# Chapter 1393: Tribulation Complete
The divine being within the cauldron sat cross-legged, its entire body crystalline and translucent. Though it had been shattered into four pieces during the successive imperial weapon battles just moments ago, it had now recovered.
It chanted scriptures, and one ancient character after another was imprinted into the cauldron walls, making this vessel increasingly mysterious and unfathomable. Unknown order divine chains interwove, giving rise to a trace of immortal aura. The cauldron became even more majestic and imposing.
Ye Fan had obtained scriptures from the bronze coffin pulled by nine dragons, but to this day he could not comprehend them fully. They did not seem like scriptures of this world—disjointed and incomplete, not constituting a true technique.
Now, the greatest use of these scriptures was in forging the cauldron. All the ancient characters were smelted into the vessel, cast ten thousand times over. The divine being within the cauldron recited them daily, and rainbow light like water nourished the vessel.
At this moment, heavenly tribulation served as fire, tempering the cauldron walls, carving one pattern after another—immortal birds and auspicious beasts, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, ancient star rivers, primordial divine beings—everything imaginable, encompassing all phenomena.
Thunder flashed, radiant light blazing ten thousandfold. The marks imprinted on the cauldron were clear and profound. Countless beings seemed about to emerge through the walls, carrying a life-like fluctuation, as if they had been endowed with souls.
Ye Fan used chaos as water for cooling and nourishment, pouring it into the cauldron, tempering it again and again, forging a vessel of supreme hardness that rose and fell, ancient and natural.
Boom!
At the end, Ye Fan expended all his cultivation, joining forces with the divine being within the cauldron. Together they shattered the vessel and recast it anew. This was true tempering through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, without any shortcuts—inscribing dao principles and various patterns, with not a single flaw permitted.
He wanted to forge the strongest cauldron, dissolving it in the chaos sea, tempering it in heavenly tribulation, fusing chaos, seizing primordial dao fire, and casting it all into one furnace to create a dao weapon.
This was Ye Fan's only vessel, which would accompany him through his lifelong battles. There was no room for carelessness. Whether he attained the dao in the future or not, this cauldron would advance step by step, never falling behind.
Dragon and tiger complemented each other, chaos poured in, thunderlight tempered—the great cauldron grew increasingly ancient, emitting a spontaneous rumbling sound. This was the music of the great dao, resonating with the heavens in the world.
Strands of dao marks emerged, and then a dragon's roar sounded as a true dragon burst forth, leaping from the cauldron's mouth into the heavens, shaking the nine skies.
Next came a phoenix's cry—a divine bird with vibrant wings and bright five-colored plumage appeared, spreading its wings and crying out, soaring from the cauldron into the sky, tearing through the high heavens.
Then, an ancient ancestral figure emerged, merging with the dao, returning to simplicity, powerful and astonishing, stepping onto the heavenly path one step at a time, ascending into the cosmos.
Following that, a Kunpeng charged into the sky, its entire body as if cast from gold, dazzling and brilliant, soaring straight up ninety thousand li, causing the universe to thunder, shocking everyone outside.
In succession, nine types of living beings emerged, bursting forth, manifesting dharma bodies with overwhelming might, causing the entire chaos sea to boil.
Ye Fan's cauldron was complete. The cauldron walls bore countless living beings—the myriad creatures—and these were merely a few representatives that had emerged through the walls, far from all.
Outside, everyone felt wave after wave of powerful auras, seeing immortal beasts charge forth, ancient ancestors with overwhelming might, looking down in all directions.
But no one knew what that was, thinking it was merely part of the heavenly tribulation. All were dumbfounded, finding it unbelievable, and even more confused.
Within the chaos sea, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Ye Fan's cauldron had reached perfection, matching him at the Saint King realm, the two synchronized with a flesh-and-blood connection.
"Boom!"
Finally, the ancient cauldron began to devour the heavens. The true dragon, ancient ancestors, Kunpeng, immortal phoenix, and all were drawn back, imprinted on the cauldron walls, coiling there in reality, presenting a myriad of phenomena.
And at this moment, it began to inhale the essence of heaven and earth, drawing in all the sunlight, moonlight, and starlight from the cosmic void, replenishing its divine energy.
Outside the thunder sea, the world suddenly dimmed, as if it were the end of days. All kinds of radiance and essence were absorbed into the heavenly tribulation, devoured completely clean.
At the same time, Ye Fan's body crackled, every joint trembling, his flesh also pulsing, his entire body humming as it repaired the injured form.
Essence of heaven and earth, sunlight and moonlight scattered down, not only entering the cauldron's mouth but also pouring over his body, washing every inch of his flesh, restoring his vitality.
Ye Fan had suffered extremely severe injuries in this battle. The various thunder tribulations that had taken the form of great emperors had nearly shattered his origin. Now he finally breathed a long sigh of relief and began to repair.
After the human-shaped lightning that had taken the form of a great emperor disappeared, everything else became no problem. Later, a golden figure the size of a fist stepped out from within his forehead bone, opened its mouth and inhaled, nearly swallowing the thunder sea clean.
All the lightning filling the sky was injected into the cauldron, Ye Fan's body, and the golden figure's body, becoming a kind of primordial essence, transforming into divine energy to replenish them.
