Chapter 107: The Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation Descends, the Yin-Essence True Dragon Emerges!
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All present were formidable cultivators; even those who had flown in from abroad took merely three days to reach the capital of Chizhou.
Dark clouds pressed down upon the city!
Amidst the ominous thunder, a flying centipede moved through the clouds.
Its shell gleamed with a golden hue, adorned with a thousand eyes on its back, each pupil fiery and piercing. At first glance, it evoked a strange and chilling sensation—truly a nightmare for those with trypophobia.
Shortly after everyone’s arrival, the four great Golden Core immortal clans of the capital, except for the Ning family, gathered along with all cultivators of Dayue unwilling to forsake their heritage.
There were five Golden Core experts—two more than expected, their origins unknown—and over thirty Purple Mansion cultivators.
Last to arrive were disciples from the Canglan Sword Sect and the Xuan Yu Gate, accompanied by some scattered cultivators, including three Golden Core and more than twenty Purple Mansion practitioners.
The anticipated emissaries from the Celestial Surveillance Tower did not appear.
Upon seeing the arrival of the Wuxing Sect, those two groups instinctively huddled together. Their expressions plainly displayed trembling fear, as if the words “quivering with terror” were written across their faces.
Cao Chengyu could not comprehend it. Knowing full well the vast difference in strength, they still chose to stir up trouble. Human nature, indeed, courts disaster.
Nearly all who coveted Dayue had assembled.
Chijiu Xiao ascended slowly into the sky as if by prior agreement, followed by three ancient-looking elders with white hair and aged faces, each a peak Golden Core cultivator, surpassing those ragtag forces.
Yet, they lacked the imposing aura of the Wuxing Sect.
With a wave of his right hand, Chijiu Xiao summoned the thousand-eyed demon centipede that spiraled downward. The giant lantern-like eyes blazed hotly, fixated on the mysterious Yinyin Dragon Scroll in his hand.
“Everyone, having come this far, I, Chijiu Xiao, bear no grudge against anyone; I am simply outmatched.”
“However, when you find yourselves helpless, I hope you do not flee in panic…”
Prime Minister Wang sneered.
“Your Majesty, take a look around. If you had glanced once more before spouting such grandiose words, you wouldn’t be so drunk on delusion.”
“I think he’s just stalling, hoping we falter.”
“Yeah, judging by his demeanor, he clearly intends to resist.”
The quality of the small immortal sect alliance was uneven; they dared to say anything.
Ouyang Qingtian was displeased. Some matters are better left unspoken.
Are we righteous cultivators so shameless?
Before he could ponder how to salvage the situation, Chijiu Xiao burst into loud laughter.
“Today, I shall show you what it means to defy Heaven! What it means when fate and timing align!”
With a flourish of his palm—
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The Yinyin Dragon Scroll instantly fluttered open high in the sky, the scroll unfurling.
“Edict: The people are the foundation of the nation; when the people are at peace, the nation prospers. Yet, Yang beings have finite lifespans, transforming into Yin ghosts upon death. If the soul persists, it shares eternity with Heaven, enjoying endless bliss.”
“Now, in this desolate land of hundreds of fragmented states, the Dayue Dynasty’s envoy, who commands both Heaven’s mandate and the hearts of the people—Chijiu Xiao! Hereby proclaims.”
“The cycle of the dynasty turns to Yin; Heaven and Earth are reversed, mountains and rivers inverted!”
“The Earth floats above Heaven, Heaven spins as Earth; through the ages, only I shall walk this path!”
As Chijiu Xiao’s voice grew thunderous, an endless tide of Yin energy surged madly toward the capital.
The ritual to honor Heaven’s Yin law continued, while from beneath the city, a rumbling arose—a colossal spirit coffin emerged from the earth, surely containing the founding ancestor of Dayue.
Nascent Soul True Lord! Chihuang Tian!
“Yin, beneath the realm of Heaven and Earth, within the Nine Nether.”
“Yang, the trembling Great Brightness, the revolving righteous cycle.”
