Chapter 998: The Certain Death Tribulation: Ancient Heroes Manifest, I Rule the Vast Earth!

To become a true Supreme, one must cross the Supreme Tribulation.

Countless prodigies have been shattered and sunk in this tribulation, reduced to ashes.

But a few manage to barely survive it.

Moreover, the Supreme Tribulation varies in grade depending on the cultivator who triggers it.

Such as the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, the Six-Nine Desperate Tribulation, the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation, and so on.

The higher the grade of the tribulation, the harder it is to survive.

Of course, surviving it grants even greater strength.

But there is one tribulation that, throughout history, has appeared only a handful of times.

Even the records left behind are scarce.

Many even doubt whether such a tribulation ever truly existed.

That tribulation is called the End Supreme Tribulation.

This tribulation hurls ten thousand kinds of thunder, striking ten thousand times.

Moreover, it manifests the spectral imprints left behind by the strongest tribulation-crossers of all ages.

Those figures, at their lowest, had achieved Emperorhood.

Some were even greater.

As for who can trigger such a tribulation:

Only those who defy heaven itself—those who disrupt the cosmic order and the laws of all things—earn such a fate.

Such individuals, if allowed to advance unimpeded, would overthrow the world’s existing order and rules.

Thus, a death sentence is imposed, to end them before they can disturb heaven and earth.

This is the origin of the name “End Supreme Tribulation.”

Triggering this tribulation is no different from a certain death.

“Heaven! It’s the End Supreme Tribulation!”

“The Chaos Body is this terrifying!”

Countless prodigies were stunned.

For the first time, they witnessed this mysterious tribulation from ancient history.

Ten thousand kinds of thunder churned across the boundless cosmos!

Countless spectral imprints of mighty tribulation-crossers manifested in the void!

The End Supreme Tribulation leads one to finality!

At this moment, every heart trembled!

In the borderlands, amid the vast wilderness, several hazy figures stood firm.

They were the Pretender Emperors stationed long-term at the border.

“That one is… the Chaos Body from beyond the realm.”

“One of the Six World-Ending Kings—do not underestimate him. Do you remember the disasters those few World-Ending Kings brought to our border?”

“The origins and karmic ties of this foreign Chaos Body are impossible to trace, as if erased—no trace remains.”

“To ensure absolute safety, we must kill him.”

“Can we summon that one? Have him act.”

“That might trigger a major problem.”

“There’s no choice. The World-Ending Six Kings—especially a Chaos Body—cannot be allowed to exist. The consequences would be unimaginable.”

The Pretender Emperors guarding the border exchanged spiritual thoughts, their expressions grim.

Meanwhile, at the Edge of the Wilderness, the Blood Altar of Great Sacrifice.

The End Supreme Tribulation was about to descend, shaking all directions.

“Retreat! Quickly retreat! Do not get drawn into it!” Xuan Haoqiong roared.

This was the End Supreme Tribulation.

Even among us Seed-level figures, the highest tribulation any of us had crossed was the Six-Nine Desperate Tribulation.

None of us had even triggered the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation.

As for the End Supreme Tribulation—we dared not even dream of it.

Even if one had already become a Supreme, being drawn into such a tribulation meant only death.

Shiiii! Shiiii! Shiiii!

Countless sonic booms echoed as everyone around retreated.

“The Chaos Body is certain to die—he cannot survive this tribulation!” Jin Wu Xiaoshengwang said.

The power of this End Supreme Tribulation far surpasses our simplified Ancient Ninth Killing Array.

Almost no one can survive it.

Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white robes, tall and slender, stood atop the bone mountain’s peak.

He paid no heed to Jin Wu Xiaoshengwang and the others.

They were nothing but petty clowns.

“The End Supreme Tribulation?”

Jun Xiaoyao looked up at the boundless cosmos.

For any other person, this level of heavenly tribulation meant death.

But for Jun Xiaoyao:

Merely trivial!

Jun Xiaoyao stepped upon the heavens, swept his sleeve, and chaotic energy surged around him, dripping down and crushing the void.

Within his body, a law shimmered with brilliant radiance, while dense blood qi surged.

It was the Body Law!

“The tribulation can perfect my Body Law further.”

To others, this End Supreme Tribulation was a death sentence.

But to Jun Xiaoyao, it was a supreme tonic.

BOOM!

Jun Xiaoyao ascended step by step into the heavens, his feet crushing the void.

With his Body Law crystallized, his physical strength surged exponentially.

He was even beginning to transcend the very concept of physical form.

He had become an existence of law-energy.

Moreover, the three thousand Sumeru worlds he had cultivated through the Body Scripture, now that his Body Law had coalesced,

began to evolve and manifest anew.

From two hundred sixty, they rapidly increased.

Two hundred seventy!

Two hundred eighty!

Two hundred ninety!

BOOM!

Vast thunder intertwined, forming a thunderous sky, sweeping downward!

Heaven cracked, earth shattered, the edge of the wilderness trembled!

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and punched forward!

One punch—splitting heaven!

BOOM!

A thunderclap erupted, shaking the boundless void!

Space fissures stretched for tens of millions of miles!

It was like a cataclysm of annihilation!

Thunder of countless colors descended, annihilating!

Yin Mother Thunder, Xuanming Thunder, Seven-Colored Immortal Thunder, Chaotic Thunder…

Countless thunder tribulations, blinding to behold.

Meanwhile, within the storm clouds, figures of youths appeared.

Men and women alike—the men towering and peerless, the women exquisite beyond compare.

They were the imprints left by the finest of each age.

One male specter rode a five-spirit war chariot, like a Heavenly Emperor touring the world!

One female specter, peerless in grace, like a celestial immortal reborn, raised her palm to suppress all life!

Each specter, without exception, was peerless in their era.

Some even surpassed the Seed-level prodigies present.

“Too terrifying—what kind of tribulation is this?!”

“The Chaos Body is certain to die—he cannot possibly survive!”

The prodigies who had retreated to a distance were filled with dread.

If it were them, they would be reduced to ash within a few breaths.

Amidst endless lightning, Jun Xiaoyao stood like a Chaotic War God, an Immortal Sovereign Unyielding, his hands flipping to shatter heaven and rend earth!

“Heaven itself has fallen before me—what can this tribulation do to me?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s white robes flared and whipped in the wind.

His black hair, wild and disheveled, lent him an even greater air of untamed grace.

To Jun Xiaoyao, he himself was nothingness.

He bore no karmic ties.

His fate was not governed by any rule.

My destiny is mine to command!

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed a Chaotic Great Palm Seal, shattering the lightning tribulation before him.

Behind him, the primordial image of Chaos splitting the heavens emerged—vast and boundless, all swallowed by Chaos!

Even the mighty thunderous tribulation was drowned within it.

Before him, spectral imprints of legendary heroes from ancient history charged forth.

One rode a five-spirit war chariot, like a Supreme Emperor.

Another was a goddess of peerless grace, as if a true immortal reborn.

To all of them, Jun Xiaoyao merely smiled with effortless ease.

“Where are the heroes of history? How many in all ages could stand against me?”

“Through countless ages of rise and fall, you are but dust.”

“Now, upon this boundless earth, I alone command its ebb and flow!”

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeves, summoning the Divine Weeping Battle Spear—his white hair stretching three thousand zhang, drifting through empty space!

One strike of the spear cleaved through countless lightning tribulations, through the twilight’s vast desolation!

All heroes of ten thousand ages are but passing guests—only I, Xiaoyao, leave my name behind!