# Chapter 1275: Saint Tribulation
A handful of silver light flames danced, exceptionally dazzling in the cosmos. The vast star domain stretched boundless and infinite, with no other light anywhere able to compare to it.
Ye Fan's horse trampled across the void, breaking through the seal, charging out of the Ancient Dao Arena, arriving in the vast and boundless star domain, leaping free.
He had reason to believe that the Ancient Dao Arena was a chaotic immortal soil.
The four directions above and below were called space; past and present were called time. The vast universe had no boundaries. Compared to it, even a majestic ancient star was as insignificant as a speck of dust, let alone a single person.
Ye Fan reined in his horse and leveled his spear, his body and mind ethereal and empty. He suppressed the urge to become a saint, gazing at those rivers of stars, looking into the distance at the brilliant silver flames.
"The aura of an ancient great emperor..." he murmured to himself.
This feeling could not be mistaken. Ahead, it seemed there was a living ancient star that had once produced a great emperor. That kind of grandeur and vastness was incomparable.
The Dragon Horse did not wait for him to say more. It trampled across the void, leaving behind a streak of flowing light, charging toward the dazzling silver flames.
The distance was not far, adjacent to this region. The grand aura was overwhelming, making one unable to resist. It was both an opportunity and a test of death. It triggered the thunder tribulation, baptizing and blocking the power of Dao dissolution, allowing one to comprehend the remaining laws and orders.
Slowly, it finally found the trick, grasped the balance, absorbed what was needed, and used the thunder to resolve the crisis. Of course, the heavenly tribulation was also dangerous. It was struck until its skin split open and its flesh tore, even its bones broke and tendons snapped, its entire body covered in blood.
This was the Saint Tribulation, the most terrifying of all. Throughout the ages, no one had ever passed through it calmly. By the end, the Dragon Horse was almost crippled by the lightning.
"This seat will fight you to the death, thieving heavens!"
The Dragon Horse was a bloody mess. It didn't even know how many bones had been broken. Fortunately, it could repair itself each time, but it was difficult and painful. It endured the exhaustion, resisting the punishment from above.
Ye Fan glanced at it. Seeing that although it was suffering greatly, it could still persevere, he believed the Dragon Horse could make it through, even though its tribulation far exceeded the range that ordinary saints endured.
"I should also undergo my tribulation!" Ye Fan stretched his body, opened his heart, looked up at the vast heavens, and stood under the boundless starry sky, beginning to break through, welcoming his own heavenly tribulation.
Strands of saintly power leaked from his body. Rays of divine radiance bloomed. His entire body was brilliant, as if cast from gold. His blood energy surged like true dragons rushing up from his crown.
"Boom!"
In that instant, the heavenly punishment erupted, ferocious to an unbelievable degree. It was too dazzling, like countless star seas falling, drowning this place.
Ye Fan directly disappeared, swallowed by the star sea. This star domain was buried by divine radiance. Light was everywhere, and his body could not be seen at all.
The Dragon Horse's eyes widened. If its own tribulation far exceeded that of ordinary saints, with rivers of stars cascading down, converging into an ocean that covered this place, then Ye Fan's tribulation was one ocean after another smashing down directly, not cascading down one by one.
This greatly stimulated it, and it shouted: "Is there something wrong? Is this still a heavenly tribulation? The entire cosmic starry sky has been buried. Does it still let people live?!"
Fortunately, the two of them were far enough apart, or else the Dragon Horse would have been in danger too. This was no longer a heavenly tribulation but the arrival of the apocalypse.
In the terrifying light, planets began to explode, turning into blinding light. But in the sea of heavenly tribulation, they were only a few waves, unable to cause too great a stir.
Ye Fan had anticipated that the heavenly tribulation would be fierce, but he had not expected it to be this excessive. Even his powerful body had streaks of blood marks appearing, and his bones were creaking.
This was a heavenly punishment that peeled skin and refined bones, tempering every piece of flesh and blood. It truly meant smashing the bones and then reassembling them. Ye Fan's Saint Tribulation was too violent.
The most terrifying thunderous lights in the world all appeared. The Primordial Qi Cauldron was the first thing he summoned, rising and falling with him, undergoing baptism, because this object would also undergo a qualitative change and sublimation today.
No one knew how much time had passed. Ye Fan's bones were broken many times, his entire body nearly obliterated, continuously being reforged and reassembled, shining brilliantly.
He endured the pain, resisting the tribulation, not daring to relax for a moment. After another period of time, he suddenly looked up, his gaze like a torch, staring into the depths of the sea of thunder. There, the aura of an ancient great emperor was spreading, along with another kind of majestic power.