“Sect Master, are Elder Mo Yan and his disciple alright?”
One of the Peak Masters stepped forward to ask.
Anyone could see that this lightning tribulation was extraordinary. Had the mountain-protecting array not been activated in time, everything within a radius of hundreds of li would have been leveled to the ground.
“They're fine. I have faith in them.”
Shen Shi waved his hand. He had great confidence in Mo Yan and Wang Xuanyi. Although the two were usually unreliable, a mere lightning tribulation was not enough to stump them.
“Oh.”
The Peak Master said no more and stepped aside.
Tianzhu Peak.
Wang Xuanyi and Mo Yan were almost blasted to the point of being unable to care for themselves by that lightning tribulation.
“Old geezer, it's the final lightning strike.”
Wang Xuanyi was charred black all over. The aura of the Great Dao permeated his body, and his internal organs were active to the extreme. He could feel the Great Dao resonating with him, and the Great Dao golden lotus above his head was slowly merging into him.
“You little brat, I'll help you this once.”
Mo Yan swallowed a pill, and his near-withered body recovered once more. His cultivation, which had been at the peak of the Soul Formation Realm, had finally stepped into the Void Return Realm after that last lightning strike.
Crack!
Mo Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air. The charred skin on his body peeled off like dross, and his originally aged body became youthful and vigorous, his posture gradually straightening.
In just a single breath, Mo Yan transformed from a cheeky old man into a mature uncle in his forties, with handsome features and a dignified aura.
“Who are you?”
Wang Xuanyi asked, clearly playing dumb.
“I'm your granddaddy.” Mo Yan rolled his eyes at Wang Xuanyi in exasperation. His aura grew increasingly dense, surrounded by countless wisps of the Great Dao's aura as he resonated with heaven and earth, as if he had become the Great Dao itself.
This was a Void Return Realm cultivator. Resonating with the Great Dao and mastering the laws of the Dao, they became like a part of the Great Dao itself, capable of crushing any lower-realm cultivator with their aura alone.
“Your old man look was better.”
Wang Xuanyi curled his lip and muttered.
“Tsk.”
A blue vein popped on Mo Yan's forehead. His foot felt a bit itchy; he really wanted to make intimate contact with his disciple's backside.
“Alright, stop your cheek. I just finished my lightning tribulation and haven't fully recovered my strength. Don't you dare sabotage me at a critical moment like this,” Mo Yan said.
“Old geezer, look at what you're saying. Am I that kind of person?”
“Yes.”
“...”
They really were cut from the same cloth.
This master and disciple duo were truly something else.
No wonder Huo Huang, Murong Qing, Su Qian, and her disciple liked to run over to Tianzhu Peak. With these two jokers around, their dry and tedious cultivation became much more interesting.
Rumble!
The heavens roared in anger, threatening to annihilate everything. The final lightning strike, which was also the strongest, descended with a soul-shaking rumble.
Mo Yan walked over to Wang Xuanyi's side and looked up at the lightning with a solemn expression. His senses told him that this strike was not a single bit weaker than a full-strength blow from a Void Return Realm cultivator; in fact, it was even stronger.
Mo Yan's hair whipped wildly as his body radiated a crystal-clear glow. Shrouded in several wisps of immortal qi, he brought his hands together and bellowed, “Heavenly Myriad Scroll!”
Hum!
Countless runes blossomed, immortal qi permeated the air, and the Great Dao resonated. A scroll depicting all things in creation manifested before Mo Yan, painted with all kinds of bizarre and peculiar objects.
“Begone!”
The Heavenly Myriad Scroll stretched for countless li, completely blanketing the heavens and earth. Carrying a momentum that could swallow the sky and earth, it unleashed boundless power to devour the lightning strike.
The lightning tribulation was terrifying. It shattered the Heavenly Myriad Scroll on the spot, sending fragments of laws fluttering through the air. Mo Yan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a splat.
“You little brat, this is the most I can help you!”
Struck by a residual wisp of the lightning, Mo Yan's newly soared aura instantly withered. He fell from midair once again, crashing back into his previous deep crater.
Crackle!
