Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Unbelievable
"Saturn... it has been years, and Devils are truly great!" Breaking free from the shackles, today is the heist!
Gazing at Yang Tian, who slowly ascended into the skies, hearing his deep, aged sigh.
Chenn Yuanba and Lin Zhiruo both displayed utter ecstasy.
As for Lin Shu, he froze in place, his face filled with disbelief.
This is the end!
With such power, Yang Tian managed to survive the world’s calamity through the trembling of his own body.
It’s utterly unbelievable!
Not to mention those ancient texts Lin Shu had once read, which claimed that no one could resist the obliteration of the world.
What she witnessed just now, the power, would mean certain death for any practitioner in the so-called Truth Domain here!
Yet Yang Tian resisted with sheer will and endured in the end!
How could this not shock her? How could she not exclaim in astonishment?
Even more so, the heavenly tribulation serves as a trial for cultivators. This is the Death Penalty, but precisely through this Death Penalty, he shattered the shackles of heaven and earth. The skies now soared high enough for birds to fly freely, the seas vast enough for fish to swim unhindered.
The benefit of breaking free from the constraints of heaven and earth is unparalleled!
Back then, the Emperor of Jianling Sect, Li Yicai of Xinghejian, once stood between the Qingming Sect and the Ghost King Sect emperors.
However, after enduring the great 9/9 mystical thunderstorm, he had instantly left those two far behind, becoming the very first figure in the realm of cultivation today.
Now, Yang Tian had endured ninety-nine rounds of mysterious thunderstorms—and even more terrifying, countless Sunx Luo thunderstorms!
How powerful could Yang Tian become?
Ten times stronger? Manyfold? Or even a hundred times more?
Lin Shuxin’s thoughts were surging, as the Yang Tian in the skies began to deliver her the answer!
She saw Yang Tian take his first slow breath. In an instant, she saw the clouds above, and then—he directly swallowed them.
Lightning, rain, fire, greenwood, earth, stone—all these natural elements, with each breath of Yang Tian, were transformed into energy bodies, becoming part of Yang Tian’s being. His once tragic wounds began to restore themselves one by one.
One breath, and congealed blood dissipated!
A few breaths later, the wounds were fully healed!
Three breaths, three breaths—even his clothing was restored by the energies of those natural elements!
After three breaths, Yang Tian stood there clean and pristine—his previous ordeal as if it were all a dream!
"This... this is the source of power! He... he is actually using his own strength to repair his injuries!" Chenn Yuanba saw this scene and immediately cried out.
Yet, it wasn’t over!
For the fourth breath had arrived. When Yang Tian inhaled once more, thunder and lightning rumbled in the skies. Then, an astonishing sight unfolded!
The blue heavens, with Yang Tian’s fourth breath, directly transformed into a long blue dragon swirling endlessly in the skies, before it automatically plunged into Yang Tian’s mouth.
Lin Shu and Lin Zhiruo, witnessing the unfolding scene before them, were utterly astonished.
Lin Zhiruo incredulously asked, "This... is this the essence of the soul? How can the Earth have a soul’s essence?"
Lin Shu, hearing Lin Zhiruo’s question, pondered for a moment. Then, using the same disbelieving yet affirmative tone, he said, "This... this is not the essence of a spiritual vein, but rather the essence of the world’s countless thousands of kilometers of spiritual veins, drawn here by his breath, forming something akin to a spiritual vein’s core essence!"
Globally, tens of thousands of kilometers?
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi immediately covered her mouth in shock.
Next to Chenn Yuanba stood a wide-eyed giant, staring blankly!
What is the concept of tens of thousands of kilometers?
That would be about half of Asia!
Could Yang Tian, with just a breath, have practically devoured the spiritual energy of half of Asia?
How was this possible?
Yet, it truly happened!
After the fourth breath, Yang Tian finally felt the magical elements within his body fill to the brim. Yet, he softly exhaled with a sigh:
"No wonder the Earth is now called a wasteland. With only the initial push of my tribulation, I have already consumed a tenth of the Earth’s spiritual energy. If this continues, I fear that practitioners on Earth will have no spiritual energy remaining for cultivation! But this is now enough for me to endure for ten-fold my current state!"
With this thought, Yang Tian couldn’t help but shake his head lightly and laugh.
Though the Heaven and Earth Spirit of Earth might no longer suffice for Yang Tian’s future cultivation, that was a problem for the days ahead.
For now, Yang Tian’s heart was brimming with boundless joy.
Because not only did he transcend a heavenly tribulation, but more importantly, he had also forged himself into a devil!
Although he held this new ferocity with gentle mastery, Yang Tian could feel his body had already been transformed.
"I... how could I not feel the Heaven and Earth’s spirit?
"Why has my practice suddenly stalled?"
"Why... why has the world suddenly become so desolate?"
As Yang Tian stepped across the heavens, practitioners across Asia experienced a sudden, oppressive change.
But it didn’t last long before that pressure disappeared again.
However, for those observing in China, understanding the abnormal changes wasn’t difficult. After all, the power to destroy the world was too immense, and Yang Tian’s breakthrough had left a phenomenon impossible to ignore.
"It’s Yang Xian, isn’t it?"
Within China’s sects, few had not been invaded by the Cultivation World. The master of the Zhenyuan Sect, who had returned from ruins, once was hailed as a true king of spirit and law, a born strongman and mage!
Yet today, over the years, he had only reached the realm of dissemination.
Even so, his mind had not forgotten the young man who once brought the entire Zhenyuan Sect to its knees, nor the unique atmosphere imprinted from that youth!
Thus, the moment those phenomena appeared on Earth, Hui Xuzi understood it was Yang Tian progressing further.
"Master, is it him?"
Su Ningqing poured tea for her master amidst the returning ruins. Seeing her master’s shocked gaze, she immediately asked.
"Yes, it is him!"
After a long while, her master let out a sigh and nodded, saying, "This Guotai, this Earth, this world—perhaps only he possesses such power to achieve these earth-shattering scenes. He... none of us can fathom how strong he will become!"
"Indeed! He... he has always been so mighty!" Su Ningqing sighed softly as well, her eyes filled with reverence.
Meanwhile, the Miao New Temple had just concluded its daily rites.
Because the New Miao People were no longer as secluded as before, some of the young Miao had begun to interact with the outside world, their beliefs becoming more progressive.
And precisely because of this growing awareness, there were murmurs of dissatisfaction with the daily worship and even protests directed at the elder Old Shi of this new age.
"Brother, why do we of the New Miao Clan still worship a deity not of the Miao Clan? And every day at that?" Hechuan, a young, ambitious member of the Miao Clan, protested unhappily.
"Hechuan, what are you saying? Do not kneel before the divine and seek repentance!"
Elder Shi next to him immediately shouted out.
However, Hechuan’s expression was nothing but defiant.
Seeing this, Old Shi could do nothing but try to reason with him, "Although the statue in this shrine is not of the Miao Clan, it is no less a true deity."
But Hechuan was clearly unconvinced by his elder’s words. He riled up the other young people, saying, "God? A God in this world? I don’t believe it—does everyone agree or not!?"
Boom!
Just as the young people were about to react to Hechuan’s words, the sky began to darken. An infinite pressure descended upon the New Miao people, forcing everyone down in fear to the ground.