Chapter 647: The Tribulation Fire Burns the Divine, the True Demon

Just as Qin Ming achieved his Nascent Soul and sat cross-legged in his Purple Palace spirit field.

Boom!

Above Wangyue Island, ominous tribulation clouds began to churn and gather, with faint thunder dragons roaring within, radiating terrifying pressure and destruction.

Cultivators watching from afar, upon seeing this, felt a heart-pounding dread as if facing death at close range.

Beneath his life-spirit plant, Yin-Yang Xuan Teng Tree, Qin Ming purged his thoughts, his mind clear and calm, having swiftly adapted to his Nascent Soul's magic power.

Generally speaking.

An Nascent Soul cultivator's entire essence resides in the Nascent Soul itself; the physical body is secondary.

So long as the Nascent Soul remains intact, one can possess another body and rapidly restore one's strength.

But Qin Ming cultivated the demonic race's sacred scripture; his physical cultivation was no less than his Nascent Soul's, even stronger.

For this Tribulation Crossing, Qin Ming's body, comparable to that of a transformed great demon, was one of his greatest assets.

Yet at this moment, Qin Ming's Nascent Soul sensed he had been irrevocably locked by an unseen fate, with no possibility of evasion.

The tribulation clouds stretched a thousand li, and all life within this range felt as if the end of the world had arrived.

Boom! Crack! The first tribulation thunder descended, splitting the heavens, carrying boundless heavenly majesty.

In an instant, lightning flashed! It crashed down!

The world beneath the tribulation clouds, once dark and gloomy, suddenly blazed into daylight.

Qin Ming remained calm, channeling his Nascent Soul magic power, his five fingers grasping the air—a hundred-zhang blue giant sword instantly formed midair, meeting the tribulation thunder head-on.

Boom! The two cataclysmic forces collided, an exaggerated shockwave sweeping everything outward in all directions.

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Far away, atop the thousand-zhang intercontinental spirit vessel of Li Huo Palace.

"He actually succeeded in forming his Nascent Soul?"

"Where did he get a Core Formation Pill? Even I don't have one."

Jing Qing, Li Huo Palace's Nascent Soul Seed, gazed at the celestial phenomenon above Lingdao, speaking bitterly, his face full of resentment.

Yet the next moment.

When he saw the thousand-li expanse of gray tribulation clouds.

His expression revealed a hint of malicious delight.

"Hahahaha! It's the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation! Even if this brat somehow formed his Nascent Soul, he's dead for sure!"

A lean cultivator beside him, confused, stepped forward and asked:

"Senior Brother Jing, what is the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?"

Jing Qing explained: "The Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation corresponds to the number of Earthly Demons' transformations—seventy-two distinct tribulations in total, each terrifying in power."

"The later the tribulation, the more devastating—it's impossible for ordinary magic treasures to withstand such a volume."

"Without extraordinary divine techniques or powerful tribulation-resistant artifacts, a normal Nascent Soul cultivator will perish utterly."

"Even in ancient times, when spiritual energy was abundant, those who crossed the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation were exceedingly rare."

"So you mean this Wangyue True Person is doomed?" the lean cultivator hesitated.

"Naturally. But I'm puzzled—how did this brat summon such a terrifying tribulation?" Jing Qing said, puzzled.

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Outside Lingdao.

Shi Tian Rat and Yin Yin Yi Shuang Bee were crouched atop the massive head of the Xuan Shui Crocodile.

When the tribulation descended, all three beasts' hearts leapt to their throats.

Gazing at the terrifying tribulation clouds, Shi Tian Rat sighed: "It's over, it's over—why has such a tribulation descended?"

This is even more terrifying than the transformation tribulation that the Silver Moon Fox elder endured.

"Master, please hold on!"

And this scene unfolded repeatedly among the onlookers afar.

…

On Lingdao, thunder roared endlessly, lightning flickered.

Qin Ming had already used his own magic techniques to withstand the first dozen tribulations.

Boom! The cataclysmic tribulations continued to fall.

At this moment.

Qin Ming's hand flipped, revealing a blood-red inkstone—the fourth-rank magic treasure, Blood Pagoda.

Qingyang the Old Devil knew Qin Ming was crossing his Nascent Soul tribulation—he had no choice but to act.

But what followed left the old devil utterly stunned.

From within the magic treasure, he gazed at the terrifying tribulation clouds outside and shrieked:

"Earthly Demons Tribulation? What are you doing, boy?!"

Qingyang the Old Devil couldn't understand—this was just a Nascent Soul tribulation, why had it summoned such a heaven-enraged calamity? After scanning the surroundings, his gaze finally settled on the towering, pitch-black ancient vine.

"It must be this vine—too outrageous, it has drawn heaven's wrath."

"Sigh! I've had eight generations of bad luck—just escaped the wolf's den, now I'm in the tiger's lair!"

Helpless, he had already pledged his soul to Qin Ming; the deed was done, the arrow on the string, he had no choice.

