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The hook is straight, and the bait is salty!

This is, indeed, a blatant case of fishing!

However, such things have always been for willing prey to investigate. Sure enough, when the daughter of the fairy entered the room and saw the scriptural scrolls of Daoist classics beside her, after talking to Feng Qing’an for a while, she did not hesitate to take out the Daoist scriptures for apprentice disciples in Taiyin Sky.

Such Dao Sutras are important, even real people can get some insights from them. They are not important because they are a piece of work that apprentice disciples share, and naturally, there is nothing to cherish.

“Taiyin·Su Wen”

Although the name is simple, the weight of this Dao Sutra is not less than that of the Qianyang Sect.

“Good!”

Feng Qing’an picked up a copy, and quickly immersed himself in it, in front of this fairy’s daughter. Although it also mixes in some private goods, it is indeed Daoist classics.

The woman who cultivates in Taiyin Sky saw Feng Qing’an engrossed in reading and showed a smile. Then she withdrew very consciously.

When the so-called secret is known to the second person, it is no longer a secret. Therefore, on the third day, the residence where Feng Qing’an lived was “occupied” by many real people of Daoism who intended to win him over.

These real people of Daoism seemed to have agreed in advance. As soon as the previous one left, the next one came to visit. Even if Feng Qing’an is fishing with a hook, he reaps a great deal. Every real person who visits him leaves behind Daoist classics compiled with painstaking efforts.

After all, since it does not involve the basics of cultivation skills and secret methods of Divine Power, no matter which real person it is, they would not be stingy on this matter and be outperformed by the real people of other sects.

Therefore, although Feng Qing’an was always disturbed, he was also suffering but enjoying it. Within a short period of ten days, he received an astonishingly large number of Daoist scriptures, which had to be moved into the Cave Sky.

However, there is a lot of overlap in these Daoist scriptures. However, after each sect’s revisions and compilations, there are always some unique and insightful parts.

Even though there is indeed a lot of personal agenda mixed in, if he really read it all, he would not be led astray. Of course, to be safe, Feng Qing’an decided to let Donghuang read it first and let this former fairy guard him.

“I’m preparing for the tribulation. Do you want to watch?”

“Yes!”

In late August, Feng Qing’an closed his doors to everyone, no matter how influential, his attention was now entirely focused on the underworld.

There was no daylight, no stars or moon, no vitality, only deadly silence. This is the underworld, whether it is billions of years in the past or now, the world here is dead silent, there is no hope, being born here, no matter how high one rises, the end is always despair.

“Yin Spirits are unlikely to attain sainthood after enduring endless tribulations!”

Looking up at the dark sky above, with nothing to embellish, a Monarch in silver armor who appeared dashing yet ethereal stood in the void. The pitch-black hair sculpted from Black Jade Carving fluttered in the Yin Wind, reflecting the silent decaying world in his lucid eyes.

“If I endure these endless tribulations, might I become a saint?”

The moment his words fell, a purple lightning struck down from the sky towards the entity in silver armor.

Boom

Purple lightning shone, and one could see the bright gleam reflecting off from his silver armor. He withstood the thunderbolt, without any injuries on his body.

“Is this your first lightning tribulation?”

A voice filled with worry echoed in his heart. The sudden lightning strike made him tremble in fear, as there were no signs in the sky just now.

“No, this is just a reminder!”

Donghuang’s indifferent voice resounded.

“What?”

Feng Qing’an didn’t understand at first, but in the blink of an eye, he did because the real heavens tribulation descended, there was no tribulation cloud, no brewing, no time for the one undergoing tribulation to prepare.

Only a sudden appearance of a purple sea, transforming into a thunder pool, directly engulfed Donghuang’s silhouette, through Feng Qing’an who was borrowing Donghuang’s perspective, all he saw was a purple vastness, a sea of lightning, terrifying to the utmost extreme.

“What’s the meaning of this? Are they not even giving a chance to survive?”

Feng Qing’an, who thought he had some understanding of heavenly tribulation after seeing Dragon Girl crossing the tribulation, couldn’t help but shout out after seeing the intensity of lightning tribulation that Donghuang had to endure.

If this lightning tribulation were for him, he would lie flat down now. He wouldn’t be able to muster a bit of resistance because just the so-called warning was enough to reduce him to a charred lump, and perhaps nothing would remain, not even ashes.

Boom

Thousands and hundreds of thunderbolts intertwined in one place, surging like floodwaters, but possessed the terrifying power to shatter everything. The bright electric light swept across the sky, and everything was stained purple.

“I am the body of a Yin Spirit!”

Facing the onslaught of myriad lightning, bearing unimaginable damage, Donghuang’s tone was calm at this moment. She was well aware of what she had to face and what she had to endure.

Boom

Another booming sound seemed about to pierce through Feng Qing’an’s eardrums and shatter his soul. Even though he was separated by a realm, Feng Qing’an felt as if his soul was about to scatter. The endlessly vast thunder sea made him feel a sense of despair, as if the heavens were pouring down, like an endless starry river cascading.

“Even if it’s a Yin spirit, it shouldn’t be like this! The bird’s heavenly tribulation doesn’t even have a brewing process, it just strikes directly!”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but feel indignant for Donghuang. He had seen heavenly tribulations before, but not like this!

It was like heaven didn’t even spare a chance for the King of Ghosts in the underworld, completely intolerant of the existence above the King of Ghosts, intending to erase their traces from the world during their tribulation.

When Dragon Girl was crossing the tribulation, the tribulation brewed for a long time. Even the people on both sides of the river could sense the oppressive feeling and had the opportunity to take refuge in their own homes.

It was only after the tribulation taker and even the surrounding spirits had almost prepared that the first heavenly thunder would slowly descend, with intervals in-between.

How is it like Donghuang’s current tribulation? It started by greeting with thunder, then didn’t give any chance to respond. Without a trace of cloud, the next moment was a purple lightning sea, enveloping the person undergoing the tribulation.

Not to mention the intensity of this heavenly tribulation, exceeding by more than tenfold the one Dragon Girl crossed in the past, just the process of this tribulation coming down, as well as the interval between each tribulation thunder, already highlighted the difference between two worlds.

“This is the heavenly tribulation of the underworld, nothing strange about it!”

Donghuang who was enduring her second underworld heavenly tribulation was very calm. Although her body was trembling under the thunderbolts, she held on, with one spirit sword after another flying out from her side, shattering the lightning striking her.

But such actions were like making a no-water area in the vast ocean, what she could do was to suffer from as less lightning strikes as possible.

“Donghuang, if the heavens won’t help you, I will!”

Feng Qing’an had never seen Donghuang in such a disheveled state before. Her silver armor had been pierced by the lightning. Even the body underneath the Luanfeng Armor, unrivaled by any ghost king, was full of wounds under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder.

“No need for now, let’s wait for the final heavenly tribulation!”

Donghuang declined,

“I still have methods unused, I can hold on!”

The moment Donghuang’s voice fell, a faint immortal aura drifted from her body. In the rotation of Taoism, a nine-layered, cloud-wrapped heavenly palace materialized behind her.

Above the nine-layered heavenly palace, a figure sat high, only appearing for an instant, the surging thunder sea quieted a bit, a breath of coexistence with the world and immortality emanated.

“What is this?”

Seeing the figure sitting high atop the nine-layered heavenly palace emerge, Feng Qing’an was stunned. Even though the view was obscure due to the clouds, how could Feng Qing’an, who was extremely familiar with Donghuang’s body, not tell? The two silhouettes were nearly identical.