Chapter 438 - 437: Soul Annihilation

Chapter 438: Chapter 437: Soul Annihilation

Inside Ling Fei’s Sea of Consciousness, flames surged forth. The terrifying aura burned so intensely that the space within his Sea of Consciousness began to twist, and a look of agony appeared on Ling Fei’s face.

This Celestial Tribulation, tailored specifically for Ling Fei, was incredibly difficult to endure—far more terrifying than the tribulation of an ordinary Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator.

As the flames rolled in, Ling Fei struck with all his might. He spared no expense, depleting a massive amount of his Soul Power to manifest the Cold Dao Mystical and create an Ice Seal in the space before him.

But when the flames arrived, they incinerated the mystical ice wall and swept forward with unabated momentum.

However, this resistance managed to weaken the momentum of the tribulation fire ever so slightly.

Ling Fei continued to fight back, striking the air with his True Dragon Hand.

The flames ahead roiled, their advance hindered.

The fire scattered, but moments later, it reconverged and completely engulfed Ling Fei’s soul.

The tribulation fire burned, intent on incinerating Ling Fei.

ROAR!

Ling Fei’s soul roared, a dragon’s cry echoing out. The Dragon Pattern on his glabella bloomed, transforming into a giant dragon that unleashed its True Dragon Power to resist the tribulation fire.

But even though some of the tribulation fire was neutralized, it continued to burn away at Ling Fei’s soul.

And so, Ling Fei’s soul was incinerated, little by little.

His consciousness was also fading.

Although the power of the tribulation fire was also weakening, it relentlessly burned his soul.

Within Ling Fei’s Sea of Consciousness, his soul gradually vanished, and his aura progressively weakened.

A short while later, the miniature version of Ling Fei’s soul was gone, and the fire in the tribulation cloud above lost some of its Celestial Might.

After a moment, the flames dissipated completely, and the tribulation cloud became still.

"Why has the Celestial Might within the tribulation cloud vanished?"

"Could it be that the person failed the tribulation?" The sudden disappearance of the Celestial Might left the Cultivators below looking astonished.

Only when a tribulation is failed does the Celestial Tribulation cease and dissipate!

"Failed? Does that mean he’s dead?"

"Was it Xu Zitao? Or Junior Brother Ling?" Yuan Chong’s gaze flickered, and he stared blankly for a moment, his heart tight with anxiety.

"How could this happen?" Even the Cultivators outside were stunned.

"Ling Fei’s soul aura is weakening." Yuan Lang the Pill Master could feel that the aura connected to Ling Fei’s Waist Token had become extremely faint.

At this, everyone from the Lingyun Sect frowned.

"Did he fail?" Fang Yuan stared at the North Spirit Stele ahead. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and her heart felt like it was about to shatter.

This was an outcome she found impossible to accept.

"How could it end like this?" Many women from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers also cried out in sorrow. For such a stunningly brilliant young man to actually fall during his tribulation...

How could these women accept it!

"How can the heavens be so unfair?" many people lamented.

"Heh, good riddance. So what if he’s a genius? If he can’t make it to the end, what does it matter?" Many from the Beiming Sword Sect sneered.

"It’s great that he’s dead!" The people from the Dongze Sect and Thousand Lakes Mountain also breathed a sigh of relief, secretly gloating.

The members of the Lingyun Sect shot murderous glares at these people, and the atmosphere became incredibly tense.

It was a hair-trigger situation, as if a great battle could erupt at any moment.

Master Xuan Ji and the others frowned deeply, remaining silent as they stared fixedly into the Void ahead.

It seemed they were unwilling to accept this reality until the very end.

If Ling Fei had truly fallen, the blow to them would be immense.

Sect Leader Yuan, in particular, wore an expression as deep as the sea; no one could discern his emotions.

Meanwhile, atop the mountain peak, Ling Fei’s soul aura continued to weaken.

Inside his Sea of Consciousness, the humanoid soul he had just successfully shaped had already disintegrated.

Lingering embers of the tribulation fire still pulsed within his Sea of Consciousness, their searing heat draining the space of its vitality.

’Has my soul really disintegrated just like that?’ As his soul scattered, Ling Fei’s consciousness drifted aimlessly within his Sea of Consciousness, a sense of powerlessness flooding his mind.

His consciousness now was like a rootless water lily, without a foundation, unable to find any purchase.

Moreover, his consciousness was steadily weakening, dissipating bit by bit. It looked as if his soul was truly about to scatter and disperse completely.

If that happened, it would mean he was truly dead.

