88: Chapter 88 Nascent Soul True Monarch Zhao Mo

Boom, boom, boom.

Purple-red lightning descended from the sky.

Upon hitting the iron pillar that Zhao Mo had erected, it was instantly divided into clusters of lightning.

A crackling sound rang out across Zhao Mo's body.

"Whew~"

"Quite powerful; this is about the same as Ding Xin's Lightning Tribulation."

Zhao Mo was unscathed by the first Lightning Tribulation.

The Lightning Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Stage, also known as the Three-Nine Lightning Tribulation, consisted of groups of nine, totaling twenty-seven strikes in three sets.

The interval between the lightning strikes of each group was not very long, but there was still a gap of over a dozen breaths, which was much easier to handle than the continuous, non-stop Lightning Tribulation that Ding Xin had faced.

Boom.

Another Lightning Tribulation struck down.

The power was slightly greater, but Zhao Mo remained unmoved.

The third strike, the fourth strike...

Soon, Zhao Mo had passed the first set of the Lightning Tribulation.

In the distance, Tong Weiping nodded continuously,

"Junior Brother Zhao's cultivation base is so solid, it is rarely seen in the world. I wonder if it has anything to do with his cultivation once regressing to the Foundation Establishment Stage to recultivate. This Lightning Tribulation looks like it poses no pressure at all."

Then, the second set of the Lightning Tribulation arrived.

Zhao Mo began to utilize all his magic power.

Bolts of lightning danced in the sky.

The range of the tribulation clouds now covered a thousand miles.

The strongest state of the Three-Nine Lightning Tribulation was about to arrive.

"Nine more strikes."

Zhao Mo held the Iron Shovel in his hand.

"Grandpa, spare me, I'm going to be struck to death."

"Waaah, I want to go home~"

"Brother, Master, let me go."

A crisp voice rang out in the depths of Zhao Mo's heart; it was the voice of the Iron Shovel begging for mercy.

"What kind of joke is that?"

"As your master, you should naturally share the hardships with me; how could I let you go?"

Watching the Lightning Tribulation,

Zhao Mo held the Iron Shovel horizontally, letting it share a bit of the pressure from the Lightning Tribulation.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

The Iron Shovel continued to scream and shout.

But with that delicate voice, there was no sign of it actually dying.

With a boom.

Purple lightning struck and snapped all the iron pillars Zhao Mo had erected.

The remaining power struck the Iron Shovel, causing it to instantly fall silent.

"Oh crap, it didn't actually strike away its intelligence, did it?"

Zhao Mo hurriedly stored the Iron Shovel into his Dantian.

After a flash of light,

the second Lightning Tribulation arrived.

Having lost the buffer of the iron pillars, Zhao Mo was struck directly into a piece of charcoal, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Whew~"

"Five Elements Protective Spell."

Zhao Mo, who usually disdained cultivating Spells, had specifically learned this defensive Spell for the sake of this Three-Nine Lightning Tribulation.

He watched as five-colored light flowed around his body, forming a humanoid barrier that enveloped Zhao Mo within.

Boom.

The Lightning Tribulation struck the five-colored barrier; it only resisted for a single breath before shattering with a "pop" sound.

"What a load of crap, I despise you."

Zhao Mo felt as though he had been struck through and through, his whole body numb and sore.

He did not blame the immense power of the Lightning Tribulation but instead blamed the Spell, failing to realize that the Five Elements Protective Spell was merely a Golden Core-level Spell; how could it possibly withstand the Three-Nine Lightning Tribulation?

The fourth strike, the fifth strike...

The remaining six Lightning Tribulations fell one after another; this time, Zhao Mo held out until the eighth strike before collapsing.

As the final Lightning Tribulation struck, five-colored rays of light descended from the heavens, shining upon Zhao Mo, nourishing his injured body and restoring the magic power within him.

Although these five-colored rays of light did not shine for long, Zhao Mo felt as if he had returned to his fetal stage, carefree, without sorrow or joy, ignorant and fearless.

At this moment, it seemed as if only one person and one thought remained between heaven and earth; all disturbances and clamor had vanished into nothingness.

"Is this Unity of Heaven and Man?"

"Can someone really reach this Realm while still in the Nascent Soul Stage?"

Tong Weiping could hardly believe what he was seeing.

The Unity of Heaven and Man was a Realm that even Cultivators at the Mahayana Stage might not necessarily reach.

Although it was possible that Zhao Mo had only temporarily grasped the Unity of Heaven and Man, since there was a first time, who could say there wouldn't be a second?

"What a freak; are you the biological son of the Heavenly Dao? Why does it take such good care of you?"

Tong Weiping, whose own cultivation was quite profound, felt a bit jealous looking at Zhao Mo.

