Chapter 939: Sea Spirit's Taoist Name

A woman who once promised to protect him three times!The Spirit Tone Priestess!The Spirit Tone Priestess of the Demon Race!

And she was in the Hundred Flowers Valley, a hundred miles from the Demon Emperor's Court! Jiang Fan could cross that distance in mere moments with his "Cloud Shadow" technique.

As for whether the Spirit Tone Priestess could handle a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Fifth Layer, Jiang Fan had no confidence at all. But, this was his only hope.

At this moment, the energy of the Limitless Ring was almost depleted, and Reverend Bai Yu had slowly stood up. His body surged with Nascent Soul power, emitting an overwhelmingly powerful aura that suffocated Jiang Fan! The remaining power could no longer suppress him.

But Hai Mei had reached the final moment of her tribulation; she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. If Jiang Fan abandoned her and fled, only death awaited her!

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Fan decisively put away the Limitless Ring. With a "Cloud Shadow" move, he instantly appeared beside Hai Mei.

“Master? What are you doing here?”

“The last wave of lightning is too dangerous.”

Hai Mei was already covered in blood, her skin from head to toe charred black and oozing dark blood, as if she had just crawled out of a raging fire. Her aura, too, had become exceptionally weak. Her situation was slightly better than that of the North Sea Crown Prince, but not by much. This was even after she had consumed a Bodhi Pill and used the Jade-Carved Phoenix Throne to resist the lightning. Otherwise, having only recently broken through to the ninth layer of Core Formation, she would never have endured her tribulation until now. But by now, she was close to her limit. She was even preparing to swallow the blue seed, ready to face failure.

Unexpectedly, at the final moment, Jiang Fan actually arrived.

Jiang Fan looked up at the lightning and said in a deep voice, “Focus on your tribulation. I'll protect you through this last stretch!”

Hai Mei was stunned for a moment. But she quickly understood, as a terrifying figure whose aura caused the tribulation clouds to partially dissipate was approaching from afar! A powerful enemy was coming! Jiang Fan was protecting her!

“Master! Don't mind me! Get out of here!” Hai Mei cried out urgently.

Jiang Fan's gaze was serious, and he said, “Don't talk, undergo your tribulation!”

Boom, boom, boom—

From the eye of the clouds, the curtain of lightning, boiling like magma, finally descended! Hundreds of lightning bolts, densely packed, poured down. It was as if an angry deity intended to incinerate the mortal world with a sea of lightning!

Hai Mei gritted her teeth, sitting on the Jade-Carved Phoenix Throne, enduring this destructive blow. In an instant, her entire body was charred black. The lightning curtain mercilessly penetrated the spatial power of the Jade-Carved Phoenix Throne, incinerating her skin, flesh, meridians, and internal organs. It devastatingly destroyed everything within her, from inside to out. The extreme pain made her consciousness momentarily collapse. But the figure before her quickly pulled her back to consciousness.

She could not fall. Once she lost consciousness, she would no longer be able to organize the power within her to resist, and her tribulation would fail.

What made her consciousness suddenly clear was that Jiang Fan had actually stepped back, moving even closer to her.

“Master, don't come closer, the tribulation lightning will hurt you…”

No sooner had she spoken than the earth-shattering roar of thunder drowned out her voice. A destructive bolt of tribulation lightning, sensing Jiang Fan's proximity, felt provoked and struck him fiercely. In an instant, Jiang Fan was struck, his body engulfed in flames, his clothes immediately turning into black wisps and scattering. His bare body was covered in charred cracks, burned flesh peeling open, and blood continuously oozing out.

“Master!” Hai Mei shrieked.

Jiang Fan, however, gritted his teeth. This lightning bolt entered his body, instantly filling his Lightning Core! Gazing at Reverend Bai Yu, who was rapidly approaching, Jiang Fan furiously unleashed an overwhelmingly powerful strike.

“Indestructible Blade!”

A two-thousand-zhang unrivaled lightning sword streaked across the sky, slashing fiercely towards Reverend Bai Yu!

