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"Zheng Yifei!"

Murong Hao couldn't help but speak up: "Step back! You can't withstand this lightning tribulation!"

Zheng Yifei did not retreat. He looked up at the black lightning pillar that was forming above his head, and a crazy smile appeared on his lips.

"Sect Leader Murong, mind your own business."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a thick, dark purple lightning bolt crashed down.

The lightning bolt suddenly split in mid-air, with two-thirds striking Murong Hao and the remaining third turning a corner and crashing into Zheng Yifei.

"boom!"

The entire crater trembled violently, and half of the surrounding array flags were instantly destroyed.

The cultivators of the Xuantian Sect were shaken and staggered, with many Golden Core deacons vomiting blood and falling unconscious.

The lightning dissipated.

Murong Hao knelt on one knee, panting heavily. His white robe was charred black, but his breathing remained steady, indicating that he had not suffered a fatal injury.

He looked up and gazed at something forty meters away.

Zheng Yifei stood there, his clothes turned to ashes, revealing his strong, muscular body.

His skin was covered with charred cracks, but deep within the cracks, no blood flowed out; instead, it flashed with dazzling purple lightning.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body.

His cultivation, suppressed for forty-two days, was finally released completely at this moment.

The five nascent souls simultaneously emitted a long roar from his dantian, their size doubled, and their surfaces were wrapped with a layer of fine lightning patterns.

Late Nascent Soul stage!

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes; there were no pupils in his eyes, only two leaping balls of lightning.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within him that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, and exhaled a satisfied breath.

Murong Hao looked at him, his eyes filled with shock.

He knew that what Ouyang Tian said was true; this person really could use the Nascent Soul Tribulation as a tool for body tempering.

Day 49.

The final lightning tribulation is also the strongest strike that determines life or death.

The sky over Uchiyama had completely darkened; there was no wind, no sound, and a suffocating sense of oppression enveloped everyone's hearts.

Of the 140 cultivators of the Xuantian Sect, only a few Nascent Soul elders were still struggling to hold on; the rest of the Golden Core deacons had all retreated to a distance of 200 meters.

They could not withstand this oppressive force of Heaven.

Su Wanqing and the others also stopped cultivating, opened their eyes, and stared nervously at the center of the arena.

Murong Hao straightened up and took out a long sword exuding an ancient aura from his storage ring. This was the most prized treasure of the Xuantian Sect, and he was prepared to fight to the death.

Just then, Zheng Yifei did something that made everyone think he was crazy.

He took another step forward.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.

He walked directly to a spot only ten meters away from Murong Hao!

Ten meters!

This distance means that he and Murong Hao will be completely exposed to the center of the final lightning tribulation. The tribulation will not branch out again, but will engulf them both.

"Is he looking for death?"

Zhou Hong cried out in alarm from afar.

The elders of the Xuantian Sect were all wide-eyed, unable to comprehend Zheng Yifei's suicide.

Murong Hao panicked: "Zheng Yifei! What are you doing! Go back! You'll drag me down with you!"

The power of the lightning tribulation will increase based on the number of people in the core area. Since Zheng Yifei is so close, the power of the final lightning tribulation will increase by at least 30%!

Zheng Yifei ignored Murong Hao's roar.

He turned his head and glanced at Su Wanqing, who was ninety meters away.

Su Wanqing gripped the sword, her palms sweating. But she neither spoke to dissuade them nor rushed forward.

She looked into Zheng Yifei's eyes and saw that familiar madness and absolute confidence that comes from being pushed to the limit.

She had seen this look in Ouyang Tian's eyes when he was undergoing his tribulation.

She knew that once Zheng Yifei made a decision, not even the Heavenly King himself could stop him.

"bring it on."

Zheng Yifei turned his head and stared directly at the black tribulation cloud above him, which resembled an abyss.

The five nascent souls within his body circulated wildly, and the five spiritual energies of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth poured out without reservation, forming a huge five-colored millstone in mid-air.

Lightning flashed in the center of the millstone.

