49: Chapter 49 The Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation: No Escape!

Under the pressure of internal and external troubles, Zhao Yi suddenly found himself at a loss.

He was like a leaf, drifting in a vast ocean composed of Lesser Strange Demons.

The constant charging and biting of the Lesser Strange Demons left Zhao Yi's flesh mangled.

The Golden Core within his body had been compressed to its limit, with only a speck of golden light shrinking into the center of his Dantian.

Just when Zhao Yi thought he was truly finished,

The Golden Core, compressed to the extreme, suddenly exploded.

Dazzling golden light radiated from Zhao Yi's Dantian,

The many Lesser Strange Demons surrounding him were directly dissolved by the golden light.

"Ji ji ji..."

The endless Lesser Strange Demons screeched, but not a single one dared to approach Zhao Yi.

The golden light came quickly and vanished just as fast.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it disappeared.

Zhao Yi also recovered from the blank state,

"Is this a Nascent Soul?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"My Golden Core was so large, yet the formed Nascent Soul is so small?"

It turned out that in the center of Zhao Yi's Dantian, a soybean-sized little figure was sitting cross-legged with eyes closed,

breathing in Golden Core Power and exhaling a greenish-yellow airflow.

"Nascent Soul Power?"

With a thought, a trace of greenish-yellow power appeared at Zhao Yi's fingertips, causing the nearby Lesser Strange Demons to scream.

"Beasts, so you have moments of fear too."

Zhao Yi flicked his finger, and the Nascent Soul Power pierced through countless Lesser Strange Demons, disappearing into the depths of the mine.

As Zhao Yi formed his Nascent Soul, the weather at the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, which had been clear, suddenly changed drastically.

In just a few dozen breaths, a massive amount of dark clouds gathered.

These dark clouds grew more numerous and darker, with thunder and lightning flashing within, yet not a single drop of rain fell.

In the third level of the mine.

Dozens of Cultivators were swinging their hoes.

The sounds of "bang bang bang" rose and fell one after another.

Crash~

"It's through! It's through!"

"We've finally dug through."

"Quick, go inform Immortal Master Bai that we've dug through the third level of the mine."

Many Cultivators cheered; having not rested for three days and nights, they were nearly driven mad.

But before three seconds of joy had passed, swarms of Lesser Strange Demons surged out,

The slow-reacting Cultivators were instantly devoured, reduced to white bones.

The Cultivators who were lucky enough to escape were scared out of their wits, scrambling to run out of the mine.

A moment later, Bai Yunping received the news.

"The mine is dug through?"

"There are demons?"

Bai Yunping's first reaction was that Zhao Yi was causing trouble.

On the way to the True Monarch's Station at the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, looking at the black clouds in the sky, Bai Yunping's hair stood on end; his bodily instinct told him to leave quickly.

"You don't need to come."

"I already know."

"Quickly notify the Cultivators at the mine to leave; the black clouds in the sky are suspected to be tribulation clouds."

Before Bai Yunping even arrived, Ye Qingyang's voice sounded in his ear.

"Tri... tribulation cloud?"

"This is a tribulation cloud?"

Bai Yunping was stunned by this news.

How large was the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine?

It was at least six hundred li.

A tribulation cloud stretching six hundred li?

What kind of tribulation is this? Could it be the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation?

Bai Yunping went numb, then fled from the tribulation cloud like crazy.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingyang was already inside the third level of the mine.

"Strange, who is Undergoing Tribulation near the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine?"

"Whatever, I'll deal with this scourge first."

Looking at the layers upon layers of Lesser Strange Demons, he sneered, "Zhao Yi, such petty tricks are useless against a Nascent Soul like me."

"The Lesser Strange Demons are cursed and cannot leave the Spirit Stone Mine at all. As long as I block the exit, you'll have nowhere to run."

"Come out, I can give you a quick death..."

"Quick... Quick death my foot."

Zhao Yi's voice echoed in the mine; the fact that it could be heard meant he wasn't far from the exit.

Ye Qingyang was overjoyed,

"You finally can't hold back anymore."

With a flick of his robe, he entered the mine,

Casually slapping to death the Lesser Strange Demons that approached him, Ye Qingyang appeared very composed.

