I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 807: 350: Three layers of Immortal Tribulation, rest

Chapter 807: Chapter 350: Three layers of Immortal Tribulation, restart the task _2

Endless lightning, carrying an aura that devoured the world and shattered everything, struck Wei Saint’s body.

A terrifying radiance swallowed him whole.

The aura surged, sweeping in all directions.

At the edge of Age Candle Lake, Han Yi had already deactivated his Formless Fire Pupil, as continuing would surely result in injury.

At the sa ti, his body began to struggle against the expanding Thunder Tribulation, he quickly retreated and, on his retreat path, he also closed off his hearing, relying only on the most basic vision.

Within his vision.

The center of Ti Cycle Lake had transford into a world-destroying lightning realm.

At the outer edge of the Ti Cycle Domain in the mountain ranges, the Nascent Soul Cultivators had already retreated far away. Near Han Yi were only the powerful Spirit Transformation cultivators.

However, no one was paying attention to Han Yi at this mont. Everyone’s gazes were fixed on the churning sea of thunder, not missing a single change within it.

It took ten full breaths before the sea of thunder began to fade slowly.

The endless lightning began to shrink, and on top of Ti Cycle Mountain, the cluster of thunder was restored to its original state.

Seeing this, Han Yi’s deep pupils once again revealed a fla, under the Formless Fire Pupil, he instantly made out the figure that still stood proudly at the foot of the Ti Cycle Mountain.

Wei Saint.

At this mont, the white fan in his hand had changed colour and turned silver. The silver fan emanated an aura of a Half-Immortal Item.

Han Yi didn’t know much about Wei Saint. He only knew that this half-immortal stood nearly at the peak of all half-immortals in the Age Candle Immortal Mansion.

Looking at the fan now, it was undoubtedly his most crucial Half-Immortal Item.

With the silver fan in his hand, Wei Saint’s face did not have the slackness of having passed ninety-nine thunder tribulations, instead, it beca even more solemn.

A powerful aura surged from him, as heavy as a mountain. Behind him, a phantom erged.

This phantom was an ancient black book. As the book opened to the first page, mysterious black symbols floated up from the book, flew over to Wei Saint’s head, circulating into a wall of symbols.

At the sa mont.

The void rumbled, the sound didn’t seem to co from anywhere, but one could tell it ended at the wall of symbols.

The circled wall of symbols was imdiately shattered.

The Illusive Ancient Book behind Wei Saint flipped rapidly, countless black symbols flew out, quickly filling into the wall of symbols.

“Causality-less Divine Thunder.”

A few miles in front of Han Yi, a partially immortal cultivator nearby exclaid.

Han Yi furrowed his brows, even he didn’t know this na, it seed that his knowledge and experience were still lacking. Once he broke through Spirit Transformation and his privileges increased, he would have to spend more ti in Xuancang Palace.

After that mysterious ‘Causality-less Divine Thunder’, three other types of Divine Thunder struck Wei Saint. Han Yi couldn’t figure out their nature and simply morized their characteristics for now.

The last Divine Thunder directly pierced through the wall of symbols and struck Wei Saint, knocking him down and blasting him into Ti Cycle Lake, causing a huge splash.

However.

Wei Saint’s body rose even faster.

Imdiately afterwards.

A gentle glow shed from the condensed thunder, this ti, Wei Saint did not resist, but let it fall on himself.

In an instant.

A dazzling radiance, overflowing through his body, spreading the aura of Immortal Spirit.

Under this gentle radiance, Wei Saint’s Physical Body and Divine Soul were being reborn.

This was the light of Thunder Tribulation, at this mont, his Physical Body and Divine Soul’s transformation would ultimately beco the Immortal Body and Immortal Soul.

Just as this transformation had just begun.

On the Ti Cycle Mountain, under the thunder-light, above Wei Saint, phantom images started appearing.

Each phantom was so blurry that one couldn’t make out its features.

While he was being reborn in the glow, Wei Saint was perceiving his ascending destiny while tightly clenching the fan in his hand, his face beca even more serious.

The second round of the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, the Immortal Path Tribulation.

What he was about to face were the half-immortal cultivators who had fallen in the Immortal Tribulation.

It could be one, it could be ten, or even more. The number of phantoms that appeared was determined by the Immortal Tribulation based on the person undergoing the tribulation. In general, the more the number, the greater the potential of the tribulation crosser.

When the fifteenth phantom appeared, and there were no more additions, Wei Saint breathed a sigh of relief. This number was within his expectations.

He lightly flicked the fan in his hand, the silver fan turned black in an instant, and the aura of the fan rapidly increased, breaking through the Half-Immortal Item rank and firmly stepping into the Immortal Artifact category.

Han Yi wasn’t surprised, it was perfectly reasonable for the top half-immortal of the Age Candle Immortal Court to possess a true Immortal Artifact.

He was just amazed at the special quality of this fan. Three colors, three auras. This was a variable-grade, growable weapon similar to his own Returning Ruins Sword Array.

The gentle radiance of the Thunder Tribulation continued to modify Wei Saint’s body, making his body glow. At the mont his fan turned black, he had already dashed into the fully manifested phantoms.

In a blink of an eye, with a wave of the fan, it seed as the whole world collapsed. Space was crushed, a terrifying amount of Spirit Energy swept through the void, giving rise to endless murderous intent, spreading vast and far.

Fifty miles away, Han Yi stared at the battle unfolding beneath Ti Cycle Mountain. What he saw there was a startling battle.

The final result was not unexpected.

Or perhaps.

Given Wei Saint’s strength, his chances of successfully becoming immortal were almost ninety percent. It would be more unusual if sothing unexpected did happen.

Underneath the Ti Cycle Mountain, Wei Saint was coughing up blood. In his hand, the fan was riddled with nurous finger-sized holes, a result of a clash with the black fla from a three-legged fining pot held by one of the phantoms. He eventually dispersed the black flas and shattered the three-legged fining pot, but the black fan was seriously damaged as a result.