At this mont, a shocking scene unfolded before them. The opponent punched towards the void, shattering it, and the Void Power surged backward, swallowing the great sun fire disaster alive.
"Oh my God... who is he, to extinguish two disasters with two punches?"
The cultivators from the Yin Yang Sect exclaid, unable to maintain their composure, their shock was unmistakable.
The Yin Yang Sect Leader and his beloved disciple Qing Zhantian exchanged glances, their eyes filled with horror. If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t believe such a situation could occur. Throughout the ages, every ascended cultivator in the Earth Immortal Realm has faced life-and-death experiences.
The situation before them made them feel as if all their knowledge was being profoundly challenged.
BOOM!
A loud rumbling sound echoed.
The third disaster, the Apocalyptic Catastrophe, the Destroying Immortal Divine Thunder was condensing.
Black lightning coursed and gathered into a dense mass of thunderbolts, covering the sky. Such a thunder disaster was extrely terrifying; for any tribulation-crossing cultivator, a thunder disaster was always very fearso.
Lin Fan still clenched his fist, throwing a punch. With a loud boom, the apocalyptic catastrophe was obliterated before it could even erupt.
In an instant.
All the observing cultivators almost knelt. Since ancient tis, no one had witnessed such a terrifying scene.
"Three punches, it really was three punches."
So cultivators began to beco muddled, their speech starting to stutter, and even so found their Dao hearts becoming unstable. After all, comparing oneself to others can easily cause trauma.
The apocalyptic catastrophe often hindered many tribulation-crossing cultivators from ascending. So could not withstand such trials and had to dissolve their bodies into scattered immortals, barely clinging to life.
The Yin Yang Sect Leader reminded, "Fellow Daoist, the three disasters have passed. Next cos the seven trials, which are said to be tribulations of body and mind. I hope Fellow Daoist will pay attention and not be confused by delusions."
"Alright, thank you for the reminder, Sect Leader," Lin Fan nodded calmly.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan found the environnt around him changing. He was now in a desolate post-apocalyptic city, the growling of zombies echoing in his ears.
Countless zombies staggered about, and once they saw Lin Fan, they all rushed at him in a frenzy.
Yet, Lin Fan wielded the Frostmourne, and crazed voices filled his mind: slay the zombies, and I will beco stronger; I will beco the strongest in the world.
Lin Fan shook his head, talking to himself.
"I hunt zombies not to beco stronger. I do it to rid the city of zombies and restore the world to its forr state. What nonsense are you spouting?"
In an instant, the surrounding illusion disappeared.
Yet he hadn’t returned to the altar; instead, he found himself in the Sunshine Shelter in Huangshi, surrounded by laughter and joy, with familiar faces appearing before him.
"Uncle Lin..."
Feifei and Tingting, each carrying a backpack and a loaf of bread, danced around Lin Fan like little elves.
"Ah, you’re all here." Seeing this situation, Lin Fan’s expression gradually changed, unable to maintain his composure, though his smile betrayed a sense of joy.
"Uncle Lin, the gift you promised to buy , I hope it’s not worksheets, because they are my least favorite. Don’t buy those, or else Feifei will be mad." Feifei bounced in front of Lin Fan, holding out her hand, her innocent smile filled with anticipation.
Lin Fan looked down at Feifei in front of him, sowhat stunned, "No, you’re not Feifei. The real Feifei is a sensible child. Although she dislikes worksheets, she would still happily accept any gift I gave her. You’re not, you’re not the real Feifei."
Suddenly, an image of Wei An appeared in Lin Fan’s mind.
"Uncle, carry on your back." The child Wei An nestled against Lin Fan’s back.
"Uncle... Uncle..."
The elderly Wei An softly called out on his deathbed.
Lin Fan closed his eyes. It’s all fake, all fake; everyone in Huangshi has disappeared, becoming nourishnt for the Secret Realm. I followed the path to the Cultivation World, accompanied Wei An for over a hundred years, and now I’ve co to the Earth Immortal Realm, searching for a way to bring you all back.
...
"Brother, is he experiencing the seven trials?"
Qing Wan looked at the motionless Lin Fan in shock. Monts ago, she saw him with his eyes closed, as if contemplating sothing.
Qing Zhanyang nodded, "Yes, he is experiencing the seven trials. Tribulations of body and mind are the scariest; each one is more real than the last and can even affect one’s ntal state. Do you rember the Frenzied Patriarch?"
"I rember, a madman from two hundred years ago who killed any cultivator he t and beca a public enemy of the Earth Immortal Realm. It was the Elder Sect Leader who had to step in to subdue him."
"That’s right. The Frenzied Patriarch was trapped during his ’Delusion Heart Tribulation’, unable to overco it, lost in the spiritual world, unable to see the true world. In his spiritual world, cultivators had beco sothing else entirely."
Qing Zhanyang knew so trials in the seven were particularly frightening.
The impact on the spirit was terrifying, easily turning a person into a lunatic and thus causing chaos in the Earth Immortal Realm.
At this mont.
Lin Fan was experiencing the final and most terrifying tribulation of the seven.
The Demon Mirror Tribulation.
This trial could disrupt one’s heart, revealing the fear lurking in the deepest reaches of one’s mind.
In Sunshine District, Building 2, Unit 2, Room 704.
Little Fanfan hugged a teddy bear, curled up in the corner, looking at the door with eyes full of fear and apprehension.
"You bitch, where the hell are you."
BANG!
The door was violently kicked open, and a disheveled woman wielding a feather duster stord in with rage, her expression snarling as she charged at little Fanfan huddled in the corner.
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