shoulders, his eyes looking toward the sky.
"Boy, are you here?"
Before Chenn Yuanba could finish asking, he saw Yang Tian’s expression under the heavenly glow: "It’s finally time for the robbery!"
The robbery of Heaven?
As soon as these words were spoken, both Chenn Yuanba and Lin Zhiruo, and even Lin Shu by their side, were full of shock!
The term "robbery" carried its literal meaning: robbing Heaven!
Whether they were practitioners of truth, devils, or Buddhas, they were all human. All strove to grasp the power of creation, all yearned for immortality, all cultivated to achieve the undying state.
But due to the divine status conferred by the heavens, one’s destiny was preordained from above. Thus, the monk’s path was a journey that defied the heavens. And when one’s strength reached a certain point, Heaven would descend with calamity.
The robbery of Heaven was not just punishment but also a trial!
If a monk could not survive Heaven’s great calamity, he would fail and his soul would disperse, awaiting its end!
But if one survived the tribulation, they would be acknowledged by Heaven. From that moment forward, they would shatter the shackles of the mortal world, becoming a being that transcended Heaven and Earth itself.
Of course, there were also those who chose to abandon their physical bodies upon facing the calamity. Knowing they could not survive the great massacre, they became beings known as the "Three Sages" among monks.
These "Three Immortals," however, were entirely different in meaning and strength from the Three Sages Chenn Yuanba spoke of. One could say they were only at a half-step to immortality!
But this severed their chance to step onto the true immortal path, so most true monks would not choose this path!
Whether Lin Zhiruo, Lin Shu, or Chenn Yuanba, they all understood that preparing for a robbery requires years of readiness.
Even the high-ranking figures who established Truth Domains needed to spend centuries focusing intensely, preparing for their tribulations at their peaks.
Apparently, just before the Battle of Mount Everest, Yang Tian was already at the pinnacle of divine separation. Was he planning for this robbery in just two months?
Was it because three months later, Xiu Zhen’s territory might face a limitation, that Yang Tian had decided to force the robbery early?
Considering this, Chenn Yuanba instinctively opened his mouth to dissuade him!
But it seemed Yang Tian had anticipated what he was about to say. Smiling faintly, he said, "Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of time."
After saying that, Yang Tian flew into the sky, soaring straight into the distance.
Seeing this, Chenn Yuanba naturally followed after him.
"Miss, is he... is he really going to face the robbery? Can he succeed?"
Xiao Huan asked curiously as she gazed at Yang Tian.
But facing Xiao Huan’s question, Lin Zhiruo found himself at a loss. Lin Shu frowned slightly, shook her head, and said, "He’s truly going to face the robbery. It’s just that with a three-month deadline looming, forcing the robbery might... Let’s see what will happen on this very day!"
With those words, Lin Shu immediately rose and flew in the direction Yang Tian had left.
Lin Zhiruo sighed at Lin Shu’s statement and muttered, "Is this truly to be a forced robbery...?"
...
For cultivators like Chenn Yuanba, Lin Shu, and Lin Zhiruo, their flying speed far surpassed that of an airplane.
Within the blink of an eye, they had traveled from Yanjing to Hualong Mountain, just in the suburbs of Yanjing, where Chenn Yuanba and Yang Tian once battled before.
When they arrived, they immediately found Yang Tian!
At this moment, Yang Tian stood atop Hualong Mountain, just as before at the Shen Family estate, his head raised to the heavens, his hands resting on his shoulders.
Yet, unlike at the Shen Family estate, behind Yang Tian now was a seated shadow, slowly emerging and growing clearer with each passing moment.
"This is..."
Gazing at the figure behind Yang Tian, Lin Zhi couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Even Lin Shu was slightly astonished and muttered to herself, "What is this? A skill unique to him? But why does the shadow carry such an ominous presence?"
Xiao Huan didn’t even dare stare directly at the shadow, as though it were a terrifying beast.
As for Chenn Yuanba, he was less surprised.
After all, though he hadn’t known Yang Tian for long, he was aware of the immense power behind Yang Tian!
However, what he didn’t know was that the shadow represented not only Yang Tian’s path but also that of the Devil Ancestor’s path.
This shadow was also known as the Devil Ancestor’s Shadow!
The four of them remained utterly silent.
BOOM!
Just as Yang Tian raised his head, the heavens began to dim, and thunder rumbled like a celestial drum, rolling closer and closer over Hualong Mountain.
Above them, the blackened clouds transformed in color, shifting and roiling like ferocious beasts thrashing through the sky.
"This... is this the sign of a celestial massacre’s arrival?"
Gazing at the ever-changing sky above, Chenn Yuanba felt chills run down his entire body. Under the oppressive clouds, he found it difficult even to breathe.
Lin Zhiruo, clearly witnessing someone else face the robbery for the first time, was at a loss for words despite his knowledge of its intricacies. The immense might of Heaven left him utterly speechless.
As for Xiao Huan, her terror made her instinctively cover her eyes!
Only Lin Shu stared at the sky’s clouds, murmuring in disbelief, "Four-nine, Six-nine, Nine-nine... How is this even possible?"
Chenn Yuanba and Lin Zhiruo exchanged confused glances at Lin Shu’s bewildered exclamation, while Xiao Huan curiously asked, "Miss Lin Shu, what do you mean by that?"
"Don’t you... don’t you see the changes in the clouds?" Lin Shu immediately asked.
But Chenn Yuanba didn’t reply, and Lin Zhiruo and Xiao Huan looked puzzled by her question.
Seeing this, Lin Shu could only sigh and say, "We monks of this generation challenge the heavens. Robberies are inevitable. But not all face the same kind of robbery."
"Not the same fate? Miss Lin Shu, are you implying Yang Tian’s tribulation... what’s different about it?" Chenn Yuanba immediately asked curiously.
"Isn’t it obvious? It’s not wrong."
Lin Shu glanced once more toward the multicolored clouds above Yang Tian’s head, her expression turning fearful. She said, "The clouds of tribulation are classified into three main levels: Four-Nine Destruction Tribulation Clouds, predominantly black, are what most average monks face."
"The second level is Six-Nine Violet Lightning Tribulation Clouds, predominantly purple. These are faced by some of the strongest figures in the world."
"The third level is the Nine-Nine Xuan Thunderstorm Tribulation. The clouds shift into nine colors, primarily red, and are typically reserved for emperors or those who carry immense fortune or doom! Back then, Jianling Emperor Li Yi alone crossed a Nine-Nine Xuan Thunderstorm Tribulation. Alongside his Galaxy Sword, it became a calamity widely recognized as the most terrifying in the Cultivation Kingdom!"
At this point, Lin Shu could not help but glance again toward the clouds atop Yang Tian’s head. They weren’t merely four to six in variation, nor nine!
The clouds displayed a total of twelve distinct colors—three more than even the strongest Nine-Nine Tribulation described in the legends!
Lin Shu couldn’t help but recall ancient texts from the Cultivation World, which occasionally mentioned the Calamity of Heaven’s Annihilation—Endless Thunder Tribulation!
What terrified her most, however, remained unsaid: the legendary tales of Zong Qinghou’s clan leader, Li Yi, and the immense battle they faced during their Nine-Nine tribulation. Despite centuries of preparation and the use of protections and countless magic weapons, they narrowly survived!
It was clear just how fearsome the Nine-Nine Xuan Thunderstorm Tribulation was!
Now, atop Yang Tian’s head, hovered clouds with twelve colors. Lin Shu couldn’t begin to imagine what manner of horrific calamity would soon descend. This was a level far beyond the Nine-Nine Tribulation—it was a calamity of untold destruction!