If Qin Ming told him to go east, he dared not go west.

Even if the path ahead was a fire pit, he had to close his eyes and jump in. The Blood Pagoda magic treasure was summoned, instantly flooding the sky with crimson light.

Qingyang the Old Devil roared, then manipulated the blood-refined demonic light from the blood sea, slamming it fiercely into the tribulation thunder above.

Undeniably, this demonic treasure, upgraded to fourth-rank, was devastatingly powerful—it bore the brunt of half the tribulations for Qin Ming.

After dozens of tribulations, a weary voice came from within the Blood Pagoda: "Qin… Qin young friend, I… I can't hold on anymore!"

Beneath the Yin-Yang Xuan Teng Tree, Qin Ming's expression grew grave; under such relentless tribulation, he too began to feel the threat.

The Blood Pagoda had shielded him from half the tribulations, now its spiritual essence was severely damaged—it would take a long time to recover.

And the tribulations in the heavens continued.

To have held out this long was already the treasure's limit; Qin Ming promptly recalled the Blood Pagoda.

But the next moment.

Qin Ming's Nascent Soul in his Purple Palace altar looked upward, a sudden sense of impending doom surging within him.

Even his Nascent Soul's spirit trembled in fear.

Boom! The gray tribulation clouds above turned pitch black, like ink.

"Flame of Divine Burning!"

"Qin young friend, use whatever means you have—quickly, or you won't get another chance," Qingyang the Old Devil said weakly, watching the sky's transformation.

"I might just die with you."

Qin Ming's face showed unprecedented gravity.

He pulled out the Gouyu Jin Guang Mirror and, following Qingyang the Old Devil's prior instruction, activated it immediately.

To unlock its second divine ability, he had to absorb this tribulation flame.

According to Qingyang the Old Devil, the Flame of Divine Burning was the most poisonous tribulation flame in heaven and earth, directly targeting the cultivator's spirit and Nascent Soul—with no escape possible.

A single touch would instantly burn it to ash, leaving no chance for reincarnation.

Boom! The terrifying black flames above turned into a rain that covered the entire sky.

The Gouyu Jin Guang Mirror in Qin Ming's hand erupted in golden radiance, instantly engulfing the sky and drawing all the flames into its depths.

Having absorbed this terrifying tribulation flame, the Gouyu Jin Guang Mirror, though seemingly effortless, had reached its limit—it spun dizzily and fell back to Qin Ming's side.

Boom! Before he could catch his breath, another terrifying tribulation thunder split the heavens and crashed down from the ninth sky. Without hesitation, Qin Ming pulled out the magic treasures he had gathered from all over, hurling them like they were worthless.

For over half a day, the tribulations in the heavens showed no sign of stopping.

This left the onlookers breathless.

Far away, Wei Wuyan asked Xuan Yu the Ancestor:

"So the Nascent Soul tribulation is this terrifying? I counted—this is already the sixty-second tribulation."

"Even if I one day form a Nascent Soul, I wouldn't dare face even one of these."

Xuan Yu the Ancestor frowned deeply, gazing afar: "This isn't an ordinary Nascent Soul tribulation. If I'm not mistaken, this is the legendary Earthly Demons Great Tribulation—seventy-two tribulations in total."

The final ten tribulations are undoubtedly the most terrifying; whether Qin Dao fails or survives depends entirely on them.

Pei Qing and others, upon hearing this, were stunned and sighed.

Meanwhile, Jing Qing and others atop the Li Huo Palace spirit vessel wore expressions of utter disbelief.

They never imagined a lone cultivator, a gold-core upstart, had withstood sixty-two of the seventy-two Earthly Demons tribulations.

"This… how is this possible?"

"He even resisted the Flame of Divine Burning—he must be protected by a supreme treasure."

Jing Qing's face twisted with complex emotions—he finally lost his composure.

He had grossly underestimated Qin Ming's power.

If Qin Ming survives these final ten tribulations, he won't become an ordinary Nascent Soul.

Once he crosses this tribulation.

Even their ancestral master, Li Huo Shangren, may not be his match.

In ancient cultivation realms, Nascent Soul experts who crossed the Eight-Nine Earthly Demons Tribulation were nearly invincible in their realm—such individuals possessed incomprehensible divine techniques far beyond ordinary Nascent Souls.

…

Above Wangyue Island, heavenly tribulations continuously fell.

Qin Ming unleashed every technique, transforming into an eight-armed demon monkey and enduring the heavenly tribulation with his bare body, absorbing seven more strikes.

BOOM! The tribulation lightning struck, blasting Qin Ming deep into the earth. Even his body, rivaling that of a transformed great demon beast, was now charred outside and raw within, drenched in blood.

The terror of Earthly Demon Heavenly Tribulation was truly not to be underestimated.

Qin Ming's vital energy and true spiritual Gang had been entirely depleted, retreating automatically back into his body.

CRACK-BOOM!

