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The fists and lightning constantly intertwined and exploded, distorting and deforming the entire sea of ​​lightning.

The white bone of the old man's fist was visible, but he didn't even flinch; instead, he hit even harder.

Five holy tribulations descended simultaneously. The imperial formation trembled slightly under the impact, but remained as stable as Mount Tai.

The disciples had long forgotten their discussion, and their breathing had become much heavier.

Most of them may never even reach the threshold of the sacred realm in their lifetime.

But at this moment, watching the five patriarchs fight in the sea of ​​thunder, his heart yearning for the Dao beat louder and louder.

The old monsters in the sky had been fighting for an unknown amount of time.

The first wave of the Holy Calamity finally saw a brief respite.

The sea of ​​lightning did not recede, but it no longer poured down as wildly as before, as if the heavens and earth were brewing an even more terrifying attack.

The patriarchs hung suspended in their respective seas of lightning, their robes long since turned to ashes, revealing their strong upper bodies, with residual lightning still dancing and flashing on their skin.

Their physical bodies are undergoing a fundamental transformation under the tempering of this lightning tribulation.

The bones became more crystalline, the qi and blood more condensed, and fragments of sacred laws flowed faintly within every inch of flesh and blood.

This is the true meaning of the Holy Tribulation: using heavenly lightning as a hammer and the physical body as iron, forging the body of a half-saint into a true holy body.

If you can overcome it, you will transcend the ordinary and become a saint! If you can't overcome it... you will turn to ashes.

Feng Zhi's gaze was firmly fixed on the several patriarchs.

He noticed that a golden sheen had begun to appear on their skin, within which a more complete set of laws were flowing.

That is the sign of the formation of the Holy Body.

But the tribulation is not over yet! There is still one last step to take before the final leap! Only after passing it can one be considered a true saint.

Within the sea of ​​lightning, the thunder began to coalesce into blurry humanoid outlines.

They wielded weapons formed from lightning.

Gold for swords, purple for spears, crimson for axes, and azure for halberds—each weapon exudes a terrifying divine might, as if it could cleave the world in two at any moment.

"It's here! The second stage of the Holy Tribulation! The lightning-transformed divine forms and heavenly soldiers! These are the invincible beings who once left their mark on the world and their weapons!" someone exclaimed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the first lightning creature, wielding a golden lightning sword, slashed down at Wang Batian.

When the thunder sword struck down, patterns of laws appeared on its blade, which were the laws of heaven and earth evolving from its own sword techniques.

"Afraid of you? Take this! Extreme Overlord Fist!"

Wang Batian roared, swung his right fist, and activated the Supreme God Technique, unleashing the holy might of his newly formed holy body to strike head-on.

The fist light collided with the sword edge, creating a visible golden ripple that shook the surrounding sea of ​​lightning outwards.

Immediately afterwards, the other lightning creatures emerged from the sea of ​​lightning and pounced on the other ancestors.

Each of them wields a different form of thunder soldier, and every attack forces them to go all out.

Feng Zhi took a deep breath.

He knew that the most dangerous phase of the Holy Tribulation had only just begun.

Those lightning creatures are not inanimate objects, but rather manifestations of divine punishment evolved from the laws of heaven and earth based on the weaknesses of those undergoing tribulation!

They will not tire, they will not retreat, they will fight to the bitter end! Until the one undergoing tribulation destroys them, or the opponent falls to the tribulation lightning first.

The battle cries echoed throughout the land as the old monsters fought a full half-day battle against the transformed creatures!

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the distant horizon.

"No!!"

The sound seemed to be a wail coming from the depths of the primordial spirit! The roar that pierced through the tribulation lightning sent chills down everyone's primordial spirit.

Everyone quickly turned to look.

An old monster had his sea of ​​consciousness shattered by purple divine lightning.

Even his primordial spirit was forcibly pulled out, violently twisted in the lightning, and then shattered inch by inch like glass.

At this moment, his physical body was still in the posture of undergoing tribulation, but the light in his eyes had been completely extinguished.

The next instant, the thunderous creature descended from the sky, engulfing his physical body along with the weapon that had accompanied him for countless years.

Without the mastery of the primordial spirit, the divine weapon that was about to transform into a sacred artifact melted into molten iron in the raging thunder, and its physical body turned into ashes, leaving not even a trace.

Between heaven and earth, only a patch of charred black clouds and the lingering stench of burning remained.

And this is just the beginning.

As the second phase of the Holy Tribulation unfolds in full, more and more old monsters are beginning to falter.

Some died before they could even utter a scream.

An old woman was struck down from the heavens by a powerful enemy who used some means to seal off all her magical power.

Before she even landed, she was struck by the lightning that followed and turned into charred remains.

A middle-aged-looking semi-saint was struggling to defend himself against the fierce onslaught.

Both arms had been severed at the shoulders by Lei Bing, with flesh torn open at the wounds and bones faintly visible.

He roared, trying to activate the sacred artifact to fight back, but before his severed arm could regenerate, a thunder axe cleaved off his skull.

Beneath the clouds of calamity, cries of sorrow gradually arose.

"Ancestor! Ancestor..."

In an ancient city, a descendant of an old monster knelt on the ground, looking up at the dissipating calamity clouds in the sky, and cried his heart out.

That was their family's ancestor, who had been lying dormant for tens of thousands of years, just to seize a chance to become a saint in this lifetime.

Now that the progenitor has passed away, the family has lost its greatest foundation, and no one knows how to proceed from here.

Thirty thousand miles away from the Big Dipper, a mournful cry also came from the ancestral land of a sage family.

One of their family's supreme ancestors was just one step away from reaching the Saint Realm, but ultimately failed to cross that threshold.

When he fell, the array patterns throughout the ancestral land wailed in sorrow.

That was a formation he had personally set up. The moment he died, it lost its dominance, and the formation patterns crumbled inch by inch, turning into a rain of light that fell upon the ancestral land.

The crowd could no longer bear to watch, and a sense of sorrow rose in their hearts.

Those who are falling from grace were all outstanding figures of their time, each one sweeping aside their peers and dominating their region.

They lay dormant for countless millennia, waiting for the world to revive in this lifetime, hoping for a chance to become saints.

But the holy calamity is merciless, and heaven and earth are indifferent... If you can't withstand it, you will be doomed forever.

Severed limbs and remains continued to fall from the clouds of calamity, scattering across mountains and rivers. Holy blood stained the earth red, only to be evaporated by the next bolt of lightning.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Just then, a roar more unwilling than any of the previous screams overwhelmed the raging thunder.

It was an old man who was about to enter the Saint Realm. His Saint Body had already taken shape, and the complete Saintly Laws were merging into his withered body.

His aura is now infinitely close to that of a true saint!