Chapter 705: The World's Greatest Scripture

In the midst of the lightning, Chu Feng resembled a withered tree, a truly pitiable sight. His entire body, including his face, was charred black. When he opened his mouth, lightning sparks shot out, and crackling electrical discharges continuously emanated from the cracks in his skin. Normally, he should have been dead, his vital energy severely damaged, with no hope of survival.

Just then, the thunder in the sky began to subside, gradually disappearing. His dim eyes suddenly lit up, like fiercely burning golden torches. He knew he had survived. This heavenly tribulation was unlike any before; its power was immense, leaving no one a way out. He estimated that under normal circumstances, anyone at the Body Shaping realm would have perished, body and soul annihilated.

"Damn it!" He looked up at the sky, his first words a curse directed at the tribulation. How could anyone survive such an incredible torrent of lightning? Thankfully, it was all over.

"Boom!"

However, just as he finished speaking, five different colored bolts of lightning, immense and boundless like five colossal pillars supporting the sky, crashed down onto his head from above. Any single one of these five-colored lightning bolts could instantly kill someone at the Spirit Devouring realm, easily slaying those at the Body Shaping level. Yet, they all struck simultaneously and without warning.

Chu Feng's body crashed into the Fiery Thunder Sound domain, instantly stiffening. Black smoke billowed from his head, and he lay motionless, like a charred, withered tree.

"Brother!"

Near the gate of Immovable Mountain, the Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, and others cried out in alarm, their hearts nearly leaping from their throats. They rushed out in a swarm, consumed by extreme worry.

Within the Fiery Thunder Sound domain, countless corpses lay scattered, along with many skeletons and large patches of human-shaped ash. Many creatures were utterly dead, though some had survived – these were captives Chu Feng had intentionally left alive during his tribulation.

"Chu Feng, so this is your end! To actually die in the heavenly tribulation, truly struck by five bolts of thunder – smitten by divine lightning, hahaha..." someone burst into laughter.

Especially near Chu Feng, a Holy Son, whose body was riddled with holes and shriveled from the burns, looking no better than Chu Feng, now revealed a grotesque smile. He crawled forward, using both his hands and feet. "Chu Feng, you never expected this, did you? Such a miserable end, and I will be the one to sever your head!" He sensed no life force within Chu Feng's body, which had completely turned into a rock-like corpse. Feeling utterly reassured, he pounced forward, intending to sever Chu Feng's head.

"You'll be disappointed!" Chu Feng suddenly shot up, swatting the man with a backhand slap, shattering him into pieces where he exploded. However, no blood splattered from the Holy Son's body; it had all been incinerated by the Fiery Thunder Sound. He merely let out a tragic scream before dying there.

Chu Feng stood up, quickly absorbed the surrounding energy, then looked up at the sky, still shrouded in gray mist. "This young master still made it through," he declared. "If you dare, try to ambush me again. Send another one!?" His skull, which had almost been blown open and was still emitting black smoke, snapped back into place with a "crack" as he fixed it himself, no longer dislocated. The surviving Holy Sons were all dumbfounded, feeling... how abnormal! He was fine after such severe injuries?

*Crack!*

Suddenly, lightning reappeared between heaven and earth, striking at Chu Feng once more. This time, it was crimson like blood, and spherical. A string of ball lightning, like a broken rosary, flew towards Chu Feng. "You actually came!?" Chu Feng leaped up and ran, soaring into the sky. With a raise of his hand, he hurled various metal objects high up to attract the lightning. It was useless! Some of the ball lightning melted the metal weapons, others simply bypassed them, all diving towards Chu Feng. In the end, they all slammed into him, sending him flying. His body even had holes pierced clean through, front to back, by the ball lightning. He fell to the ground, motionless.

For a long time, heaven and earth remained silent, and everyone's expressions were stiff.

Finally, Chu Feng moved, staggering to his feet. He looked up at the sky, his expression a mixture of exasperation and "resentment." He really wanted to curse loudly.

"Brother, hold it in, don't say anything!" shouted the Black Ox, truly anxious for him, practically on tenterhooks.

At this moment, within the domain, the "hard currency" who had survived—some of the Holy Sons—each wore a strange expression, wishing they could urge him to continue cursing, to loudly curse the heavens, to loudly curse the heavenly tribulation!

Chu Feng waited for a moment, and seeing that heaven and earth were completely silent, with no more lightning, he decisively opened his mouth: "I—" He really started cursing again because the wicked heavenly tribulation infuriated him. He found it truly shameful and hateful, making him unable to resist "greeting" it. Then, he toppled over rigidly. A dark beam of light, carrying an inexplicable aura, as if bleeding, struck him, containing fragments of order.

"Ah, brother, you..." Northeast Tiger and the others were terrified. While worried, they also felt a bit of disappointment, like he was a lost cause. What was happening? Could he not be so literal?

Chu Feng was dazed. This lightning bolt had pierced through many of his bones; it was too brutal. But in that very instant, he also experienced many wonders, because fragments of order had entered his body, allowing him to touch upon something in this terrifying predicament, directly breaking through to the middle stage of the Spirit Devouring realm! Then, his wounds began to heal. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the residual lightning flew into his mouth, nourishing his body.

"Devouring mist and qi, but he's devouring lightning light, eating electrical currents—he's a freak!" someone whispered, truly horrified.

Chu Feng's body recovered somewhat. He shot up, looking at the sky, conflicted for a long time. He truly felt indignant and still wanted to curse.

