Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 967 - 721: Fifth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, Divine Tribulation Water (3)

Where the flood surged, everything was engulfed, all was eroded, the void shattered, and all things disintegrated. When a cultivator fell into it, they would become a pile of white bones within mere breaths, which then vanished into ash shortly after, utterly annihilating them.

The very stones beneath their feet, the verdant grass and trees, spirit medicines, spirit stones, spirit roots, and spiritual ores all dissolved under the flood’s relentless erosion, eventually merging into it and becoming its sustenance.

Witnessing this spectacle, Lu Xuanji declared, "Divine Tribulation Water!"

Qinglian inquired, "What is their objective?"

Lu Xuanji responded, "The Divine Tribulation Water is conjured through supreme magic, possessing an immense erosive power capable of destroying, eroding, and obliterating all. Only those who have attained the Tribulation Transcendence Realm can endure the divine tribulation water. Once one reaches the Tribulation Crossing Realm, they can absorb this water to temper their physique and refine their divine soul. It poses no threat to us; in fact, it offers tremendous benefits. So, what is it they aim to achieve?"

Qinglian mused, "I too fail to comprehend the Undying Demon Monarch's intentions."

Lu Xuanji stated, "Since we do not understand, then let us cease pondering it. There is no need to force comprehension."

As he spoke, Lu Xuanji transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the divine tribulation water.

The divine tribulation water surged forward, its corrosive touch immediately sending a tingling sensation throughout his body, as if his very being were about to shatter, his bones on the verge of breaking. A wave of pain spread across his entire form, yet amidst this intense erosion, the impurities within his body were forcefully expelled.

Through this refining process, the strength of his flesh was amplified, his magical power purified, and his divine soul grew more robust.

His physique underwent continuous transformation, his creation dao body steadily advanced, becoming increasingly aligned with the great Dao. It felt as though he was on the cusp of becoming an embodiment of the Dao, where each movement resonated with it, poised to evolve into a child of the great Dao, instantly favored by it.

This sensation was one of unparalleled mystery.

Immersed in the divine tribulation water, Lu Xuanji experienced an unprecedented sense of comfort, an indescribable wonder.

Glancing towards the opposite bank, he observed Qinglian also entering a state of profound comfort, her life essence undergoing a profound transformation.

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Within the Purple Mansion World, countless adventures awaited, and innumerable treasures lay hidden.

These treasures would manifest and vanish with the same bewildering frequency.

The lesser treasures might represent the legacy of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator; the more significant ones could be the inheritance of a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator, or even an immortal.

In the realm of Cultivation Immortality, while the conventional elements of struggle, effort, background, aptitude, and talent hold considerable importance, none are as paramount as sheer luck. It has been said that if one encounters a precipice, a leap might result in broken bones, or alternatively, could lead to the discovery of a powerful treasure, igniting one's rise to prominence.

Within the Purple Mansion World, a seemingly ordinary stone on a desolate hill might conceal a grotto-heaven; a single grain of sand could harbor a secret realm; a dull grey pebble might be a supreme immortal artifact.

The world's myriad mysteries remain beyond ordinary comprehension.

At this precise moment, under the relentless erosion of the divine tribulation water, countless spaces were peeled back, revealing numerous grotto-heavens and hidden treasures, presenting them to the world's gaze.

In a secluded, mysterious region, a long-dormant grotto-heaven violently burst open as the divine tribulation water poured in.

These waters coalesced into formidable waves, surging into the grotto-heaven and advancing towards a specific point within.

At that particular location, layers upon layers of defensive arrays stood guard, their intricate patterns flickering and shifting, seemingly safeguarding something. However, against the relentless onslaught of the divine tribulation water, these defenses crumbled with the fragility of an eggshell, torn asunder and succumbing to destruction.

As the divine tribulation water flooded the area, a golden light emanated from that spot, dazzling and brilliant, radiating an unending luminescence.

The pervasive death qi gradually dissipated, transforming into vital energy. Accompanied by a rhythmic thrumming, as the radiance intensified and contracted, a woman emerged. Clad in a flowing white gown that fluttered in the wind, she possessed an indescribable grace. Gazing towards a clear stream, she appeared serene and composed, seemingly real yet ethereally illusory.

Sensing the changes within herself, she appeared somewhat taken aback by the entire experience.

"The Divine Tribulation Water... it actually healed my injuries!"