Chapter 906: The Tribulation Ends

As Li Yi’s attacks continued to pour forth, the divine avatar, even as it desperately drew power from the thunder sea in an attempt to restore itself and fight again, the divine force it had previously gathered scattered wildly, flooding into Li Yi’s body.

This was always a battle of mutual plundering of each other’s power.

After most of the divine force had been seized by Li Yi, the divine avatar had no chance left to win—it became nourishment for Li Yi, paving the way for his future.

And as the plundered divine force grew ever greater, Li Yi felt an indescribable power surge from within his divine blood—this power was the tangible manifestation of bloodline force, imbued with the creative essence of heaven and earth.

“Let go of your obsession. Perish now. Yield the path to godhood—you can no longer stop me.”

Silver radiance flowed over Li Yi’s fists; his punches not only shattered the divine avatar’s body, but also crushed the hard-won divine will, which, once shattered, returned once more to the heavens and earth.

As the will gradually dissipated, the divine avatar ceased attempting to reform its body—it had truly reached its limit. Its final strength merged into the thunder sea, then vanished utterly.

BOOM!

The thunder sea churned, growing wilder; countless lightning bolts erupted from all directions, striking Li Yi’s body incessantly.

Each bolt that struck left behind a silver divine pattern on his skin, aiding in refining his divine blood and helping him better adapt to the divine power within.

This sensation was not painful; on the contrary, it was soothing, strangely wonderful.

“Has the tribulation of godhood passed?”

Li Yi panted, allowing the lightning to strike him, sensing the transformation within—every hair, every cell radiated immense power.

Under the baptism of lightning, his wounds healed rapidly.

This thunder sea seemed to contain a creative force from this ancient heaven and earth, capable of restoring a divine-blood warrior who had survived the tribulation of godhood within an instant.

His hundred-zhang-tall body unfolded, every inch of skin entwined with lightning.

Li Yi seemed to have become the legendary Thunder God—every movement exuded overwhelming pressure; merely standing there, the entire heavens and earth roared.

To reach such a state through sheer physical strength alone was simply inconceivable.

If he faced the Demon King now, a single punch would kill him. Moreover, his body had undergone transformation; having become a god in one step, his physical limitations had been shattered—he could now open more acupoints and enhance his magic power.

He still had vast room for growth.

As the power within the thunder sea was absorbed by Li Yi, the sea shrank rapidly; the crimson-gold sky began to reappear, and sunlight once more spilled down.

Everyone now understood: the tribulation of godhood had passed. Lord Da Yi of Chishan had not perished in the test of his ancestral deity—he had crossed the very step all warriors dreamed of, becoming a true god.

“Good, very good. Da Yi has finally survived this tribulation,” Miao Hui Zi said, finally allowing a smile to break through his tense expression.

“Is this the might of a god of the Wildlands? Terrifying—mere physical strength can shatter void and shake heaven and earth. In the Daoist world, such a thing is unthinkable.” A Daoist of Three Flower Realm was deeply shocked.

Though Daoists absorb the five celestial energies to nourish their organs, and though their bodies are not weak under such cultivation—far stronger than those on Xuanxian Continent—they are still like infants compared to the Wildlands, utterly defenseless.

And no one forgot: Li Yi, besides possessing the power of a god, was also a Daoist—already at One Flower Realm. If one day he achieved the Three Flowers converging at the crown and the Five Energies flowing to the source, uniting his Primordial Spirit with his body, the power unleashed would be truly terrifying.

“From today on, Chishan Mountain will become the Chijin Kingdom. All tribes, great cities, and mountain lords within a thousand li shall now be under his dominion,” said the Grand Priest Dou Kun, trembling with excitement inside the Prefect’s Mansion.

He never imagined he would one day follow a god. Recalling just a few years ago—when Changshan Tribe was destroyed, its warriors slaughtered, the survivors sold into slavery—it felt like a dream.

Also filled with excitement was the merchant lord Xiu Xiang in Chishan City—he had watched Li Yi rise. Back then, Li Yi was merely an ordinary divine-blood warrior wandering the Northern Wilds. As merchant lord, he had recognized gold in the rough and chosen to fund this divine-blood warrior.

Yet as time passed, this once-ordinary warrior swiftly grew into a divine-blood scion, then became Lord of Chishan Mountain, then a god—such rapid transformation was unprecedented.

No divine-blood warrior had ever reached this level in so short a time.

Consider: any lord of a hundred mountains was hundreds of years old, having endured long trials and battles before one day attracting the gaze of ancestral will and manifesting the signs of godhood.

“Could this be the secret of cultivation that Nan Shan Bo spoke of?” Xiu Xiang’s eyes flickered as he recalled the sage’s words.

Cultivation grants every person the chance to become a god.

And as for the secret of cultivation, a thousand words boiled down to one: “Those who consume qi become divine and live long.”

As the thunder sea shrank rapidly, the thunder in heaven and earth faded. Five days passed before all ended—yet the giant still sat upon a cloud of auspicious mist, radiating five-colored light, his body flowing with silver divine power, his overwhelming divine aura covering the entire Chishan Range, causing warriors of many tribes to kneel and worship without thought.

At this moment, Li Yi’s Primordial Spirit returned to its place. He sensed divine power surging from every part of his body, rushing toward his Primordial Spirit manifestation.

“Once the body grows strong, the Primordial Spirit is nourished,” he immediately understood this transformation.

Though divine-blood warriors of this world knew nothing of cultivation, once one becomes a god, the body automatically teaches one how to cultivate—no guidance needed. One need only follow instinct in life and battle.

Li Yi was now in this state: his body absorbed spiritual energy from heaven and earth automatically; his Primordial Spirit was nourished by the body itself—even while sleeping, he grew stronger.

Active cultivation merely accelerated this process.

Soon.

Li Yi discovered another fact: his body was now a hundred zhang tall, and he could not return to his original human form. He did not know if this was unique to him or if all warriors who became gods were like this.

“The Art of Size Transformation.”

Quickly, he recalled a Daoist technique and activated it.

Instantly, his hundred-zhang body shrank rapidly.

Though the Art of Size Transformation struggled to increase power, altering an object’s size was relatively simple.

Soon.

Li Yi returned to his normal size, then descended from the heavens atop the auspicious cloud, returning once more to Chishan Mountain.

But this time, Li Yi noticed: everyone’s gaze at him had changed—now filled with awe and reverence. Clearly, they no longer looked upon him as a man, but as a god.

Even the Daoist masters of Three Flower Realm were no exception.

“Have Xuan Yue Zi and Xiang Xiang Zi not returned? How is the situation at Shenyu City? Has anything gone wrong?” As soon as Li Yi returned, he inquired about the current state of affairs.

“The Divine Tree of Shenyu City is too vital. The two Immortal Maidens chose to remain there as a precaution. Though the Lord of North Wind has departed, many still covet the Divine Tree,” a Daoist master replied immediately.

“It seems I must appear at Shenyu City to intimidate others. After all, Shenyu City now belongs to me—if, having just become a god, I lost the Divine Tree, I would lose all face,” Li Yi said.

(End of Chapter)