Sufferance was divided into nine retributions. It was not as if one was not confident in surviving it, but the next heavenly retribution would not descend if one did not actively invoke it. In fact, the Heavenly Dao would send a heavenly retribution regardless of the hundred-year interval.
Of course, very few people would take the initiative to trigger the Heavenly Tribulation.
Almost all Sufferance-tier elites would cultivate and improve themselves without stopping, delaying their retribution until the hundred-year mark. That way, their chances of surviving the retribution would increase by several notches.
The Hermit of Forgotten Love's last retribution was twenty-three years ago.
He had weathered his retribution in the depths of the ocean at the time, causing a massive tsunami that struck a coastal city of a certain country.
Now, it was less than a hundred years.
How could he withstand the heavenly thunderbolts in an illusory realm?
A bolt of heavenly thunderbolts descended and directly knocked him out of the illusory realm. Up in the air, the Hermit of Forgotten Love's body swayed and almost fell from the skies. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and was left dumbfounded. Believing that he was still in an illusory realm, he called out 'Xiu' er ', but in the next instant, his entire body shuddered when he came to his senses.
"Heavenly retribution?
"My eighth heavenly retribution is here?
"But …
"I'm not prepared at all!"
There was a look of despair in the Hermit of Forgotten Love's eyes, having been maimed by the first thunderbolt. He promptly took out a large handful of spirit pellets and stuffed them into his mouth. Now that things had come to this, he had to force his way through the retribution. Even if he only had a twenty percent chance, he had to fight for it.
When he looked up at the clouds of retribution that spanned over five hundred kilometers and Jiang He who was hanging in the air, the Hermit of Forgotten Love could not help being even more baffled.
Was that …
Heavenly retribution invoked by Jiang He?
Jiang He was weathering his retribution, and a Sufferance-tier cultivator like him was within range. There was no array to conceal his aura, which was why it made sense that he would invoke heavenly retribution. But why would Jiang He be weathering his retribution?
Was he not a full-fledged Yuan Spirit?
How could he be weathering his retribution when he was not even Convergence-tier?
Wasn't he still a full-fledged Yuan Spirit when I charged up to him? Could it be that the thirty shameless years he spent with Xiu 'er in the illusory realm were not an illusion, and it had really been thirty years?
Exalted Wang Qing quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts and took out his Dharma treasure. He sat cross-legged in the void and began to recover and adjust his condition.
The interval between each Heavenly Tribulation was one hour. This was to give the person undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation some buffer time. Otherwise, who would want to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation after nine consecutive Heavenly Tribulation strikes? They might as well commit suicide!
Down below, the Penglai Sect cultivators could not help breathing a long sigh when they saw that. None of them dared to provide aid at the moment.
There was no other reason …
Those below Sufferance-tier and lacking in ability would be killed by Jiang He's array without Jiang He having to do anything. On the other hand, once a Sufferance-tier cultivator left the Penglai Sect's array, their aura would be captured by the thunderclouds, and they would definitely trigger their own heavenly retribution.
"Now, it's up to Exalted Wang Qing himself!"
The Penglai Sect chieftain gritted his teeth and said somberly, "The Hermit of Forgotten Love is so powerful that he would have a twenty to thirty percent chance of success even if he weathered his retribution now. The White Brows Founding Master had already sent word that the Clear Sky Mirror could be lent to the Hermit of Forgotten Love during a critical moment, and the chances of success would be higher … eh?"
And yet, before the chieftain could finish, his face dropped and he exclaimed in shock, "Jiang He … what is he doing?"
Up in the skies.
Beneath the thunderclouds.
Mosquito Cutter in hand, Jiang He strode towards the nearby Hermit of Forgotten Love.
He was a little upset.
I'm weathering my retribution. What are you doing here?
Most importantly …
The first heavenly retribution was over, and the next one would take an hour. Moreover, he had just finished his breakfast, so he had to find something to do. How torturous would it be to just wait like this?
Even as he strode forward, Jiang He carefully sensed his own cultivation.
It was a little unexpected.
Cultivating the sixth fold of the Three Thousand Calamities had cost him a hundred million Farm Points instead of the fifty million he had expected. Still, the rewards were substantial, and the feeling of his cultivation skyrocketing as he ascended one tier after another could not be more satisfying.