“Now, the reversal of Yin and Yang births, the inversion of life and death; the Earth’s law gathers force to birth rebellion! Begin!”
The vast and intricate formation patterns revealed their true forms in that moment.
Cao Chengyu was utterly powerless to intervene, only able to watch in stunned silence.
Everything unfolding was within everyone’s expectations; the resurrected was indeed the legendary founding ancestor.
With no reason to interfere if all went smoothly, they watched as Chijiu Xiao proceeded step by step.
At the same time, the aura of the heavenly punishment thunderstorm reached its peak, ready to strike at any moment.
Its target was clearly Chijiu Xiao—the emperor who had personally slaughtered all his subjects, a heinous sinner. With his cultivation, he would be struck down instantly.
Like Xiao Yan’s desperate roar, he was but a puppet.
The thousand-eyed demon centipede was the lamb chosen to bear the punishment in place of the thunderstorm.
It was the royal ancestor’s scheme, substituting the resurrected founding emperor to take the fatal blow!
A player under the overwhelming pressure of the Wuxing Sect.
Moreover, misunderstood by his mother, despised by the Empress Dowager, ignored by the Empress, and never once called “father” by his son.
Few crown princes endure fifty years; his reign as emperor was filled with bitterness. He refused to accept defeat! He refused to allow Dayue to be bullied by these people.
Why should the emperor be controlled by ancestors? He would command all things as he pleased, letting Heaven no longer blind his eyes, nor Earth bar his heart.
No one could stop him, no one could resist.
Today would be the day Chijiu Xiao soared like a dragon across ten thousand miles!
“Rumble—”
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Purple lightning descended from the heavens. Unexpectedly, the heavenly punishment thunderstorm struck the resurrected spirit coffin!
With a crack, the Yin energy—which had been filtered through the animated corpse and capable of repeatedly transferring—was shattered by the heavenly lightning, dispersing and sinking back underground.
The Yin energy could not be reversed; resurrection became an impossibility.
A vast surge of Yin energy rose from beneath Chijiu Xiao, pouring frantically into his body. Behind him, the spiritual luck of the Yin Extreme True Dragon slowly materialized, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.
In an instant, he reached the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, pausing briefly.
The Yin Core was formed.
The ghost immortal attained enlightenment.
Golden lotuses emerged from the earth, stretching for thousands of miles; celestial music descended, the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments ringing across the sky.
Each time the heavenly lightning struck the spirit coffin, more Yin energy flooded into Chijiu Xiao’s body, his cultivation rising steadily.
The Golden Core thunderstorm brewed above his head, yet before it could strike, his cultivation soared again—from mid to late Golden Core, all the way to the peak!
“How is this possible!”
Exclamations of disbelief echoed everywhere.
Ouyang Qingtian’s face burned with anger.
Only the devil knew how Chijiu Xiao had achieved this.
Three centuries of calculations rendered void in a single moment; the fury of a broken path and reincarnation, no one else could comprehend.
The three royal ancestors also could not believe their eyes. Only the thousand-eyed demon centipede understood Chijiu Xiao’s attempt to become the master of the Yin realm, to establish a ghost city in Fengdu, assuming the title of Yin Heavenly Son.
In the Yin realm, such a title granted power comparable to a Nascent Soul True Lord—this was its understanding of Chijiu Xiao’s rebellion.
This did not conflict with its own plan to usurp the fate of the Yin Extreme True Dragon; allies should only grow stronger.
Thus, it never obstructed him but aided Chijiu Xiao, helping conceal matters from the royal ancestors.
Now, as the Golden Core thunderstorm descended, the three royal ancestors—including Chijiu Xiao’s father—dared not intervene, retreating to wait for him to pass through the trial.
Cultivators must endure their thunder tribulations themselves; interference risks attracting the lightning to oneself, as well as provoking tribulations matching one’s own cultivation.
Under the thunder tribulation’s influence, life and death are intertwined beyond mere words.
Chijiu Xiao’s actual cultivation stood at early Golden Core, but with the Yin Heavenly Son title, his strength swelled to the peak of Golden Core.