Chapter 1678: Chapter 0993 Dispelling the Fog Chapter 1678: Chapter 0993 Dispelling the Fog Chapter 0993: Dispersing the Fog
After the second impact, Zhang Baogang could no longer stabilize his body in ti and crashed into Dou Xiaojun’s Tribulation Force Field.
Heavenly Tribulation was already brewing the next Tribulation Thunder to strike down when Zhang Baogang suddenly intruded into the Tribulation Force Field and imdiately drew the attention of the Heavenly Tribulation.
Like an enraged bull, the Heavenly Tribulation did not pause for a mont and imdiately struck down the ready Tribulation Thunder.
The Tribulation Thunder split into two: one aiming at Zhang Baogang and the other at Dou Xiaojun on the ground.
Zhang Baogang, disoriented from the impact, couldn’t even control his own form when the sudden Tribulation Thunder brought him the greatest hit of his life, striking him right on top of his head.
Thankfully, he had a defensive jade talisman on him. When the Tribulation Thunder struck, the talisman activated, erecting a protective shield around him.
The shield tily blocked the Tribulation Thunder, but a trendous force still harshly slamd into Zhang Baogang.
Unable to control his body, Zhang Baogang fell from the sky like a bird struck by an arrow and heavily crashed to the ground, forming a deep crater.
Zhang Baogang felt several of his bones break; he didn’t even have the strength to stand. However, he knew that being in soone else’s Tribulation Force Field was not only provocative toward the person undergoing tribulation but would also greatly enrage the Heavenly Tribulation. If he didn’t want to suffer the punishnt from the Heavenly Tribulation, he must escape the Tribulation Force Field at the earliest. Even as he tried to flee, the Heavenly Tribulation would still target him, but if he could get away fast enough, he might endure fewer strikes.
Though he had good plans, executing them was not so easy.
Zhang Baogang tried several tis but could not manage to stand. He hastily stuffed a handful of dicinal pills into his mouth and drew a flying sword, gripping it tightly and desperately infusing it with True Essence, hoping it would lift him and escape the range of the Tribulation Force Field quickly.
However, before he could get the flying sword to rise, another Tribulation Thunder followed closely, this ti two separate bolts instead of one split into two.
Dou Xiaojun nearby almost went mad. Which son of a bitch didn’t know the rules of the Cultivation World? Bursting so recklessly into his Tribulation Force Field was clearly trying to kill him.
Dou Xiaojun wished he could lunge over and chop Zhang Baogang to pieces to relieve his rage, but he knew he was plunged into an unprecedented crisis. Killing Zhang Baogang would only quench his imdiate fury but wouldn’t solve the fundantal problem. He dared not waste a second, hurriedly grabbing his most treasured resources, hoping to withstand the ensuing Heavenly Tribulation.
But at this mont, whether for Dou Xiaojun or Zhang Baogang, doing anything was already too late…
Several miles outside the Tribulation Force Field, Qi Tian and Cheng Jianli had stopped. Each stood on their flying swords, looking towards the scene.
From their high vantage point, they could clearly see everything inside the Tribulation Force Field, especially the shifts in the Heavenly Tribulation, which alard them.
If initially, the Heavenly Tribulation had a rhythm in its thunder strikes, now completely angered, it had lost all rhythm, striking more and more frequently, randomly, and powerfully like it cost nothing.
Soon after, the entire Tribulation Force Field turned into a bright silvery white, brimming with Tribulation Thunders, lighting up the landscape for tens of miles, and both Zhang Baogang and Dou Xiaojun were completely engulfed by the Tribulation Thunder. From the looks of it, unless the two had miraculous abilities, tomorrow would mark the anniversary of their death.
Qi Tian silently watched everything unfold and didn’t say a word from start to finish, his expression remaining unchanged. After a mont, he turned away and continued flying forward on his flying sword.
Cheng Jianli, accompanying Qi Tian, felt imnse upheaval in her heart. Her intuition told her that everything happening in Dou Xiaojun’s Tribulation Force Field was orchestrated by Qi Tian from the beginning. However, how these changes took place and how her annoying distant cousin accidentally crashed into Dou Xiaojun’s Tribulation Force Field, she hadn’t managed to detect. Such tactics, if used against her one day, would probably lead her to a confused and untily death like Zhang Baogang’s.
