I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei closed the window and turned back to the table.

Su Wanqing looked at him: "How do you plan to get in?"

Zheng Yifei remained silent and took out a top-level directional communication jade slip from his storage ring.

This was left to him by Ouyang Tian before he left. It allows direct contact with Ouyang Tian himself and is not limited by distance or ordinary formations.

He sent a wisp of his divine sense into the jade slip, leaving only one sentence: "Murong Hao is about to undergo tribulation. Come to Xuantian Market immediately. He needs your help."

The jade transformed into a stream of light and instantly disappeared into the void.

Half an hour later.

In a room on the third floor of the Jubaoge Inn, the space suddenly distorted without warning. There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy or any sound of air being torn apart; it was as if a reflection had suddenly appeared on the calm surface of water.

Ouyang Tian, ​​dressed in a gray robe, walked out of the distorted space.

Su Wanqing instinctively gripped the sword hilt, but after recognizing the person who had come, she released her grip and bowed slightly in greeting.

"metropolitan."

Zheng Yifei poured himself a cup of tea and pushed it across the table: "You came pretty quickly."

Ouyang Tian sat down in the chair, picked up his teacup and took a sip. He looked through the window toward the direction of the Xuan Tian Sect's inner mountain: "That old bastard Murong Hao has finally taken this step. I thought he would have to endure it for another two or three years."

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Southern Wilderness has changed significantly recently. The spiritual energy vortex in the inner mountain has already taken shape, and the tribulation of lightning will arrive in at most ten days."

Ouyang Tian put down his teacup and looked at Zheng Yifei: "You didn't call me here just to see him get struck by lightning, did you?"

"Of course not."

Zheng Yifei smiled and said, "I would like to ask the sect leader for a favor and to go and meet him."

"See him?"

Ouyang Tian was a little puzzled: "At my current level, if I go to see a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, he will think I'm going to kill him. Although the Xuan Tian Sect's protective formation can't stop me, forcing my way in will cause quite a commotion."

"The point is to make him think you're there to kill him, scare him first, and then show him a way out. Sect Master, the rules of the Southern Wilderness are incomplete. Without my help to share the tribulation, he definitely won't survive."

You understand this principle better than I do.

Ouyang Tian fell silent.

Of course he knew. When he was undergoing his tribulation, if Zheng Yifei hadn't used his abnormal Five Elements Mutual Generation Physique to forcibly absorb 30% of the power of the final tribulation, he would have died long ago.

"What do you want from him?"

"Ten spots for the Spirit Wind Eye."

Zheng Yifei answered decisively: "I mentioned it to Qin Cang before, but he refused. So I can only ask the sect leader to speak directly with Murong Hao."

Ouyang Tian looked at Zheng Yifei and suddenly laughed. "You little rascal, you're really good at scheming. Fine, I'll go. However, Murong Hao has been fighting with me for hundreds of years and is naturally suspicious. If I suddenly go to help him, he might not believe me."

"Then give him an irresistible reason. The sect leader is going to the Eastern Divine Continent to build a teleportation array. Although the materials are all ready, we know nothing about the situation there. Having a Nascent Soul stage helper is better than you fighting alone."

Just tell him you're there to recruit him.

Ouyang Tian's eyes lit up slightly. This reason was impeccable.

"Did you bring the jade talisman that recorded your image during your tribulation?"

Zheng Yifei asked.

"Take it with you."

Ouyang Tian took out a jade talisman from his sleeve: "Ye Tianqiong recorded it from a distance at the time, and the scene is very clear."

"That's enough."

Zheng Yifei stood up: "There's no time to lose, Sect Master, you should go now. Murong Hao is currently in a state of extreme tension, so your appearance at this time will be most effective."

Without wasting words, Ouyang Tian stood up, took a step, and his figure merged directly into the void, disappearing from sight.

The forbidden area behind the Xuantian Sect.

This is where the successive sect leaders of the Xuantian Sect have secluded themselves for cultivation. The core of the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation is set up around it, making its defensive power extremely astonishing.

He wore a white Taoist robe, his beard and hair were all white, and his face was withered, but the spiritual pressure emanating from his body was like a volcano about to erupt, making the surrounding air appear distorted and viscous.

He has been sitting here for thirty years.

From the moment he sensed the opportunity to transform into a deity, he severed all ties with the outside world and devoted himself entirely to adjusting his state.

The aura of the Heavenly Tribulation is already brewing in the clouds above. In less than ten days, the moment of life and death will be decided.

Murong Hao slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and his gaze showed no joy at the impending breakthrough, only deep solemnity.

The Southern Wilderness has not produced a Nascent Soul cultivator for thousands of years.

He sensed Ouyang Tian's breakthrough some time ago, but he didn't understand how Ouyang Tian had done it.

According to the ancient records of the Xuantian Sect, the Heavenly Dao rules of the Southern Wilderness Domain are flawed, and the power of the Nascent Soul Tribulation lightning that descends will be several times greater than normal, almost a death sentence.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Murong Hao muttered to himself.

Just then, the space in front of him suddenly rippled like water.

Murong Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end in that instant.

He suddenly stood up, unleashing his full spiritual power as a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator. He quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, preparing to launch a thunderous attack.

The Nine Dragons Sealing the Heavens Formation did not issue any alarms.

But a figure emerged from the rippling spatial ripples.

He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a gray robe and a smile on his face.

"Ouyang Tian!"

Murong Hao's voice became somewhat shrill due to extreme shock and vigilance.

Ouyang Tian stood less than three zhang away from Murong Hao. The viscous spiritual pressure of the half-step Nascent Soul stage around him was like a gentle breeze blowing across a hillside, having no effect whatsoever.

"Old ghost Murong, long time no see."

Ouyang Tian spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were greeting an old friend.

Murong Hao stared intently at Ouyang Tian, ​​his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He could clearly sense that what was standing in front of him was not a phantom, but Ouyang Tian's true form. The aura of law belonging to a true Nascent Soul stage expert pressed down on the spiritual energy within his body, making its circulation sluggish.

"How did you get in?"

Murong Hao gritted his teeth and asked, "The Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation..."

"Don't even mention your lousy formation."

Ouyang Tian waved his hand, "Below the Nascent Soul stage, it is indeed a good formation, but in front of a Nascent Soul formation master, it is just a slightly thicker layer of paper. I didn't want to make too much of a commotion, so I just tore a crack open and came in."

Murong Hao's heart sank to the bottom.

Ouyang Tian's appearance at this time has an obvious purpose.

He was at a critical moment before his tribulation, and his mind could not tolerate any disturbance. If Ouyang Tian made a move now, not only would he have no hope of breaking through, but he might even perish on the spot.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Murong Hao took a deep breath, the spiritual energy between his hands growing brighter and brighter: "Ouyang Tian, ​​we've fought for hundreds of years. If you truly intend to wipe us out, I'll risk my life to tear a piece of your flesh!"

"Put away your pitiful spiritual power."

Ouyang Tian shook his head, a hint of pity in his voice: "If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even have a chance to self-destruct."

As he spoke, Ouyang Tian simply took half a step forward.

An invisible wave of law instantly enveloped the entire forbidden area.

The spiritual energy that Murong Hao had gathered between his hands dissipated instantly, like a flame extinguished by a bucket of ice water. He was forced back three steps by the force and collapsed onto the core of the spirit-gathering array.