When ordinary people Undergo Tribulation, which one is not a heart-stopping affair? After surviving, they are either dead or at least stripped of a layer of skin. Unlike Zhao Mo, who had the five-colored light to restore his body first, and then entered the enlightened Realm of Unity of Heaven and Man.

One can only say that comparing people is infuriating.

This meditation of Zhao Mo's lasted for fourteen days.

One must know that his Lightning Tribulation only lasted three days.

"Many thanks, Senior Brother Tong."

Tong Weiping looked at Zhao Mo with a complex expression,

"Tell me honestly, is the Heavenly Dao your father?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing." Tong Weiping felt he had spoken out of turn and hurriedly tried to recover.

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhao for achieving the Nascent Soul and being ranked as a True Lord. Our Xuan Sect has gained another practitioner with the hope of immortality; this is truly a joyous and congratulatory occasion."

"You flatter me~"

Zhao Mo chuckled.

Upon achieving the rank of Nascent Soul True Lord, his Lifespan reached twelve hundred years, four hundred more than that of a Golden Core True Person.

Correspondingly, after Zhao Mo broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage, his experience points increased by another five hundred, reaching three thousand points.

【 Farmer: Zhao Mo 】

【 Cultivation: Nascent Soul Layer 1 (Insufficient experience, cannot upgrade.) 】

【 Experience Points: 1280 / 3000 】

【 Reward: None. 】

"No pressure." Zhao Mo said, looking at the System panel.

Logically, upon achieving the rank of Nascent Soul True Lord, Zhao Mo should report to the Xuan Sect and hold a Nascent Soul Dharma Assembly to share his cultivation experiences and Breakthrough insights with Disciples of lower cultivation, while also taking the opportunity to encourage these Disciples to Cultivate.

But before Zhao Mo could report to the Xuan Sect, he was interrupted by a massive event.

"What?"

"A large-scale Yao Beast tide is pouring in from the northwest?"

"Several countries have already been destroyed, with millions of the Human Race dead or injured?"

"How is this possible?"

"Isn't the northwest the territory of the Iron Sword Sect? How could there be Yao Beasts pouring in?"

When the practitioners of the Xuan Sect received this news, they were all stunned.

Yao Beasts are a type of monster without intelligence; unlike the ordinary Yao Race, they generally have massive Physical Bodies and follow the Law of the jungle, where the weak are prey to the strong.

However, because the Spiritual Qi of this world is thick, even these Yao Beasts that do not Cultivate the Heavenly Dao can have high strength comparable to the True Immortals of the Human Race, and there are not a few of them.

As the news became more and more certain, large groups of Xuan Sect practitioners began to head towards the northwest.

"Damn it, the northwest has always been the responsibility of the Iron Sword Sect; how could these Yao Beasts break through their defense and enter the territory of the Xuan Sect?"

"This is a crime on their part."

Tong Weiping, on the white cloud, had a livid expression, cursing the Iron Sword Sect the entire way.

"When you encounter those Yao Beasts, you must be careful; if you can't beat them, run."

"These Yao Beasts have thick skin and flesh; some even come with bizarre Divine Abilities. It's not shameful to run."

Tong Weiping instructed Zhao Mo.

In the sixty years since Zhao Mo began to Cultivate, this was the first time he had encountered such a large-scale invasion of Yao Beasts, and what worried Zhao Mo even more was that the Song State was also to the west of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

Hopefully, this beast tide hasn't spread to the Song State, right?

"Is, is this a Yao Beast?"

When he saw the first Yao Beast, Zhao Mo suspected he had entered the wrong scene. A gray turtle-like creature, over a dozen meters tall, was riding black mist and battling with several Golden Core True Persons of the Xuan Sect.

"This requires Ultraman, how are people supposed to fight this?"

Although the Spells of the Golden Core True Persons could make it scream and shout, the damage caused was clearly not high.

Facing such a Yao Beast for the first time, Zhao Mo did not dare to underestimate it; he took out the Iron Shovel and enlarged it directly to its limit.

Then, the Golden Core True Persons who were in the middle of the battle saw a black shadow descending from the sky, scaring them into hurriedly dodging.

With a bang, the Yao Beast that looked like a turtle had its shell and flesh flattened by Zhao Mo in one strike.

"It's over, I used too much force."

This Yao Beast looked big, but it only had the strength of the seventh layer of the Golden Core; Zhao Mo's full-strength strike naturally flattened it to death.

"Which Nascent Soul True Lord is this?"

"He has no discernment at all; we finally managed to surround this Rock-Armored Turtle, and now it's ruined~"

"Shh~"

"Do you not want your life anymore?"

The other companions hurriedly interrupted him.

"True Lord, please do not take offense, True Lord, please do not take offense; he did not mean it."