Chapter 141: the profound pill Triggers the Tribulation
Chaos Mother Qi’s light splattered like molten lava, and Lu Qingyang’s three-inch Nascent Soul Avatar was suddenly corroded by rust, forming spiderweb-like cracks.
Deep within the cracks, eerie blue ghost flames flickered, yet he merely raised an eyebrow, licking the millennium frost condensed on Leng Yuehan’s Ice Soul Sword tassel: “Fairy, if this Ice Soul Sword tassel were dipped in immortal nectar, its taste would surely be three times more exquisite than any immortal brew!”
Before his words faded, Leng Yuehan’s delicate hand formed a spell, and the Ice Soul Sword tassel suddenly bloomed into ten thousand frost flowers.
The frost flowers condensed into a Mystic Frost Giant Dragon; as its tail swept across, three qing tong (bronze) puppets shattered like rotten wood, and stardust and fire fell into the lava, stirring up thousand-zhang crimson waves.
“You seek death!” The Han Yuan Dao Domain violently unfolded, and a hundred thousand Ice Soul Swords wove a river of stars into a cage in the Void Realm.
Su Meiniang’s Void Refining Stage Burning Sky Silk suddenly transformed into a crimson sea of fire, and her nine fox tails, like nine meteors, pierced into the fiery waves, sweeping up the scattered Qingqiu Netherworld Butterflies.
The butterflies’ wings shimmered with crimson, green, and profound light, intertwining like netherworld karma fire and stars, and as they flew towards the alchemical cauldron, they reflected the bronze mirror at the core of the profound pill—the mirror showed Lu Qingyang’s previous life, kneeling before a colossal bronze gate, the moment he plunged his copper coin sword into his Dantian, and the giant gate echoed with the same roar resonating from the Puppet’s chest at this very moment.
The Dantian suddenly exploded with the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, and crimson blood condensed into twelve qing tong (bronze) puppets.
The Ice Soul embedded in the Puppet’s chest was precisely the heart’s blood Leng Yuehan had gouged out in her previous life, now erupting with dark red light under the Soul Devouring Sect Master’s remnant soul’s urging.
A three-headed, six-armed Avatar tore through the Void Realm, each head emitting a mournful laugh from a different time and space: “Do you all know that this Nine-Revolutions Profound Yellow Pill… was originally the Heaven Severing Sword Master’s prepared soul-severing poison for you!”
Lava and profound ice clashed in the deep sea; Leng Yuehan’s left eye, the Cold Abyss, suddenly erupted with aurora, and the Ice Soul Giant Dragon roared as it tore at the Void Realm.
Su Meiniang’s nine tails suddenly unfurled, and the golden bells at their tips unleashed the Qingqiu Netherworld Curse; the moment the curse touched the Puppet, the dark red demonic blood flowing through the Puppet’s qing tong (bronze) veins suddenly boiled.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar seized the opportunity to transform into a Chaos vortex, and his rusty copper coin sword pierced into the Puppet’s glabella.
The instant the sword’s edge touched the Ice Soul, the entire sea plunged into eternal night; only in the crimson blood spring gushing from the Dantian’s crack was the battlefield of countless Reincarnations reflected.
“If Little Lord’s copper coin sword were to advance three more fen, this empress would truly ache for this Ice Soul!” Leng Yuehan’s delicate hand brushed over the Ice Soul Giant Dragon, and the frost dragon’s scales suddenly shimmered with cold jade luster.
Su Meiniang’s Burning Sky Silk swept up a sky full of Netherworld Butterflies, and the crimson light and shadows burning on their wings reflected the Soul Devouring Sect Master’s remnant soul’s terror: “Heaven Severing Sword Master… you are still…”
Before his words finished, Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar suddenly swelled, and Chaos Qi submerged the twelve Puppets.
The Ice Soul in the Puppet’s chest suddenly shattered, and from the shattered ice seeped the blood and tears Leng Yuehan shed when her heart was gouged out in her previous life.
The profound yellow pill’s light and the Cold Abyss aurora intertwined at the bottom of the sea, and the phantom of the colossal bronze gate flickered in and out of existence at the center of the vortex.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul suddenly exploded into a Chaos mist, and rusty chains entangled Su Meiniang’s golden bell at the tip of her tail: “Su Jiejie, this bell is quite exquisite…”
The mist condensed into a copper coin sword, piercing through three Puppets, “Perhaps Mr. Lu could borrow it as a betrothal gift?”
“Deng Tuzi!” Leng Yuehan’s left eye, the Cold Abyss, erupted with Dao patterns of annihilation, and the Taiyin Soul Slaughtering Wheel crushed five qing tong (bronze) statues.
The profound yellow Qi overflowing from the wreckage suddenly corroded her wide sleeves, condensing into the heaven severing sword sheath’s artifact pattern on her collar: “This Dantian… is devouring this empress’s Dao rhyme!”
Just as Leng Yuehan’s words fell, the heaven severing sword sheath’s artifact pattern shone brightly, actually detaching itself from her collar and floating in mid-air, emitting waves of mysterious aura.
At the same time, the phantom of the colossal bronze gate became increasingly clear, as if it were about to step out of the Void Realm.
