Chapter 1307: Qingshan Forms a Nascent Soul

On Qinglian Island, Zhao Meier entangled Jinyu, while Madam Jindie and Liu Haodong battled a fourth-tier puppet beast. Fairy Ziyue was blocked by the Xuanhuang Mirror.

Wang Xiansheng, out of breath, stared intently at the azure Flood Dragon high in the sky.

At this moment, the black thunderclouds above Wang Qingshan's residence had shrunk by more than half, and the Heavenly Tribulation had reached its most critical juncture.

Wang Xiansheng flicked his wrist, and a streak of azure light shot out, revealing a giant azure tiger, ten meters long and three meters tall, with a pair of massive azure wings on its back.

This was the Wind-Chasing Tiger, an heirloom from his ancestors, already a mid-tier third-grade beast.

The Wind-Chasing Tiger seemed to sense something, letting out an angry roar.

Wang Xiansheng gently stroked the Wind-Chasing Tiger's head and whispered, "I offer my blood for Xuanyuan. Are you afraid to die?"

The Wind-Chasing Tiger let out a loud roar, as if responding to Wang Xiansheng.

"I knew you weren't afraid. If you're not afraid, what do I have to fear?"

Wang Xiansheng muttered to himself, a look of grim determination on his face.

A brilliant azure light erupted from his body, and he merged into the Wind-Chasing Tiger.

The Wind-Chasing Tiger let out a strange roar. Its body expanded dramatically, and its aura surged, elevating it from a mid-tier third-grade beast to a high-tier third-grade beast. The tiger's face twisted and reformed, taking on Wang Xiansheng's features.

The Wind-Chasing Tiger flapped its wings and swiftly flew towards the azure Flood Dragon.

Over a dozen third-tier puppet beasts were besieging the azure Flood Dragon. Due to its massive size, the Flood Dragon couldn't evade many of the attacks.

By this point, True Monarch Huanglong no longer needed to conceal his identity.

With a flash of azure light, the azure Flood Dragon transformed into a tall, elderly man in yellow robes.

There were several bloodstains on the yellow-robed elder's arms and abdomen. A sparkling azure talisman detached from his body. The azure talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, turning to ashes.

True Monarch Huanglong beckoned with one hand, and the Xuanhuang Mirror flew back, landing before him.

He cast a spell, and the Xuanhuang Mirror glowed intensely, emitting a vast expanse of yellow mist that spread in all directions.

The third-tier puppet beasts, upon contact with the yellow mist, rapidly petrified into stone statues and fell from mid-air.

Meanwhile, Wang Huaxing, having transformed into an azure tornado hundreds of meters tall, barely managed to block the Huanglong Seal. Two yellow giants, over a hundred meters tall, wrapped their arms around a portion of the Huanglong Seal, desperately trying to stop it.

The thunderclouds were still over a hundred meters wide, and Wang Qingshan was on the verge of overcoming his Heavenly Tribulation.

A cold light flashed in True Monarch Huanglong's eyes. He frowned and turned to look in a certain direction, where an azure giant tiger with a human face was pouncing towards him.

Wang Xiansheng's eyes were filled with resolve, as various memories from the past resurfaced in his mind.

In the lecture hall, a white-haired elder in white robes was giving a lesson, with dozens of young children listening attentively.

"Today, we'll talk about our clan's history. And today, you must understand one principle: 'I offer my blood for my clan!'"

The white-robed elder spoke solemnly, his gaze sweeping over the many young children present.

"Back then, our ancestors founded our clan on Mount Qinglian in the Eastern Wilderness. At that time, our clan..."

He recounted the clan's development, and when he spoke of times of peril for the clan, the elder's tone became serious and emphatic: "When our clan faced danger, many elders disregarded their personal safety, fought desperately against enemies, and tragically died at their hands. However, they also preserved our clan. It is precisely because of their bloodshed and sacrifice that you enjoy your happy lives today. You might find it hard to imagine how many elders, with a resolve to die, ventured deep into the mountains to hunt demonic beasts for a single Foundation Establishment Pill, almost all of them perishing."

