Immortal Travel of Longevity

Purple Firmament lightning struck the Dragon Immortal.

Even the well-traveled Old Dragon King, Ying Zheng, was horrified by the sight.

"Such a thunder tribulation..."

Mo Yuan flinched, his heart skipping a beat.

The Purple Firmament!

This was the Purple Firmament!

Back when he faced his own thunder tribulation, it had merely been the Azure Firmament. Now, just a single glance at this Purple Firmament was enough to strike terror into his soul.

This was heaven's will. It had no intention of letting that Dragon Immortal survive this trial.

The Old Dragon King sighed softly. "If she hadn't turned to the demonic path, she would never have faced such a deadly Heavenly Tribulation. In the end, she brought this upon herself."

Long Rong's qi destiny and incense were entirely severed.

A miserable scream tore from her throat as the scales across her body surfaced.

Her agonizing wails echoed endlessly.

Thunder fire engulfed her. The waters of the Sheng River could not extinguish it, and the fortune of the Human Dao's incense could not suppress it.

"Argh..."

Long Rong's shrieks were exceptionally wretched.

The thunder fire incinerated her, prompting the demonic energy on her body to fight back fiercely.

She plummeted from the sky, her entire body wreathed in torturous thunder fire.

A single bolt of the thunder tribulation had left her at death's door, her breath failing.

A glance revealed that Long Rong was already burnt beyond recognition. Scales floated across her charred flesh, showing faint signs she was about to be forced back into her true form.

Long Rong clenched her teeth, her expression twisting into a ferocious grimace.

Her fingers dug deeply into the earth as she forced herself back to her feet.

That single strike of the Purple Firmament had scorched the surrounding forests and flatlands pitch-black.

Standing right in the blast zone, Song Bao would have been reduced to ashes if Chen Changsheng hadn't shielded her.

Chen Changsheng maintained a calm expression, but internally, he was deeply shaken. Ultimately, he had underestimated the sheer power of the Purple Firmament.

The edges of his robes had been seared away, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his chest, only for him to forcefully swallow it back down.

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, his face slightly pale. "Why go to such extremes..."

Long Rong staggered. Demonic energy surged from her seemingly frail body, protecting her and supporting her as she stood up once more.

"If one does not succumb to madness..."

Her gaze blurred as she whispered, "...one cannot survive!"

With that, she once again faced the sky.

Beneath that bolt of the Purple Firmament, she didn't show the slightest hint of retreating. She knew she had nowhere left to run.

Her calculations had been correct. If she hadn't embraced the demonic path, she would have been unable to withstand even the Azure Firmament. If she hadn't drawn Chen Changsheng into the board, her bones would have already been reduced to dust.

She had gone mad!

On the path to survival, she had completely lost herself.

Song Bao hid fearfully behind Chen Changsheng. Deaf to the world around her, she stared at her surroundings in a daze.

Her voice trembled, and tears continuously streamed down her face.

It seemed she had only just realized exactly what kind of place she had stumbled into.

A moment later...

The wind and clouds surged once more.

Another bolt of the Purple Firmament was taking shape.

Long Rong immediately sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing. Fueled by the resentment in her heart, her demonic energy soared once more.

Now, she had exhausted the power of her incense, and the waters of the Sheng River had slipped from her control during the previous strike.

The waters of the Sheng River violently quaked.

The torrential currents instantly surged and overflowed the banks.

Chen Changsheng's expression tightened, but right now, he lacked the means to divide his attention.

On a distant mountain peak.

"The Sheng River is rebelling!" Mo Yuan muttered.

But his primary concern was Mister Chen out there on the battlefield.

He clenched his fists, completely powerless to intervene. In the past, he definitely would have stepped forward, but with his current injuries, going over would only make things worse.

The Old Dragon King Ying Zheng noticed Mo Yuan's intense stare and said, "Mister Chen will not be in any great danger, you can rest assured. However, we should make our move. If the Sheng River continues like this, it will likely spell a terrible disaster!"

