488: Chapter 504 Riot!

As the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord pointed a finger, the void began to twist.

That was not a ripple of the Space Law, nor was it a tremor caused by power overload; it was temperature!

In that area, the chill had already broken past a critical point.

Wherever the ice-blue light passed, the air ceased to flow, Spiritual Qi stopped circulating, and even light itself began to solidify.

This was the manifestation of the Ice Law applied to its extreme, making the boundary between energy and matter blurred and uncertain, and the barriers between Laws fragile.

Thus, even ethereal things gradually began to be affected.

For example, luck!

Indeed, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord intended to use the Ice Law to freeze his own luck, thereby interfering with destiny and cutting off the connection between him and the Heavenly Tribulation at its source.

After all, if a person doesn't even have luck, how can they talk about undergoing a tribulation?

At the same time, the silver light of the Luck Tribulation shot out from the eye of the heavenly dao, like a cold moon falling into the mortal realm.

That cold moon was not a physical entity, nor did it have a shape; it was merely a blurred "concept."

The moment it appeared, everyone within the Restriction felt an indescribable sorrow well up in their hearts, as if they were about to lose something important.

But before anyone could react, that cold moon collided violently with the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's finger.

The expected earth-shattering roar did not occur; there was only dead silence.

The two became entangled; the silver light wanted to sever the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's Luck, only to find it already frozen like a block of solid ice, leaving no way to strike.

The silver light could only roam the surface, unable to penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

The two sides remained in a stalemate in the void for a long time before finally dissipating simultaneously.

The mustard seed transformed into countless ice crystals that splattered in all directions, and the silver light gradually dimmed like a waning moon sinking below the horizon.

Only Chaos remained in the void, where matter and energy were intertwined and Laws were confused.

Clearly, it was a draw.

But... compared to the result, the second Heavenly Tribulation had been broken.

Exclamations rang out once again within the Restriction.

"He... he passed another tribulation?"

Hua Nongying's voice trembled involuntarily. "This person is truly terrifying!"

"Indeed, he is a bit too strong."

Xuan Zhenzi also had to admit that this person's strength was quite unexpected.

He put himself in that position—if he were to face this Black-robed Man, would he be confident in handling him?

The answer was no.

As soon as he reached this conclusion, Xuan Zhenzi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

One must know that he was the Dao Seed painstakingly cultivated by the Qingwei Dao Sect; his talent and temperament were of the highest caliber, and among his peers, very few could compare to him.

Yet despite this, the thought of being unable to contend with him arose.

The threat he felt was even greater than when he had faced a natural talent like Yun Chenzi.

"This guy... where on earth did he come from?"

Listening to the discussion, Yue Qingyao did not speak, her elegant brows merely furrowing slightly.

She always felt there was an indescribable sense of incongruity about this person.

The feeling he gave her was not like facing a Golden Core Cultivator, but more like... a higher-level existence.

Just like her Nascent Soul great-great-great-great... grandfather!

However, Yue Qingyao quickly dismissed this absurd thought.

That was simply impossible!

Setting aside the fact that Nascent Soul True Monarchs were currently in an awkward position, restricted by the suppression of the Heavenly Dao and unable to wander the mortal world at will.

Even if they could, would there be any need to run to a Secret Realm to snatch Opportunities from a group of juniors like them?

Who could be that shameless!

"I suspect this person's official rank in the Yujing Dao Court has already reached the First Rank, but who exactly is he?"

The Yujing Dao Court was different from other powers; under the shroud of the Dao Court Edict, a Cultivator's strength didn't actually have much to do with their talent.

As long as one's official rank was high enough, their strength would receive more empowerment.

Among these, the First Rank was the highest, and the Ninth Rank was the lowest.

This person's strength was so formidable, yet he himself was Innately deficient.

Being able to achieve such a level with just a single Ice Law perfectly matched Yue Qingyao's stereotype of those fellows.

But this made it even more interesting.

There were not many First Rank official positions in the Yujing Dao Court, yet she had never seen this person's face before.

She wondered if he was being secretly cultivated by the Dao Court, or if there was some other hidden story.

While everyone here had their own thoughts, there was one person whose expression was quite unsightly.

Well, it was Yin Leici.

He had previously said with absolute certainty that the other party couldn't possibly succeed; at this moment, it felt as if he had been slapped hard, his face burning with pain.

