Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 222: The Merciless Heavenly Tribulation

Nezha stirred the Gang Wind with the iron sword in his hand, turning the sword’s shadow into a nine-tailed white flood dragon coiling around him. The dragon scales collided with the golden wind, bursting out dazzling light.

However, within just three breaths, the white flood dragon dissipated with a mournful cry, and cracks appeared on the blade.

But at that mont of intense agony, Nezha suddenly sensed sothing unusual.

When a strand of golden wind brushed across his forehead, an ancient Dao trace was left on the bleeding wound.

Fortunately, his primordial spirit had been soaked in the spring of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs, making it incredibly condensed. Through the wall of the Mud Ball Palace, he could see the golden pattern. If it were the unstable Shen Gongbao, even at the Golden Immortal Realm, he would see nothing.

Could it be that this golden pattern bore the golden Gang Wind?

Such a complex Dao pattern, if one wished to comprehend it, it would take more than a hundred years.

But in this dire mont, Nezha made an extrely bold decision - to focus all his mind on this Dao pattern.

"Nezha!"

Even the knowledgeable Zi Chen was startled by the sight, but she soon noticed that Nezha had entered a mysterious Entering Dao Realm.

Zi Chen was even more shocked, thinking:

When he crossed the heavenly tribulation back then, was it the sa? Could he truly be comparable to him?

At the critical mont of enlightennt, the Gang Wind suddenly turned blood-red!

Nezha’s vision was filled with illusions: the samurais of the Flying Tiger Army he slaughtered at the Nuwa Temple turned into vengeful spirits grasping his limbs; the inner core he had seized from Li Gen by the Qiankun Ring at the seaside suddenly erupted with poisonous fire in his Sea of Consciousness.

Cause and effect backlash, the power of the tribulation wind surged trendously!

Nezha’s brows furrowed tightly, karmic fire burned his heart, and lightning brought up the cause and effect. Now, life and death hung by a thread. It was impossible to think of a solution in such a short ti; he could only rely on his physical strength to resist!

The golden blade of wind swept through the sky, slashing from south to north in a flash, even shaving off the mountain peaks out of nowhere.

The Yunshan Sect mbers cried out in terror, dodging the broken tree branches above them. The third elder, however, stood motionless, looking up at the blue sky, allowing the wind-blown leaves to fall on his hair and clothes.

"Just now, that gust of wind could have taken my life."

He thought to himself, but for so reason, his heart was filled with unparalleled joy.

"To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening."

...

As for Nezha, in the midst of a crisis, the golden Gang Wind suddenly shrunk. Before the tribulation clouds above his head could disperse, the Gang Wind in front of him vanished without a trace.

Looking at his palm, a golden ancient character slowly faded, and faintly, chaos qi scattered.

The Qiankun Ring above his head descended, accompanying him in undergoing the tribulation.

The scars left by the thunder tribulation on the ring now turned into a circle of magnificent cloud patterns, it was unclear whether the tribulation mark was originally like this or if it was the treasure’s destined fortune.

Nezha’s face was pale at this mont, covered in blood, yet the aura he emitted had never been so powerful.

He clenched his fist, feeling the golden spiritual sense originally spreading throughout his body now covered in a layer of white light. Guided by the white light, it flowed through his body like blood into the most minute places, and the cycles of cause and effect in the world unraveled a scroll before his eyes. Every word and action seed to incite infinite changes.

"Is this the Golden Immortal Realm?"

He asked himself inwardly, but Zi Chen seldom praised, "It’s truly amazing that you could perceive the essence of this golden Gang Wind tribulation in the tribulation clouds and actively disperse it."

"Just luck."

Luck was rely Nezha’s modesty; he had a feeling at that ti that he would understand that Lei Jie Dao trace before he died.

"Hurry to Xiqi to see my uncle-master."

"Having just refined the Innate Qi to achieve Golden Immortal, shouldn’t you adjust your state first? Your injuries aren’t light, and your strength is less than thirty percent now."

