Chapter 2217: True Immortal Descends True Thunder Tribulation

Without hesitation, he changed his incantation.

The Sanskrit Sacred Form suddenly threw its giant sword. A golden light shimmered around its body, instantly transforming from a phantom into a solid golden figure, with countless golden runes swirling and dancing around it. The golden figure's three heads opened wide, silently, and a vast white wave surged out. With a flash, it plunged into the sea of mist.

An earth-shattering roar!

The white wave exploded in the dust and mist, and circles of transparent sound waves spread out, affecting the entire sea of mist. Where the sound waves swept, the neatly arrayed gray guards in the sea of mist instantly vibrated and turned into powder. But the next moment, as the sea of mist surged again, hundreds of thousands of guards reappeared, perfectly intact. Their weapons swung in unison, creating a great rushing sound through the air!

Countless yellow rays shot down, densely covering the entire void. Each one emitted a piercing shriek, seemingly indestructible.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression changed. With a low cry, he pointed a finger at the Sanskrit Golden Figure. The three-headed, six-armed golden figure immediately stopped the white waves from its mouth, took a large step forward, and with a wave of its six arms, golden light instantly shimmered in its palms.

After several booms, six incredibly thick beams of light shot out, instantly merging into a single golden hurricane beneath the sea of mist. This hurricane, hundreds of feet high, spun rapidly, and countless golden runes surged from within. At the same time, an incredible suction force emanated from the wind.

The yellow rays shooting down were pulled by the immense force, and with a mere tremor, they changed direction and shot into the hurricane, disappearing with muffled thuds. As for the boundless dust and mist in the air and the millions of manifested guards, they were also irresistibly drawn into the hurricane by the immense suction, like moths drawn to a flame.

For a moment, dust rolled and figures surged. However, after a few breaths, the entire sky cleared, and nothing remained except the pitch-black dark clouds and the golden hurricane. The golden hurricane continued to spin wildly in the void, with an incessant rumbling sound inside. There was no sign that it could contain so much dust and mist.

Seeing this, Han Li let out a long breath, a look of joy finally appearing on his face.

He flicked a sleeve towards the hurricane in the air, and a series of various incantations shot out from it. With continuous flashes, they vanished into the wind. The next moment, a muffled thud echoed in the air! The sound inside the hurricane abruptly ceased, but the hurricane itself rapidly shrank amidst a furious golden flash. In an instant, when the hurricane in the air finally dissipated and vanished completely, an earthen-yellow crystal sphere, the size of a human head, fell from high above.

Below, Han Li's eyes flashed. He made a grabbing motion in the air with one hand and drew the crystal sphere towards him. But as soon as the object landed in his palm, Han Li's wrist involuntarily sank slightly. Although he immediately lifted it again, a hint of surprise appeared on his face. This earthen-yellow crystal sphere seemed unremarkable, but its weight exceeded several million pounds. With Han Li's current divine strength, he almost failed to grip the object securely upon contact.

Although he didn't know what kind of material this mass, formed by forcibly compressing the entire sea of mist with immense power, should be called, its potential power, if refined into specific treasures, was unimaginable.

As Han Li pondered, the elemental energy in the air surged, and thunder rumbled again from higher up! Immediately, a dark cloud above the basin violently churned, quickly splitting left and right to suddenly reveal a gigantic hole. This hole was several acres in size, filled with sky-shaking roars. Silver arcs bounced incessantly, and clusters of lightning balls flashed dazzlingly. The edges continued to expand rapidly, as if a world of lightning was breaking through space and crossing dimensions.

"True Lightning Tribulation!"

Witnessing this scene, Han Li's expression turned solemn as he murmured a few words. With a subtle flick of his hand, the object in his palm vanished. At the same time, he pointed his ten fingers around him, and streaks of green incantations shot out, flashing and instantly disappearing into the remaining magic formations. Instantly, a great buzzing sound filled the surroundings. The remaining formations, bursting with light, activated their power to the extreme. The protective light screen became exceptionally dense. Even more striking, the three Extreme Mountains that had been still and silent around Han Li finally ascended into the air without a sound. After pausing above the light screen, they arranged themselves in a triangular formation, hovering at a low altitude, perfectly shielding Han Li beneath them.

Still not reassured, Han Li then chanted a sword incantation. Seventy-two green flying swords appeared beneath the Extreme Mountains. After swirling and dancing, they transformed into a giant green lotus, hovering motionless above his head.

No wonder he was so cautious! What people referred to as the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation usually didn't concern the preceding Five Elements Tribulation, but rather the True Lightning Tribulation that closely followed. In the past, if other late-Integration stage cultivators perished while attempting to break through to the Mahayana realm, it was almost always due to this True Lightning Tribulation. Only those who survived this tribulation were qualified to undergo the subsequent Heart Devil Tribulation. Although the difficulty of the Heart Devil Tribulation was even greater than the True Lightning Tribulation, under normal circumstances, even if one failed to pass it, there was still some chance of preserving one's life. This was unlike the True Lightning Tribulation, where one either truly managed to survive by chance or directly vanished within the power of the heavenly lightning, with no third option.

