Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 343 A Commoner

As the sky cracked open and the ninth lightning tribulation descended, all was silent. Ten thousand feet of purple-gold lightning quietly poured down before everyone's eyes.

Within the tribulation lightning, the crimson lotus karmic fire and the primordial ice soul intertwine. It is not merely a bolt of lightning, but a cage woven from all the karma of the person undergoing the tribulation in their lifetime.

In an instant, the landscape faded, birds froze in the moment of flapping their wings, and flowing water remained in the shattered, splashing state of its tinkling sound.

Song Xinci, holding a long sword and dressed in white, had traveled a long distance bathed in lightning. She looked slightly disheveled from her journey, and her black hair was ruffled by the wind.

Her eyes held both anxiety and, more so, coldness, simply because she had seen that Vajra image.

So you want to take my husband's life?!
A mere Ascension Realm cultivator, truly invincible in the mortal world?!

The Lord of Futian Pavilion was the first to notice Song Xinci's arrival, and casually tore open a void rift and flew into it.

Interestingly, the Heavenly Chains seemed to have decided to let Xiao Buyi go for the time being, and they all squeezed into the gaps to chase after the "one that escaped".

They thought that with the departure of the two supreme beings in the Three Realms, the Dao Integration Realm cultivators present could finally get a moment's respite.

Unexpectedly, the Song Dynasty porcelain, arriving with wind and thunder, was even more oppressive, and even... worse than before.

It was only because the Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion was only focused on each other when he was fighting with the Heavenly Dao Chains, and he didn't care about those Dao Integration Realm cultivators at all.

Song Xinci was different; she exuded a powerful aura that did not distinguish between friend and foe, and the lightning tribulation above her head was no exception.

To avoid being injured by the lightning tribulation, everyone had no choice but to retreat to a safe area.

They witnessed the ninth lightning bolt fall silently, striking Song Xinci's body.

However, there was no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, nor any heroic scene of human strength fighting against the heavenly tribulation. The lightning simply covered Song Xinci's skin.

It made her snow-white skin appear even whiter, and Lei Guangmiao quickly evaporated into wisps of ethereal energy.

Seeing this, Yun Yi finally loosened his clenched fist slightly, thinking to himself, "Why is my wife's tribulation all bark and no bite, and why does it seem to have no effect on her at all?"

There was no time to think too much at this moment, because Song Xinci had finally taken the step that countless cultivators had dreamed of.

Ascend!

The azure sky was reborn, and the sunlight shone brightly, illuminating the female swordswoman's body, as if transforming into her light veil, willingly serving as a backdrop.

Yun Yi had never seen Song Xinci ascend to immortality in either of his two lifetimes, and at this moment he only felt that she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

The lady already possessed a cool and aloof temperament, and now she exudes an even more ethereal aura, standing in mid-air like a goddess descending to earth.

Pei Jianjia's eyes showed admiration, but she couldn't help but worry in an instant: "In the end, you still took this step, but how should you proceed from here?"

Lan Zhenxin was simply jealous, and said through gritted teeth, "Could it be that you are truly favored by the heavens? Otherwise, why is your cultivation so smooth and easy, and why is achieving Dao and ascending to immortality as commonplace as eating and drinking?"

Actually, she wasn't the only one with this thought.

Song Xinci's ascension was spectacular, yet the tribulation lightning did not harm her in any way, as if it were a gift from the heavens to welcome her.

This is absolutely unreasonable!
You know how many Dao Integration Realm cultivators perish under the Heavenly Tribulation, just one step away from death, so why is she able to survive unscathed?
Little did they know that since Song Xinci began his spiritual practice, his main approach has been "unreasonable".

She stood alone between the Vajra Dharma Image and the Heavenly Sea Treasure Ship. Her figure looked tiny, but the sword intent she emitted could solidify, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.

Not only that, but even more terrifying was that the sun in the sky had somehow been veiled by a cold mist.

The scorching sunlight is gone, replaced by the desolate moonlight.

The Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness can actually change the color of the sun and moon?!
No wonder those at the Ascension Realm cannot remain in the mortal realm; with such power, every move they make can cause irreparable damage to the human world. The Dao Integration Realm cultivators retreated again and again, until they found themselves with nowhere left to go, enveloped only in the moonlight, and then discovered that the surrounding area for a hundred miles was filled with chilling sword energy.

The moonlight seemed poised to transform into a deadly sword at any moment; it was breathtakingly beautiful, yet its murderous intent was boundless.

After Song Xinci interrupted Yun Yi's gaze on the Vajra Dharma Image, Yun Yi felt relieved, and Bai Ze could move around freely.

He looked up at his wife's figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

I was overjoyed that she had finally ascended to heaven, worried about the great battle to come, and saddened by the separation that followed.

With the couple of one mind, Song Xinci sensed what Yun Yi was thinking and turned her face slightly to smile at him.

Her eyes were filled with tears, as if to say, "It's good that you're alright."

“New porcelain…” Yun Yi murmured.

……

Xiao Buyi knew that he only had the strength for one last punch left.

This was also the strongest punch he had ever delivered in his life.

His eyes turned golden, and his physical body began to crumble. The flesh and blood did not disappear, but instead adhered to the Vajra Dharma Image.

Don your armor, unleash your fists!
The Vajra image now wears a fish-scale armor, has an image of an angry Arhat on its chest, and wears a monk's headband on its forehead, signifying the righteous mind and the locking of thoughts.

Then Faxiang adopted a boxing stance, but the stance was extremely basic, not some rare and exquisite boxing stance.

It's just a basic boxing stance that any ordinary person can use, a simple move that even a farmer can easily execute a few times.

……

Everyone in this world is born towards death, and spiritual practice is for the purpose of achieving immortality.

Xiao Buyi once thought the same way, but after a thousand years of trials and tribulations, he gradually changed his mind.

He entered the Dao through martial arts, becoming stronger and stronger. He even accidentally killed his own mentor who had taught him the Dao in one move.

For him, the higher his cultivation level, the fewer opportunities he had to throw a punch.

That's why he hit it off with the Overturning Heaven Pavilion, thinking that if he could use his own fists to shatter the pillar that supports the three realms, that would be the unparalleled style that all martial artists should have!
His first punch shattered the Heavenly Pillar of the Fuyou Sect, but he didn't feel satisfied.

With his second punch, he shattered the Heavenly Pillar of Fusheng Temple, but felt that the feeling was still slightly lacking.

Today he suddenly changed his mind and stopped punching the Heavenly Pillar. Instead, he decided to deliver the final punch to the woman in front of him.

Only a strong opponent deserves his fearless punch!
"Drink!" Xiao Buyi transformed into a Dharma form and let out a thunderous shout.

One punch!
He inexplicably recalled the days when he was farming, when he got into a fight with children from a neighboring village over water, and how he beat them to a pulp with a flurry of punches.

He then recalled joining the army and fighting alongside the enemy. His spear broke, his knife dulled, and in the end, punching people with his fists was the most satisfying thing.

He also recalled that when he became a disciple of Zen Buddhism, someone taught him for the first time that in addition to throwing punches, he also needed to retract his fists.

He also thought of those he had knocked down with his punches, from martial artists to cultivators, from the Qi Refining Realm to the Dao Integration Realm...

I was born a commoner, all alone.

Only this fist technique deserves to be witnessed by all living beings in heaven and earth!
(End of this chapter)