Among them, most are the leaders and heads of powerful clans.
Under their command are promising candidates who have reached the realm of the perfected Dao Body, capable of triggering the Primordial Spirit Tribulation.
But in reality, neither those True Monarchs of the Dao Body themselves nor their leaders are willing to easily pass this Primordial Spirit Tribulation.
The reason is simple.
One word: difficult!
The reason why the number of Primordial Spirit True Honors is so scarce is due to the terrifying difficulty of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation.
The combined number of Human Race's True Monarchs of the Dao Body may exceed one hundred thousand.
Yet the Primordial Spirit True Honors are fewer than a hundred.
This is the accumulated number over thousands of years, and the proportion is still higher.
What a testant to the difficulty of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation.
Dongfang Xiong, over this millennium, has faced the Primordial Spirit Tribulation six tis, failing each ti, although each ti he was only heavily injured, never perishing.
It was all due to Dongfang Qing personally acting as protector, using the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City to forcibly shatter the tribulation whenever it threatened his brother's life.
Such a rogue thod left a group of True Venerables speechless yet envious.
If they had such ans, it wouldn't be a surprise if another Primordial Spirit Boss erged under their command!
"But this ti, it seems different. Dongfang Qing is trapped outside the domain, yet to return.
This person has initiated the Primordial Spirit Tribulation again.
I reckon that the previous six tribulations have nearly exhausted his origin.
This should be his last attempt at the tribulation.
If successful, he will ascend to a Primordial Spirit.
If he fails, his body and Dao will dissipate.
But he failed six tis before; this ti, can he succeed?"
The speaker was an elderly man in a gray-white robe, with a long beard reaching his chest, kindly looking. He's the director of the Creation dical Hall.
The Daoist inheritance of the Creation dical Hall cos from combining the teachings of the Ancient Giant Shengsheng Creation Sect and the Jishi Tower, forming today's singular tradition.
No mountain gate, no fixed abode.
The hall's mbers, including the director, roam the world, saving people, their cultivation thods focusing on healing and escape.
In the Central Earth realm, it's a power respected for its high prestige and virtue.
And because they never engage in conflicts, the entire sect is dedicated to doing good and saving lives.
Thus, every generation's Creation dical Hall director automatically enters the Twelve mbers, earning respect even from powerful Venerables like the Qinglian Sword Venerable.
"Elder Sun speaks sense, this tribulation is indeed his final gamble, whether it succeeds or not all depends on this mont."
Watching the Primordial Spirit lotus bud below, the True Venerables maintained calm gazes while their minds were full of thoughts.
On one hand, they wished for Dongfang Xiong's safe passage through the tribulation.
Presently, the outside domain's myriad heavens and races watch covetously, having recently even openly forming a coalition to besiege the Tianyuan Main Realm, making their intent to seize it clear and persistent.
On the other hand, they didn't want Dongfang Xiong to succeed in becoming a Primordial Spirit.
A sect with two True Venerables and an innate divine artifact like the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City.
Isn't such a Shenxiao Sect sowhat... too dazzling?
Sensing the turbulence within the hearts of the True Venerables, the Qinglian Sword Venerable sternly called out:
"What are you all looking at? Get back to your responsibilities!"
With the old True Venerable's shout, everyone imdiately ceased lingering, transforming into rainbow lights and leaving the Heavenly chanism Hall.
Only the elder from the Creation dical Hall remained.
"Tis have changed, the young have beco restless, but don't worry too much, since the recent past, the Tianyuan Main Realm has been peaceful for too long.
With no external pressure, internal undercurrents naturally started to surge."
Looking at the furrowed brow of the Qinglian Sword Venerable, the old physician advised with a smile.
"But our ti is truly limited."
Slowly standing up, the Qinglian Sword Venerable, with hands behind his back, revealed a hint of wryness:
"This ti the outside domain's myriad heavens rebelling is a signal.
The great calamity is approaching, external threats have not subsided, and internal strife continues.
