Seeing the figure reappear in the sky, Mo Fan’s pupils contracted sharply!
“He’s not dead?!”
His heart was filled with shock. Looking closely, he saw Pu Suanzi bathed in golden light, his skin covered in cracks.
At this moment, Pu Suanzi resembled a piece of cracked porcelain, as if he could shatter at any time.
Looking at the reappeared Pu Suanzi, Bai Yaoyao’s expression was grim.
Her earlier strike had exhausted all her strength, and she couldn’t unleash such a killing move again in the short term.
Moreover, with her tribulation imminent, she couldn’t afford to expend more energy, or she might not survive the lightning tribulation.
Pu Suanzi ignored the gazes of the two demons, a trace of sorrow appearing on his face as he turned to look into the distance.
That was the direction his disciple had gone…
“Chen’er, it’s up to you now… your master has done his best…”
Pu Suanzi murmured, then looked up at the thick thunderclouds in the sky, where endless lightning flickered, as if tribulation lightning could descend at any moment.
He took a deep breath and declared solemnly, “I, Pu Suanzi, am willing to wager my destined fate, sealing this heaven and earth with my life!”
His voice echoed in the air, and his body began to transform into golden flames at a visible rate!
This scene left Mo Fan and Bai Yaoyao stunned.
Pu Suanzi’s entire being turned into strands of golden flames, quickly dissipating.
Those golden flames then soared upward, forming a massive golden Bagua diagram that sealed the entire tribulation cloud!
“What’s going on?”
Mo Fan frowned, transforming into a streak of firelight to fly to Bai Yaoyao’s side, his instincts telling him Pu Suanzi’s actions likely harboured some scheme.
“He sealed my tribulation lightning… making it impossible for me to sense the tribulation’s power in the short term, or to undergo it…” Bai Yaoyao said bitterly.
Sealing the tribulation lightning?
It could be done like that?!
Mo Fan’s eyes widened, it was the first time he’d heard that tribulation lightning could be sealed.
“Then what do we do? Can’t we just go somewhere else to continue the tribulation?” Mo Fan asked, frowning.
“Normally, tribulation lightning would follow the one undergoing it, but now the tribulation cloud is sealed, I can’t sense the lightning at all. No matter where I go, no tribulation lightning will descend.
Without the baptism of tribulation lightning, the demon core cannot fully form, nor can it give birth to that trace of Kingly power!” Bai Yaoyao said with a bitter smile.
“Then what?”
Mo Fan glanced at the faintly visible golden Bagua in the sky, his brows furrowing.
“Now we can only wait. That cultivator’s technique is unique, I didn’t expect even tribulation lightning could be sealed, but it shouldn’t last long.
Tribulation lightning is the power of heaven and earth, even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t seal it for long, let alone a pseudo-core cultivator,” Bai Yaoyao said gravely.
“But I can’t act again. If someone comes to interfere, I hope you can stop them.”
“I’ll do my best!”
Mo Fan nodded heavily, but after the incident with Pu Suanzi, he didn’t dare make bold promises.
Still, he wasn’t overly worried, doubting another Pu Suanzi could appear in the Southern Borderlands.
Pu Suanzi’s strength had truly exceeded his expectations.
It was the first time Mo Fan had encountered such a terrifying cultivator of the same realm.
Despite being only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his techniques were far more fearsome than an ordinary Demon King, and sealing tribulation lightning was something even a Demon King likely couldn’t do!
“Heavenly Fate Sect… a sect tied to fate?”
Mo Fan frowned, feeling helpless, knowing that, barring any surprises, he had successfully provoked another formidable force.
But there was no choice, he had to fight!
Unless, as the other party suggested, they avoided undergoing the tribulation here, but even then, would that old Taoist, with his methods, truly let them go?
Mo Fan returned to the city wall, sitting cross-legged to use his regeneration divine ability to heal his injuries, his gaze vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
About the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Mo Fan noticed over twenty figures appearing on the horizon.
They were more than twenty human cultivators flying on magical artifacts!
“As expected, it wouldn’t be that simple…”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, standing up from the wall, his body instantly covered in a layer of crimson crystal armour!
In the sky.
