C117 (1/2)
Hong Ling stood on top of the roof, and the aura around his body gradually recovered to its peak. He looked at the Su Yu and Xiao Tao who had already left the place, and his originally tense heart finally relaxed. The two of them had also sensed the dangerous aura that was condensed in the air, so they did not linger. Instead, they distanced themselves from this place. Many people found it difficult to suppress the greed in their hearts for a magic tool that could survive a disaster. Wealth moved the heart. Magic tools were existences that were even more noble than wealth. How could they not covet them? Boom, boom, boom. Numerous people with powerful auras were rapidly flying toward their location. Hong Ling frowned, his complexion obviously not good.
Among these silhouettes, he could sense that many people had already stepped into the Void realm of Spirit Refinement, and he could even faintly sense that there were a few unfathomable auras hidden within the crowd.
”Refining the Void!” His gaze stiffened. He did not expect that these super cultivators would also be attracted by Sorrow Spirit's aura, and their hearts were moved with sympathy. ”Hmph, I want to see who can jump the most when the time comes!”
Hong Ling stood with his hands behind his back, the aura around his body slowly retracted. Very quickly, many cultivators with terrifying auras were gathered on the rooftop that the young man was on, even the weakest among them had already reached the great circle of Qi Refinement into Spirit, being in the same realm as him. However, these people did not gather together. Instead, they were separated by a large distance.
”Tsk tsk, I never thought that there would actually be a divine tool to undergo tribulation here. It might be the legendary Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, or even a saint artifact!” Some people took the initiative to comment and comment on the Sorrow Spirit in the sky. It was because everyone knew that only when one reached Celestial Rank, would their artifact begin to undergo tribulation.
”Saint artifact? I don't think so, but if it's a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, that's good too! Not all Celestial Rank Magic Equipment have the qualifications to undergo tribulation. Only the super strong magic tools that are added with divine crystals during the forging process will have the ability to cause heavenly tribulation! ” How could they know that the main body of the Sorrow Spirit was actually forged from a large number of Kun Steel s refined from divine crystals. Even many sacred artifacts or Imperial Equipment did not have such qualifications.
”I wonder which lucky fellow will be able to make this sword recognize him as master this time around.” A divine tool capable of transcending tribulation must be the birthed of an existence from the Artifact Spirit. If it can make the Artifact Spirit recognize its master, then even if it is a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, this sword will be able to unleash an earth-shattering power! ”
Hong Ling released his consciousness into the air, secretly observing everything. He was sure that most of the people here were here to watch the show. However, the elites among them had the intention to subdue their magic tools. Among them were the few experts of the Void Refinement realm who were silently concealing themselves.
Boom!” In the sky, a dazzling bolt of lightning ruthlessly bombarded the sorrowful god, suppressing him down to ten feet. However, the Pitiful God only slightly trembled before once again shooting up into the sky. A boundless sword energy was constantly being released from its body, completely shattering the lightning that shrouded it. Its body gradually grew bigger, and in an instant, it was over three hundred meters tall, piercing through the sky as it hummed non-stop. Boom! The heavenly tribulation seemed to be enraged. Layers of thunder gathered together, condensing into an even more powerful bolt of lightning that ruthlessly smashed down towards the Pitiful God's sword.
Kacha, in the midst of everyone's chilliness, lines of sinister cracks actually appeared on the body of Sorrow Spirit's sword. Hong Ling's gaze trembled. He was connected to the Sorrow Spirit with his mind, and at this moment, he could feel the situation the Sorrow Spirit was in. With a thought, the sword spirits within the Sorrow Spirit immediately activated their Jiuzhuan Profound Technique, slowly using their Sword Qi to continuously repair the sword body of the Sorrow Spirit.
”How is this possible? Did you guys see that?! The sword that transcended tribulation can actually repair cracks on its own!” A great cultivator that had yet to fully refine his spirit stared straight at Sorrow Spirit, his eyes burning with passion. This sort of divine sword was simply too rare. Even the legendary saint artifact would find it difficult to restore itself in such a short period of time once it was damaged, much less when the sword was undergoing heavenly tribulation.
A majestic life force came from the Sorrow Spirit. It was a bloodline power that belonged solely to vampires, it also had the power of a dragon and the blood of the Phoenix that belonged to Lian Chengyue. However, this was still not the end. The power that came from the Kun Peng blood essence and the Ice Dragon Pearl that was birthed from the ancient Flood Dragon had all collapsed due to the heavenly tribulation and was slowly being absorbed and assimilated by the Sorrow Spirit's sword intent. This was a new kind of qualitative change, the Sorrow Spirit had finally begun to develop its own unique dao.
Weng, a sword intent soared into the sky, and the cracks on Sorrow Spirit's body finally healed. At this moment, a powerful sword qi rushed towards the incoming lightning. Boom! The sword energies collided with the thunder, leaving behind a powerful shockwave in the sky. Many of those who locked their spiritual sense into the sword were now injured by this wave of energy, including the powerful cultivators who were secretly watching.
”The last wave of heavenly thunder is about to pass. I wonder if Sorrow Spirit can withstand it!” Hong Ling stared at the Sorrow Spirit Sword worriedly. He knew that the last stage of the heavenly tribulation, Thunder, was usually the most frightening and lethal. If the Sorrow Spirit could not endure it, it was extremely likely that he would be shattered like this. Not only him, even the spectators who were staring at the sky all had a grave expression on their faces. It would be such a pity if he couldn't get through such a treasure sword. However, if it succeeded, then who would it belong to?
BOOM! The thunderclouds that filled the sky continued to emit terrifying thunderbolts, converging into nine thick lightning serpents that struck towards the Sorrow Spirit sword below. Sorrow Spirit trembled slightly, and in the next moment, he was split into nine clones that shot into the sky and charged towards the nine lightning bolts. This was an extremely terrifying scene. The nine clansmen were completely destroyed by the lightning, turning into dark golden metallic clouds, constantly churning in the air. The nine thunderbolts once again gathered together, forming a thousand metre long thunderbolt that ruthlessly struck towards the Sorrow Spirit below.
Bang, without any suspense, the Sorrow Spirit instantly collapsed, and the lightning also dispersed. The crowd below instantly fell silent. They stared at the gradually dissipating lightning and the ten surging metallic clouds with a bit of regret.