If we cannot withstand it this ti, the fate of our Human Race will et its end."
Hearing the Qinglian Sword Venerable's voice laced with weariness, the old physician hesitated, finally offering a gentle reassurance:
"Our Human Race has stood proud since the Primordial Era to this day, and this ti will be no different."
With deep, introspective eyes, the Qinglian Sword Venerable slowly nodded at the assurance:
"Hopefully..."
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The Tianyuan Main Realm, Dianchuan Province, Shenxiao Sect!
High above the boundless sky do, a breathtaking phenonon was unfolding.
Roaring black clouds, like colossal tidal waves, surged forward with overwhelming montum.
The all-encompassing montum seed to devour everything in the world.
The entire province was shrouded by these terrifying black clouds, the previously bright world plunged suddenly into darkness.
In those black clouds, streaks of thunder light and electricity road like blue dragons, weaving through the cloud layers, intermittently flashing with glaring light, then vanishing into the darkness, attempting to break free and destroy everything in sight.
Amidst this chaos, a pair of eyes seed to lurk within those thunderous clouds.
Those eyes exuded endless majesty, like the sovereign of heaven and earth overlooking all beings.
Indifferent, aloof, devoid of any emotion, the eyes regarded all things in the world as insignificant as ants.
It silently surveyed everything, and wherever its gaze fell, an invisible pressure descended, causing mountains to tremble and beings to prostrate.
Yet beneath this terrifying phenonon, the commoners of Dianchuan Province acted as if nothing was amiss, continuing with their own affairs, as if that world-destroying black cloud above did not exist.
A Primordial Spirit Tribulation does not harm the common people!
But in contrast, the entire cultivation world's powers looked with terror and awe at the sea of thunderclouds.
"Again?"
"Seventh ti, seventh ti, is this Daoist not intent on stopping until he achieves a Primordial Spirit?"
"Amazing, truly amazing, when we face a Dao Body tribulation, it's life and death; even after succeeding, we're still full of lingering fears, taking years to recover.
This gentleman faces the Primordial Spirit Tribulation like cracking nuts, does it periodically."
"Sigh, comparisons can be disheartening; while others are formidable, rely a sneeze can terrify you."
"Uncertain if this gentleman will pass this ti.
If he indeed passes, then the Shenxiao Sect will have two True Venerables.
Not just in Dianchuan Province, but an unmatched presence in the entire Central Earth realm."
Under the extraordinary phenonon of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation, all cultivation forces and cultivators in Dianchuan Province began their discussions.
For years, Dongfang Xiong's tribulations were no longer a rare event.
So old True Monarchs had even witnessed all previous six tribulations.
Yet to many younger cultivators, witnessing such a tribulation was still an experience.
After all, the Primordial Spirit Tribulation does not harm the common people, appearing world-ending yet not affecting others.
Many even traveled miles upon hearing news, just to witness the spectacle.
At this mont within Shenxiao Sect.
All mbers put down their tasks, looking toward the direction of the Dharma Lecture Cliff.
Even so cultivators in secluded retreat broke through early.
Because, unlike outsiders rely watching for excitent, Dongfang Xiong's success or failure in the tribulation bore epochal significance for the Shenxiao Sect.
And now there were rumors inside Shenxiao Sect.
This would be Dongfang Xiong's last tribulation.
If unsuccessful, then heroically sacrificed!
On the summit of Dharma Lecture Cliff.
At the peak towering into clouds, Dongfang Xiong stood like a tall pine, dressed in a broad Daoist robe flapping in the fierce wind, the lean face enhancing his sharp angles, his lofty stature seemingly supporting the entire sky.
Standing quietly, watching the distant rolling phenonon of thunderous clouds and lightning, he slowly extended his arms, his eyes steady and profound, revealing a dominant ambition eager to be unleashed.
"Three millennia of arduous cultivation seeking the Dao, today, I wish to challenge the heavens!"
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