Du Fanchen sped forward on a flying sword, followed by a group of cultivators also riding swords.
These were the helpers he had gathered from the Book and Sword Market.
His master, who always teased him, hadn’t lied this time.
That small Heavenly Fate Token had earned the respect of all the cultivators, as if they held a special reverence for the Heavenly Fate Sect.
But when Du Fanchen saw the massive, faintly visible Bagua diagram in the sky, his body trembled, and he instinctively stopped flying.
“Junior Brother Du, what’s wrong?”
A cultivator radiating powerful aura flew to Du Fanchen’s side, also looking up at the scene above the empty city.
“What a beautiful woman!”
A cultivator behind exclaimed, his gaze turning greedy.
“Beautiful? Mere skin-deep appearance, just a beast in the end!”
The cultivator beside Du Fanchen turned to the group, snorting, “Fellow Daoists, don’t forget why we’re here!”
“Friend Zhang is right!
Our sects were all destroyed by demons, this grudge must be washed away with their blood!
Didn’t Junior Brother Du say Senior Pu’s goal was to stop that female demon from undergoing her tribulation?
It seems the tribulation lightning hasn’t descended yet, so if we kill her, we’ll repay Senior Pu’s past life-saving grace!”
A female cultivator spoke righteously, causing the earlier male cultivator to flush, then grit his teeth, “Friend Ding is right! I swear to never coexist with these demons!”
In an instant, the cultivators were filled with righteous indignation, as if eager to devour the female demon’s flesh and blood.
But Du Fanchen stood expressionless, and after a long moment, his eyes reddened, his heart overwhelmed with intense fear.
As Pu Suanzi’s disciple, the destined one of this generation of the Heavenly Fate Sect, he naturally understood what the Bagua diagram in the sky meant.
His master was dead!
Fallen!
Memories flooded Du Fanchen’s mind, warm moments with his master, accompanied by overwhelming grief.
“Junior Brother Du?”
The Zhang-surnamed cultivator spoke again.
“I’m fine,” Du Fanchen snapped back, shaking his head, “These demons are too cunning, I need to set up a trapping formation here to prevent her escape!
Senior Brothers, go slay her first!”
“Junior Brother Du, you’re too cautious, it’s just a demon general. With so many of us Foundation Establishment cultivators, plus Friend Zhang, a pseudo-core expert.
Let alone a mere demon general, even a Demon King would be beaten to a pulp!”
A cultivator chuckled, finding Du Fanchen overly cautious.
“No matter, Junior Brother Du is thorough, do as you need. We’ll go slay that female demon first!” the Zhang cultivator smiled, then frowned, “Junior Brother, where’s Senior Pu? Didn’t you say he was fighting the demon here?”
“My master must have been captured by that demon!” Du Fanchen said, eyes red.
“Don’t worry, Junior Brother, we’ll rescue Senior Pu!”
The Zhang cultivator spoke, then led the group toward the empty city.
Seeing this, Du Fanchen landed on the ground, knelt, and sorrowfully kowtowed several times.
…
Mount Daoxuan, Unnamed Taoist Temple.
“Senior Brother, Brother Pu’s life flame has gone out!”
A white-haired young Taoist entered the dishevelled Taoist’s room, his tone calm.
“I know.”
The dishevelled Taoist nodded, looking at the tribulation cloud anomaly on the chessboard, where blood energy surged, as if a great demon was about to emerge, and sighed.
The white-haired young Taoist glanced at the chessboard, sighing, “Everyone in the world envies the destined ones, thinking them chosen by heaven with multiple lives!
But who knows that each time a destined one defies heaven, their realm falls?
How brilliant was Brother Pu once?
Yet, just five hundred years after leaving Mount Daoxuan, he perished in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
What a pity!”
“The destined ones, from the moment they bear the mandate of heaven, their lives no longer belong to them.
Brother Pu gave his all for our human race, he deserves a place in the Sacred Hall!” the dishevelled Taoist said gravely.
“I understand, I’ll handle it now!”
The white-haired young Taoist left.
The dishevelled Taoist stood from the ground, stepping to the edge of Mount Daoxuan’s cliff, gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance, and slightly bowed toward the south.
“I bid farewell to our friend ascending to immortality!”