The two True Dragons exchanged a glance, then threw themselves into the Sheng River.

Whether Ying Zheng or Mo Yuan, as True Dragons, their mastery over water was unmatched. The two True Dragons cast their spells in succession. The Old Dragon King brought forth his Dharma Instrument, and in moments, he subdued most of the raging currents. Unwilling to fall behind, Mo Yuan channeled the fortune of the waters, pacifying the rest of the Sheng River's fury.

Sensing the Sheng River's currents stabilize, Chen Changsheng felt his heart settle.

Behind him lay Yingshan District.

The Listening Rain Sword was an Immortal Sword, but it could only hold back the sparse wind and rain. The residual might of a Heavenly Tribulation was not something Listening to Rain could withstand.

Chen Changsheng sighed softly. He gave Song Bao a gentle pat, then kept her firmly shielded behind him.

Extending two fingers, Chen Changsheng issued an edict. "I summon the immortal spirits and deities!"

At his words, dozens of streaks of golden light materialized into figures.

"Greetings, Master."

"Master!"

"Venerable Lord!"

The dozens of figures stood by Chen Changsheng's side.

Chen Changsheng voiced his intent. The deities before him immediately spread out, bringing forth their Dharma Instruments and executing their Immortal Arts.

A youth gripped a red-tasseled spear, divine fire burning in his eyes.

An elder formed a Guanyin mudra, exhaling a breath of pure yang energy.

A figure held a fan, thunderstorms brewing between their brows.

A giant god gripped a massive axe; with a mere raise of his hand, he seemed capable of trampling the mountains and rivers of an entire province.

Chen Changsheng let out a long breath. "I ask you all to safeguard the peace of the Human Dao."

Dozens of voices rang out in unison, "We receive the Venerable Lord's decree!"

Long Rong stared at the sudden arrival of these divine generals and smiled. "As expected of Mister Chen."

Demonic energy rippled, suddenly erupting from the ground behind her.

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly at the sight, an odd feeling creeping over him.

How could Long Rong possibly stir up this much demonic energy...

There was something strange about this.

The sky-piercing demonic energy naturally caught Ying Zheng's attention as well.

Witnessing this, Ying Zheng rubbed his chin, falling into deep thought.

The demonic path of the world had been severed long ago. How could a 'Dragon Immortal' who had only just fallen to darkness accumulate such an overwhelming amount of demonic energy?

It made no sense!

"Someone must be backing her."

Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the surroundings, taking in everything within a thousand miles, yet even so, he couldn't locate the source.

He couldn't help but feel confused, and simultaneously, a mounting sense of worry.

Just who could it be...

"Demonic energy!" Huo Miao frowned slightly. It was his first time seeing such a majestic concentration of demonic energy.

But there was no time to ponder it now.

Boom!!

Another bolt of the Purple Firmament struck down.

As if intent on obliterating everything in its path, the Purple Firmament slammed into the Mortal World in the blink of an eye.

Struck by the Heavenly Tribulation, Long Rong bore a ferocious expression, fully revealing her true form in this moment.

A green snake with sprouting horns—tender and unformed, yet radiating true Dragon's Might.

Demonic energy churned within its eyes, the serpent's scales reflecting the monstrous might of the thunder tribulation.

Roar!!

The furious roar sounded half like a dragon's cry.

She seemed to be raging against the fact that the Heavenly Dao is without emotion. She had embraced madness, all for the sake of carving out a single path to survival.

Wreathed in Dragon's Might, accompanied by demonic energy!

Just as yin and yang generate and counter one another, the thunder tribulation could shatter demonic energy. Yet, the demonic energy pouring from Long Rong seemed inexhaustible, endlessly fending off the thunder tribulation eroding her.

Chen Changsheng led his dozens of deities to block the power of the thunder tribulation. The boundary line was drawn right at their feet, preserving a path of survival for the people of Yingshan District.

