The thunderous waterfall crashed down, vast and boundless, and this was only a corner of the sea of thunder. The waves were magnificent and boundless, and the tide of the heavenly tribulation engulfed the boundless star region!
Ye Fan encountered the most terrifying tribulation in his life. He was resisting the heavenly punishment with great difficulty, and at the same time, he had to guard against the fluctuations in the depths of the sky. The aura of the ancient emperors was pervading the air.
"Brat, good luck to you. I can't help you much, and I can't even protect myself." Longma shouted from afar. Its skin and flesh were split open, and its bones and tendons were broken. It continued to reconstruct and refine its body.
Longma saw how tragic Ye Fan's great tribulation was and was greatly stimulated. It felt that since such a great tribulation existed in this world, then what it was facing was nothing, and it could definitely pass through it.
In a sense, Ye Fan's current tragic scene greatly encouraged Longma's faith. This unscrupulous horse began to charge with all its might, and flatten the obstacles to becoming a saint.
Boom!
The black light was boundless, submerging the star region. The Divine Yin Lightning descended, and it was greater than all the previous tribulations. It filled this star region, and many stars were submerged within, exploding one after another.
This was a peerless terror, and this scene was enough to make any saint tremble in fear. If the heavens allowed a person to break through, how could they send down such a tribulation?
This was a sign of not being recognized by the heavens. They did their best to exceed the limits of the punishment, and wanted to destroy the saint.
This Divine Yin Lightning was filled with immortal mist, and the black light flickered. It completely smashed Ye Fan into pieces, and even his cauldron was cracked. It could be said to be the most tragic tribulation he had ever experienced.
Dong!
His body emitted the sound of a heavenly drum, and rays of golden divine radiance shot out. His broken body and broken bones were once again reconstructed, and refined into one.
Ye Fan endured the pain of his broken body, and once again refined the Myriad Qi Cauldron. He chanted the ancient scriptures he obtained from the nine dragons pulling the coffin, and poured them into the cracks on the cauldron, densely covering it, and then accepted the tempering of the heavenly tribulation.
This cauldron was extraordinary. It was originally an immortal material exclusive to emperors, and it was made to forge unparalleled emperor weapons. Now that it was reforged and tempered, it became even more ancient and mysterious.
Rumble!
Another exceptional sea of lightning descended. Golden light shone resplendently, illuminating the entire cosmos. It was as if the Great Explosion of the Star Domain had occurred. The dazzling light was ten thousand times more terrifying than the destruction of countless stars.
The Divine Thunder of the Sun arrived, blasting Ye Fan's flesh and blood everywhere. Even though his body was strong, it was still a narrow escape. His bones were broken inch by inch, and his tendons and vessels were ruptured. Blood splashed everywhere. It was too horrible to look at.
Similarly, the cauldron cracked once more, almost breaking into pieces. It bobbed up and down in front of Ye Fan's brow, as if it would collapse and scatter in all directions at any time.
Ye Fan circulated his mystic arts and melted his broken body back into one. His bloodline became stronger and he used the Swordsman Formula to make himself indestructible. He continuously baptized his bones.
At the same time, he tempered the cauldron again and again, striking hundreds of ancient characters into the cracks, merging them into one.
This was a painful ordeal. The size of the lightning tribulation and the strength of the heavenly punishment had exceeded Ye Fan's expectations. He could no longer transcend the tribulation as calmly as he had in the past. The slightest carelessness would result in the destruction of both his body and soul.
"Boom!"
Following that, the Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation descended. Five beams of divine light swept down, smashing Ye Fan five times in a row. It was the same for the Myriad Qi Cauldron. It trembled continuously and almost broke into pieces.
Ye Fan suffered extreme tribulations again and again. If it was an ordinary person, any one of the attacks would have turned him into ashes. Since the ancient times, not many people could withstand it. This was the greatest punishment for those who had the ambition to become emperor.
"Boom!"
Another great tribulation came. The lightning was dazzling and filled the sky, boundless. He clenched his teeth and endured. However, he was worried that the cauldron would be destroyed because of this, destroying his tool of achieving the Dao.
"Kacha!"
The most terrifying thing finally happened. The Myriad Qi Cauldron broke into pieces and floated in the void of the universe. They surrounded him in the center and lost their luster.
"How could this be?" Ye Fan muttered bitterly. The Myriad Qi Origin Root was rarely seen in the world. It was found by the Vicious Great Emperor. It was unknown which star domain he obtained it from. It was a true immortal object, yet it shattered just like that.
Tens of thousands of streaks of divine multicolored light hacked down. They struck these fragments, creating sonorous sounds and releasing ear-splitting sounds. Wisps of mysterious aura flowed.
Ye Fan's body cracked. He was once again destroyed by the lightning tribulation. His bones creaked and blood splashed everywhere, landing on the fragments of the cauldron.
Clang!
Blood scattered everywhere. All the fragments of the cauldron shone and released sword energy that rushed into the heavens. It split the sky dome and shattered the immortal lightning. It rumbled and shook the entire sky dome.
"This is …"
Ye Fan was shocked. The cauldron did not die and contained a vigorous fighting spirit. This … was just the beginning. A path of transformation. Struggle, struggle, this was the moment.
Endless lightning descended. Even though the cauldron fragments would shatter from time to time, turning into even finer lumps, Ye Fan was no longer that worried.
It was because he thought of a possibility. The dao scriptures recorded a method to refine an 'artifact'. During the saint tribulation, it would undergo a qualitative change. It needed this cauldron to be reborn and give birth to a 'deity'.
This was the cauldron's self-destruction and rebirth, the embodiment of its desire for change!
Blood mixed with the cauldron fragments as they trembled and released rumbling sounds. Every single piece of the cauldron had sword energy that rushed into the heavens. They hacked apart the sea of lightning, unyielding and unyielding as they resisted the tribulation.