Cheng Jianli’s reverence for Qi Tian grew even more. Although she had never planned to betray Qi Tian after deciding to follow him, that didn’t an she had much reverence for him before. Now, it was a different story entirely.
While Qi Tian and Cheng Jianli spectated, the Transporting Whirlwind had already brought the ghostly faces back, who appeared very excited; it had been a long ti since they had sensed the presence of living beings and started clamoring within the Heavenly Dao Engine.
Qi Tian rely shifted his mind slightly, and a trendous oppressive force enveloped each ghostly face. Suddenly reminded of the terror of being brutally punished by Qi Tian in the past, they imdiately quieted down, curling up together as docile as quails.
Qi Tian continued to fly forward with Cheng Jianli. The grand competition held in the Holy Land provided no maps for these outsiders; everything within the secret realm had to be explored independently, and whether they could find any opportunities was entirely reliant on their luck.
Qi Tian was now mostly sure of which direction to fly to find good opportunities, but he soon realized sothing—the direction he chose was correct, but the places he currently flew over had no opportunities for him to encounter.
It wasn’t that opportunities had never existed here; on the contrary, there were plenty of them and of good quality too, but all these opportunities had been taken by others, leaving only traces of their presence for Qi Tian to detect, yet unattainable, prompting him only to sigh in longing.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye, Qi Tian and Cheng Jianli had flown over three thousand miles, never once stopping, continuously flying until they landed on the ground at night.
Given their physical conditions, it wasn’t necessary for them to rest at night, but Qi Tian chose to do so anyway—he wanted to use the night to think thoroughly about which direction to fly the next day.
Flying like during the dayti was definitely not an option; along the way either encountering others undergoing tribulation or arriving at locations where the opportunities had already been swept clean, leaving nothing for him.
This situation was manageable for a day or two, but if it continued indefinitely, by the ti the grand competition in the Holy Land ended, he would end up empty-handed, gaining nothing.
He had to change this situation; he couldn’t keep following in others’ wake, eating dust. He needed to be ahead, feasting on substantial opportunities to satisfy his hunger.
Qi Tian and Cheng Jianli sat opposite each other, Qi Tian briefly shared his observations with Cheng Jianli, asking her to help him co up with ideas.
All day long, Cheng Jianli had wondered why Qi Tian kept flying forward, never willing to land, and now she finally understood what was going on.
Qi Tian’s thod of making judgnts wasn’t sothing Cheng Jianli delved into; whatever Qi Tian said, she believed unerringly. After thinking hard, she expressed, “It would be good if we could get a map.”
Qi Tian responded discontentedly, “That’s obvious.”
Cheng Jianli quickly said, “Sir, don’t be hasty, just give so ti to analyze this for you.”
“Alright, go ahead,” Qi Tian said.
Cheng Jianli continued, “Although we don’t have a map, it doesn’t an that others don’t have one.”
“I’ve thought of that too,” said Qi Tian, “but even if so people have maps, those with them are probably the young talents from the Holy Land. Their entry points into the secret realm are different from ours. We haven’t t them so far; how can we possibly get a map from them?”
Cheng Jianli said, “Sir, you are overlooking sothing. Are the young talents from other places devoid of maps just because those from the Holy Land have them?”
A thought struck Qi Tian, he quickly urged her, “Continue, please.”
Cheng Jianli explained, “I just had a sudden insight, leading to the following idea.
Sir, have you considered one thing? The grand competition in the Holy Land isn’t over yet; based on the tiline, it should be the mid-to-late stage, but why have so many people chosen this ti to undergo tribulation to beco Nascent Soul Masters?
Logically, aren’t all the young talents who enter the secret realm doing so to acquire the opportunity to advance to Nascent Soul Masters? Human nature dictates that everyone wants the best resources to increase their chances of successful tribulation, and thus, make their path as Nascent Souls smoother.
But why are there still so many who forsake the possibility of gaining better chances and choose to undergo tribulation at this ti?
Like , say no more, purely because I feel you have the ans to help successfully tribulate, as opposed to when I’m alone in the future, facing failure.
There must be others like , either for self-preservation or so other reasons, who choose to undergo tribulation at this ti. There should be quite a few such persons, but definitely not all of them. If not for these reasons, what else could it be for?”
Cheng Jianli’s words struck like a thunderbolt, clearing the fog in Qi Tian’s mind.
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