Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 964 - 720: The Three Realms of Immortals, The Eve of the Cataclysm (Part 3)

Due to the fusion of the two worlds, the laws from both realms have intertwined, rendering the Celestial Tribulation far more ferocious and savage, its power surging by three full layers.

Right now, he is not alone; countless cultivators are facing their tribulations.

From Refining Void breaking into Harmonization, Harmonization charging toward Tribulation Crossing, Tribulation Crossing pushing to higher realms—cultivators of the Purple Mansion World and Feiyu World alike have all begun their tribulations, seizing these final instants to boost their cultivation to the utmost.

The world has fallen eerily silent at this juncture.

Within the void, thunder crackles relentlessly, while destructive calamities ravage all in their path.

No Human Tribulation arises, no assaults from mighty experts, just pure annihilation.

Cultivators avoiding tribulation are busy recovering, replenishing their primordial qi, solidifying their foundations, gearing up for the ultimate clash.

Boom boom boom!

Explosions echo through the void as thunderbolts rage across the expanse.

This moment feels paradoxically secure, yet teeters on the brink of utter peril.

At the space passage site, cultivators from both worlds stand vigil, poised for the climactic confrontation.

…

Rumble!

Boom boom boom!

At that instant, silver lightning pours from the void like a storm, swiftly escalating beyond the mere prelude into full-blown destructive Celestial Tribulation.

Yin Yang Qi churns wildly in the void, morphing into the Yin Yang Tribulation that crashes downward.

Yin Yang Divine Thunder, Life and Death Divine Thunder, Destruction Divine Thunder, and more—all plunge forth, obliterating everything, shattering all existence.

Lu Xuanji vaults skyward, plunging into the tribulation clouds, where he unleashes punches and stomps, his overbearing presence dominating all, the Thirty-Three Heavens shimmering behind him in layered shifts, as though an invincible Immortal Realm materializes, lording over the universe.

"Rise!"

With a thunderous roar, Lu Xuanji invokes the paramount secret art.

The Thirty-Three Celestial Grotto Heaven bursts forth, surging ahead to devour and refine the Yin Yang Calamity ceaselessly; lightning detonates inside the grotto heaven with crackling fury, undergoing total demolition and savage shredding.

Unleashing ultimate magical prowess, he engulfs and processes every ounce of thunderbolt energy within a hundred miles, absorbing it completely.

To blaze through the calamity at top speed, Lu Xuanji resorts to a brutal tactic, compelling the thunder's power into submission through raw force.

This method proves brutally aggressive, thrusting him into immense peril.

As he devours the Celestial Tribulation's might, the ferocious energies clash within, fracturing his body from inside, blood spraying from his lips, his aura waning progressively.

Still, his face stays resolute, devoid of doubt, pressing on with the secret art to accelerate the lightning's refinement—time slips away too fast, leaving no room for lingering.

No soul can predict when the great battle will ignite.

Rumble!

The Power of Creation whirs into action, the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure spins alive, manifesting as thirty-three swirling black holes that voraciously consume and transmute all, thunder blasts crackling wildly before yielding to gentle Thunder Water.

The ferocious thunder, stripped of its cataclysmic blasts, evolves into boundless vitality.

This vitality surges through him, integrating into his frame, propelling his cultivation to Tribulation Crossing Second Layer.

Just then, the Celestial Tribulation amasses at a blistering pace, somber tribulation clouds gather, gold, wood, water, fire, earth gleam as Five Elements power fuses, birthing infinite vitality that flips into boundless ruin.

The void shimmers, runes ignite, forming a humanoid silhouette eerily mirroring Lu Xuanji.

Not just the aura matches, but the magical powers, divine arts too—every facet aligns perfectly.

Like a perfect clone of himself.

Through the Celestial Tribulation's machinations, it conjures an exact replica, duplicating him in totality.

Kill!

Lu Xuanji bellows the order and strikes, channeling the Creation Divine Fist as Qi of Creation flares, a lethal assault scything through all. The duplicate flares in response, deploying Creation Holy Light to counterattack.

Boom boom boom!

For their inaugural clash, both figures reel back from the impact.

Lu Xuanji's footsteps flash nimbly, his form darts leftward, fist striking sideways at the foe's waist; the duplicate mirrors the motion, its fist morphing into a heavy hammer that descends with overwhelming power. Right at the clash, Lu Xuanji alters his technique swiftly, and the duplicate matches it instantly, pressing the assault.

Amid the emptiness, myriad shadows dance wildly, figures shift like lightning, morphing in a frenzy, appearing and disappearing at breakneck speed.

Just in an instant, over a hundred exchanges have flown by, yet neither gains the upper hand.

Lu Xuanji breathes heavily now, sensing mounting pressure along with a twinge of anxiety.

The instant his mind wavers, the duplicate vanishes and reappears, summoning a Nine-Colored Divine Saber into its grasp, blade aura twisting and gleaming coldly as it hacks forward with ruthless speed and savagery.

Lu Xuanji evades leftward, but a split second too slow—his right arm gets cleanly sliced off.

The blade's glow presses on relentlessly, aiming straight for his throat.

Lu Xuanji triggers a hidden art, the lost arm stiffens then regrows rapidly; his left hand seizes the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, unleashing a burst of sword light.

Clang clang clang!

The mighty sabers grind together, both warriors smashing into each other with brutal force, locked in savage battle.

This duplicate, born from the Celestial Tribulation, flawlessly copies all his divine abilities—the Creation Divine Fist, Nine-Colored Divine Saber, Pure Yang True Flame, Pure Yang Divine Fist, Immortal Divine Ring, and more—every secret divine technique and ultimate killing strike in his arsenal, the duplicate masters them too.

Beyond that, its skill in adjusting tactics, grasping openings in combat, and raw fighting wisdom matches the original without flaw.

After clashing for over a dozen more moves, Lu Xuanji shockingly finds himself pushed back into a disadvantage.