The third-to-last tribulation descended. Qin Ming's eyes narrowed, preparing to fight with all his might.

But then the Yin-Yang Mystic Vine, his life-spirit plant, wove its black tendrils into a vast black net, shielding him beneath.

The heavenly lightning above had been about to strike, yet seemed to lose its target, halting mid-air. Qin Ming froze, then understood: this tribulation could not be escaped—it must be faced by him alone.

Yet for some reason, the Yin-Yang Mystic Vine's weaving had concealed and blocked even the heavenly fate.

So much so that even the heavenly lightning above had lost its target.

At that moment,

Qingyang the Old Devil within the Blood Pagoda, his aura withered and barely alive, whispered weakly:

"Young Qin! You've come this far."

"Only three tribulations remain—but these three are far more terrifying than all the ones you've endured combined."

"At your current state, you cannot possibly withstand them."

"Fortunately, your strange spirit plant has temporarily masked your heavenly fate—there's still one path left."

"Why not assimilate that primordial demonic qi? Let your body advance once more—perhaps then you'll have a sliver of chance. I've said all I can."

With that, Qingyang's feeble voice faded into silence.

Qin Ming's eyes flickered. Qingyang's words were crude but true. In this dire moment, he had no time for hesitation.

He hadn't anticipated such drastic fluctuations in the heavenly tribulation—it far exceeded his expectations.

"Fuck it! Let's go!"

He gritted his teeth. The cultivation methods of the "Heavenly Demon Body Shaping Scripture" and the "Yuan Sha Seed Demon True Scripture" instantly surfaced in his mind.

Instantly, Qin Ming waved his hand, and the primordial blood of the Great Black Heavenly Demon, along with a strand of primordial demonic qi, floated before him.

Then,

He consumed the "Primordial Demonic Qi" entry in his spiritual sense.

WHIR! Another strand of primordial demonic qi appeared before him—yet this one, born from the entry, was ten times thicker than the strand from the primordial demonic pearl. It was like comparing a candle to the sun.

"How the hell do you still have primordial demonic qi? And this much?!"

Qingyang's dying spirit flickered back to life, eyes wide, his spirit suddenly sharpened.

Qin Ming hadn't expected the entry's primordial demonic qi to be this massive. Yet the next moment, the two strands of primordial demonic qi in midair, as if drawn by an invisible force, merged instantly.

In Qin Ming's gaze, they fused into one.

In an instant, a far more terrifying aura emerged, radiating pitch-black demonic light.

Qingyang within the Blood Pagoda stared at the terrifying qi and cried out: "True Demonic Qi!!"

Qin Ming first opened his mouth and sucked in the fourth-rank demon beast's primordial blood.

His bodily golden core had already reached perfection—only one final step remained to break through.

BOOM! The immense energy within the fourth-rank demon beast's blood erupted violently inside Qin Ming.

He immediately activated the "Heavenly Demon Body Shaping Scripture," pushing toward a higher realm. The crimson demonic monkey shadow behind him, which had vanished due to depleted vital energy, reappeared!

Qin Ming's entire body was now wrapped in a crimson cocoon, as if nurturing a more powerful life.

The essence within the fourth-rank blood was fully absorbed by his bodily golden core.

Yet the Great Black Heavenly Demon, even among fourth-rank demon beasts, was among the weakest—his blood seemed insufficient to trigger further transformation of the bodily golden core.

Qin Ming did not hesitate—he immediately swallowed the True Demonic Qi.

Instantly, his hand seals changed, shifting to the method from the "Yuan Sha Seed Demon True Scripture."

In an instant, he refined the True Demonic Qi and directly sent it into his bodily golden core.

The next moment,

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Countless fissures appeared across the bodily golden core. Between the cracks, blinding pitch-black demonic light erupted.

Qin Ming's body was now wreathed in both crimson energy and black demonic qi, the two intertwined in eerie harmony.

When the bodily golden core finally shattered with a sharp crack, a pitch-black demonic infant leapt forth from the fragments, mimicking its predecessor, absorbing and swallowing all the primordial power of the bodily golden core.

Then, the True Demonic Qi rose from his dantian, forming a black lotus blossom at the center of his chest.

The demonic infant grinned strangely, then flew upward and settled upon the black lotus.

Instantly, a vast, overwhelming force began reshaping Qin Ming's body.

Countless purple-gold patterns emerged across his skin, like intricate tattoos.

More terrifying still, the crimson eight-armed demonic monkey shadow behind him formed distinct hand seals with each arm, manifesting into a three-hundred-zhang-tall eight-armed demonic form.

It was the "Yuan Sha True Demonic Body" from the "Yuan Sha Seed Demon True Scripture."

At the same time,

The black tendrils of the Yin-Yang Mystic Vine stretched out, then gradually dispersed.

CRACK-BOOM!

The heavenly tribulation long brewing in the sky had regained its target. Furious, it slammed down with full force toward Qin Ming's position.

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(End of Chapter)