Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1015 - 435: Supreme Treasure, Ten Thousand Souls Banner; Duan Shuang’s Divine Sense Breakthrough

Chiii!

The looming dark aura surrounding the spectral apparition dissolved with rapidity, akin to snow melting in scalding water. Its ethereal form grew indistinct, emitting a mournful, deathly cry.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner quivered with immense force. Faint, scorched fissures spiderwebbed across its surface, releasing a pungent, burnt aroma.

It appeared to be on the brink of utter disintegration.

"Roar!"

At this critical juncture of peril.

The ghost's eyes blazed with fierce intensity as it forcefully consolidated its remaining soul power. Opening its maw wide, a roar that shook the very Divine Soul erupted forth.

Within the confines of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, every malevolent spirit ceased its passive resistance.

Instead, they surged like a dammed flood unleashed. They actively hurled themselves toward the crimson divine thunder, opting for self-sacrifice to achieve mutual annihilation with their fiery adversary.

Boom boom boom!

An unending barrage of explosions resounded, the dissipating black mist and scattering bolts of light intertwining, cloaking the desolate island in a spectacle of flickering light and shadow.

When the final crimson thunderclap faded, the ghost's soul body was nearly invisible, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had lost all trace of spiritual luminescence. It plummeted onto the charred earth, resembling nothing more than ordinary iron, wisps of acrid green smoke curling upwards.

"Is it finished?"

Hongyi held his breath, his chest tight.

Both Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder’s brows furrowed in unison.

"Something is amiss!"

Xu Ping's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing.

He perceived that the crushing pressure ensnaring the world had not abated; rather, it was coalescing with an even more terrifying momentum.

Indeed.

The tribulation clouds remained, swirling madly. At their vortex, an incandescent flash detonated. This was no longer mere thunder but a terrifying fusion of thunder and celestial fire.

A fearsome tribulation thunder, no thicker than an arm and of a platinum hue, with golden flames dancing within, tore through the heavens like a divine spear of judgment. It began its slow descent toward the seemingly defenseless Ten Thousand Souls Banner below.

Its descent was not rapid, yet with each passing moment, the aura of destruction it exuded amplified exponentially. Its power had truly advanced to the Divinity Transformation level.

Even Xu Ping felt a primal chill creep into his heart.

"The fourth... Thunder Fire Tribulation!"

The Nine Nether Elder’s voice was steeped in the utmost gravity.

Just as the platinum thunder fire spear was poised to strike, a sudden tremor ran through the Ten Thousand Souls Banner planted firmly in the ground.

The scorched fissures etched upon its surface ignited with an eerie, ghostly luminescence, pulsing like veins filled with blood. The spectral form, previously almost transparent, unleashed a shriek of pure agony intertwined with unbridled fury. It forcibly gathered its shattered soul essence and propelled itself deliberately towards the lethal thunder fire spear.

It no longer relied solely on its soul power for defense; instead, it opened its gaping maw as if to consume all existence.

Swallow!

Its intent was clear: to devour the fourth Divinity Transformation level Thunder Fire Tribulation whole.

Boom!

The thunder fire spear pierced directly into the ghost's being, triggering an indescribable cataclysm at the very core of its soul. Blinding platinum flames erupted from its ocular organs, auditory canals, mouth, and nostrils, as well as from the cracks marring its spectral form. It emitted a piercing screech, its voice contorted beyond any semblance of humanity.

Its soul body oscillated wildly, expanding and contracting like a distended balloon, its surface perpetually fracturing only to mend forcefully, giving the distinct impression it was on the verge of complete detonation.

The heart of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner vibrated with a continuous hum. Its surface fluttered and rustled without any discernible breeze, each inscribed rune blazing with intense light, clearly bearing an unimaginable burden.

This agonizing process felt as if it stretched across millennia, yet concluded in an instant.

Finally, the chaotic platinum inferno began to subside. The soul body, having been stretched to its absolute limit, slowly contracted. Though still marred by fissures, it remained insubstantial and elusive.

But it... had endured!

Crack... sizzle...

Concurrently, the charred outer layer of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner started to fracture, inch by inch. Fragments began to flake away, revealing a new, profound black banner face beneath, one that seemed to absorb all light. The intricate runes that now flowed across its surface were more complex and enigmatic, projecting an aura of supreme treasure, radiating a formidable pressure.

The ghost's own aura also surged, as if all previous limitations had been cast aside, growing with ferocious rapidity. In a mere instant, it surpassed its former peak, ascending to a height that commanded cosmic awe.

While it still could not truly breach the Divinity Transformation level, it was perilously close, a mere breath away.

The heavenly tribulation clouds above seemed depleted, slowly dissipating, and the oppressive celestial pressure faded in tandem.

The Spirit Treasure Tribulation, having arrived with swiftness, now vanished just as quickly.

"It is finally concluded."

Xu Ping exhaled a profound sigh of relief, his taut spirit finally yielding, his face relaxing into an uncontrollable expression of sheer joy.

A Fourfold Thunder Tribulation.

This newly regenerated Ten Thousand Souls Banner, among the ranks of tribulation treasures, was undoubtedly positioned among the most formidable.

Nine Nether Elder and Hongyi, standing by his side, visibly relaxed their tense expressions.

However, just as the heavenly tribulation was safely passed and their spirits began to ease.

A new development unfolded.

The spectral entity, having just endured the celestial ordeal and its power soaring to its zenith, abruptly swiveled its head.

Its eyes, previously just fierce, had now morphed into a terrifying crimson hue.

Within them churned primal killing intent, ferocious rage, bloodlust, and an unyielding craving for liberation, all swelling with an almost tangible force.

Its gaze became fixed upon Xu Ping, the master who had perpetually imprisoned and controlled it.

Boom.

An overwhelming pressure, akin to a colossal mountain, chilling and piercing to the very soul, descended upon Xu Ping, accompanied by an immense tide of resentment and malevolent Qi.

"Hmph, ungrateful wretch. As I suspected, your treacherous heart remains unyielding."

Xu Ping had foreseen this possibility, his eyes flashing with icy light as he let out a cold snort.

How could he possibly have been caught unaware by such a backlash?

In virtually the same moment the spectral entity's gaze met his, his formidable Divine Sense, reaching the very precipice of the Divinity Transformation Sect's power, surged outwards like an enraged, unseen ocean, crashing down upon the ghost.

Concurrently, he triggered the multitude of Restrictions, meticulously inscribed into the core of the spectral entity and the very essence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from years prior.