Ye Fan's flesh was broken apart again and again. Blood splashed onto the cauldron fragments, making them even more spiritual. They continuously released light cries as if they were mumbling.
This was a painful tribulation. Ye Fan endured the heavenly punishment of having his body torn to pieces every minute and second. His flesh, shattered bones, and cauldron fragments merged together.
"Forge my dao, forge my cauldron."
Even though he suffered unbearable pain, each time he was reconstructed, his eyes became brighter and brighter. Hundreds of ancient characters continuously flew out, entering the broken cauldron fragments and merging into it.
This was the ancient scripture from the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin. Even now, Ye Fan still couldn't comprehend it. It wasn't something he could understand at his cultivation level. It was cryptic and difficult to understand.
However, even if he couldn't comprehend it, it couldn't stop him from using it. Ever since he forged the All Life Energy Cauldron back then, he continuously merged these scriptures into the cauldron, imperceptibly influencing it and making it transform.
This was especially the case when he was on the other side of the starry sky. During the great tribulation of the Three Slashes of the Dao, he even chanted this scripture, refining the All Life Energy Cauldron to face the tribulation together.
Even though he didn't know the secrets of this scripture, he persisted, making his own cauldron remember it. He used hundreds of ancient characters to hammer it into the only dao artifact.
Wenglonglong!
The nine-nine great tribulation descended. Nine streaks of light hacked down, destroying all things. Many stars exploded. This region covered by the heavenly tribulation experienced great destruction.
Ye Fan released a long roar. The little golden figure rushed out from the space between his brows, receiving the same baptism as his physical body. In the end, it couldn't hold on any longer, slowly shattering.
This was a type of great disaster. When the spirit was destroyed, the person would die. The physical body could be reconstructed, but once the primordial spirit was destroyed, everything would be for naught.
"Ah …"
Ye Fan released a long roar, full of unwillingness. His Saint Tribulation was so difficult to pass. He didn't want to return to eternal silence. He had to make it through.
The Swordsman Formula operated. After the little golden figure turned into pieces, it was pulled together by a powerful force again, carrying out reconstruction, releasing endless light.
"My body is immortal, ten thousand tribulations exist forever …"
He chanted scriptures, strengthening his own dao. His conviction didn't waver, his will like iron. Meanwhile, the little golden figure also became more and more resplendent, finally making it through this disaster.
Of course, this was just a tribulation along the way. There were still many more difficulties ahead. However, Ye Fan found hope, firmly believing that he could make it through.
One bolt, two bolts … Countless bolts of lightning descended again and again, and each time, it was different. In the end, the little golden figure was scattered many times, condensing again and again with great difficulty, becoming a whole.
He didn't know if it was a hundred or a thousand tribulations, but Ye Fan didn't feel any pain. There was only a type of dao ringing in his ears. At this moment, a strange change happened to him.
Flesh, broken bones, the cracked little golden figure, and the pieces of the broken cauldron actually merged together, rising and falling in the sea of lightning, accepting the refinement.
He was forging the cauldron, refining his scattered flesh, primordial spirit, and source energy fragments into one, carrying out a stupefying refinement.
The cauldron is me, I am the cauldron.
At this moment, there was nothing else, only dao ringing. There was only a flesh cauldron, rising and falling with all life source energy, looking incomparably mysterious.
This kind of strange cauldron actually blocked the heavenly tribulation, achieving a moment of eternity, immortal in the void of the universe, eternal life.
Flesh, blood, flesh, broken primordial spirit, and cauldron fragments merged into one. This was a mysterious scene, using one's body to forge a cauldron, becoming a part of it. If ordinary people knew about this, they would definitely be stupefied, unable to understand.
However, at this moment, it really happened, it was so mysterious.
Great dao divine sounds rumbled. Ye Fan seemed to have sensed something, couldn't help but think of an extremely widespread saying: the extreme dao weapons were a type of alternative continuation of the ancient emperors' lives.
These words weren't false. The great emperors passed away in meditation, their primordial spirits obliterated, but the emperor weapons contained divine radiance that could illuminate the endless ages, never to be extinguished.
At the same time, Ye Fan woke up. Some of the paths he had walked, the ancient emperors had experienced them before. The true emperor's path was all treading on the feet of unmatched beings. They were different, but there were similarities.
Wenglong!
A great earthquake occurred. This was a disaster of destruction, the most terrifying great tribulation. Primal chaos energy surged, engulfing the starry sea. The boundless primal chaos divine tribulation descended.
The peace was broken, the sea of lightning pierced through, making this cauldron explode. Ye Fan's balance and undying were destroyed.
Moreover, this time, the cauldron was turned into powder, its flesh and primordial spirit almost ground into light, scattering into the primal chaos.
This was the most miserable moment. This type of tribulation represented destruction. It was as if the heavens wanted to destroy everything, turning those who stubbornly walked the emperor's path into dust, into clouds and smoke.
However, within this destruction, there was a new power that tore through the boundless primal chaos, shining down from the depths of the heavens. This was a type of power of hope.
Ye Fan didn't feel fear, didn't feel impatient. At the final moment of life and death, he calmed down. He had passed through so many tribulations, lingering between life and death. He had done everything he could. Even if he died, he had nothing to complain about, because he had done his best.
"I can make it through."
At this moment, this thought appeared in his mind. He had a premonition that after the primal chaos divine tribulation, there would be another type of tribulation -- creation of heaven and earth.
"Creation of heaven and earth represents the end of destruction, the rebirth of all things. The cauldron and I will be reborn."
Ye Fan's will became more and more resolute. The cauldron had already turned into powder, his primordial spirit and flesh in tatters, but they contained the hope of life, a qualitative change about to take place.
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