The lightning tribulation transformed into a lightning dragon, which then split into countless webs of lightning, striking Tianzhu Peak without restraint and wantonly destroying every physical object in its path.
In a mere breath, the entire Tianzhu Peak was shaved flat.
“Thanks, old geezer!”
Wang Xuanyi panted for a moment. The residual lightning inside him had already been ground away, and the Dao palaces in his organs shone even brighter. Countless tiny golden figures sat cross-legged inside, chanting Dao scriptures, as every pore on his body inhaled and exhaled heaven-and-earth essence.
Having been baptized by the lightning, the Great Dao golden lotus gradually split to form another illusory golden lotus. Seated upon it was a dark, human-shaped phantom that bore a striking resemblance to Wang Xuanyi.
Wang Xuanyi felt his connection to it. It was the Great Dao phantom he had condensed using the Aspect of the Self, born from his comprehension of the Dao through his true self.
“Come on! Strike your granddaddy down if you have the guts!”
Wang Xuanyi twisted his body, his bones popping and crackling. He was bathed in a layer of sacred radiance, his entire being dazzling and every strand of his hair translucent, looking just like a True Immortal descending upon the mortal world.
Beside him, the faint phantoms of tiny figures appeared, chanting the Dao of the true self and continuously supplying Wang Xuanyi with spiritual power.
Amidst the lightning, Wang Xuanyi's aura surged. Bathed in the thunder, he was enveloped in the aura of the Great Dao, his body brilliant as he sought to use this lightning strike to temper his physical form to its absolute limit.
However, the heavens seemed to have heard Wang Xuanyi's mockery. Just as the thunderclouds were about to disperse, another world-destroying lightning strike crashed down!
Rumble!
This lightning strike was even more terrifying than the last, its color shifting from the original purple to a dark blackish-purple. It was large enough to swallow the entire Tianzhu Peak.
“Holy crap!!!”
Wang Xuanyi, who had still been grinning a moment ago, immediately felt that something was wrong with this lightning strike. A numbing sensation penetrated through his skin and into his body, tearing apart the newly formed Dao palaces inside him.
Furthermore, his blood, which had been baptized by over a hundred golden cores, now flowed with strands of lightning energy, leaving him completely paralyzed by the electricity.
Outside Tianzhu Peak.
Shen Shi and the others were completely stunned. How could another lightning strike descend after the thunderclouds had already begun to disperse? What was more, it was even more terrifying. Even Shen Shi, a Void Return Realm cultivator himself, felt a trace of fear.
“They... should be fine, right?”
Su Qian murmured softly.
“Uh... probably.” Shen Shi scratched his head. He couldn't guarantee it anymore, but one thing was for sure—Tianzhu Peak was gone.
Once the lightning tribulation had completely dispersed, Tianzhu Peak and its surrounding areas were covered in residual lightning. Tianzhu Peak had truly been leveled to the ground.
After today, the twelve peaks of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect had become eleven.
“Junior Brother and Xuanyi are over there.”
Xiao Hongye immediately swept out her divine sense and located the two.
Shen Shi and the others quickly looked over. They saw that the master and disciple were in equally miserable states. Both lay charred black inside deep craters, their bodies crackling with residual wisps of lightning as they twitched uncontrollably.
The former was slightly better off, his eyes merely rolled back as he hung onto his last breath. The latter, Wang Xuanyi, was in a far worse state—foaming at the mouth, seeing stars, limbs twitching, and lying there completely naked.
Splat!
As if the Heavenly Dao were playing a joke, a massive raindrop landed squarely on Wang Xuanyi, looking remarkably like a glob of mocking spit.
“Y-You... little... brat... just... wait... until I... get better... I'll... definitely... beat you... to a...”
Every word Mo Yan spoke caused his mouth to be zapped by electricity. Finally, his eyelids rolled back, and he passed out completely.
Seeing this, Xiao Hongye and the others exchanged glances, truly filled with admiration for this master and disciple duo. They were the most “harmonious” master and disciple in history—solely because of how they constantly sabotaged each other.
Only Shen Shi was on the verge of tears.
Tianzhu Peak, which had accompanied the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect for thousands of years, was gone!
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