Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1433 774: The Appearance of Zhang Er, First Subjugation

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, casting heaven and earth into utter quiet.

The "Eye of Heavenly Punishment," dominating much of the heavens, looked rigid and slow, like it had forgotten how to reason.

Right now, hovering over the churning thunderclouds were two enormous shapes; the standout one was a huge azure eye, as big as a mountain. It showed traces of doubt and reluctance, while the boundless lightning around it flashed wildly.

In the emptiness, floating silently twelve miles to the west of the giant eye, stood a bronze coffin.

Next to the eye, the bronze coffin seemed rather tiny, measuring just three meters across and more than eight meters in length. Still, its surface was carved with thick ancient runes that released threads of glowing light flowing without end.

Right then, an irritated voice emerged from inside the bronze coffin: "Fenglong, can you deal with it? If you can't, get out of the way and let Laozi handle it!"

"Wu the Zombie, taunts won't work on me. I confess I misjudged that fellow before. Their grasp of the Thunder Dao is profoundly deep. Giving them the name 'Thunder God' doesn't matter. I've got an ace up my sleeve not used yet; when I deploy it, that guy will definitely find it hard to endure. But..."

"Haha, but what? Isn't your ace just calling the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder! Sure, summoning it once will drain a thousand years of your Daoist cultivation, but... you, Fenglong, are a True Form Spirit Treasure, not some mortal. Does time even matter to rejects like you? A paltry eight hundred years, just nap through it!" The voice from the bronze coffin mocked on purpose.

"You, that undead freak who neither lives nor dies... you'll never grasp the pain we outcasts endure, nor will you... forget it, no point arguing with you."

The huge eye moved a bit, its stare utterly cold, showing no trace of feeling.

Fenglong was an outcast who gained enlightenment, once the supreme True Form Spirit Treasure "Eye of Thunder Tribulation," revered for ages in the Ten Thousand Treasures Heaven of the Taiyi Spirit Palace. Later, convinced by the Grand Governor of Qintian Guard to step out, it then became one of the Twelve Fiend Gods of Qintian.

Notably, all the Twelve Fiend Gods of Qintian were outcast entities, each with tremendous power, almost impossible to destroy. Even the feeblest among them surpassed the Returning to Void stage.

"Hey, folks down there are still waiting for your strike. Fenglong, hit hard, don't embarrass us!"

The entity resting in the bronze coffin was obviously a playful troublemaker, even now, still stirring things up without a shred of awareness as a fellow Fiend God.

"I've got one final technique, called 'All Tribulations Return Together!' Zombie, pay close attention." The enormous eye sent out a voice flat with no emotion.

In the next moment, the giant eye burst with light a thousand times brighter than the sun, the swirling clouds over ten thousand miles shook hard, and vast thunder energy rushed in from every side.

After three breaths, a massive thunder sphere ten thousand meters wide, radiating stunning brilliance, formed high in the sky, its outer layer displaying nine hues: crimson, azure, red, yellow, and black, subtly giving off a hugely fearsome presence.

All at once, from the vortex's core, a "sun" emerged. Even the heavy clouds struggled to hide its piercing glow.

The heavens grew pitch black, but from the cloud depths, countless beams of light pierced through, splitting into nine colors. As they lit up the land below, the mountain ranges and woods turned into broad swaths of vivid color.

Zhao Sheng stood with arms folded, staring at the dark clouds, slowly feeling the swiftly building Power of Destruction in the sky overhead.

Right now, if that "sun" in the sky crashed down, it would probably wipe out a thousand-mile area, making even Dragon Head Peak disappear completely.

Zhao Sheng's mind whirled, and he suddenly gave a quiet sigh, realizing he'd been a tad too sure of himself before.

He could take the strike, sure, but he doubted Dragon Head Peak would escape unscathed after it landed.

"Sigh, looks like... I'll need to bring out that treasure." Zhao Sheng thought with a sigh, and with a mental spark, five-colored Thunder Lights exploded from his forehead, while a subtle silver-white ring of light flickered in his eyes' depths.

Crack, crack, crack...

As the space between heaven and earth split bit by bit, the boundless thunder glow abruptly shattered the dark clouds, sending a colossal thunder sun, brimming with indescribable Power of Destruction, plummeting fast from the edge of the sky.

Its velocity was beyond imagination!

Before the thunder sun got close, the area around Dragon Head Peak buckled under the invisible strain, suddenly tearing into numerous big and small spatial cracks.

In the dire instant, a huge and mighty Divine Thought materialized from nowhere, covering a thousand-mile span, while also clamping down on the nearby space-time, forcefully sealing up the many spatial rifts and making them heal again.

At the same time, the enormous thunder sun loomed near, Zhao Sheng's sight filled mostly with glaring Thunder Light, and beneath his feet, Dragon Head Peak swayed unsteadily amid the ceaseless destructive pressure.

Within the main hall, hordes of cultivators sank into hopeless panic, shaking as they braced for doom, even the Divinity Transformation True Monarchs included.

But the very next instant, the main hall stood firm, as the raging destructive force outside simply faded away.

One person shook while peeking open their eyes, anxiously checked themselves over, then yelled in delight: "I'm alive! Not dead, truly not dead!"

By now, many snapped back to reality, yelling and weeping to release their thrill at dodging death.

A handful of Divinity Transformation True Monarchs hardly kept their cool but still quickly sent out their Divine Thoughts to probe what happened beyond the hall.

Alas, they found zilch, just the dark clouds scattering and a grand, mountain-like figure.

A bunch of Divinity Transformation cultivators couldn't possibly comprehend the events in that lightning-quick moment.

Right then, Zhao Sheng stretched out his right hand, his five fingers curling shut slowly, and in his grasp rested a thumb-sized, sparkling clear eye.

The eye quivered, its look full of sheer terror, as if struck with dread.

In truth, Fenglong was utterly frightened, all because of that horrifying aura that had flashed by and vanished.

Faced with total power dominance, Fenglong couldn't summon even a spark of defiance, let alone confront the matching-type Immortal Artifact—the Five Thunder Ring!

No matter if it unleashed All Tribulations Return Together or invoked the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it would just end up as "nourishment" for the Five Thunder Ring.

Watching Zhao Sheng's fingers inching closer, Fenglong, frantic and fearful, quickly sent a thread of Divine Thought: "I... I am... Qintian... Fiend God. Let me go... or you'll... you'll invite huge disaster!"

"Releasing you is simple, but you disrupted today's ritual. Without a proper excuse, don't fault me for refining you. You know it's no trouble for me at all."

Fenglong quaked inside, thinking quietly: "Where did this freak come from, able to refine Immortal Artifacts? I... I'm so cursed with bad luck!"

"Set me free, and I'll make it up to you! I'm the Eye of Thunder Tribulation and can weaken Thunder Tribulation Power. If you let me go, I'll step in once... wait, no, three times!" Spotting the other's face darken, Fenglong quickly upped the deal.

Hearing that, Zhao Sheng's look eased, and his fingers loosened bit by bit.

Truth be told, the refining threat was just to scare; he couldn't actually do it.

After all, this treasure's background was way too unique—truly refining it would mean fully antagonizing Qintian Guard and the Taiyi Spirit Palace backing it.

Zhao Sheng wasn't an idiot; he wouldn't burn bridges like that.

"Haha, what if I free you and you renege... then what?" Zhao Sheng laughed icily and asked.

Before his words landed, Zhao Sheng abruptly turned to glance not far off.

Now, eight hundred meters distant, a bronze coffin materialized from nothing, the whole thing happening as quiet as a ghost.