Covering the Sky: I am the White Tiger Immortal Elixir

Chapter 94 Making a fortune with the brothers of the Eastern Wilderness

Bai Qi's tribulation was too vast; even though it was only a minor tribulation of dragon transformation, its scale was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Tribulation of the Immortal Platform.

Eighty-one ancient celestial dragons covered the sky, and the first layer of lightning alone almost pierced through this place.

The Azure Gold Spear left Bai Qi to avoid confronting the Heavenly Tribulation.

In the heat of the moment, Xiu accidentally erased the Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern that Bai Qi had engraved on his body.

If someone were to intervene at this moment, a divine punishment of saintly magnitude would surely descend, capable of killing everyone present.

It's hard to describe the scene. There were at least seven or eight altars surrounding a dragon undergoing tribulation, and no one dared to participate.

Each of them faced an immense and boundless tribulation of lightning. Just looking at so many people undergoing tribulation together was enough to terrify anyone.

This is a true cataclysmic event that will destroy the world. Hu Xin will block the entrance to the Feather Ancestral Temple to undergo the tribulation, preventing anyone from rushing in.

Even the most good-tempered cultivators from Zhongzhou were now cursing the Tiger Heart Society for its lack of virtue.

Xia Yilin of the Great Xia Dynasty was indignant, but there was nothing she could do.

In the sky, the Crow Taoist sensed something and let out a long howl, causing an even larger bolt of lightning to appear.

He made up for his previous shortcomings through the Heavenly Tribulation of No Regrets, and now he is truly perfect and has ushered in his own Heavenly Tribulation of Severing the Dao.

He soared towards the higher heavens, undergoing tribulation and transformation.

Using someone else's tribulation to strengthen their own weaknesses—this was an inspiration they got from Bai Qi, and it proved to be very useful.

As the towering sea of ​​lightning crashed down, Bai Qi remained unmoved, bathing in the tribulation to solidify his understanding of the raging sandstorm.

He had no ego in his heart, only the raging sand transforming into a great dragon, his mind was completely empty.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, a vast sea of ​​lightning stretched out, a white expanse followed by a purple shimmer, then a crimson expanse, with lightning of various colors flashing incessantly.

From a distance, the entrance to the Feathered Ancestral Temple was completely submerged by the sea of ​​lightning.

This is an ocean of celestial calamity, where terrifying lightning sweeps across the land, destroying everything in its path.

Bai Qi's mind was calm, while in the fourth section of the spine, the sandstorm raged, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A single grain of sand can fill the ocean, and a single blade of grass can cleave a star.

At this moment, Bai Qi compressed the power of this sandstorm, which was enough to engulf the starry sea, into a single grain and integrated it into the spinal dragon.

A grain of sand rises with the wind, travels across mountains and rivers, and falls into the sea.

A single grain of sand, as tiny as dust, can create ripples the moment it falls into the sea.

The ripples spread, eventually transforming into towering waves that swept across the seas.

The monstrous waves of the four seas subsided, and an immeasurable hand descended, scooping up a single grain of sand and transforming it into a raging dragon that merged into itself.

Bai Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw were two large dragons, nothing else.

At the same time, his spine cracked, like a dragon's roar shaking the heavens, soaring into the sky to fight against the heavenly tribulation.

Bai Qixin used his mind in two ways: on one hand, he fought against the heavenly tribulation, and on the other hand, he tried to comprehend the calamity of the misty heavens.

The true meaning of the Fog Calamity is confusion, its spirit is bewilderment, and its intention is isolation.

When the fog rises, the world loses its color, directions become indistinguishable, and friend and foe become indistinguishable.

What you see is not real, what you hear is not true, what you feel is not intimate, and what you touch is not firm.

This is the second major natural disaster of autumn, following a sandstorm above and a severe cold snap below.

Bai Qi had long understood this, because the chaotic perceptions amidst the upside-down heavens and earth were part of the fog disaster.

Heaven and earth are upside down, the positions of heaven and earth are reversed, and the directions of up and down are confused.

This martial art not only disrupts the perception of the primordial spirit, but also resonates with the principles of the Dao.

Bai Qi's thoughts soared amidst the sea of ​​thunder, the principles of the fist technique, which seemed to hang upside down, constantly colliding with the true meaning of the celestial calamity shrouded in mist.

At this moment, he used the heavenly tribulation as a mirror and the lightning as a guide to extract the true meaning of the chaotic inversion of heaven and earth and integrate it into the great dragon of the spine.

It is neither above nor below, neither left nor right.