Watching this guy show off while he himself was trapped within the Restriction, only able to watch the other party succeed—this disparity filled Yin Leici's heart with an indescribable sense of frustration.

However, he still stubbornly said, "It's just two Heavenly Tribulations; there's still the last one, the most dangerous Lifespan Tribulation. He might not survive it."

Yet when these words were spoken, no one responded. For a moment, Yin Leici felt quite awkward, and his resentment toward the Black-robed Man reached its peak.

This was all caused by this guy; he really deserves to die!

The strength displayed by the Black-robed Man left everyone in awe.

For a time, everyone focused their attention on him, wanting to see how he would handle the third Lifespan-Severing Tribulation.

However, this gave a certain handsome fellow an Opportunity.

"That's about enough; I can't really let this old thing succeed."

Watching was one thing, and observing the other party's Breakthrough to summarize experience was another, but one couldn't lose the big picture for small gains.

If the other party truly became a Nascent Soul, Lu Ming dared to swear on his character that this old thing would definitely kill everyone to silence them; not a single person present would escape.

So whether for himself or for others, Lu Ming had to stop him!

His hands were hidden within his wide sleeves, forming several complex and profound seals.

An invisible ripple spread out from around him, enveloping his entire being.

Immediately, Lu Ming seemed to be cut off from the outside world, his sense of presence infinitely fading.

This was not a breath-concealing technique, but Lu Ming using the power of Karma to shroud his existence, facilitating what he was about to do next.

Of course, with his current attainments in Karma, he couldn't completely erase his existence from the source.

Not to mention there was a Nascent Soul descent body present and the eye of the heavenly dao watching from above; his own bit of Karma attainment was practically child's play before such existences.

What Lu Ming needed to do was simply to not let anyone notice him—nothing more!

And since everyone was currently captivated by the scene in the field and no one was paying attention to him anyway, Lu Ming's sense of presence became even lower under the shroud of Karma power.

Lu Ming moved his feet lightly, quietly retreating to the side, keeping the others in front of him for cover, and finally came to a stop in a corner at the edge of the Restriction.

He looked around and confirmed that no one had noticed his small movements, and only then did Lu Ming breathe a sigh of relief.

He no longer delayed, quickly sinking his mind into his Sea of Consciousness.

The karma golden book floated quietly in his Sea of Consciousness.

With a single thought, the pages began to flip, finally stopping on the page recording [Feng Yuan (Qin Guan's descent body)].

"So your damn name is Qin Guan!"

The corner of Lu Ming's mouth curled up, revealing a Dragon King-like smile.

Then, using his Divine Thought as a brush, he made a light stroke on the golden book in the void.

The karma golden book shook slightly, quickly selecting the target to bear the burden and establishing a Karma channel, firmly locking the connection between the two.

All the backlash Lu Ming was about to suffer would be precisely transferred to the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord through this channel.

Although with the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's magnitude, his methods might not truly be enough in the face of the other party.

But Lu Ming didn't believe a descent body could have much of the mystery of a Nascent Soul true body.

Moreover, the other party was currently too busy to look after himself; Lu Ming didn't believe he could still turn the world upside down!

Ask the Heavenly Dao if It would allow it!

As the saying goes, when you encounter an opponent you can't solve, don't be afraid.

You just need to start the fight yourself, and the System will automatically match you with teammates.

And the one who least wanted to see the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord become a Nascent Soul, besides Lu Ming, was probably that big eyeball in the sky.

"Jie jie jie..."

Lu Ming laughed like a villain.

He no longer hesitated, instantly activating the three Laws within his body.

Tiangang, Xun Wind, and Yin-Yang—the three Laws slowly circulated within him, intertwining and wrapping around each other.

After Lu Ming obtained "Wuwang True Vision," he had made meticulous adjustments to them.

At this moment, the three Laws had become stable, each occupying its own area in the Dantian without encroaching on the others.

But now, Lu Ming took the initiative to break this balance, letting the three Laws begin to repel and crash into each other again.

The golden Tiangang Law, the azure Xun Wind Law, and the black-and-white Yin-Yang Law—the three powers tore frantically within his body like three rabid beasts.

That terrifying power, enough to make a Golden Core Cultivator die instantly, erupted violently within him.

The backlash arrived as scheduled.

But Lu Ming's expression remained unchanged, as if it weren't happening to him at all.

Because he had selected the bearer in advance, before the backlash could truly descend, it was already transferred away.