"Mastery of the Three Thousand Calamities corresponds to …"
Sufferance-Tier …
Full-fledged?
"Hmmm … I'm not sure if it's full-fledged Sufferance since I haven't weathered my retribution … but I have a feeling that it would be easy to kill an injured seven-retribution in my array."
Jiang He arrived in front of the Hermit of Forgotten Love, and they were less than thirty meters apart.
"Jiang He!"
The Hermit of Forgotten Love, who had been sitting cross-legged, promptly opened his eyes, which were filled with disbelief as he exclaimed hoarsely, "You … are already Sufferance? No, no, that's impossible … your cultivation is full-fledged Sufferance? "
"Oh?"
Jiang He exclaimed in surprise. "I haven't weathered my retribution, and yet I'm full-fledged Sufferance?"
Fear filled the Hermit of Forgotten Love's face. He rose with a whoosh and promptly retreated, intending to return to the Penglai Sect. Even so, Jiang He's array moved just as he moved.
The Great Nine Heavens Array of Dragon Sealing!
Pow!
The Hermit of Forgotten Love crashed into the array and was knocked back.
"No!"
He cried out in panic, sensing the intense killing intent emanating from Jiang He's body and quickly said, "You can't kill me, Jiang He! You can't kill me! The Penglai Sect has two Mahayana elites, and our immortals are in outer space …"
The Mosquito Cutter erupted in dazzling immortal light.
In that very moment, even Jiang He's array was quaking incessantly from the immortal light.
All mystic treasures and flying swords within a five-hundred-kilometer radius were trembling softly. Sighing softly, Jiang He cast White Foal Crosses the Rift, the first style of the Three Thousand Calamities.
There was a flash of immortal light.
The Hermit of Forgotten Love did not even have time to charge his mystic treasures or defensive measures before his brow was torn apart by the sword light. His Yuan Spirit flew out from between his brows and was about to flee when sword silhouettes rose over the skies, and a Sword Will landed on his Yuan Spirit in the next instant.
Snikt.
His Yuan Spirit melted.
The Hermit of Forgotten Love had fallen.
Jiang He waved his hand and collected the Hermit of Forgotten Love's Spatial Ring and mystic treasures, before looking at the Mosquito Cutter in his hand in surprise, muttering, "Is seven-retribution that weak?"
"No, no, it's not that they're weak … it's that I'm too strong!"
"Mastery of the sixth level of the Three Thousand Calamities has allowed my cultivation to reach the consummate stage of the Crossing Calamity realm. Moreover, I'm a sword cultivator, and my self-created sword cultivation technique, the Three Thousand Calamities, doesn't seem weak. I should be able to put up a fight against a Mahayana …"
"By the way, I still have an immortal item."
He looked up at the five-hundred-kilometer clouds of retribution up in the skies, where terrible flashes of lightning were brewing.
And yet, in that very moment, Jiang He suddenly felt that …
The heavenly thunderbolts of retribution were nothing more than that.
Jiang He suddenly took to the skies, turning into a sword light that shot into the clouds of retribution.
All at once, the thunderbolts within the clouds of retribution flashed and converged towards Jiang He. Laughing out loud, Jiang He slashed out with his sword …
Whoosh!
A colossal sword light descended from the skies, its Sword Qi extending over five hundred kilometers and cutting the clouds of retribution apart with a single strike.
In the next instant, the clouds of retribution that Jiang He cut apart tumbled feebly a few times before fading!
Silence descended upon the world.
In the distance, the elites who had been watching the commotion and coveting Jiang He's Mosquito Cutter all widened their eyes, not even bothering to hide their auras.
The Penglai Sect crowd looked as if they had seen a ghost as well.
At first, they appeared to be beside themselves in grief over the fall of the Hermit of Forgotten Love, but that grief did not last for more than a few seconds before they were left dumbfounded by the sight of Jiang He parting the heavenly retribution with a single sword strike.
Meanwhile, in the ancient temple of the Penglai Sect, two auras that had lain dormant for a long time were rapidly awakening.
The Clear Sky Mirror in the Penglai Sect Chieftain's hand shuddered and turned into a flash, flying into the hands of an elderly Daoist with long white brows and white hair.
"Ancestral Masters!"
The Penglai Sect Chieftain was delighted.
Dropping to his knees with a thump, he exclaimed at the direction of the temple, "Welcome back, Ancestral Masters!"