Suspended in midair and enduring the thunder tribulation, Long Rong suddenly threw her head back and laughed aloud.

The thunder fire had already scorched her scales, turning them pitch-black piece by piece.

"If I wish to live, I will not die!"

"I will not die!"

As Long Rong's words fell, demonic energy rippled outward.

In a trance, a trace of Dragon's Might that did not belong to her flared up from Long Rong's body.

Boom!!

With a deafening shockwave, the Purple Firmament collided with the foreign Dragon's Might. The resulting blast was cataclysmic, as if threatening to tear everything apart.

As the violent quaking finally faded, Long Rong plummeted to the earth, her breath reduced to less than a tenth of what it was.

Demonic energy protected the green snake, holding it aloft.

Her body was completely pierced by the thunder tribulation, leaving her at death's door.

She gasped for air, still deeply unwilling to give up.

But now, she no longer had the strength to utter even half a word.

As she gasped for breath, her memories flashed through her mind like riding a horse and viewing flowers, recalling everything she had experienced in her life.

In her youth, she had nearly died in the talons of an eagle. After gaining sentience, she had been wounded by a hunter. She had barely survived, cultivating bitterly to take human form. Cultivating in the Mortal World with no one to guide her, she had done many bad things...

She learned to read and write, came to understand reason, and her heart yearned toward goodness.

Yet the people of the world were not wholly good. She had only wanted a peaceful life, but she was forced into a corner by wicked men. Everyone she knew was falsely accused, and those closest to her even hanged themselves in the courtroom. Having witnessed the ugliness of humanity, she never leaned toward goodness again...

But heavenly principles were merciless, completely severing the path beneath her feet.

Gazing into the distance, there was only death.

She would rather enter the demonic path than ever accept the world!

A single tear welled up in the green snake's eye, dropping with a patter into the earth below.

She didn't regret her choices; she was just unwilling.

But in those lingering moments before death, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

"Aman... Aman..."

This voice was incredibly familiar, yet it felt like wind from an empty cave, as if it didn't truly exist in Long Rong's mind.

She froze, but then suddenly sensed an aura approaching from afar.

It drew forth a streak of golden light.

The figure within the golden light stood atop a Wooden Sword, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the thunder rolling through the firmament above.

Seeing the newcomer, Chen Changsheng suddenly froze.

When he recognized the face, he became even more bewildered.

"Zhao Yuqing?"

At the same time, the Old Dragon King stabilizing the water's fortune also froze.

"Why is he here?!"

The Old Dragon King was momentarily lost in a daze.

Zhao Yuqing looked down and spotted Chen Changsheng on the battlefield. A flicker of confusion passed through his gaze, but it was quickly replaced by complete indifference.

Right at this moment, the Heavenly Tribulation struck down from above.

Heaven and earth had no intention of sparing the dying green snake. Another Heavenly Tribulation struck down, and it was once again the Purple Firmament.

The flash of the Purple Firmament lightning arrived first, followed instantly by the sound of thunder.

Boom!

Zhao Yuqing raised his hand, gripping his Wooden Sword.

With a mere raise of his hand, he slashed with his sword.

That single strike churned the wind and rain, unleashing an overwhelming sword momentum.

A line severed heaven and earth. In that moment, all sound vanished from the world, leaving nothing but a single streak of sword light revealed to the eye.

In the blink of an eye, the Purple Firmament was cleaved in two.

Zhao Yuqing swung his sword a second time, severing the foundation of the Heavenly Tribulation, then struck a third time, completely obliterating the tribulation's aura.

The Heavenly Dao gave rise to anger, yet he merely glanced up at the sky, coldly indifferent.

Having finished, he sheathed his sword and flew off upon it. Just as he departed, as if recalling something, he glanced back at Chen Changsheng. Ultimately, he said nothing, transforming into a streak of golden light as he vanished.

He had come to this place and swung his sword only three times.

Destroying the Purple Firmament and quelling the thunder tribulation.

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