When his feet touched the ground and Ye Qingyang saw the situation in the third level's main mine shaft, he didn't hesitate for a second and turned to run back toward the exit,

not even bothering with the Lesser Strange Demons crawling on him.

"You really know how to court death; how did you provoke these two ancestors?"

It turned out that in the main mine shaft, Zhao Yi was fighting two White-Headed Lesser Strange Demons.

It was also Zhao Yi's own fault; why did he have to show off for no reason?

After forming his Nascent Soul, he should have just left the mine quietly, but he insisted on flicking a wisp of Nascent Soul Power to test its strength.

That test brought trouble,

he got entangled by these two Lesser Strange Demons—he couldn't kill them, couldn't run away, and on top of that, the Lightning Tribulation was drawing closer.

Zhao Yi was going crazy.

"Brothers, the Lightning Tribulation is coming down soon; if you keep clinging to me like this, you'll get dragged into it too."

Unfortunately, these two Lesser Strange Demons had the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage but lacked the corresponding intelligence.

They just kept pestering Zhao Yi, putting whatever they caught of him into their mouths.

In a short time, Zhao Yi had already lost several chunks of flesh.

"These two beasts want to eat me alive!"

Zhao Mo brandished the great sumeru treasure hoe, his back against the mine wall, giving these two Lesser Strange Demons no opportunity.

"I wonder if hiding in the mine can block the Lightning Tribulation."

Zhao Yi had another thought.

At the same time, Ye Qingyang also escaped from the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine.

"Damn it, who exactly is Undergoing Tribulation?"

"That little thief escaped disaster again."

Boom!

Dazzling lightning struck the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine directly.

Ye Qingyang, outside the Lightning Tribulation, was completely bewildered.

"This Lightning Tribulation is crazy; why is it striking the Void Realm?"

In the third level of the mine, the two Lesser Strange Demons that were originally entangling Zhao Mo suddenly bristled and then retreated frantically.

They were very fast, but no matter how fast they were, they weren't faster than lightning.

Boom!

A cluster of lightning suddenly exploded within the mine, its target being Zhao Yi.

"Damn!"

Completely caught off guard, Zhao Yi was struck directly, and his whole body instantly became charred.

The Lesser Strange Demons surrounding Zhao Yi also suffered, and the entire area turned scorched black.

The power of the Lightning Tribulation finally made all the Lesser Strange Demons retreat, but it was hard on Zhao Yi because Spells could not be used inside the mine.

"These beasts have ruined me."

Lightning lit up the entire mine again; Zhao Yi's steps were heavy, but the mine exit was right before his eyes.

Boom!

The hundred-meter-deep mine had also become Zhao Yi's ordeal; for every distance he ascended, he had to withstand the Lightning Tribulation.

"This is the twentieth lightning bolt."

One of Zhao Yi's hands finally reached out of the mine.

Using his strength to flip out of the mine, Zhao Yi lay on the ground, looking at the tribulation clouds in the sky, unexpectedly feeling a bit relaxed.

Boom boom boom!

Once on the surface, it was as if the Lightning Tribulation 'saw' Zhao Yi; lightning bolts struck him one after another.

The charred Zhao Yi was now like a fish on a chopping block, constantly being hammered by the Lightning Tribulation.

"Protection Spell!"

Outside the mine, Zhao Yi's Spells could finally be used.

"Go!"

Tossing the great sumeru treasure hoe vertically above his head, Zhao Yi struggled to sit cross-legged.

With a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone in each hand, he needed to quickly recover his Nascent Soul Power.

The rumbling Lightning Tribulation all struck the great sumeru treasure hoe, each bolt leaving a golden lightning mark on the hoe's handle.

But the great sumeru treasure hoe could only reduce the power of the Lightning Tribulation, not completely intercept it, so quite a few lightning bolts still fell on Zhao Yi, making a crackling sound.

When Zhao Yi crawled out of the mine, Ye Qingyang finally realized it was Zhao Yi undergoing the tribulation.

"Hehe, a Death Cultivator actually trying to shatter the core and form a soul."

"Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation, ten thousand deaths and no life!"