The true meaning of this Emperor's Fist Technique resonated with the way of isolating the illusions of the Misty Calamity at this moment.

The sea of ​​lightning surged, and although it was only one layer of lightning, it seemed as if a new thunder was being conceived.

The moment the lightning struck Bai Qi and shattered, lightning re-emerged in the same spot.

Bai Qi survived two tribulations in succession, his eyes flashing with divine light. With the help of the Xuanhuang Zijin Pagoda and the Linzi Secret, he continuously perfected the two tribulations.

Soon, his aura soared to the heavens, and he gained a true understanding of the Fifth Calamity's mysteries.

"I was wrong before. It turns out that the real fog is not an illusion, but a revelation."

Up is down, and down is up.

Left is right, and right is left.

It is consistent from beginning to end, and its appearance and content are the same.

The core of the Fog Disaster is revelation because there are no absolutes in this world. The so-called up, down, left, right, and four directions, as well as various perceptions, are merely human definitions.

The core of the Misty Calamity is to reveal all of this, and then use Bai Qi's will to impose perception on the opponent.

"Is he...is he about to undergo two tribulations in a row?!" a cultivator exclaimed, his voice trembling.

The Dragon Transformation Realm is a place of nine transformations and nine heavens, each transformation being a complete metamorphosis.

This was a path that even the most talented would take months to traverse, yet Bai Qi broke through two levels in a single day.

Of the nine calamities of heaven, six are natural and confined to the planet. Bai Qi has already experienced five of these calamities.

Lightning strikes, windstorms tear apart, rainstorms are widespread, sandstorms cover everything, and fog obscures everything.

After the six natural calamities come the three cosmic calamities: aurora, chaos, and celestial collapse.

The three cosmic calamities are no longer confined to the small world of a planet, but rather represent the immense power of the boundless cosmos.

Only with the addition of these three calamities can the second stage of the Four Seasons Mysterious Unity, which allows the killing students to develop intelligence, be realized.

One person leads nine emperors, and ten killing moves unleash their true meaning in the hands of their master.

This is as if an ancient emperor has been resurrected and is personally descending to earth, making a move from another era, which will be incredibly terrifying.

At that time, Bai Qi struck out with his palm, and he would no longer be fighting alone.

This is a truly forbidden realm, and it would be worthy of the word "forbidden" no matter which imperial scripture it is placed in.

Perhaps, the Four Seasons Mysterious Unity at that time should not have been called that name, but rather it should have been called the Dispersal of Myriad Gods.

The dispersal of the spirits is not death, but a harbinger of great rebirth.

Transformation is not annihilation, but the beginning of eternity.

By spreading the will of all the gods with one's own will, one can achieve a single strike that resonates with the will of ten thousand minds and leads to the same goal.

Borrowing the glory of past emperors, I forge my true self, invincible in the future.

"I am invincible!"

Bai Qi let out a clear whistle, raised his fist at the heavens, and was about to create an incomparably brilliant future.

The fist's light soared into the sky, piercing through the nine layers of thunderous sea, and punched a huge hole in the sky full of tribulation clouds.

The heavens were enraged and sent down a hundred celestial dragons, which crashed down like celestial mountains, causing all the heavens to tremble.

Bai Qi is fearless of all changes and freely displays his brilliance.

Finally, after several hours, Bai Qi successfully survived two tribulations of the Dragon Transformation Heavenly Calamity and reached the fifth stage of the Dragon Transformation.

His aura became even more astonishing; the very presence he exuded was accompanied by an aura of calamities, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

Bai Qi reached out and grabbed the green bronze cauldron, smashing it with a loud crash against the main gate of the Feathered Ancestral Temple.

The ancient ancestral temple, sealed for over two hundred thousand years, has finally been entered by someone.

"Eastern Wilderness cultivators, follow behind me!"

"Those who have come to lend their support today are all my brothers and sisters, Bai Qi. I've brought you here to seize this opportunity!"

Bai Qi opened the green bronze cauldron and stepped into the Yuhua Ancestral Temple first.

Behind him, the holy soldiers watched the cultivators from the Central Plains intently, preventing them from following closely.

Only after all the cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness entered the Ascension Ancestral Temple did the holy soldiers dissipate their holy might and transform into streams of light to follow the main force of the Eastern Wilderness.

The cultivators from the Central Plains looked grim, but in their hearts they were incredibly envious of the cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness.

It's so nice to have someone like Dongzun, who drinks soup by himself and eats meat in the Eastern Wilderness, by my side.

After expressing their feelings, the cultivators from Zhongzhou dared not delay and rushed into the small world of the Feathered Ancestral Temple.