In the sky, the three-wheel sun and a waning sun that resembled a fading ember hung high, surrounded by ominous dark clouds—a scene one would expect only in a dream.
On Shenbing Peak, everyone gasped at the sight of lightning scars, yet there was a mystical aura swirling around, with the figure holding the hammer weapon utterly unharmed.
Nevertheless, everyone held their breath, recognizing that this was merely the beginning.
“Since it’s a weapon tribulation for the quasi-path artifact, what’s little Li Mo doing here?”
Shang Qin Qing rubbed her forehead. After all, that longevity pill she consumed last time shouldn’t have brought her any peace.
Being a disciple to Ke Mo felt like a life sentence; who knew how many days she’d lose living like this?
Du Wufeng pondered for a moment and shook his head, “It’s true that there are precedents of weapons and fighters going through tribulations together, achieving the unity of man and weapon, but I can’t help but feel there’s more to it than that…”
“Using a meal ticket, I get, but using tribulation as a freebie? What in the world is that about?”
Qian Bufan couldn’t help but mutter.
Only the King of South Border, Zhong Qin, remained transfixed by the emerging fourth sun, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.
“Time is running out for the emperor…”
Wuuu—
Suddenly, a raging wind and scorching heat surged forth, accompanied by the howls of dark fire, as if a vortex designed to peel flesh from bones formed, tightening the very air they breathed.
“Fire and Wind Tribulation!”
Shang Qin Qing was the first to recognize the heavenly tribulation.
Ke Mo on Shenbing Peak didn’t even flinch; he was enveloped in a shimmering protective light, standing his ground against the fierce winds without a tremor.
After reaching the fourth realm, with the enhancements of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, the indestructible time he maintained was no longer measured in mere breaths; it was sufficient to quell the inferno of the mountain, rendering it just an annoying racket to him.
Eight-Nine Profound Art, indestructible!
His Hammer Treasure, much like himself, was forever impervious to wear.
After being baptized by the winds of calamity, the Hammer Treasure shook twice, resembling a smug little child showing off.
Weapons and their fighters share a bit of personality, so it made perfect sense that the Hammer Treasure would love to throw down.
“Is there more?”
The elders of the Qingyuan Sect, still stuck in a loop between internal and external scenes, gathered their spirits, seriously observing this natural marvel.
The internal scene is the process of using one’s inner world to validate the outer world.
Thunder and rain were both gifts from the heavens, and for them, this offered a rare cultivation experience.
“The advancement of the profound art seems to have made significant progress.”
Ke Mo braced himself, and suddenly a river appeared in the void; this river had no physical form. Each wave sparkled with ancientness and timelessness, seemingly flowing from nowhere to nowhere.
It felt as if what surged within wasn’t water, but time itself.
“Now that’s a curveball.”
Ke Mo examined himself and found that the objects around him could not manifest.
But realizing what the tribulation tested, he chuckled and let himself be washed away by the phantasmal river of time.
Of course, this wasn’t a true river of time; it couldn’t genuinely push time forward or rewind it, only targeting the inner world connected to the Hammer Treasure, but its power was still terrifying.
In an instant, his vitality began to plummet—decaying, comparable to the body of a profound weapon, growing more and more dim, as a profound sense of despair enveloped him from all sides.
Inside his inner universe, stars twinkled and seas shifted.
His inner scene started to dim along with him—the rising sun moving toward dusk—eventually appearing like a candle flickering in the wind.
“The tribulation of quasi-path weapons is truly terrifying; it has nothing to do with realms anymore.”
Qin Yuzhi felt a dull ache in her head, as if recalling the scene she had encountered when she touched the threshold of the eighth realm—some dusty memories breaking through the ground.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she asked Shang Qin Qing, “Isn’t Little Ice Girl’s inner scene related to time? Maybe there’s a way; why hasn’t she come?”
Shang Qin Qing shook her head, indicating she didn’t know either.
But she felt there was a good reason for Ying Bing not being here.
As the inner scene turned to a flickering candle in the wind, Ke Mo’s hair turned white, and while ordinary people might not imagine the pain of morning black hair turning to evening snow, he had already aged in the Heavenly Phoenix Domain.
His expression remained impassive, showing no signs of nostalgia.
The flickering candle had only a smidgen of ember left, yet that last flicker refused to extinguish—every time it approached the edge of vanishing, it would reignite, stubbornly illuminating the darkness.
The rekindled strength grew increasingly robust, more furious than before, not only enough to support the Eight-Nine Profound Art but even surpassing days of yore!
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Li Mo’s white hair turned back to black, his eyes as bright as the Hammer Treasure, unwavering.
Traversing through time, he remained young!
“It should be ending soon,” Du Wufeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the hammer, and the thought of examining it closely gave him the urge to wipe his mouth.
The winds of fire were unyielding, and time couldn’t erode.
In time, the “quasi” in quasi-path weapons could be dropped.
“Time can’t erase Li Mo’s inner scene?”
The others felt a weight lift off their hearts, but their curiosity peaked even more.
Time flies; many who grasp the profound realm cannot progress further and ultimately cannot withstand the test of time—unable to transcend.
In the fourth realm, relying solely on an inner scene… what right did it have?
Others began to celebrate surviving the tribulation, voicing their congratulations.
“Thank goodness we swapped out for the eighth volume of the Eight-Nine Profound Art…”
But Li Mo, feeling a new level of power as he stepped into the eighth volume threshold, never budged from where he stood.
He gazed at the four suns.
The sun that reminded him of the bl**d God didn’t quite match him, though.
What secrets lay within, Li Mo did not know; all he could be certain of was…
This wasn’t over!
“Hmm?”
The crowd at the Qingyuan Sect sensed something was off.
They followed the odd sensation’s source and saw the fourth sun reshaping itself into a singular gaze, radiating both authority and a terrifying rage.
The dark clouds twisted as if compressed by an invisible hand, overflowing with colorful lightning snakes, emanating pure destructive intent.
Just looking at it, even those at the sixth realm, gathered together, felt tingles run down their spines.
There was nowhere to hide, no way to withstand it.
“What kind of tribulation is this?”
Someone asked in fear, but no one could provide an answer.
Flipping through ancient texts, they had seen nothing resembling this heavenly tribulation.
In front of Qingyuan…
Ying Bing slightly raised her face, gazing up into the blue sky as if locking eyes with something present, her gentle tone filled with determination:
“This tribulation does not align with heavenly principles.”
As her words fell, invisible chains sprang into existence from the void, coiling around the dark clouds and drawing strength from them.
“This tribulation is weakening…”
Li Mo sensed that the fearsome appearance was merely a facade; it was not as insurmountable as it seemed.
In dire strength, miracles often unfold; the real loss comes from fear!
Exhaling the gloomy air, his inner world emerged behind him as his stature grew taller inch by inch.
The Hammer Treasure, tightly held by Li Mo, also began to surge, as if channeling the laws of the heavens.
Li Mo hoisted the hammer toward the sky, as if intent on breaking the very fabric of existence.
“Smash it for me!”
It felt as if the air had been sucked away; the last thing everyone saw was the hammer colliding with the mountain peak.
After a moment’s freeze, the scene suddenly exploded outward.
Like a massive cannonball shot through the air, a burst of clouds erupted.
Bang—
The fourth sun was gone before they even knew it.
The three suns spilled golden light, cascading down through the layered clouds.