His soul was disintegrating, his consciousness was being annihilated. It was like falling into a dark abyss, everything before him turning to gray.

’Is this the aura of death?’ Within Ling Fei’s Sea of Consciousness, a flicker of obsession remained, a remnant of his consciousness.

A wave of unwillingness surged through his mind.

’How can I just give up? How can I let my consciousness scatter like this? No, I won’t accept it! I absolutely cannot die like this! I still have to protect my family! I still have to find my adoptive father in the Divine Wilderness...’ Suddenly, Ling Fei’s residual consciousness screamed. His Sea of Consciousness rumbled as his remaining consciousness began to coalesce, growing stronger and stronger.

Fragments of his soul gathered within his Sea of Consciousness like motes of starlight.

His soul aura began to steadily intensify.

’True Dragon Refining God Technique!’ Simultaneously, Ling Fei activated the True Dragon Refining God Technique, absorbing the Blood Qi from his True Dragon Blood to strengthen his Power of Soul.

Replenished by the True Dragon Blood Qi, Ling Fei’s soul gradually grew stronger.

Suddenly, as if it had sensed something, his Sea of Consciousness rumbled. The space roiled, and an immeasurably vast Soul Power surged forth.

This Soul Power was drawn in, causing his Soul Consciousness to grow continuously.

Afterward, Ling Fei’s soul became more and more powerful, his consciousness within it grew clearer, and the figure of a miniature person emerged. His soul was as if being reborn.

A True Dragon Pattern branded itself on the glabella of this miniature person. The Dragon’s Might it exuded was even stronger, and its expression held a sharper, more piercing aura.

"Soul reforged, reborn from the ashes. The Divine Soul is now formed!" The miniature soul’s eyes snapped open, and its small mouth moved, emitting a low murmur.

This was true Soul Shaping, a genuine metamorphosis. It was the sliver of hope within the Celestial Tribulation; had he given up, he would have truly perished.

Now, his soul had completed its transformation and could be called a Divine Soul.

At that very moment, the tribulation cloud above the mountain peak, which had become utterly calm, suddenly erupted with astonishing might.

’The Nascent Soul Three Tribulations... the Thunder Tribulation is about to descend.’ Inside his Sea of Consciousness, the eyes of Ling Fei’s miniature soul flashed as he observed the change in the tribulation cloud outside.

WHOOSH!

The tribulation cloud churned, and a world-destroying might spread out, blanketing the entire area.

"The tribulation cloud is moving again!"

"It’s a Thunder Tribulation!"

"What’s going on? Didn’t the person undergoing the tribulation already fail just now?" The people on the North Spirit Platform looked completely bewildered.

"Ling the Pill Master is okay?" Many people revealed joyous expressions.

"He’s okay! This is wonderful!" Fang Yuan hurriedly wiped away her tears and continued to watch the space intently.

"Damn it, how is that bastard still not dead!" The people from the Beiming Sword Sect’s gazes turned incomparably cold.

BOOM!

Just then, the tribulation cloud churned, and a bolt of lightning in the shape of a silver serpent struck down toward Ling Fei on the mountain peak.

The Thunder Arc crackled, releasing a world-destroying aura.

The Thunder Tribulation!

This was clearly the most terrifying part of the Celestial Tribulation.

Not only was its power fierce and domineering, but it was also infused with an aura of pure destruction.

"A lightning bolt like that... its power surpasses a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator!"

"The Celestial Tribulation is too terrifying!" Fang Yuan and the others’ hearts pounded wildly, filled with dread.

Only now did they understand why so many people perished under the Celestial Tribulation.

"Can Ling the Pill Master withstand this final part of the Celestial Tribulation?" Amidst their terror, everyone’s nerves tensed as they focused intently on the scene ahead.

WHOOSH!

Just then, the Light Pattern on Ling Fei’s glabella flickered, and the miniature soul within his Sea of Consciousness shot out from between his eyebrows.

"True Dragon, Void-Shattering!" A deep voice came from the mouth of this small figure.

After emerging from the Sea of Consciousness, the small figure leaped into the air and threw a punch at the bolt of lightning descending upon it.

From a distance, the miniature figure looked incredibly small, only about a foot tall. The lightning, however, illuminated the mountains and rivers, covered the entire region, and possessed world-destroying power.

Yet this tiny figure met it with a punch, creating an utterly shocking scene.

As the miniature figure threw its punch, Dragon Scales actually appeared on its fist, transforming it into a Dragon Fist that shot directly toward the lightning in the Void.