Chapter 2915

Biyun Island, one of Zhenhai Palace's subsidiary islands.

Li Yan stood atop a steep peak, gazing with a grave expression at the seven-colored thunderclouds high in the sky.

Song Yiming was undergoing his grand heavenly tribulation. This was his sixth such tribulation, and during a cultivator's sixth grand heavenly tribulation, nine divine seven-colored lightning bolts would appear. Throughout history, many cultivators had perished during their sixth grand heavenly tribulation.

Song Yiming stood in a massive, smoke-billowing crater, his aura weak and his breathing ragged. A pale golden shield floated before him, its surface marred by a dozen or so fine cracks.

A thunderous crash echoed as a seven-colored lightning bolt, as thick as a water vat, struck down. Where it passed, a long, thick crack appeared in the void.

Song Yiming's expression tightened. With a light tap of his finger, the golden shield glowed brightly and moved to meet the strike. He then slapped a shimmering five-colored talisman onto himself.

With a flash of spiritual light, a thick, five-colored barrier enveloped Song Yiming. The barrier's surface featured a five-colored lotus pattern that rotated slightly.

The seven-colored lightning struck the golden shield, instantly exploding into blinding seven-colored thunderlight that engulfed Song Yiming's figure.

Before the seven-colored thunderlight could dissipate, a second seven-colored lightning bolt struck, followed swiftly by the third, and then the fourth...

After a while, the thunderclouds churned violently before slowly dissipating.

Li Yan's face darkened. He swept his divine sense, but could no longer detect Song Yiming's aura.

As the seven-colored thunderlight cleared, a vast, smoke-billowing crater appeared on the ground. Song Yiming was gone, having perished completely.

Li Yan let out a long sigh. The Great Dao was merciless; many cultivators of Zhenhai Palace had died during grand heavenly tribulations, and Song Yiming was just one of them.

A tall, slender young man in a golden robe flew in from a distance and landed before Li Yan, his expression panicked. "Uncle-Master Li, something terrible has happened! The Lizard Clan sent people to attack Jade Stream Mountain Range. Uncle-Master Xiao has requested reinforcements, and Uncle-Master Lu has already rushed there with our sect's treasure."

"Understood. I'll go at once. Activate the sect's protective formation and heighten vigilance."

After speaking, Li Yan transformed into a streak of red light and vanished into the sky. He used a teleportation array to return to Drifting Cloud Island, then hastened towards Jade Stream Mountain Range with utmost speed.

In Jade Stream Mountain Range, Xiao Wentian, Zhao Yunxiao, and Qin Tianxue stood atop a steep peak, their expressions grave.

With Zhao Yunxiao and Qin Tianxue coordinating, and Xiao Wentian assisting by controlling the formation, all invading enemies were slain. Zhao Yunxiao sustained only minor injuries.

It was unfortunate for Yixin; Xiao Wentian had personally overseen this stronghold, setting up numerous restrictions. Yixin's teleportation into it was essentially digging their own grave.

A blue streak of light flew from a distance, flickering to a stop before them, revealing an elegant woman in a blue dress. Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a blue jade hairpin, and her features were delicate.

This was Lu Wei, a mid-stage Integration cultivator and the third most influential figure in the native faction, surpassed only by Lin Tianlong and Liu Qingfeng.

"Senior Brother Xiao, where are the enemies?"

Lu Wei pressed for answers. Upon receiving the news, she had immediately rushed over with the sect's treasure. Chen Yueying's advancement to the Mahayana stage was the top priority for Zhenhai Palace.

"We've already eliminated them. Is the main headquarters alright?"

Xiao Wentian asked casually.

Although they belonged to different factions, in crucial moments, the high-ranking members of both factions would set aside their prejudices and prioritize the interests of Zhenhai Palace.

"Everything's fine. The sect leader, Senior Brother Lin, is undergoing his grand heavenly tribulation, and Junior Brother Li is guarding him. I was overseeing the main headquarters, but upon receiving the news, I immediately brought the sect's treasure and hurried here."

Lu Wei explained.

A rumbling sound of thunder erupted, interrupting their conversation.

The thunderclouds churned violently, and a silver lightning bolt, as thick as a water vat, struck downwards.

In a largely collapsed manor, Chen Yueying stood amidst scorched earth billowing with black smoke, enveloped by a silver-white barrier of light.