"BOOM—!!!"

There was no deafening sound, only a dull tremor that exceeded the limits of hearing.

A pure black lightning bolt, twice as thick as before, crashed straight down from the clouds with an aura of world-destroying destruction.

The lightning bolt instantly engulfed both Murong Hao and Zheng Yifei.

The blinding light forced everyone to close their eyes, and their consciousness was pulverized the moment it came into contact with that area.

The earth is sinking rapidly.

In the center of the ring-shaped mountain, a huge crater tens of meters deep was smashed out.

The intense light lasted for a full ten breaths.

As the light finally faded, the calamity clouds in the sky began to dissipate rapidly, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell to the bottom of the giant pit.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the pit.

At the bottom of the pit, Murong Hao knelt on one knee, leaning on his broken longsword.

He was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

An aura of law, surpassing the Nascent Soul stage and belonging to the Divine Transformation stage, was slowly and steadily resurfacing from his body.

He survived.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Murong Hao raised his head, let out a wild laugh, and then disappeared from the spot.

In the Southern Wilderness, the second Nascent Soul stage cultivator has been born.

And ten meters away from Murong Hao.

Zheng Yifei stood there quietly.

He neither knelt nor fell down.

His skin was completely carbonized, like a charred corpse.

But the next moment, accompanied by a series of soft "crackling" sounds, the carbonized dead skin began to peel off.

It revealed the flawless new skin underneath, as white as jade.

Zheng Yifei slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, five-colored spiritual light and purple lightning intertwined, forming a perfect miniature array.

The five nascent souls within his body had fully grown into human form, sitting cross-legged in his dantian, their appearance solemn and dignified.

The Nascent Soul stage has been completed.

Zheng Yifei raised his hand and casually snapped his fingers.

There was no flame at his fingertips, only a tiny black spatial rift that flashed by.

His power has reached the limit that the Nascent Soul stage can contain.

Zheng Yifei turned around and looked ninety meters away.

The spiritual storm there has subsided.

Su Wanqing, sword in hand, slowly stood up. Her aura was extremely restrained, yet she herself was like a divine weapon drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, her Nascent Soul fully formed.

The illusory image of the alchemy furnace above Zhao Ling's head returned to her body, her eyes were clear as water, and her nascent soul was complete.

Li Jianfeng wiped the dust off his sword, sheathed it, and completed his Nascent Soul cultivation.

Wang Changsheng put away the array plate, let out a long breath, and his Nascent Soul was complete.

Xu Tianyang stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at the direction outside the inner mountain, his killing intent almost tangible. He had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Xu Zhenghai and Xu Muyao, radiating stable early-stage Nascent Soul energy, successfully crossed that insurmountable barrier.

Although Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao were covered in dust and dirt, the golden cores in their dantian had been stabilized and were exuding the powerful aura of the mid-stage golden core.

Ten people.

This is a terrifying force capable of sweeping away any top sect in the Southern Wilderness.

As Zheng Yifei stepped out of the giant pit, Su Wanqing and the others immediately came to greet him and stood behind him.

The ten people stood together without deliberately releasing their spiritual pressure, but the oppressive feeling they exuded after experiencing the baptism of heavenly tribulation caused the Xuan Tian Sect elders around them to unconsciously take a few steps back.

Zhou Hong's face was ashen.

Looking at this group of people, he had only one thought in his mind: a great battle was about to break out in the Xuantian Sect. Even if he could suppress this group of people, the Xuantian Sect would be severely weakened and might be wiped out by the Tianmo Sect.

Zheng Yifei ignored the horrified looks around him.

He looked up towards the direction of the inner mountain gate.

Qin Cang was still waiting there.

"Let's go."

Zheng Yifei stretched his neck, and his bones cracked crisply.

"It's time to settle the score with Elder Qin."

Xu Tianyang clenched his fist, while Su Wanqing placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Ten people, facing the sunlight, strode outwards.

No one can stop them anymore.

Xuantian Sect cannot, and Qin Cang certainly cannot.