Chapter 891: I Shall Shatter Your Divine Dao With My Eternal Chaos of Ten Thousand Ages and a Thousand Autumns

Above Zhuofeng, lightning appeared.

This scene left everyone utterly baffled.

"Could it be the heavenly tribulation from the legends?"

"Breaking into the Fourth Pole realm—why would there be a heavenly tribulation?"

"Is this why the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body finds it so hard to break into the Fourth Pole—a heavenly tribulation descends?"

Many were stunned, watching the lightning descend from the nine heavens and strike toward Ye Fan. It was a purple ocean, bolts crashing down in torrents, thunder rolling like floodwaters, shattering everything, blazing with terrible intensity.

"Boom!"

The thunder seemed about to pierce the eardrums and shatter the soul, coming down from the high sky like the Milky Way falling, like countless great stars smashing down.

"Lightning is a fine thing—the extreme of life and death, containing great creation. If you can withstand it, it will greatly benefit your cultivation base. Ye Fan, remember to cross the tribulation with both your physical body and your spiritual sense together, or you'll have to cross the tribulation twice."

Fang Yu spoke, seemingly unsurprised.

His divine sense swept over this first wave of heavenly tribulation. To him it was nothing at all—just a matter the great Dao could handle. He didn't even need to handle it; his physical body alone could absorb all this lightning.

No problem.

But at this moment within the sea of thunder, Ye Fan's flesh was torn open, his body scorched black, pale-gold blood flowing as he suffered unimaginable harm.

Though gravely wounded, his blood qi surged skyward; he raised his head to the heavens and fought back with all his might.

"So this is the Sacred Body."

At the position of Zhuofeng came a man in blue, radiant and handsome, exceedingly good-looking—none other than Hua Hua Yunfei, once the foremost young expert of the Grand Xuan Sect Gate.

He now stood not far off, curiously sizing up Ye Fan undergoing the heavenly tribulation, praising him without cease.

"Boom!"

Another tide of lightning came crashing down from the high sky with a roar—no one knew how many bolts descended, striking Ye Fan's body, sending pale-gold blood spraying in all directions, his bones creaking and cracking.

Ye Fan's flesh and bones had already been reborn, yet at this moment he still suffered grave wounds—one could see how ferocious this heavenly tribulation was.

"This is too terrifying. What living being could survive such a heavenly tribulation without being smashed to pieces?"

"Since ancient times, hardly anyone has encountered a heavenly tribulation when breaking through."

"I wonder if the Zhidaozhang Sect Supreme himself encountered a heavenly tribulation when he struck at the Fourth Pole back then—he's a monstrous figure!"

Some watched Ye Fan, others watched the Grand Xuan Sect Gate's Sect Supreme Fang Yu. Seeing that this Sect Supreme's expression was calm, his eyes without the slightest ripple, they felt a great deal of respect well up. Clearly the Sect Supreme had foreseen all this; indeed, the Sect Supreme had personally undergone heavenly tribulation himself, which was why he appeared unruffled.

Unlike them, who had only heard of heavenly tribulation but in countless years had never seen one.

Legend has it that during a heavenly tribulation no one else may intervene, or that person will also face heavenly tribulation—whether this is true or not is unknown.

Lightning flashed, and even Ye Fan's formidable physical body was battered beyond recognition; many wounds exposed bone, with pale-gold blood flowing everywhere.

Ye Fan had already passed through four layers of heavenly tribulation. The first was nine bolts of lightning forming a thunderclap; the second was this purple sea, its waves surging violently, seemingly capable of erupting many times over.

"Boom!"

Once more a tide of lightning came, heaven and earth trembling. Ye Fan summoned the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things to undergo the Lei Jie alongside him. Countless lightning scars traced innate patterns across the surface of the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things.