Lu Qingyang’s Chaos mist rapidly condensed, reforming into a human shape, his copper coin sword shimmering with strange light.
His gaze firm, he walked towards the colossal bronze gate.
Su Meiniang retracted her nine tails, her Burning Sky Silk fluttering behind her, and followed closely.
Su Meiniang’s Burning Sky Silk suddenly wrapped around the profound pill, and the Void Refining Stage Heavenly Fox True Fire burned along the pill’s patterns into its core: “Little Lord, do you know that this rust…”
Within the fire, the star-track chains sealed inside the pill emerged; each chain tethered a Soul Transformation Cultivator’s Nascent Soul, “It is precisely the array eye of the Dragon Palace’s Soul Devouring Array!”
The seabed suddenly shook violently, and the Nine-Revolutions Profound Yellow Pill cracked into three thousand fissures.
The Soul Devouring Sect Master’s Avatar formed a spell to summon the Yellow Springs blood waves, and three hundred and sixty Soul Devouring Banners rose from the wave crests: “All your Dao injuries are due to this old man…”
The fierce ghosts on the banner faces suddenly grew Leng Yuehan’s empty left eye, and their ghostly claws could actually tear through Chaos Mother Qi.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar reformed, and his rusty copper coin sword shattered seven Soul Devouring Banners: “This old immortal’s eyesight is truly sharp…”
His sword’s edge suddenly turned to lift Su Meiniang’s veil, “Even Su Jiejie’s cinnabar mole at the tip of her tail is seen clearly!”
The instant the Mystic Frost Giant Dragon turned its head, the Soul Transformation Stage Ice Soul Dao principles poured down like the Cold Abyss collapsing.
The frost light refracted by the dragon scales froze time, and as the dragon breath was exhaled, half of Lu Qingyang’s Avatar was already frozen into an ice sculpture.
Blood and tears from his previous life seeped from the cracks in the ice, and the scene reflected in the bronze mirror suddenly became clear: Leng Yuehan’s plain white robes were soaked in crimson, the tip of her Ice Soul Sword held half of Lu Qingyang’s tongbao copper coin, and the moment the blade pierced Su Meiniang’s heart, the blood droplets falling from the fox tail’s cinnabar mole actually condensed into the words “Inner Demon Tribulation” in the Void Realm.
Su Meiniang’s nine fox tails suddenly plunged into the earth’s magma, and the magma, like nine crimson rivers of stars, poured backwards into the firmament; the star-track compass that erupted when the spatial Dao patterns tore open the Dantian pointed directly to the Abyss of the Southern Underworld.
“So this pill tribulation is actually the catalyst for a three-life karmic entanglement!” Lu Qingyang slapped the rusty compass into the Yellow Springs fissure, and the Chaos Mother Qi transformed into a Taotie phantom, its gaping maw devouring the falling Nascent Souls, actually emitting the dragon roar of the heaven severing sword sheath devouring souls.
Leng Yuehan’s Taiyin Soul Slaughtering Wheel divided into the Big Dipper array; the instant the Han Yuan Dao Domain froze the blood waves, the colorful bellyband seeping from the bronze door’s crack suddenly ignited, and the mandarin duck embroidery transformed into two red threads, entangling Su Meiniang’s fox tails.
“Little Lord’s calculations are quite good!” The Soul Devouring Sect Master’s remnant soul sneered from within the door, and a dragon claw broke through the door, reaching directly for the profound pill.
Lu Qingyang, however, preemptively threw the Dantian towards the dragon claw; the Nascent Soul’s rust moved like a living thing, etching out the “tongbao” Dao patterns, and at that instant, the bronze door violently opened—the Netherworld Curse gushing from within the door condensed into a crimson long river, and on the concentric knots floating on the river’s surface, the names “Qingyang,” “Meiniang,” and “Yuehan” were conspicuously embroidered.
“Fairy Leng, do you still remember this bellyband?” Lu Qingyang suddenly pushed the two women towards the crimson long river, and his rusty copper coin sword drew mysterious array patterns in the Void Realm, “Su Jiejie’s cinnabar mole at the tip of her tail was originally the crimson glow at the heaven severing sword sheath’s swallowing mouth; Fairy Leng’s Cold Abyss left eye perfectly fits the Soul Devouring Sect Master’s heart-gouging sword’s gap.
This ‘Profound Pill Triggers Tribulation’ game…” Before he finished speaking, the dragon claw inside the bronze door had already grasped the profound pill, and the Chaos Dao injuries growing from the door ring’s star patterns spread across the sky like a spiderweb.
Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.
The crimson long river stirred up thousand-zhang waves, and on the wave crests appeared the phantom of Lu Qingyang’s previous life: he stood before the bronze door, holding the heaven severing sword sheath, the greedy wolf trigram on the Soul Devouring Sect Master’s glabella flickered, and Su Meiniang, draped in a bellyband embroidered with “Qingyang,” lay in a pool of blood.
At this moment, the Nascent Soul’s rust resonated with the door ring’s star patterns, and a dragon roar shattered the nine heavens: “This ticket for the Netherworld Ghost Domain, Mr. Lu has paid for with half a lifetime of Dao cultivation and three lifetimes of Inner Demon Tribulation!”