Chapter 662: Chapter 499: Myriad Tribulations Demon Venerable
Spirit Realm.
Purgatory Sea, spanning billions of miles, shrouded like a curtain of miasma.
This was not naturally treacherous land but a wondrous domain created by an Integration Dharma Master who secluded himself here for a hundred thousand years, gradually suffusing the laws of heaven and earth, tempering the primordial essence.
Purgatory laws seep into the seabed’s rock layer, spawning sinister Purgatory Evil Qi, extremely perilous.
Among them also nurtures Purgatory Spirit Crystals and other rare treasures, attracting Venerables of Divinity Transformation from all directions to explore and risk their lives.
West of Purgatory Sea, deep within chaotic rock layers a thousand feet away from the sea surface.
A sword array, woven with boundless Sword Qi, suspended in mid-air, sword threads resembling a chain of stars, crisscrossing with cutting severity.
Inside the sword array, tribulation energy surged, Sword Qi soared to the sky, merging with Purgatory Evil Qi, transforming into an invincible killing intent, slicing through the void.
At the center of the sword array, a black stone platform forged entirely of tribulation pattern stone, upon which a figure in a yellow robe sits, surrounded by faint tribulation clouds, precisely Qu Ma.
Behind him, a colossal phantom of a tiger, thousands of feet long, dormant in shadows, its eyes like blazing suns scarring the void, its claws covered with countless tribulation secret patterns.
The wild, domineering aura interweaves with the sword array’s sharpness and the evil’s sinister nature, forming a fearsome pressure.
Qu Ma’s eyes tightly shut, hands forming a complex and profound Sword Seal, fingertips with each twist drawing thousands of tribulation patterns to circulate.
He is amidst a swarm of minute Sword Qi, compassing him like a torrent of sword river.
Within the Sword Qi carries Purgatory Evil Qi and tribulation fate essence, as if containing boundless risks and limitless lethal calamities.
This is the tribulation fate Secret Technique specifically deduced by Chen Sheng for him—the "Ten Directions Refining Tribulation and Destiny Sword Body", perfectly matching his Dao path.
At this moment, the Sword Qi and tribulation energy around him madly meld, flowing along his meridians into limbs and bones, tempering every inch of muscle fiber.
Under the stone platform, the Purgatory Evil Qi flows like abyss stream, endlessly absorbed into his body, transforming into nourishment for cultivation of Secret Technique.
Clang clang clang!
Countless Sword Qi suddenly contract, like butterflies through flowers, shuttling across his body, converging into dense Sword Patterns, resonating with the tiger pattern at his brow.
Amidst swirling tribulation clouds, the colossal tiger phantom behind him suddenly opens its eyes.
"Condense!"
A silent tiger roar vibrates the void, instantly absorbing all Sword Qi and Purgatory Evil Qi, gradually evolving into an incomparably profound domain.
The aura around him surges sharply, yet immediately internalizes, leaving only a faint layer of tribulation light winding around his form.
Qu Ma slowly opens his eyes, secretly sighing:
"The Dao Domain condensation at last is perfected at the first level."
"This Purgatory, indeed is a cultivation treasure trove for me."
A hundred years ago, when his cultivation first formed in Pan Wu Realm, he experienced nine rotations, perfected the Tribulation Fate Dao Principle, ventured into Spirit Realm.
Following his master’s recommendation, he sought this Purgatory Sea for cultivation.
Throughout this century, he sought many rare treasures, using the sword array to suppress evil qi, nurturing his Daoist Body.
Not only perfecting the "Ten Directions Refining Tribulation and Destiny Sword Body" at the first level, condensing Dao Domain, but his cultivation has steadily neared Divinity Transformation Perfection, reaping substantial benefits.
Qu Ma raises his hand for a wave, the Sword Patterns around him vanish, intending to close his eyes to meditate, stabilizing the recently broken-through realm—
Buzz—
An inexplicable sensation abruptly arises from deep within his Divine Soul, carrying faint familiar yet strange illusion Dao Rhymes.
"Is this Ping An?"
His heart stirs, Divine Thought instantly spreads yet soon frowns:
"No! Though the aura is familiar, it’s more innocent, it’s not Ping An."
His form moves, like a specter exiting the sword array, speeding towards the southeast of the sea according to the sensation.
Wherever he goes, lurking Nether demon beasts are all intimidated by the tribulation fate pressure emanating from him, trembling and daring not to move.
...
At this moment, above the southeast sea surface, two escape lights are fiercely clashing, the disturbance shaking the heavens and earth.
The roaring sound of mana collisions resonating the sky, with every gesture dispersing thousands of waves, stirring a towering surge.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom rumble!
On the left, within the escape light, a man dons a fiery Daoist Robe, wielding a blazing spear in hand.
The spear tip glimmers with resplendent gold-red fire, like a blazing sun hanging over the sea surface.
Grand Sun Dao Principle cascades forth, burning the surrounding void into twisted distortion, even churning black water evaporates into endless white mist.
Whoosh~~~
Air currents violently shake, stirring scorching waves that sweep across all directions.
The other escape light is a woman in blue attire, surrounded by pale purple illusion mist, evolving boundless illusions.
Mountains and rivers, pavilions and towers, countless phantoms circulate around her.
Sometimes merging into the void, sometimes differentiating into thousands, mysterious and uncanny techniques make it difficult to discern real from fake.
Yet under the blazing spear’s burn, all illusions melt like snow, and every one vanishes!
As the spear sweeps horizontally, golden flames surge like a Fire Wall crashing forward.
The woman in blue cannot evade, akin to crashing into an immense southern mountain, stumbling backward repeatedly, spewing fresh blood staining her clothes.
Forced to fight and retreat, using illusions to cover, fleeing desperately.
In moments, transitioning over ten thousand miles of sea area, terrifying mana tears the sky, distorting space.
Gale whistling, waves towering.
Sea water a thousand feet high, not knowing weighing millions or billions of tons, lifted by mana, crashing down upon the sea surface, raising an endless water curtain.
The sea surface frantically churns, waves roaring like fierce beasts, spreading to all directions, even distant reefs are shattered by the impact.
Gurgle~~~
Countless bubbles rise from the sea floor, countless sea beasts scatter and flee from the depths.
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