As it turned out, that white light was Innate Qi.

Nezha laughed, "If I go any later, and Zhang Guifang really breaks into the city and slaughters, I’m afraid my uncle-master will be brought out by Ji Fa for execution."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and clouds shifted again.

Nezha was taken aback, and his earlier heroism vanished without a trace.

If there were a terrifying fourth tribulation, he would indeed die here.

But he looked up in puzzlent to see the originally dense tribulation clouds above his head begin to churn violently like satin crumpled by an invisible giant hand, with a line of heavenly light gleaming from the center.

That light, which was initially as fine as a needle, soon transford into thousands of strands of golden mist, shredding the remaining electric snakes into tiny sparks.

The edges of the clouds also glowed like glazed glass, falling like lting ice crystals, dispersing into fragrant mist before touching the ground.

Clearly, the tribulation clouds had begun to dissipate.

On the scorched earth burnt by the thunderfire beneath his feet, all things turned to ash, leaving only a charred deadwood still standing upright.

His thoughts stirred, and he looked south, only to see, on a mountain peak not far away, a vortex of black clouds ford, and the recently cald primordial qi of heaven and earth beca violent again.

"What is this?"

"So lucky or unlucky guy, underprepared, but had an epiphany watching you undergo tribulation, and now started his own."

Although Nezha had himself endured a heavenly tribulation, he had never seen anyone else undergo one, so he suggested watching it first, and Zi Chen had no objection.

He saw dozens of God Absorption Realm cultivators suddenly fly towards another mountain peak with escape techniques. The elderly man within the thunderclouds also bowed to him from afar.

Although he didn’t know what was going on, he bowed back, wishing the other success.

As he watched the electric snakes dancing within the tribulation clouds, Nezha frowned more and more, and eventually couldn’t hold back, saying, "Zi Chen, why is his heavenly tribulation so weak, this is not fair."

"In my opinion, it’s very fair. Although this heavenly tribulation is the most ordinary one, the man’s strength is far from its peak, his preparations are inadequate, and his body is weak. A few bolts of lightning are enough to turn him into ashes."

Zi Chen’s vision surpassed Nezha’s.

Indeed, the thunderbolts were only nine in total. The third elder of Yunshan Sect withstood the first eight bolts, but after a scream, he was bitten by an electric snake and turned to bones.

As the third elder t his end, the disciples on the adjacent mountain peak of Yunshan Sect were deeply grieved. The younger junior sister, usually most sentintal, already burst into tears.

Nezha was curious about who they were as well. Using Earth Style, he flew over, only to find that most of the cultivators present were of low strength, barely capable of performing Five Elents Escape Technique, so even inferior to his family’s Lv Zhu’er.

"Disciple of the sixth generation of Wutou Mountain’s Yunshan Sect, Helan Ren, greets the senior!"

The senior brother Helan Ren knelt to the ground with a thud, and the disciples, still in shock, followed suit.

Only the younger junior sister, crying her heart out, didn’t seem to notice Nezha’s arrival.

With the third elder’s death, the leadership naturally fell to Helan Ren, who had the earliest entry, highest talent, and greatest cultivation among them.

Although he was unprepared, he had subconsciously shouldered the responsibility of being the senior brother.

Glancing around, he saw that the senior as described by a junior sister indeed looked astonishingly young.

But it was not unusual for cultivators, with their long lifespans and techniques for maintaining youthful appearances, to look younger than their actual age.

"Yunshan Sect?"

Nezha had never heard of it and did not know their strength, so he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Reporting to the senior, we followed our master into the mountain to gather spiritual dicine."

Seeing the ’Dutchman’ before him, who seed to be over thirty calling him senior, made Nezha uncomfortable.

He gestured dismissively, "Just call Nezha. I can’t bear being called a senior. A few more years, and I’ll be barely twenty."

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