Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1014 - 434: Extermination; Thunder Tribulation Treasure_3

The surrounding space grew even more stagnant, negating any effective escape techniques or talismans.

Meanwhile, Nine Nether Elder was not idle; his bony fingers flicked gently.

The swirling dark aura around them immediately condensed into numerous chains, flickering with dark runes.

Like venomous snakes brought to life, they accurately wrapped around the flesh and Nascent Souls of every Star Palace Cultivator, completely sealing their mana and divine sense.

From the moment True Monarch Yuheng arrived, to the outburst of Xu Ping and his companions, and then the complete suppression of the Star Palace Cultivators—it all happened within mere breaths.

As if slicing through butter with a hot knife.

Absolute, crushing domination.

Xu Ping and his companions had not even exerted their full strength, yet they easily dismantled what appeared to be a formidable lineup from the Star Palace side.

True Monarch Yuheng, a Great Cultivator at Nascent Soul Perfection, didn't even manage a proper resistance before becoming a prisoner.

With a wave of his hand, the sealed cultivators, including True Monarch Yuheng, were collected. The three exchanged glances and merged their figures into the dark aura without any delay.

The next moment.

The dark aura dissipated, leaving only the empty sea surface and a faint trace of lingering energy ripples, as if nothing had ever occurred.

The loss of one cultivator at Nascent Soul Perfection and five at mid to late-stage Nascent Soul, even for the Star Palace, was a significant blow.

It was enough to provoke the anger of the lofty Dual Saints, who might even take personal action.

This location was not suitable for a prolonged stay.

Their judgment proved correct.

Not long after their departure, two terrifying auras, vast as a sea of stars and majestic as the heavens, rose from the depths of the Star Palace and swept over this sea area, carrying cold fury.

The Moon God and the Star King were alarmed.

However, all of this was now irrelevant to Xu Ping and his companions.

They did not return to Blood Bone Island. Instead, they traveled westward in silence, crossing the outer seas and finally reaching a desolate sea area at the junction of the outer seas and the endless void.

The Spiritual Qi here was pitifully thin, the islands were barren, and even demon beasts above the third rank were difficult to find.

On a barren, lifeless rocky island, the three descended from their Escape Light.

"Let’s settle here."

After scanning the area with his divine sense, the Nine Nether Elder spoke.

The commotion from the ascension of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to a supreme treasure would undoubtedly expose everything if it happened on Blood Bone Island. This deserted island was the perfect place to undergo tribulation.

"Hmm."

Xu Ping nodded slightly.

Then, the three opened up a new cave mansion and summoned the Specter. With so many Nascent Soul Cultivators captured, even with the Specter’s current capabilities and strength, it would take a considerable amount of time to refine them all completely.

However, with the dual divine sense assistance from Xu Ping and Nine Nether Elder, the refining process could be significantly accelerated.

...

Four years passed quietly on this deserted island.

When the Specter had completely absorbed and refined the last trace of essence, the entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

The surface of the banner was no longer simply pitch-black. Instead, it displayed a dark hue that seemed to devour everything, as if connected to the abyss of Nine Nether.

The Specter’s form became fully solid, resembling the descent of a demon god. The aura surrounding it was no longer mere dark energy but was imbued with destructive ripples.

The aura it emitted was thick, immense, and unfathomable, having reached an extreme.

Above the island, dark clouds had gathered unknowingly, dense like blocks of lead pressing down low on the sea surface.

Within the layers of clouds, a dull thunder rolled through.

Streaks of small but destruction-laden purple electric snakes darted through the clouds, seemingly accumulating heavenly might to obliterate all things.

The entire world became oppressively heavy, with the sea calm as if even the wind was intimidated by the impending heavenly punishment.

"The foundation has reached its peak, and the vital energy traction has reached its zenith... it’s almost time."

Nine Nether Elder, gazing at the gathering tribulation clouds above, held a glimmer of seriousness in his murky eyes.

"Hmm."

Xu Ping nodded with a heavy expression, took a deep breath, and kept his gaze fixed on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner floating before him, which hummed with a ferocious aura reaching the heavens.

Everything he could possibly do, he had already done.

Next, it was up to whether this magical treasure could withstand the might of the heavens and complete its ultimate transformation.

Rumble!

Amidst the swirling clouds, where silver-white lightning typically danced, the sky was instead painted with a heart-stopping deep purple intermingled with destructive crimson hues.

A dense heavenly pressure permeated the atmosphere, coupled with the almost palpable, ferocious aura radiating from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Ordinary lifeforms caught in this domain would likely be instantly annihilated.

"We've arrived," a sharp glint flickered in Nine Nether Elder's profound eyes.

With a sharp crack, the first wave descended. A thick, dark purple lightning tribulation, entwined with the very essence of destruction, struck with unadorned force.

Like a thundering dragon, it immediately engulfed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and its primary spirit, the Specter, which hovered in the air. The lightning's blinding explosion made direct viewing impossible.

A piercing, agonizing howl erupted from the Specter as the surrounding dark energy and lightning violently clashed, consuming and obliterating each other. The surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner quaked intensely; the myriad vengeful soul shadows etched upon it began to disintegrate under the tribulation's onslaught. However, more souls surged forth from the banner's depths, advancing in relentless waves, using their own spiritual essence to erode the tribulation's formidable power.

This initial wave of tribulation surpassed what was typically encountered during the ascension of a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure. This increased severity was a direct consequence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner having absorbed countless living souls, thereby accumulating immense karma. As such, it earned the ire of the heavens and the earth, resulting in a naturally more potent tribulation.

Having barely withstood the first wave, the second followed in swift succession. This time, thicker, sinister black lightning descended silently, carrying an icy chill that pierced the very soul and a corrupting power that eroded all it touched.

The Specter's howl now carried a distinct note of weakness. Its massive soul form was visibly rent by the sinister lightning, and the spiritual luminescence on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's surface also noticeably dimmed. Despite this, it remained defiant, compelling the seemingly inexhaustible fierce souls and malevolent spirits within the banner to erect layers of soul-powered barriers, desperately resisting the assault.

The third wave of tribulation escalated in power once more. Streaks of blood-red lightning, radiating a scorching and violent Yang God Thunder aura, plummeted like celestial meteorites. The extreme Yang energy, inherently potent and unyielding, represented the greatest bane to yin souls and ghostly entities.