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第三千五百八十九章 聪明的天劫

Lin Xuan's face remained expressionless, devoid of any hint of amusement.

Theadvance advancement was too sudden this time, leaving Lin Xuan with no prior preparation. It could be said that he was scrambling to keep up.

However, this did not mean that Lin Xuan had no understanding of the difficulties involved in advancing to late-stage Tribulation Transcendence.

The bottleneck alone was one thing, but the tribulation itself was the most grueling part. Throughout history and across the three realms, countless prodigies had struggled for years before finally reaching this point. Unfortunately, many of them failed to become late-stage Tribulation Transcenders; they were consumed by the tribulations.

While it sounded absurd, ancient texts provided no exaggeration on the matter. Once humans embarked on the path of cultivation, they often faced countless hardships. The grand tribulation at late-stage Tribulation Transcendence was the final of the eighty-one trials. Crossing this hurdle not only brought significant strength gains but also allowed one to break free from the constraints of lifespan, achieving a life as long as heaven and earth.

The world had its own laws; immortality was something that all living beings yearned for. Yet, how many truly achieved it?

The terror of the tribulation was beyond description. Despite temporarily resolving the danger, such an achievement did not warrant celebration. More trials lay ahead before he could truly laugh in triumph.

With a loud rumble, myriad tribulation bolts descended from the void. These bolts were all greenish-blue, emitting threads of wind-elemental energy from their surfaces. They moved incredibly fast, encompassing all one hundred stone figures within an instant.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he waved his hands frantically. However, before his spells could be unleashed, the stone figures had already been bathed in the lightning. Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, his expression turning incredulous when he realized that his mental link with these stone figures was severed.

How was this possible?

Lin Xuan had faced countless tribulations, but such a bizarre scene had never occurred before. The stone figures hadn't been destroyed; why would their connection be cut off? This tribulation seemed almost sentient, bordering on intelligent.

An intelligent tribulation—such a concept wasn't mentioned in any ancient texts. Was he truly so unlucky?

However, dwelling on his frustration was useless now. These stone figures were no longer just out of control. Under the greenish-blue tribulations, they didn’t disintegrate; instead, their aura surged dramatically. They then turned their heads simultaneously.

A fierce aura emanated from them as they raised their long swords and large axes.

Sizzle…

The sound of tearing fabric filled his ears, followed by a series of sharp, piercing bolts of green light that shot towards Lin Xuan in dense clusters.

Using the enemy’s weapon against him. These stone figures, originally an aid to Lin Xuan, were now inexplicably controlled by the tribulation and turned on him.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan's expression soured. His spirit sank as he sighed and stomped his foot. The mana in his body surged visibly into a tortoise carved from the void.

Roar!

The mud-formed tortoise, despite its appearance, emitted a dazzling glow, seemingly coming to life. It carried Lin Xuan upward into the void.

Opening its mouth, it spat out a wave of light. This light was blinding and spread for several feet before dispersing into a pattern resembling Taiji and Bagua. It extended outward like a massive shield, protecting Lin Xuan within.

The Taiji light burst forth, exuding an enigmatic aura. In the next moment, the green bolts tore through the void, striking its surface with great force.

Though powerful, it was as if they had hit a stone wall, causing no ripples.

However, the tribulation’s attack wasn’t so simple. Seeing that ordinary attacks were ineffective, the stone figures suddenly lunged forward viciously.

They converged to form an enormous monster, still composed of stone but now at least ten times larger, towering over a hundred feet high. Its appearance was terrifying.

Even more astonishingly, it had nine heads and eighteen arms in the back. Each arm held a shimmering treasure that struck down towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan gaped in astonishment; this was eerily similar to his Nine Heavens Divine Net.

Was there some connection between them?

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan didn’t have time to ponder further. Although only one stone figure had grown larger, its combat power far exceeded the sum of its parts.

Especially now, each weapon it wielded was abnormally heavy. The force was immense; as they approached, they slammed down on the Taiji pattern with great ferocity.

Sizzle…

The sound made his teeth ache as the Taiji light flickered but soon reached its limit, shattering into nothingness.

The opponent, clearly not one to give up an advantage, continued to press forward. The enormous treasures were sent crashing towards Lin Xuan’s head.

Reacting swiftly, Lin Xuan leaped aside.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed as the giant tortoise couldn’t dodge and was smashed to pieces.

Simultaneously, "puff puff puff" sounds filled the air as several array flags flew out from the void. Unlike before, these flags now emitted no light but were dimmed to a near-extinction point. The Xuanwu True Spirit Formation had been completely broken.

Lin Xuan’s peril didn’t end there. After smashing the tortoise, the stone figure lunged at him again.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help but laugh and frown. This tribulation was truly interesting; did it really want to use his own spells to defeat him?

How often did such a thing happen in this world?

Before he could fully contemplate this, another rumble filled the air.

From the funnel-shaped vortex, countless red bolts descended. Unlike before, these bolts were all crimson.

Midway through their descent, they transformed into numerous crimson serpents. These creatures lunged after the stone figures and towards Lin Xuan.

"Hisss..."

Lin Xuan sucked in a cold breath. He couldn’t afford any complacency with such an attack. Raising his right hand, he rapidly changed his spells. As he moved, golden light erupted from behind him, brighter than the sun.

The Lesser Heavenly Realm Dharmic Form emerged.

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