192: Chapter 191 Bifeng, the Mark of Heavenly Tribulation

"Phew!"

Everyone let out a sigh of relief, Qingling and Bai Yuekui almost stumbling from panic, as anxiety makes one blind, completely ignoring Ye Qingxuan's strength and Foundation.

As an Innate Human Race, if he couldn't even get past the Yin Fire Tribulation, then Goddess Nuwa's five-colored soil would be too subpar, let alone—

Master Yuanxin also snapped back to his senses and couldn't help muttering: "Damn, this old Daoist almost forgot that Qingxuan has mastered several Tiangang Divine Power, and if he really couldn't hold on, he could dodge at any time! Did this old Daoist worry for nothing?!"

Everyone: "..."

Celestial Master Zhang's face turned dark: "You old Daoist Yuanxin, why didn't you say so earlier!!"

All the Sect Heads stared at Master Yuanxin with ill intent, especially Master Yuanxin's fellow senior and junior apprentice brothers, and even the future grand-disciple Wangchen wanted to beat up this future grandmaster first.

The future is the future, but right now, this lady is still Master Wangchen!

Master Yuanxin felt guilty and was too embarrassed to talk back, especially when looking at Qingling's reproachful gaze, as well as the silent accusation in the eyes of his disciple's other wife.

"Ahem, keep watching, the Bi Feng Tribulation is coming!"

This time, everyone put their minds at ease and quietly watched Ye Qingxuan Undergoing Tribulation.

Beneath the tribulation clouds—

Ye Qingxuan's mind was clear and serene, with all his attention focused on the changes happening within his body, as well as the increasingly clear sense of calamity from the depths of the Void Realm.

Bi Feng had arrived.

Formless and intangible, colorless and odorless, it quietly poured into the body from the cultivator's crown aperture.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan only felt an indescribable chill and a sense of detachment rising from the depths of his Primordial Spirit.

Wherever this wind passed, his internal organs felt as if they were being pierced and stirred by countless fine ice needles.

His Dantian and Qi Sea, the source of his magic power, began to melt rapidly like ice and snow thrown onto a branding iron.

The three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints across his body felt as though countless files were scraping and grinding them simultaneously, attempting to erode and annihilate his Foundation bit by bit.

Even more terrifying was the erosion of his Primordial Spirit.

The wind penetrated his Physical Body and blew directly onto his Primordial Spirit, bringing a sense of decomposition and dissipation originating from the Origin of life.

Even with the Primordial Spirit robe protecting him, Ye Qingxuan's Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits began to sway unceasingly, his consciousness like a flickering candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.

Bi Feng, the wind of fatal destruction! It was even more terrifying than the Yin Fire.

Ever since the Acquired cultivation method came into the world, one in hundreds of millions could trigger the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, and not a single person dared to use their true Physical Body to withstand both the fire tribulation and wind tribulation head-on.

Even in the era of the Innate cultivation method, those who forcefully shook off the Yin Fire and Bi Feng were few and far between, and all of them were now masters of great divine abilities.

The Tiangang Divine Power and Earthly Fiend divine abilities were precisely created by those masters of great divine abilities for this very reason.

Ascending to the heavens in a single step and attaining eternal vision were right before their eyes, so who would be willing to risk total obliteration of body and soul?

However, whether it was the heavenly thunder tempering his Physical Body or the Yin Fire training his will, Ye Qingxuan had faced them head-on. Although he experienced life and death, he also reaped a great Opportunity for a thorough transformation.

This disaster of Bi Feng tempering his Primordial Spirit similarly could not be let go.

Dodging it was naturally simple, but it might also mean missing the most crucial baptism.

"Come on, let this poor Daoist witness this so-called wind of fatal destruction!"

With a low shout, Ye Qingxuan not only failed to resist with magic power, but instead completely opened up his defenses, actively guiding the formless Bi Feng to circulate throughout his entire body and even his Sea of Consciousness.

"Hiss hiss..."

As if icy water had fallen into boiling oil, his Physical Body became transparent and illusory at a rate visible to the naked eye, his flesh and blood dissolving away;

His Primordial Spirit dimmed, and the Xiaoyao Great Dao drained from his body, collapsing at a single touch like a sandcastle washed by the tide.

An unspeakable pain instantly overwhelmed all perception; it was a torture more painful than death by a thousand cuts, reaching straight to the essence of life.

Every single instant felt like undergoing thousands of cycles of Reincarnation within Hell.

"Arghhh!!!!"