Up in the skies.
After Jiang He parted the thunderclouds with a single sword strike, he felt veins of mystical auras pouring into his body. It was the Heavenly Dao's feedback after weathering heavenly retribution.
Jiang He paid no heed to that, and thought to himself, 'I've parted the Four Retributions of the Nine Heavens with a single sword strike as well, and now, I've parted the ninth-fold retribution of Sufferance with a single sword strike as well …'
How could he weave his retribution quickly and safely?
Parting the thunderclouds with a single sword strike would save him a lot of time, while avoiding being struck by the heavenly thunderbolts.
Jiang He believed that it was a matter of experience.
He had to note it down.
After all, he was the first cultivator of the new era and the first forerunner to weave his retribution. In the future, he could share his cultivation experience along the way with everyone if he were to give lectures at the Martial Arts Academy again.
Whoosh!
Below.
The Penglai Sect's mountain-guarding array opened.
Jiang He's gaze shifted, and he was about to seize the opportunity to throw down every Doom Shrooms and Five Thunder Talismans he had when he saw a flash of light darting toward him. It was an old man with white hair, beard, and brows, wearing Daoist robes.
The old man had a kind face and offered Jiang He a fist-palm salute, but there was no hate or anger on his face at all. Instead, he smiled. "Brother Jiang He, I'm already aware of everything that happened before. It's all a misunderstanding, and the True Habitant of Nine Dragons was simply holding a grudge against you, Brother Jiang He, and deliberately exaggerated things to bewitch the Penglai Sect chieftain and the others. Now that the True Habitant of Nine Dragons is dead and the Hermit of Forgotten Love and the Scarlet Sun Young Master have paid the price, Brother Jiang He's anger must have subsided. Why don't we bury the hatchet and put an end to this grudge? The Penglai Sect would offer you a gift as an apology."
"Ancestral Master!"
Down below, the Supreme Venerable Elder of the Penglai Sect was bellowing in rage, flames shooting out of his eyes as he seethed through clenched teeth, "Ancestral Master, the Penglai Sect has existed for thousands of years. How could we lower our heads to a mortal cultivator who got lucky?"
"Fight! Fight! It's just death at worst! "
Everyone in the Penglai Sect was bellowing in rage.
"Shut up!"
The other Mahayana realm cultivator roared furiously.
Up in the skies.
The White Brows Ancestral Master was still smiling as he said, "Brother Jiang He, I've been a Mahayana cultivator for over sixteen hundred years. This mirror in my hand is called the Clear Sky Mirror and is a demi-immortal item. If you really want to fight, the Penglai Sect is not powerless."
"Hehe."
Jiang He laughed coldly.
He then thrust his sword out, and immortal radiance and Sword Qi erupted up in the skies as he charged at the White Brows Ancestral Master, growling fearsomely, "You old fool. You want peace, but you dare to threaten me?"
Oom!
The White Brows Daoist had clearly expected that. Charging the Clear Sky Mirror, veins of green radiance burst out as he fought Jiang He in melee. Various godly Dao techniques burst out, and even Jiang He could not do anything to the old Daoist just then, even with his immortal sword.
"Brother White Brows, I'll help you!"
Down below, the Mahayana elite bellowed.
But just as he was about to fly out of the Penglai Island, he suddenly sensed danger. Jiang He, who was fighting the White Brows Daoist, twitched his hand …
In his hands, he sprinkled a dense amount of …
The Penglai Sect's mountain-guarding array was now open, and almost nine hundred Doom Shrooms were descending from the skies.
Mushrooms?
"Why are those mushrooms black?"
A thought flashed through the Mahayana elite's mind by instinct. "Could the mushrooms be poisonous?"
Charging his mystic energy to shield his body, he extended his hand and grasped. A giant hand materialized out of thin air, grabbing at the hundreds of Doom Shrooms … and then …
Kaboom!
An earth-shattering noise resounded.
Almost nine hundred Doom Shrooms exploded at once.
One Doom Shroom was equivalent to three hundred thousand tons, while nine hundred Doom Shrooms were equivalent to two hundred and seventy million tons …
The giant hand of mystic energy that the Mahayana elite condensed instantly crumbled, and the Mahayana elite who was closest to the explosion was instantly engulfed by the searing heat that reached several hundred million degrees …
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