"Whenever the clan faced peril, there were always clansmen who stepped forward to fight desperately against enemies and protect the clan. This is the origin of 'I offer my blood for my clan.' Remember, the path of immortality is elusive, and you may encounter such situations in the future. At that time, I hope some of you will step forward, fight for your lives against enemies, and protect our clan."

"Understood! I offer my blood for my clan!" the many young children chorused, with Wang Xiansheng shouting the loudest.

The Wind-Chasing Tiger was incredibly fast, and Wang Xiansheng could feel the wind whistling past.

"I offer my blood for my clan. Today, it's time to put that into practice."

Wang Xiansheng spoke to himself, his gaze unwavering.

A large expanse of yellow mist surged forward, and simultaneously, a giant yellow hand, over thirty meters wide, suddenly appeared above him and slammed down fiercely.

An angry tiger's roar echoed. The Wind-Chasing Tiger instantly erupted in azure light, transforming into a gust of wind and vanishing. The attacks of the yellow mist and the giant yellow hand missed their target.

The next moment, an azure light illuminated the void above True Monarch Huanglong's head, revealing Wang Xiansheng's figure.

"I offer my blood for my clan. I, Wang Xiansheng, shall go first!"

Wang Xiansheng's voice echoed across most of Qinglian Island.

Hearing this, Wang Qingqi and the others' pupils dilated, their eyes wide with shock.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar erupted as a radiant azure sun, hundreds of meters wide, appeared out of nowhere in the sky. The void twisted, and a powerful wave of energy instantly spread outwards, sending fierce winds swirling backward.

Large sections of buildings collapsed, and towering trees were uprooted.

"No, Xiansheng..."

Wang Qingqi was overcome with grief, his eyes bloodshot. To stop the enemy, Wang Xiansheng used a secret art to merge with the demonic beast and launched a suicidal attack, truly embodying "I offer my blood for my clan."

The Huanglong Seal glowed brightly, and the azure hurricane formed by Wang Huaxing shattered into pieces. He himself was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a steep stone wall, coughing up blood, his face pale.

Boom!

A tremendous thunderclap rang out, and the black thunderclouds transformed into a gigantic silver lightning dragon, surging towards Wang Qingshan's location.

A dazzling ball of silver lightning illuminated the area. The mountain peak where Wang Qingshan was located shook violently as if struck by an earthquake. A wave of silver energy spread in all directions, and the mountaintop became a sea of silver lightning, with dust flying everywhere.

Amidst a series of loud crashes, the formations defended by Ye Haitang and the other two shattered one after another. Before a spirit treasure, a third-tier formation was like paper, completely unable to stop it.

The Huanglong Seal glowed intensely and plunged towards the silver sea of lightning.

As Wang Qingqi and the others watched in despair, the Huanglong Seal plunged into the silver sea of lightning. Even if Wang Qingshan survived the Heavenly Tribulation, he would be incredibly weak and utterly unable to withstand the Huanglong Seal.

At that moment, the azure sun dissipated, revealing True Monarch Huanglong. His face was pale, his body covered in wounds, and faint spiritual light emanated from his chest, indicating he was wearing inner armor.

He never expected the cultivators of the Wang family to be so fierce, resorting to self-detonation to harm their enemies.

"Damn you, I'll fight you to the death!"

Wang Qingqi's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to emulate Wang Xiansheng, detonating himself to wound the enemy.

True Monarch Huanglong raised an eyebrow. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't ignore the self-detonation of a Core Formation cultivator.

Just then, a resonant male voice came from the horizon: "Stop! With me, Wang Qingshan, here, you don't need to do anything foolish. 'I offer my blood for my clan'—one Xiansheng is enough."

"Look quickly, the Huanglong Seal has stopped!"

Wang Youwei, beaming with joy, pointed towards Wang Qingshan's residence.

Everyone looked towards Wang Qingshan's residence. The massive Huanglong Seal had stopped above the silver sea of lightning, as if blocked by something.

The silver sea of lightning dissipated, vanishing without a trace.

A sparkling azure flying sword blocked the Huanglong Seal. The hilt of the azure sword bore a blue lotus pattern, and the sword emitted astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations, clearly indicating it was a spirit treasure.