My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother!" Yang Qingxuan gasped for breath and turned to look to the side.

Sect Leader Yu Ji's expression turned solemn, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, mysterious runes appeared all over his body, and then he struck out with his palm.

The array around the dazzling golden waterfall was activated, and the enormous painting instantly fell apart, returning to an ordinary waterfall.

The Secret Realm of the Year Void is no longer visible.

Everyone present fell silent and looked up at the Taoist elder floating in the sky.

"I am Yu Ji of the Qingfu Sect. The previous strange phenomenon was a sign that the Suixu Secret Realm was about to close, and it is a normal occurrence."

His words were imbued with surging magical power, and his loud voice resounded in all directions.

"Fellow Daoists, the opportunity in the Suixu Secret Realm has come to an end. After the geniuses from each family emerge, they can go to the Lingyuan Pool of my Qingfu Sect to wash away the ailments of time."

"In addition, each family must make a copy of the immortal cultivation technique they obtain and send it to the Qingfu Sect's Transmission Hall. The elders of the sect will evaluate it and register it. Moreover, the Qingfu Sect will not take your opportunities for free; the price will definitely satisfy everyone."

"Other magical treasures and spiritual items can also be sold within our sect."

Sect Leader Yu Ji looked down at everyone and spoke again with a smile: "Of course, all of this is based on the principle of voluntariness. If anyone is unwilling, Qingfu Sect will not force them."

After a few simple words, Yu Ji vanished, leaving Yang Qingxuan to take charge of the situation alone.

Thirty cultivation families, some are happy, some are sad.

"Chieftain, we all saw that dazzling golden light clearly. How could it be a sign that the secret realm is closing?"

"Yes! There's still about half a day before the secret realm closes!"

The family cultivators gathered together to discuss the dazzling golden light they had just witnessed.

……

At this moment, Wei Jing in the secret realm was not as happy as expected. Instead, he was stunned and then fled in a hurry.

"Holy crap! Nobody told me that heavenly lightning would strike when you form your core!"

"Boom! Boom!"

A deafening clap of thunder shook Wei Jing, sending chills down his spine and making his hands and feet tremble.

In the distance, clusters of dark clouds gathered, plunging the surrounding world into darkness. A black curtain descended, and a fierce wind rose, as if it were the end of the world.

During this time, huge bolts of lightning would occasionally rip through the sky and tear through the night.

Wei Jing was fleeing in a panic, using his Light Wind Technique to its fullest extent, instantly disappearing several miles away.

But the sense of crisis that was locked in his heart did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even stronger.

Sure enough, the next moment...

"BOOM!!"

A bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket descended from the sky, blasting him away head-on. Fortunately, at the last moment, Wei Jing unleashed a layer of heavy water around him, blocking the fierce attack.

"This is the Golden Core stage? This is going to kill me!" Wei Jing cried out in his heart. He was sent flying hundreds of meters away, crashing heavily into the ground and creating a huge crater shaped like a human.

"Run!" Wei Jing flipped over and retreated like a whirlwind.

He used the Light Breeze Technique, his figure moving like a streak of light through the mountains and forests, his speed reaching its limit.

Behind him, streaks of purple lightning struck down, each one grazing his heels.

Wei Jing never imagined that one day he would be struck down by the heavens.

"what!"

Wei Jing let out a mournful cry as several bolts of purple divine lightning struck him, causing him to collapse and flatten a small hill.

The surrounding woods were ablaze with flames.

"Ahem!"

"What a brutal lightning tribulation!" Wei Jing coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and smoke was billowing from his mouth and nose.

Fortunately, Wei Jing had spent seventy or eighty years at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, possessing unparalleled magical power and having comprehended several top-tier second-order spells.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would probably not last more than ten breaths before their soul was scattered under the divine might of this thunder.

"Fireball!" Without hesitation, Wei Jing formed hand seals simultaneously, and dozens of fireballs, gleaming with fire, were instantly unleashed, colliding violently with the lightning falling from the sky.

"BOOM!!"

"BOOM!!"

The two collided, unleashing terrifying energy that even shook the earth.

"run!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Wei Jing immediately made a hasty retreat, transforming into a streak of light and flying away.

