Stronger with Crimson Modifier

The turquoise waves surged, and the surrounding currents churned.

Hu Qi was thousands of meters deep at the bottom of Tai Ze Lake.

In that instant, his gaze pierced through the obstructing water, looking toward the source of the commotion.

He saw dense thunderclouds gathering above Tai Ze Lake like a rushing tide, with blinding flashes of lightning darting through them.

After the lightning appeared.

Ashen-gray snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The moment these snowflakes touched the ground, trees, flowers, or even human bodies, they would cover everything in a layer of frost, freezing it solid.

At the same time, a dark gray gale howled, sweeping in from an unknown direction. Any living thing touched by this wind instantly lost all its Vitality.

Before all this had ended, crimson flames spread up from the ground, igniting everything they touched. Not even water was spared.

In addition, a strange, shrill sound, like the crying of an infant, began to ring out.

Those who heard it lost their minds, descending into madness.

This was the Celestial Thunder Tribulation, the Cold Prison Tribulation, the Wind Erosion Tribulation, the Karma Fire Tribulation, and the Heart Demon Tribulation—the five great heavenly tribulations.

Any single one of these tribulations was enough to make a Divinity Transformation Peak expert perish.

Normally, even when a Divinity Transformation Cultivator was Crossing the Immortal Tribulation, they would face at most one or two of these tribulations.

Only the most monstrously talented individuals would ever encounter three.

Yet, in all of recorded history, there had never been a case of all five tribulations descending at once.

In such a situation, it was believed that not even the most monstrously talented person could possibly survive.

In the distance, a few knowledgeable Cultivators witnessed the five-fold heavenly tribulation descending simultaneously, their faces filled with utter horror.

They felt their entire bodies tremble, and once they came to their senses, they didn’t dare to linger for a moment longer.

They scrambled onto their Flying Swords or activated Talismans, transforming into streaks of Flowing Light as they fled frantically into the distance.

At the same time, they silently rejoiced that they hadn’t gone closer to watch the spectacle.

If they were caught up in these five tribulations, even with Heaven-Reaching Cultivation, the only outcome would be certain death.

At this moment, after brewing for a short while, all the tribulations surged toward Tai Ze Lake, their target none other than Hu Qi.

Lightning, like the Reaper’s Long Spear, tore through the void, stabbing straight at the water’s surface.

The fire, wind, ice, and heart demon tribulations followed close behind.

The lake’s surface offered no resistance whatsoever.

However, regardless of which tribulation it was, they all dissipated into nothingness upon coming within ten meters of Hu Qi.

It was as if an invisible, gravitational black hole surrounded him, capable of devouring everything.

To Hu Qi, these terrifying tribulations were like a gentle breeze, posing not the slightest threat.

He took a step, his figure flickering, and in an instant, he appeared above the surface of the lake.

His feet touched down on the water’s surface.

Ripples spread out in concentric circles with him at the center.

Then, the Gorging Domain around Hu Qi abruptly expanded, instantly blanketing the entirety of Tai Ze Lake and its surroundings, devouring all the tribulations.

In a flash, the heavenly tribulations that struck fear into the hearts of countless Cultivators and members of the Demon Race vanished like smoke.

However, in the process, every living being in Tai Ze Lake and within a thousand-li radius perished without exception.

The land was scorched black, devoid of all Vitality, and even the water level of Tai Ze Lake had dropped by several feet due to the cataclysm.

"Is this all there is?"

Hu Qi stood his ground, looking up at the firmament.

As if provoked by Hu Qi’s actions, another violent, deafening BOOM exploded.

Above in the firmament, a massive purple rift slowly appeared, as if the heavens themselves had been torn open.

Lightning flickered faintly within the rift, seeming to contain some indescribable terror that inspired awe and fear.

The next moment, within the purple lightning, blurry figures began to materialize one by one. They seemed to step out from the river of time itself, carrying an ancient, weathered aura as they stood amidst the bolts of lightning.

Among the figures was a Sword Immortal in a Daoist Robe with a Longsword on his back, his clothes fluttering and his sword intent so sharp it seemed capable of sundering mountains and rivers with a single strike.

There was an Arhat clad in a Kasaya and holding a Mala, a Buddha Light shining above his head. His expression was solemn and dignified, a supreme majesty showing through his compassion.

There was also a Great Confucian Cultivator in a long robe, surrounded by a righteous aura, whose Words Become Law, each phrase containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

There was a Daoist in a purple robe holding a Duster, his form as ethereal as smoke, as if he had merged with the world itself.

There was a general in Battle Armor wielding a Long Spear, his fighting spirit soaring so high it seemed he could pierce the heavens with one thrust.

Though these figures were blurry, every single one of them emanated a suffocating pressure.

They were once the supreme experts of heaven and earth, Immortals who had attained eternal life, looked up to by countless Cultivators.

And now, they had broken through the barrier between the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm to descend here.

Bathed in the glow of the purple lightning, their figures appeared all the more mysterious and terrifying.

As the lightning flickered, the outlines of these Immortals were sometimes visible, sometimes not, seeming to be one with the world, yet also reigning supreme over all creation.

At a glance, there were a total of thirty-six figures.

Thirty-six might not seem like many.

But these were all Immortals. In other words, in the Spirit Realm, they were all beings whose power had, at the very least, reached the Apostle Level.

Just then, the leader, a Golden Armor Immortal wielding a Long Halberd and surrounded by a brilliant golden light, spoke coldly.

His gaze was like a torch as he looked down upon Hu Qi.

His voice, like a great bell, reverberated between heaven and earth, cold and merciless.

"Bold demon! How dare you disrupt the Celestial Mandate? Your crime is punishable by death! However, the heavens have a virtue of cherishing life. Considering the difficulty of your Cultivation, if you surrender without a fight now and accompany us to the Immortal Realm to receive your punishment, we can spare your life!"

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