As Han Li activated various restrictions and treasures, he quickly recalled the experiences shared by Patriarch Ao Xiao and Mo Jianli, two Mahayana cultivators, when they underwent the True Lightning Tribulation. His expression was extremely solemn.

Far away on the mountaintop, Silvermoon, Zhu Guo'er, and Daoist Crab had strikingly different expressions at this moment. Silvermoon's autumn eyes were still like water, but anxiety had, at some point, appeared on her face. Zhu Guo'er, after watching Han Li's display of divine powers battling the Five Elements Tribulation, had a look of stunned amazement on her small face. As for Daoist Crab, he stood on another mountaintop with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly observing everything happening in the basin.

Suddenly, his expression shifted. He turned his head and looked far into the distance beyond the mountain he stood on. For a moment, he made no move. A moment later, Silvermoon, on another mountaintop, also seemed to sense something. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked in the same direction. "In such a desolate place, there are actually other cultivators nearby. We'll have to drive them away first," Silvermoon murmured to herself. Her body swayed abruptly, and she vanished from her spot. Zhu Guo'er, witnessing this scene, was quietly startled at first, but then seemed to understand. After some thought, however, she hesitated and remained in place, not following immediately.

In the low sky thousands of miles away from the basin, two groups of escape lights were chasing each other, one in front and one behind. Their direction of rapid flight was precisely towards the basin where Han Li was undergoing his tribulation. There were about a dozen escape lights fleeing rapidly in front. Judging by their cultivation aura, they were all human cultivators, and most were Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Only the leading female cultivator, guiding a bright escape light, was a late-Spirit Transformation stage cultivator. This woman had a fair and beautiful face, appearing to be in her twenties. Dressed in blue palace attire, she frequently turned her head to look back, her face filled with anxiety.

As for the other group relentlessly pursuing them, their escape lights were mostly dark, grayish-black, mixed with strong currents of demonic energy and wind. Within, some ferocious-looking demon cultivators were faintly visible, revealing them to be a rather elite demon race contingent. Half of these demon cultivators were at or above the Spirit Transformation stage, and among them was even a tall demon with a human head and snake body, at the Void Refinement stage. Given the disparity in cultivation levels between the two groups, the distance between the woman in palace attire and her companions and the pursuing demons was rapidly closing.

The woman in blue palace attire, seeing that the pursuers were only a few miles away and could soon directly intercept them, gritted her teeth. Her escape light suddenly slowed slightly, and with a flip of her single hand, a bright, translucent white small cauldron appeared in her palm. With a quick slap of her hand on the cauldron, it immediately hummed, and its lid flew open. After a series of hissing sounds of tearing air, countless crystal threads instantly surged out from it. They scattered and shot towards the demon cultivators behind. These white threads were bright and slender, each radiating an unusual chill, and they moved like lightning as they coiled.

The group of demon cultivators behind, caught off guard, immediately fell into disarray amidst the demonic energy. They all activated their demonic arts to resist, but two Nascent Soul-level demons were still pierced through their bodies by the white threads on the spot, directly transforming into two ice sculptures that fell from the sky.

The leading demon, seeing this, was enraged. He suddenly opened his mouth wide and spewed out streams of dark green mist. As soon as the white threads touched this green mist, their surfaces immediately turned emerald green from corrosion. Their light dimmed, and they instantly lost their former power. The snake-headed demon then raised his hand and released a dozen black flying forks, which transformed into a dozen black rays and shot towards the white threads several times. Upon contact, the white threads vibrated and bounced back, unable to offer much resistance.

Seeing this, the woman in palace attire's expression changed. She abruptly retracted the small cauldron and was about to turn and flee with her escape light. But it was too late! Two late-Spirit Transformation demon cultivators behind suddenly activated their demonic arts, each transforming into a long rainbow that tore through the air. With a few flashes, they preemptively blocked the path of the human cultivators.

The woman in palace attire's face turned extremely unsightly, but she had no choice but to lead her subordinates to immediately stop their escape lights and assume a defensive formation. The other human cultivators' faces were exceptionally pale, unable to conceal the terror in their eyes. After all, their strength was simply too inferior compared to these demon cultivators. Even if they fought with their lives, their chances of survival were almost nil. Seizing this opportunity, the other demon cultivators swarmed forward, immediately activating their demonic energy to completely surround the cultivators, leaving no room to escape.

The human-headed, snake-bodied demon immediately revealed a ferocious expression. With a fierce shout, he uttered the word "Kill," and activating a dozen flying forks, he prepared to charge forward first. The other demon cultivators also followed closely, making their moves.