But the heavenly thunder was not about to give up. It had locked onto Wei Jing tightly, as if it would not stop until it had killed him.

"Huff!" Wei Jing stopped, hunched over and panting heavily. After fleeing for more than two hours, his magical power was almost exhausted, and he was covered in injuries and looked extremely disheveled. If this continued, and he was struck by two or three more lightning bolts, he would definitely be going to see his grandmother.

However, Wei Jing's expression remained relatively calm. After two hours of stalemate and exploration, he had a general understanding of the power and nature of this heavenly lightning.

"If it weren't for my superior skills, I would have really been defeated this time." Wei Jing murmured, looking up. Not far behind him, patches of dark clouds connected to form an endless sea of ​​color, almost bending the sky.

Wei Jing didn't know what would happen if he died in his dream, but it would never end well.

Just as the dark clouds finished gathering and were about to unleash another thunderstorm, Wei Jing slowly closed his eyes.

"Cleanse!" he murmured. Wei Jing's body radiated a green light, and in an instant, all the dirt, injuries, and negative effects on his body were completely cleansed.

Even his magical power returned to its peak.

This is the power of the third-tier Cleansing Technique, which is close to the law.

"Hehe! Little tribulation, come on!" Wei Jing looked fearless, holding two balls of fire in his hands and rushing towards the center of the tribulation.

"Since we can't escape, let's face it head-on." Wei Jing said fiercely, mobilizing all his magical power.

A fiery domain erupted around him, with clusters of flames swirling around him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, hundreds of purple divine lightning bolts struck, instantly turning everything within a radius of dozens of miles into dust, even the earth and soil were evaporated.

"Holy crap! That's too ruthless."

"That lightning was incredibly powerful."

He suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his bones were broken, and his internal organs were displaced and damaged.

Wei Jing was sent flying backwards in a sorry state, his clothes turned into dust, and he transformed into a ball of light and sped away at an extremely fast speed.

He even cast a cleansing spell on himself halfway through to restore his condition to its perfect state, otherwise he would have really perished halfway.

Meanwhile, the tribulation clouds above the sky slowly gathered again, obscuring the entire sky and locking onto Wei Jing's aura.

On this day, calamity clouds pressed down upon the earth, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The ordinary people looked up in a daze, and an indescribable pressure stunned them all, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Fortunately, it soon got light again and the sun reappeared.

Meanwhile, things were in a terrible state for Wei Jing.

"what!"

A towering peak suddenly collapsed, transforming into a place filled with thunder. Wei Jing shakily flew out from the collapsed ruins, clutching his chest as he flew.

"Cleansing, a cleansing technique."

When the lightning tribulation occurs, not a blade of grass grows within a radius of a hundred miles.

Wei Jing was tormented by this lightning tribulation for three whole days, during which he traveled thousands of miles to escape and avoid the tribulation.

"call!"

"It's finally over!"

Wei Jing collapsed to the ground. His hundred-year cultivation career had never been as exciting and thrilling as these three days.

Under the heavenly tribulation, Wei Jing was utterly powerless to resist.

"Fortunately, this cleansing spell is quite magical, which helped me escape to heaven." Wei Jing sighed. If it weren't for this spell, he probably wouldn't have made it through the first day.

Wei Jing felt a wave of fear. He knew that others who broke through to the Core Formation stage prepared for decades, setting up formations, purchasing pills, arranging magical artifacts, and even having senior disciples come to support them.

A reckless fellow like him, who is completely unprepared, would likely die under the heavenly tribulation out of ten.

The extra one is an elderly gentleman who is always with you.

"Buzz!" A yellowish-brown bead slowly fell, and Wei Jing suddenly stood up and reached out to catch the strange bead.

"This, this is the Golden Elixir?" Wei Jing murmured, looking down at the earth-yellow bead in his hand.

"This golden pill... it feels a bit ugly!" But Wei Jing didn't mind and immediately swallowed it whole.

Instantly, Wei Jing's broken body and depleted dantian began to glow. Wei Jing quickly sat down cross-legged and slowly circulated the Yi Wood Evergreen Technique to completely digest this opportunity to form a core.