I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei led the nine men through the passage. What appeared before them was a wide-open, ring-shaped mountain area.

The mountain was surrounded by a dense array of flags, with a large, flat blue stone in the center.

Murong Hao sat cross-legged in the center of the bluestone. The area radiating outward from him for one hundred meters was the core area of ​​the Spirit Wind Eye.

At this moment, within a radius of 100 meters, 140 cultivators from the Xuantian Sect were already sitting densely packed together.

Zheng Yifei's divine sense swept across the area, and the situation became clear at a glance: one hundred and twenty-five Golden Core stage deacons and true disciples, and fifteen Nascent Soul stage elders in the early and middle stages.

Zhou Hong was among them. When he saw Zheng Yifei and the others walk in, Zhou Hong's face instantly darkened, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. But he quickly lowered his head and dared not look any longer.

Zheng Yifei ignored Zhou Hong and led his men inside.

Murong Hao opened his eyes, saw Zheng Yifei, and forced a smile on his tense face: "Young friend Zheng, you've arrived."

The fact that the dignified half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, the sect master of the Xuantian Sect, took the initiative to greet a wanted criminal in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm made the surrounding elders and disciples of the Xuantian Sect feel extremely uncomfortable, but they could only keep it to themselves.

"Sect Leader Murong."

Zheng Yifei smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Having been entrusted with this task, I must fulfill my duty. Let us take our seats now."

Zheng Yifei turned to look at Su Wanqing and the others, and pointed to the outer circle: "You can sit over there, don't sit too close to the front."

Everyone nodded and found an open space to sit cross-legged.

After arranging things for the others, Zheng Yifei didn't stop himself. Instead, he took ten more steps forward and stopped eighty meters away from Murong Hao.

Murong Hao glanced at him, said nothing, just nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and formed a hand seal.

boom!

A dull thud came from underground.

Immediately afterwards, the black tribulation clouds in the sky began to spin wildly, forming a huge funnel, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of miles poured down into this ring-shaped mountain area like a flood bursting its banks.

The forty-nine-day Nascent Soul Transformation Tribulation officially began.

The spiritual energy is so rich.

The wind brushed against my face, not from the movement of air, but from the sensation of liquefied spiritual energy droplets hitting my skin. With each breath, a massive amount of spiritual energy surged into my meridians through my mouth and nose, causing a dull ache.

The cultivators of the Xuantian Sect immediately held their breath and focused their minds, frantically circulating their cultivation techniques to absorb this rare opportunity.

Zheng Yifei closed his eyes, and the five nascent souls within his body opened their eyes simultaneously. The five spiritual energies of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth formed a perfect closed loop, like a tireless millstone, crushing and purifying the violent spiritual energy surging into his body, and then evenly distributing it to the five nascent souls.

For the first six days, there was no tribulation of lightning, only pure spiritual energy infusion.

Noon on the seventh day.

The calamity clouds in the sky suddenly stopped spinning.

After a brief silence, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket struck down without warning.

Their target was Murong Hao in the central government.

Murong Hao neither dodged nor used any magical treasures. Instead, he let out a deep shout and used his physical body to withstand the attack.

The purple lightning instantly engulfed him, and the residual power of the lightning spread outwards along the bluestone ground.

Zheng Yifei, who was sitting 80 meters away, was also affected by the residual force of the lightning.

What happened next shocked everyone.

Faced with the lingering power of the lightning, the Xuan Tian Sect elders around them raised their protective spiritual light or summoned defensive magical artifacts, fearing that the destructive power of the Heavenly Dao contained in the lightning tribulation would damage their meridians.

But Zheng Yifei did nothing.

He removed the five-colored protective light barrier from his body, allowing the wandering purple arcs of electricity to climb up his body along the ground.

"Is he insane?"

Seeing this scene from afar, Zhou Hong cursed inwardly, thinking that even the residual power of the lightning tribulation could cause a Nascent Soul cultivator to suffer greatly.

But Zheng Yifei showed no sign of pain.

The purple arcs of electricity drilled into his body, but instead of wreaking havoc, they flowed along his meridians and were drawn into the cycle of the five elements.

When Zheng Yifei shared the tribulation lightning at Ouyang Tian's Daoist temple, his body had already been thoroughly cleansed by the tribulation lightning of the Nascent Soul stage. That time, he comprehended a trace of the rules of lightning on the verge of life and death.

Thunder, the master of destruction, but also the source of life.

His Five Elements constitution developed a peculiar affinity for lightning. When lightning entered his body, it did not tear his meridians; instead, it acted like a heavy hammer, constantly pounding his bones, flesh, and nascent soul, gradually removing impurities from his body.

Zheng Yifei could feel that the spiritual power within his body was undergoing a qualitative change.