Even with the willpower Ye Qingxuan had forged by withstanding lightning and fire head-on, he couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Qingxuan!!" Master Yuanxin could no longer sit still. No matter what his disciple faced, he had always maintained a calm expression with everything under control; now that he was actually crying out in pain, one could well imagine how agonizing it was.

Qingling and Bai Yuekui almost rushed out, but fortunately, Wangchen was quick-eyed and fast-handed, stopping the two of them.

Qingming, Qingyun, and the others wanted to stop them too, but an array of Void Returners against two Body Integration stage masters? Stop joking, they would just be treated like speed bumps!

After all, Wangchen only possessed a Divine Soul and lacked a Physical Body, so she couldn't hold them back for long. She could only use their titles to calm them down: "Two Mistresses, calm down, look!"

I saw that amidst the Bi Feng, Ye Qingxuan's illusory and about-to-disperse figure still maintained a wisp of undying spiritual light.

Regardless of his flesh dissolving and his Primordial Spirit decomposing, a burst of vitality always erupted from the deepest part of his body, rapidly repairing and reorganizing it!

That was the undying spiritual light uniquely belonging to Innate living beings, or perhaps an Acquired living being who cultivated to become a Golden Immortal could also nurture their own undying spiritual light.

Under the blowing of the Bi Feng, the potential of his Physical Body as an Innate Human Race was completely unleashed.

The Innate Human Race were born as Heavenly Immortals; how could the Bi Feng of a mere Ascension Tribulation blow away Ye Qingxuan?

Amidst the cycle of decomposition and recombination, his Primordial Spirit had all its yin qualities purged, its essence sublimating into pure yang, and its connection with his Physical Body becoming completely integrated.

This was the Innate Yang Spirit. From inside to outside, Ye Qingxuan was now identical to the Innate Human Race created by Goddess Nuwa, except for a slight difference in cultivation base.

Upper Realm—

Mansion of the Three Zhenjun Mao

"Wuliang Tianzun! Is this fucking the rudiment... of an indestructible body across ten thousand kalpas?!!!"

"How is this possible! He just survived the wind calamity!"

"Why would it not be possible? Having already passed the three calamities of thunder, fire, and wind, he already possesses the immortal rudiment of a Daluo."

"Withstanding the three calamities head-on is this awesome? Had this poor Daoist known earlier, I would have..."

"Give me a break, with your Foundation, if you really withstood the three calamities head-on, this old Daoist would have to burn paper money for you every year!"

A group of ascended old fellows from the Shangqing Sect engaged in a fierce collision of words, filled with shock and envy.

Emperor Haotian and the Queen Mother of Yaochi also wore looks of joy; the Heavenly Court was about to have yet another Daluo.

Those powerful beings who were originally just watching out of curiosity also had their gazes tinged with solemnity and exclamation.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of Huoyundong all laughed with satisfaction; the Human Race was about to gain another Daluo.

Patriarch Minghe, on the other hand, wore a foul expression because he had almost been ganged up on on account of Ye Qingxuan. However, he didn't do anything either; with that group of people protecting him, Ye Qingxuan would sooner or later grow to his level.

Beyond the Heavens, within the Shangqing Heaven—

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao watched Ye Qingxuan Undergoing Tribulation, waved his hand to throw out a few items, which headed straight for the Lower Realm.

Beneath the Heavenly Tribulation—

The Bi Feng blowing against Ye Qingxuan's body and Primordial Spirit was actually like a gentle breeze brushing his face, absorbed by the Dao rhyme circulating around his body, transforming into a pure force of creation to nourish his form.

"Hum——!"

The Yin Wind Tribulation had passed!

Master Yuanxin wore a solemn expression: "Next is the final layer!"

Celestial Master Zhang: "I just wonder whose imprint it will be?"

Wang Songxi: "Unclear, anyway three of them can't escape."

"Indeed, this poor Daoist thinks so too!"

Clearly, everyone knew in their hearts which three it definitely must be.

The purplish-golden tribulation clouds began to churn and brew, and after a long time—

Bang! A purple thunderbolt struck down, just like that.

Ye Qingxuan was struck until smoke billowed from his entire body, knocked down to the ground with cracks spread all over his body.

"What the heck?"

Is the ninth layer this outrageous?

But a moment later, Ye Qingxuan felt that having this level of power all along wouldn't be bad either.

Looking at the figures appearing before him in the Heavenly Tribulation, that outrageously powerful thunderbolt just now felt more like a greeting from the Heavenly Tribulation to him.

Eight figures with completely different expressions made Ye Qingxuan's scalp go a bit numb.

"Eight? You really think highly of me?!"

The onlookers were even more ecstatic, because those were—