"Brother Chu Feng, stop cursing, I beg you, just stop!" Northeast Tiger shouted from afar, afraid he would be struck dead!

"Brother, keep your mouth shut, don't say anything, silence is golden!" the Black Ox also shouted. Even Old Donkey, Yellow Ox, and others were calling out, urging him to restrain himself.

Chu Feng waited for a long time, noticing that the gray mist had dispersed considerably and it was truly peaceful. He was indeed a little apprehensive, but also curious. In the end, he just couldn't resist. He began to curse, opening his mouth and directly spewing: "####..." Because he couldn't stand it. Why was he struck so miserably, and then just a few complaints would invite more lightning? If it were anyone else, they would have been annihilated, body and soul.

"Huh, nothing happened?" Chu Feng waited for a moment, saw that it was calm, then curled his lips. He looked up at the sky and sneered, "That's all you've got? Dare to strike again?" Everyone was speechless. The tribulation was over; why was he still provoking it?

*Crack!*

However, a bolt of green lightning appeared, shimmering with symbols as it descended, striking Chu Feng's body, utterly beyond everyone's expectation.

"You *really* came!?" This was Chu Feng's exasperated cry. Wasn't it over? How did he provoke another one? All his bones were dislocated, and he was so severely injured that he nearly died. However, this time he came into contact with even more fragments of order than before, contained within the lightning. They entered his body, and he quickly observed them internally.

Next, Chu Feng began to furiously inhale, circulating his breathing technique to repair his injured body. He even realigned his own skeleton, then staggered to his feet and began to perform the Lightning Fist. Although he wasn't activating energy, his understanding of the fist intent deepened, and his mastery rapidly improved, as if he had been practicing for decades, not just for a short time. If people from the Yang realm saw this, they would be astonished. This wasn't merely an entry-level understanding; it was akin to truly entering the inner sanctum, genuinely touching the essence of this divine skill! This was once the supreme profound art of a certain supreme dynasty. It was accessible in its initial stages, but deeply mastering it later would be incredibly difficult! Now, Chu Feng directly comprehended it during his tribulation, his inspiration bursting forth from the fragments of order within the lightning. Like a hot knife through butter, he significantly raised his mastery of this boxing technique in one go.

He didn't die, and he's still practicing boxing? The Holy Sons were indignant, cursing incessantly in their hearts. They felt it was unfair; how was this menace not dead yet!?

After Chu Feng digested these insights, he looked at the high sky and said, "Come, come, come, Old Lightning, dare to strike me? Send another one!"

At this point, let alone the Holy Sons, even the Black Ox, Old Donkey, and others thought he was utterly shameless. It was all over, yet he was still looking for trouble, wanting to get struck by lightning. Even the old Grandmaster Wu Qifeng of Wudang was speechless, standing there agape.

"Come on, Old Lightning, are your kidneys weak? Dare to strike again!" Chu Feng provoked, challenging it from the island.

The Holy Sons, and even the two gravely injured but not dead Golden Body level evolvers, all wanted to say: "This demon, this scoundrel, heavens, why aren't you opening your eyes? Just strike him dead!"

As if hearing their silent prayers, another bolt of lightning finally struck from the sky. This was a black and white lightning bolt intertwined, like Yin and Yang energies. This time, Chu Feng was sent flying eight hundred *zhang* away. A good deal of flesh was shaken off his body, and his bones crackled, countless of them broken. He didn't feign death this time; instead, he yelped and struggled to get up, then sat cross-legged on the spot. He began to swallow the black and white energies, repairing his injuries there and quickly capturing the fragments of order that had entered his body.

What kind of person is this? Not dying even after that—a monster! The group of burnt and disabled Holy Sons cursed, shouting in their hearts, "Heaven's Dao is unfair! Damn it, how can someone who repeatedly provokes the heavenly tribulation not be struck dead? Is there any justice?!" Even the two Golden Body level experts stared blankly at Chu Feng, speechless for a long time.

After Chu Feng reset his bones and staggered to his feet, he began to provoke again, spouting curses. This wasn't just due to his curiosity; it was also because he had gained substantial benefits! The fragments of order hidden in the lightning not only greatly enhanced his divine skill, the Lightning Fist, but also promoted his overall cultivation and evolution, yielding numerous advantages! He felt that if he were struck a few more times, he might break through from the middle stage to the late stage of the Spirit Devouring realm! Breaking through from the initial stage to beyond the middle stage wasn't enough for him!

However, this time, no matter how eloquently he cursed or how much he foamed at the mouth, it was useless. The heavenly tribulation didn't appear again, and the sky above the island was filled with peace and serenity.

"My curses, the world's greatest scriptures, are no longer working! Old Lightning, you're truly cowardly!" Chu Feng said with an expression of disdain, making his final provocation. However, no lightning fell, and no one responded to him. Finally, looking unwilling to give up, he stared reluctantly at the sky, but he knew it was truly over.

His posture and demeanor made the Holy Sons want to curse. Their hearts were so unbalanced, filled with such bitter feelings, they truly couldn't stand it. "What a scoundrel!" Even Ouyang Feng curled his lips, unable to stand him, and looked at him with disdain from afar.

Outside the domain, a group of saints, grand masters, and Golden Body level experts all wore smiles, believing that the great war on Earth should be ending soon, and news was about to arrive. "Hmm, I suppose it's either a complete annihilation or total capture, hehe..."