Previously, when he used the Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, he relied on the extreme compression of the five elements' spiritual power, but now, his spiritual power has an added trace of violent lightning attribute.

"not enough."

Zheng Yifei thought to himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the gathering clouds of calamity above his head.

This time, he not only wanted to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, but also to completely temper this body into a container capable of containing the rules of lightning.

Time passed day by day.

The frequency and power of the lightning tribulations are increasing.

The concentration of spiritual energy within the Spirit Wind Eye had reached an unbelievable level.

Day 30.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp sword intent erupted around Su Wanqing's body.

This sword intent soared into the sky, actually shredding several small bolts of lightning that were falling from above.

Her nascent soul suddenly swelled to a whole size, and the bottleneck in her cultivation, which had been stagnant at the mid-stage of the nascent soul realm, shattered under the dual stimulation of the immense spiritual energy and the residual power of the lightning.

Late stage of Nascent Soul.

Su Wanqing opened her eyes, a flash of sword light appearing in them, her aura becoming even more profound.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Ling, who was not far away, also achieved a breakthrough.

Her breakthrough wasn't as dramatic as Su Wanqing's, but a huge, illusory alchemy furnace appeared above her head. The surrounding spiritual energy was frantically absorbed by the furnace and transformed into pure medicinal energy to nourish herself.

Zhao Ling successfully entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

In the following days, breakthroughs were announced one after another.

Xu Tianyang's eyes were bloodshot, and the images of the Qingyun Sect's destruction and the tragic deaths of hundreds of thousands of his clansmen kept replaying in his mind. That deep-seated hatred transformed into the strongest obsession, propelling him to break through the threshold of the late Nascent Soul stage.

At the moment of breakthrough, he stared intently at the direction outside the inner mountain, where Qin Cang was located.

Li Jianfeng's breakthrough was swift and decisive. His longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and with a clang of the sword, his cultivation naturally advanced to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The array plate floating in front of Wang Changsheng lit up with complex light patterns. While absorbing spiritual energy, he deduced the changes in the laws within the lightning tribulation. Unbeknownst to him, his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Xu Zhenghai and his daughter Xu Muyao, though lacking in foundation, both achieved the Golden Core Perfection under this fortuitous opportunity and began making final preparations for breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The most difficult task was for Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao.

They were only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and the spiritual energy within the Spirit Wind Eye was far too violent for them.

"Swallow the pills!"

Without hesitation, the two stuffed the top-grade Golden Core Pill and Barrier Breaking Pill that Zheng Yifei had prepared in advance into their mouths.

The medicinal properties dissolved, and combined with the vast spiritual energy from the outside world, forcefully opened up the dantian of the two people, compressing the liquid spiritual energy into a perfectly round golden core.

After breaking through to the Golden Core stage, the two did not stop, but continued to absorb spiritual energy, steadily progressing towards the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

All nine members of the team are making rapid progress.

However, Zheng Yifei's cultivation level remained at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

His aura was more terrifying than any late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The five-colored aura on his body was no longer visible; instead, a layer of fine purple lightning surrounded him like a suit of thunder armor.

Each time the lightning tribulation struck Murong Hao, stray bolts of electricity would fall on Zheng Yifei. However, these lightning bolts, which were enough to seriously injure an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, were like mud oxen entering the sea when they hit him, not even causing a splash.

"What is he doing?"

The elders of the Xuantian Sect were dumbfounded.

They had never seen anyone who could eat heavenly tribulations.

Zheng Yifei stood up.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, he walked ten meters forward, braving the raging storm of spiritual energy.

Then I walked another ten meters.

He moved from 80 meters to 60 meters.

At this distance, the residual power of the lightning tribulation is no longer just electric arcs on the ground, but small branches of lightning will strike directly on your head.

Zheng Yifei sat down cross-legged, letting the branching lightning strike him.

He didn't break through because he was suppressing himself.

The appetite of five Nascent Soul cultivators is too great; he needs to lay an extremely solid foundation.

He is constantly tempering his meridians with lightning, making them wide and resilient enough to withstand even greater forces in the future.

Day 42.

The eighth tribulation lightning, which is the penultimate tribulation lightning, is about to descend.

The tribulation clouds in the sky were already very low, almost touching the surrounding mountain peaks. The lightning in the clouds was no longer purple, but faintly revealed a black light of destruction.

Murong Hao's expression became extremely solemn.

He stood up, gathering his spiritual power to its peak, ready to receive this fatal blow.

Just then, Zheng Yifei moved again.

He stood up and strode forward.

Ten meters, twenty meters.

He stopped just forty meters away from Murong Hao.

This location is already within the core strike zone of the lightning tribulation.