Chapter 598: Swallowing the Thunder Tribulation, Digging for Dragon Pearl

In the distance, a figure slowly came to a halt.

Standing in white robes, he suddenly lifted his head, and in an instant, the white‑robed man's brows knit tightly.

His eyes gazed into the distant thunder tribulation clouds, spotting a figure within; the thunder clouds roiled, tribulations struck repeatedly, yet someone swayed inside.

Indeed, swaying within the thunder tribulation cloud, the sudden roar of thunder was the final proof; the white‑robed man stared for a while, his pupils slightly constricted, then, unable to believe it, he watched repeatedly and confirmed that there truly was a man inside the cloud—not a hallucination nor an illusion.

Everything before his eyes seemed so real; the man locked onto the figure and muttered softly, "Is it him?"

"A very familiar feeling, but why did he run into the thunder tribulation cloud?"

For a moment, he couldn't understand why anyone would run into such a perilous place; even he wouldn't dare be so reckless. A thunder tribulation is a near‑death ordeal, scarier than any place in the world, yet…

His blood vessels trembled, his soul quivered, confirming without doubt that it truly was a thunder tribulation.

"The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King's lingering thunder tribulation cloud—if that person entered it and stirred the cloud, is the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King dead?"

His brows furrowed, his gaze… incredulous.

He double‑checked the person's identity repeatedly; it couldn't be wrong—it's him.

Longshe Shan's Chen Chuyang was inside the thunder tribulation cloud; when he entered, he didn't know.

The ever‑spreading tribulation energy made him uncomfortable, and he strongly resisted moving closer.

He stared for a long time; the thunder cloud showed no sign of dispersing, nor did the person inside intend to emerge. Reluctant to see the cloud vanish quickly, this illusion left him puzzled.

"It seems I must hurry over; hopefully it's still in time."

"Ten Thousand Poison Demon King, you can't die so quickly."

The white‑clad figure hesitated briefly, then rushed forward.

Meanwhile.

From the direction of the Heavenly Heart Sect, Daoist Tianmeng, leading his companions, had just left the sect and sensed the aura of a thunder tribulation.

At a moderate distance, he raised his hand; those behind him halted, awaiting Daoist Tianmeng's next command.

Daoist Tianmeng lifted his head, staring at the spot that made his soul tremble, and saw a swath of darkness.

Within the pitch‑black clouds, a thunder tribulation bombarded.

"Boom—"

A sudden thunder tribulation roared, and Daoist Tianmeng's spirit quivered.

Her eyes narrowed, fixed intently on the thunder cloud; as expected, she indeed noticed.

"What is that?"

Her gaze remained fixed on the cloud, where the tribulation bombarded, continuously emitting booming sounds.

It wasn't the tribulation descending, but… what the tribulation was bombarding.

"There's something inside the thunder cloud."

"It's a person."

Suddenly, Daoist Tianmeng saw a figure; yes, indeed, it was a silhouette, not any other object.

The people behind her also looked on.

Soon, they identified the issue: a figure had appeared inside.

"A silhouette?"

"Someone entered the thunder cloud to undergo tribulation?"

"No, that's wrong; it's not tribulation, he's… refining his body?"

"Using the thunder cloud to refine the body—that's insane! That's a tribulation, after all."

"Who could it be? Could it be the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King? Has he successfully transformed into a dragon?"

In an instant, the disciples thought many things: if the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King truly succeeded in becoming a dragon, then for them to go over now would be no different from courting death.

A stir of chaos arose; their thoughts diverged.

Daoist Tianmeng's mind became chaotic—not because she lacked composure, but because the matter was truly incomprehensible.

Incredulous.

"That person?"

Daoist Tianmeng hesitated briefly, then made a decision.

"He is not the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King; he is human, not a beast."

"The scent of a human, not demonic aura."

"Who exactly? So reckless?"

She pondered who could achieve this; as far as she knew, no one in the world could.

Even her senior brother wouldn't dare to let himself go so far.

That's a tribulation, after all—anyone who sees it would turn and flee, not rush in to seek death.

"Uncle Teacher Tianmeng, shall we discuss this at length?"

"Yes, Uncle, we're not in a hurry to go."

"Uncle, let's observe first, then proceed."

The group's thoughts shifted; life was paramount, revenge and dignity now vanished like smoke.

Being alive mattered more than anything; waiting for a Strong One was beyond their capacity to confront.

Daoist Tianmeng thought the same, raised his hand, and ordered, "All descend, regroup on the spot."

"Understood."

The group hurried to descend, yet they didn't want to go over—at least for now they didn't wish to proceed.

No matter who comes, it's impossible.

Within the thunder tribulation cloud.

Chen Chuyang felt the vast heavenly tribulation, the boundless energy, continuously pouring into his body, becoming his energy.

The Golden Core devoured all, the lightning technique rose.

The lightning technique seed on the Golden Core rapidly grew, belonging to his heavenly tribulation divine ability, at this moment, suddenly increased.

His body, too, under the bombardment of the heavenly tribulation, rapidly increased.

His body had long been forged to be very strong, having undergone how many heavenly tribulation bombardments, it was no longer a mortal flesh.

The Myriad Poison Demon King's heavenly tribulation, its power increased not just a little.

But it increased greatly, greatly.

That power, that exhilarating feeling, truly makes people excited.

Half an hour later.

Chen Chuyang felt satisfied, these heavenly tribulation clouds dispersed, as if sensing Chen Chuyang's purpose, no longer brewing.

Chen Chuyang reluctantly descended, the heavenly tribulation aura on his body rich, gradually contracting.

When he landed, the lightning dissipated, his cultivation, as if shedding worldly adornments, returned to simplicity.

"So exhilarating."

He sighed deeply, Chen Chuyang looked again at the Myriad Poison Demon King's corpse; under the heavenly tribulation, his corpse had already turned black.

Many places had turned to charcoal.

Touching the corpse, Chen Chuyang sighed deeply: "What a pity, such fine forging material is wasted like this."

"The rest of these can still be used."

"What about his inner core?"

Chen Chuyang released his Spiritual Sense, searching for the Myriad Poison Demon King's inner core; that inner core had transformed greatly, possibly not an inner core but a dragon pearl.

First find the dragon pearl, then take the Myriad Poison Demon King's other weapons.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, the Three Rank White Lotus Platform, the Demon-Subduing Pestle—these are all good things; Chen Chuyang found them, with a thought, collected them.

But we cannot leave these for others; these are all good things.

After searching around, Chen Chuyang found the dragon pearl.

"Found it, it was actually here."

"It's really well hidden."

He reached out, pierced the Myriad Poison Demon King's hard shell, tore open an opening, and reached inside.

Soon, in his hand appeared a fist-sized bead, dripping with blood.

The black bead showed a hint of brightness; the process of the inner core transforming into a dragon pearl was just a little shy of completion.

What a pity, the Myriad Poison Demon King was just one step away.

Having passed the heavenly tribulation, he is a heavenly dragon, not a centipede.

"What a pity, the dragon pearl has many impurities, not a pure dragon pearl."