Following that Karma channel, it was precisely transferred to the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

Looking at the figure in the distance who was the center of everyone's attention, the corner of Lu Ming's mouth turned up slightly.

"Old man, good Luck to you."

At this moment, the third Heavenly Tribulation arrived as expected.

Blood-red light shot out from the Heavenly Eye, like a blood moon falling into the mortal realm.

That was the Lifespan Tribulation, severing a Cultivator's Lifespan and making all Dao come to naught.

Wherever the blood-red light passed, the void was decaying.

As if washed over by eternal ages, everything was aging, decaying, and perishing.

The light contained an irresistible power—the rule of death, the destination of all things—which was one of the most fundamental Laws of heaven and earth.

The Lifespan Tribulation was the manifestation of this Law.

Seeing this, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord merely took a deep breath and then began to form seals with his hands.

Behind him, a massive ice crystal phantom emerged.

It was a frost giant, over a hundred zhang tall, crystalline all over, emitting a suffocating chill.

The frost giant raised its massive palm to meet the blood-red light.

However, this time, the moment the blood-red light touched the frost giant, its hundred-zhang body began to decay.

Starting from the fingertips, the ice crystals turned grayish-white, and cracks spread like withered branches.

The frost giant let out a silent wail as its massive palm shattered inch by inch, turning into countless ice shards that splattered in all directions.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord frowned, his hand seals changed, and the frost giant collapsed violently, turning into a sky full of ice mist.

He intended to proactively disintegrate it, using this method to shed most of the Lifespan Tribulation's power.

The ice mist pervaded, and the blood-red light charged into it, being weakened, dispersed, and absorbed layer by layer by the countless ice crystals.

But the power of the Lifespan Tribulation far exceeded his expectations.

A wisp of blood-red light passed through the ice mist and landed on him.

The index finger of his right hand instantly withered, the skin shriveled, and the nail fell off, looking like a dry twig.

A strand of white hair quietly grew at his temple, looking particularly piercing amidst his black hair.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's expression changed slightly; although this was just a descent body, he wouldn't care how much Lifespan was lost.

But this, after all, concerned his subsequent plans, and he still hoped nothing unexpected would happen.

However, he was a Nascent Soul True Monarch who had lived for tens of thousands of years, having experienced countless battles; responding to crises had long since become an instinct.

He formed a seal with his left hand, and an ice blade severed that withered finger, stopping the power of decay from spreading.

At the same time, he chanted a mantra, and endless ice-blue light emerged around him, isolating the remaining blood-red light outside.

He didn't even flinch at the pain of the severed finger.

His adjustment was extremely fast, and he stabilized the situation within a few breaths.

The ice-blue light condensed into layers of ice crystal barriers in front of him, blocking the blood-red light.

But this only treated the symptoms and not the cause; the third Heavenly Tribulation was still continuing!

However, the most dangerous moment had passed; although the blood-red light was still impacting, its power was no longer a threat.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's responses became increasingly composed, with layers of ice crystal barriers firmly keeping the blood-red light out.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

All of this was within his expectations.

The three Heavenly Tribulations, though dangerous, could not baffle him.

He was a Nascent Soul Late Stage Great True Lord; although the Ice Law of this body was weak, under his control, it was enough to handle any Heavenly Tribulation.

As long as he held on for a moment longer, the Lifespan Tribulation would dissipate on its own.

At that time, with all three Heavenly Tribulations broken, this descent body could officially step into the Nascent Soul stage.

The Law of Reincarnation would also be within his grasp.

Everything was going according to plan; the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord seemed to have already seen the moment of success.

However, just as he was secretly feeling smug in his heart...

"Ugh!"

An indescribable power erupted within his body without any warning.

That power did not come from the outside, but surged from deep within his own body, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening.

His aura began to riot, his magic power began to spiral out of control, and the power in his Meridians was like a runaway horse, crashing around and completely uncontrolled.

"What's going on?" This sudden change caused the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's face to change drastically.

His first reaction was to try to use his magic power to suppress it, only to find that his magic power was also in a riot.

Finally, even the Nascent Soul embryonic form in his Dantian trembled violently, a hint of pain appearing on its tender face.

Clearly, even his Nascent Soul dao foundation was affected by this sudden turn of events.

Without the support of magic power, the ice crystal barriers also began to shatter layer by layer.

The blood-red light took advantage of the opening and slammed heavily into him.

Pfft—

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, his face turning pale.