Lin Tianlong, having slain powerful enemies on the front lines, had used his accumulated merit points to exchange for a low-grade, seventh-tier lightning-absorbing pearl. He had immediately sent it back to Jade Stream Mountain Range, where Xiao Wentian incorporated it into the formation for better resistance against the lightning tribulation.

The silver lightning struck the silver-white barrier, producing a muffled thud. The silver lightning then vanished without a trace, as if sinking into mud or the ocean.

Soon after, the second lightning tribulation struck.

The continuous roar of thunder filled the air as lightning bolts struck repeatedly, and the area covered by the thunderclouds steadily diminished.

Xiao Wentian frowned deeply. The lightning currently appearing was all ordinary, which was not a good sign.

Chen Yueying was a spiritual body user; her attempt to reach the Integration stage had drawn seven divine seven-colored lightning bolts. This time, her tribulation to reach the Mahayana stage would undoubtedly be far more powerful.

The thunderclouds churned violently, still measuring over a hundred zhang across.

At this moment, Li Yan also arrived. Upon learning that all enemies had been eliminated, he breathed a sigh of relief.

With nine more lightning tribulations, Chen Yueying would successfully pass the 'eight-nine' tribulation.

A thunderous rumble echoed as the thunderclouds churned like a tide, giving rise to nine different colored arcs of electricity, with silver lightning serpents seen writhing within them.

"Nine-colored divine lightning,"

Xiao Wentian's expression became solemn. Nine-colored divine lightning was a powerful form of lightning, second only to Nine Heavens Divine Lightning.

Although Nine-colored divine lightning and Nine Heavens Divine Lightning differed by only one character, the latter's power far surpassed the former's. To Xiao Wentian's knowledge, only Profound Spirit Heavenly Venerate on the Profound Spirit Continent had ever attracted Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, and cultivators who drew Nine-colored divine lightning were rare.

After the nine-colored thunderclouds churned violently, a nine-colored lightning bolt tore across the sky, ripping open the void. The cracks expanded continuously, extending to the ground, where fierce winds raged.

The nine-colored lightning struck the silver-white barrier, producing a muffled thud. Blinding nine-colored thunderlight then engulfed Chen Yueying's figure.

Piercing thunder roared from high above as nine-colored lightning bolts struck down one after another. Powerful air currents ripped open the void, creating black holes of various sizes. Large quantities of sand and stone were sucked into these black holes, making it seem as if this entire realm was on the verge of collapse.

The thunderclouds now measured only a few tens of zhang across, with just one final lightning tribulation remaining.

As the nine-colored thunderlight dissipated, Chen Yueying stood on the ground, her face pale, enveloped by a thick, azure barrier of light.

The formation was already ruined, and multiple mid-grade Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures were also rendered useless.

The nine-colored thunderclouds churned violently, and a colossal nine-colored Qilin flew out from within, enveloped by countless nine-colored electric arcs, pouncing down from high above.

Chen Yueying took out an azure porcelain bottle and poured out a drop of pale azure liquid.

This was Creation Divine Milk. For Integration cultivators, a single drop could instantly restore all spiritual power. For Mahayana cultivators, it could significantly accelerate spiritual power recovery.

Lin Tianlong had exchanged for this using his merit points. The merit points accumulated by Zhenhai Palace disciples on the front lines were primarily used to acquire seventh-tier lightning-absorbing pearls and Creation Divine Milk.

Chen Yueying had very little spiritual power left after undergoing the grand heavenly tribulation. To pass the final lightning tribulation, she needed ample spiritual power.

After consuming the Creation Divine Milk, her pale complexion quickly regained its rosy color.

With Chen Yueying at the center, the ground within a thousand-mile radius turned from earth to sand, forming a colossal yellow desert. Yellow sand filled the sky, and countless yellow grains of sand converged to form a massive yellow sand barrier, protecting her within.

The nine-colored Qilin crashed into the yellow sand barrier, instantly tearing open a gap. Immediately afterward, a massive sphere of nine-colored thunderlight shot skyward. The ground shook violently, numerous black holes appeared high in the sky, and fierce winds howled.

After a moment, Chen Yueying flew out from the thunderlight and landed before Li Yan and the others.

Chen Yueying's body was charred black, her aura was weak, her face was pale, and a scorched scent emanated from her. She had successfully passed the 'eight-nine' lightning tribulation and advanced to the Mahayana stage.

"Congratulations, Master, on reaching the Mahayana stage!"

Zhao Yunxiao was overjoyed and hastily offered his congratulations.