Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1433 774: The Appearance of Zhang Er, First Subjugation

Heavy clouds shrouded the heavens, casting the world below into utter quiet.

The "Eye of Heavenly Punishment," dominating much of the sky, seemed rigid and slow, like it had forgotten how to reason.

Right then, hovering over the churning thunderclouds, two enormous forms floated; the standout one was a huge blue eye, spanning the size of a peak. Doubt and uncertainty flickered in its gaze, while the boundless lightning around it sparked wildly.

In the emptiness, floating silently twelve miles to the west of the giant eye, rested a bronze coffin.

Next to the eye, the bronze coffin looked rather modest, measuring just three meters across and more than eight meters in length. Still, its surface bore intricate ancient runes that glowed with threads of light, circulating without end.

Right now, an irritated voice echoed from inside the bronze coffin: "Fenglong, can you handle it? If not, step aside and let Laozi take action!"

"Wu the Zombie, your taunts won't work on me. I confess I misjudged that individual before. Their grasp of the Thunder Dao runs to depths beyond comprehension. Granting them the name 'Thunder God' changes nothing. I've got one final card to play; when I unleash it, they'll barely hold up against it. But..."

"Haha, but what? Isn't your secret weapon just calling the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder! Sure, invoking it once drains a thousand years of your Daoist cultivation, yet... you're Fenglong, a True Form Spirit Treasure, no mortal. Time means little to rejects like us? Eight hundred years? Just nap through it!" The tone from the bronze coffin mocked on purpose.

"You, a lifeless undead freak... could never grasp the pain we outcasts endure, nor would you... never mind, I'm not debating with you."

The enormous eye moved a bit, its stare cold and detached, showing no trace of feeling.

Fenglong counted as an enlightened outcast, once the supreme True Form Spirit Treasure known as the "Eye of Thunder Tribulation," revered for ages in the Ten Thousand Treasures Heaven of the Taiyi Spirit Palace. Convinced by the Grand Governor of Qintian Guard to awaken, it then joined the ranks as one of Qintian's Twelve Fiend Gods.

Notably, Qintian's Twelve Fiend Gods consisted entirely of outcast entities, each brimming with immense power, almost impossible to destroy. The least among them surpassed the Returning to Void stage.

"Hey, folks down there await your strike. Fenglong, hit hard, don't embarrass us!"

The entity inside the bronze coffin obviously played the prankster, even now stirring trouble on purpose, showing zero awareness as a comrade Fiend God.

"I've saved one last technique, called 'All Tribulations Return Together!' Zombie, observe closely." The giant eye sent out a message flat of any emotion.

In the following moment, the huge eye exploded with radiance a thousandfold brighter than the sun, the surging clouds across ten thousand miles shook violently, and vast thunder energy rushed in from every side.

After three breaths, a colossal thunder sphere, ten thousand meters wide and radiantly stunning, materialized high in the sky, its outer layer displaying nine hues: crimson, azure, red, yellow, and black, subtly releasing a profoundly fearsome presence.

All at once, from the vortex's core, a "sun" emerged. Even the dense clouds struggled to hide its piercing glow.

The heavens grew profoundly dim, but from the cloud layers, innumerable beams of light pierced out, splitting into nine shades. As they lit the land beneath, the mountain ranges and woods turned into vast areas of vivid color.

Zhao Sheng crossed his arms, staring at the gloomy clouds, slowly feeling the swiftly mounting Power of Destruction building in the celestial dome overhead.

Right then, should that "sun" in the sky crash down, it would probably wipe out a thousand miles around, erasing even Dragon Head Peak completely.

Zhao Sheng's mind whirled, and he suddenly released a quiet sigh, conceding his earlier overconfidence.

He could endure the strike itself, but he doubted Dragon Head Peak would escape unscathed afterward.

"Sigh, looks like... I'll need to deploy that treasure." Zhao Sheng murmured to himself, and with a mental spark, five-colored Thunder Lights erupted from his forehead, while a subtle silver-white circular glow surfaced in his eyes' depths.

Crack, crack, crack...

As the space between heaven and earth split bit by bit, the boundless thunder radiance abruptly shattered the dark clouds, sending a massive thunder sun—laden with inexpressible Power of Destruction—plummeting rapidly from the edge of sight.

Its velocity defied imagination!

Even before the thunder sun reached, the area around Dragon Head Peak buckled under the invisible strain, tearing apart into numerous rifts of varying sizes.

In the dire instant, a powerful and expansive Divine Thought materialized from nowhere, covering a thousand-mile span, while clamping down on the nearby space-time, compelling the many spatial tears to seal once more.

At the same time, the enormous thunder sun loomed close, Zhao Sheng's sight filled mostly with searing Thunder Light, and beneath his feet, Dragon Head Peak swayed unsteadily amid the ceaseless destructive pressure.

Within the main hall, hordes of cultivators sank into hopeless panic, shuddering as they braced for doom, right down to the Divinity Transformation True Monarchs.

But the instant after, the hall stood whole, as the overwhelming destructive force outside simply evaporated.

One person shook while peeking open their eyes, anxiously checked themselves over, then cried out in delight: "I'm still alive! Not dead, truly not dead!"

By now, many snapped back to awareness, yelling and weeping to release their relief at dodging death.

Several Divinity Transformation True Monarchs clung to some poise yet swiftly sent out their Divine Thoughts to probe beyond the hall.

Regrettably, they found zilch, just the clouds parting and a towering figure resembling a mountain.

Naturally, a bunch of Divinity Transformation experts couldn't fathom the events of that lightning-quick moment.

Right then, Zhao Sheng reached out his right hand, his five fingers curling shut gradually, and in his grasp sat a crystal-clear eye no bigger than a thumb.

The eye quivered, its look full of sheer dread, as though gripped by terror.

Truth be told, Fenglong felt genuine fright, all due to that fleeting yet horrifying aura.

Faced with total realm dominance, Fenglong summoned zero defiance, especially against an Immortal Artifact of matching essence—the Five Thunder Ring!

No matter if it unleashed All Tribulations Return Together or invoked the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it would only serve as "nourishment" for the Five Thunder Ring.

Watching Zhao Sheng's fingers tighten bit by bit, the panicked and fearful Fenglong quickly sent a thread of Divine Thought: "I... I am... Qintian... Fiend God. Let me go... or you will... you will invite disaster!"

"Releasing you is simple, but you disrupted today's ritual. Without a proper account, don't fault me for refining you. You realize that's no trouble for me."

Fenglong quaked in fear, thinking quietly: "Where did this beast emerge from, able to refine Immortal Artifacts? I... I'm cursed with bad luck!"

"Free me, and I'll make amends! As the Eye of Thunder Tribulation, I can lessen Thunder Tribulation Power. Set me loose, and I'll step in once... wait, no, three times!" Spotting the other's face darken, Fenglong quickly upped the bargain.

Hearing that, Zhao Sheng's features eased, his fingers loosening slowly.

Frankly, the refining threat was pure bluff; he had no real intent to do so.

Given the treasure's unique status, actually refining it would mean fully antagonizing Qintian Guard and the backing Taiyi Spirit Palace.

Zhao Sheng wasn't naive enough to burn every bridge.

"Haha, what if I let you go and you renege... then what?" Zhao Sheng laughed icily and pressed.

Before his sentence ended, Zhao Sheng abruptly twisted to glance nearby.

At present, eight hundred meters off, a bronze coffin materialized from nothing, the whole affair as quiet as a ghost.