Reverend Bai Yu looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “The Indestructible Blade?” he muttered. “No, why is it so powerful?”

An ordinary Indestructible Blade was usually only a thousand zhang long. Even with certain secret techniques, it might become longer, but only by one or two hundred zhang, increasing its power by ten or twenty percent. Yet, the Indestructible Blade before him had directly doubled in size!

As the strike arrived, Reverend Bai Yu, with his Nascent Soul Fifth Layer cultivation, naturally wasn't afraid, but it wasn't something he could ignore either. His rapidly flickering figure paused. He raised his hand to deliver a blow, dispersing the Indestructible Blade before it fully descended. But just as it dispersed, Jiang Fan was struck by another bolt of tribulation lightning. The blow tore his skin and flesh, causing blood to splatter, and his Lightning Core was instantly filled. Without hesitation, he unleashed a second strike, causing Reverend Bai Yu's approaching figure to slow down once more.

Hai Mei was now on the verge of collapsing. The curtain of lightning did not weaken; instead, it grew stronger. The intense pain emanating from every inch of her body made her consciousness hazy, an extreme agony akin to being tormented in a raging fire or fried in boiling oil. Surely, the punishments of deep-frying and burning in hell couldn't be worse than this?

Her consciousness was rapidly crumbling, and darkness quickly enveloped her vision. Just like the North Sea Crown Prince, she would soon fall. But with the blue seed as a safeguard, she wouldn't die, and with the Heaven-Deceiving Divine Pearl as another safeguard, she could even break through again. As she thought this, her last shred of willpower began to dissipate.

Just then, a wet splash landed on her face, slightly moistening her scorched skin. With the last sliver of her vision, she looked. It was Jiang Fan. He had been struck by another tribulation lightning bolt, his back blown open, revealing his spine. A spray of bloody foam, mixed with bits of flesh, splattered onto her face.

Her pupils constricted sharply, and her scattered consciousness reassembled. Master... was still protecting her!

He could have left, abandoned her. No one would have criticized him, and she certainly wouldn't have blamed him. But he stood beneath the tribulation lightning, enduring the terrifying bolts she wished to escape, using his torn and bleeding body, his blood and pain, to buy her time to complete her tribulation!

“Master!”

Hai Mei's tears fell like rain, her heart overwhelmed by unparalleled guilt! Her Master was burning his own life to protect her during her tribulation, and what was she doing? Thinking of giving up?

She gripped the armrests tightly, her consciousness reforming, and shrieked skyward, “Come on! End it already!”

Boom—

As if in response to her, the curtain of lightning completely poured down, reaching its maximum power! The extreme, unbearable pain prevented her from even screaming. Her consciousness wavered between clarity and unconsciousness multiple times. But the figure before her brought her back to consciousness again and again.

Finally!

The lightning weakened, transforming from a curtain of thunder to a thunderstorm, then to individual bolts of lightning. Within her body, her Demonic Core, under the baptism of countless bolts of tribulation lightning, finally broke through its cocoon and was reborn!

Crack!

The Demonic Core cracked open, and a nine-colored heart emerged from its shell. This was the Demonic Nascent Soul possessed only by those in the Demon Emperor Realm! This meant she had successfully passed her tribulation!

At this moment, the Demon Race had given birth to its second Demon Emperor!

Her injured internal organs, damaged meridians, and flesh rapidly regenerated, becoming unprecedentedly powerful. The charred outer layer of her body peeled off in large sections, revealing the snow-white, supple skin beneath. Her lost hair and eyebrows quickly grew back. In the blink of an eye, the disfigured Hai Mei was radiant once more, having recovered her former exquisite beauty. The invisible aura of a Demon Emperor emanating from her added an extra layer of nobility.

As the last bolt of lightning dissipated, the tribulation clouds filling the sky did not immediately disperse. Instead, they coalesced into a line of text. It was the will of an ancient sage, naming Hai Mei.