Ye Fan's flesh pulsed, his bones gently trembled, like an immortal melody, crackling without cease, moving blood to create spirit, reshaping the sacred body, making him even stronger.
Vitality was rapidly replenished, his origin gradually becoming abundant, while the cauldron above his head was also naturally grand, merging into one with him. In the end, chaos qi was also swallowed by Ye Fan and the cauldron, continuously incorporated, their entire bodies glowing, releasing an undying power.
At the Saint King realm, one could refine all kinds of origin power. Anywhere in the cosmic void, one need not worry about depleting divine energy, as one could draw from void, chaos, stars, and many other divine energies.
Ye Fan's entire body glowed, strands of immortal rainbow shooting out, making him a luminous body. The cauldron was no longer ancient either, erupting with a blazing immortal light, its phenomena astonishing.
Outside, people did not understand what was happening, only sensing the anomaly—all kinds of divine energy gathering there, as if a cosmic black hole was devouring everything, disappearing into the thunder sea.
"What is happening? It's like a legendary Devouring Beast swallowing heaven and earth!" The saints felt a chill in their hearts.
All starlight scattered down, a vast expanse becoming a silver ocean, gathering toward the thunder sea. And at this moment, the heavenly tribulation was disappearing, the chaos also shrinking.
Ye Fan's entire body was crystalline, free from any dust. Having repaired his injuries, his blood qi was now flourishing. A dazzling golden light shot from his crown, piercing through the cosmos, while the cauldron rose and fell within the golden light.
He suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were as brilliant as star rivers, containing star domains and all phenomena of the world within, inspiring awe. His bronze-toned body was long and strong, flowing with the unique luster of the Indestructible Golden Body. His black hair was thick, scattered across his chest and back. He rose abruptly.
Chi!
Before his forehead, the golden figure embraced the shrunken cauldron and stepped back into the Immortal Platform in one stride. He became the sole focus of heaven and earth, like a deity.
Where his gaze passed, void collapsed, chaos spread, heavenly tribulation shattered. At this moment, he had reached the peak of power, truly ascending to the Saint King realm, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers.
"Yezi, you've finally succeeded!" Pang Bo let out a long breath, his eyes blazing. He had been guarding nervously all along. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, nearly a zhang tall, like an iron pagoda, his sinews like coiled dragons.
In his hands were two segments of an immortal ruler, flowing with azure-gold luster, no longer restless, now peaceful and calm. Additionally, there was a broken cauldron in the void, covered in green rust.
Pang Bo had obtained great fortune in the Demon Emperor Hall. The dao fragments from that emperor's blood contained part of the true meaning of the Demon Emperor's ancient scripture, priceless.
Of course, the greatest gain was the immortal ruler—this was two-fifths of an Extreme Imperial Weapon. If it could be repaired, it would drive everyone on the ancient human path mad.
"Now that we brothers join forces and go out, let's see who dares to cause trouble. Anyone who wants to bully us, we'll suppress them all!" Pang Bo was never one to avoid trouble, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.
Ye Fan put away the Green Copper Cauldron, a smile appearing on his face. Having now reached the Saint King realm, he could go anywhere on the ancient path without worry.
Pang Bo said, "What Di Tian, what Great Demon God—once we brothers advance a few more minor realms, we'll suppress them all and catch them as servants. And that Qingshi Fairy Maiden, Human King—not bad either. We'll just catch them as maidservants, pleasing to the eye."
He spoke without restraint, utterly uninhibited. His divine voice shook the cosmos, and everyone outside heard clearly, all dumbfounded.
Di Tian and the Great Demon God's faces were cold upon hearing this, their bodies unmoving. They said nothing, but presumably would not look kindly on Pang Bo.
As for Qingshi Fairy Maiden and Human King, they were also very calm, composed and unresponsive. But the two little girls beside them both stumbled upon hearing this, nearly falling, grinding their teeth.
The heavenly tribulation was about to disappear, but at the final moment, like a dying flash, it suddenly became violent. Ye Fan and Pang Bo conferred, then transmitted a message to Qinghuang Daoist, and together they charged toward the Demon Emperor's Great Tomb with the boundless thunder sea, intending to destroy the yin spirits there.
Boom!
Without a doubt, this sudden change shocked everyone. The heavenly tribulation moved, swift as lightning, charging into the depths of the cosmos.
Along the way, the yin spirit army that had followed the saints to this place, also watching Ye Fan's tribulation from afar, were terrified out of their wits and fled in panic.
They were creatures born of yin qi, most afraid of this kind of extreme yang thunderlight. If struck, they would surely die.
"Emperor blood disappeared in the direction of the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb. I didn't dare collect it. If we go over like this, will we end up blasting out the Demon Emperor's corpse?" Pang Bo muttered quietly.
Ye Fan said, "I suspect something happened in the great tomb. How could emperor blood flow out? This time, we'll use the tribulation's power to disperse the yin spirits and investigate the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb thoroughly."
The yin spirits fled in defeat, even the several great yin spirits retreating in panic. They were extremely powerful, able to contend with great sages, each looking like thunder gods—pointy-faced, monkey-mouthed, covered in golden fur—but they feared thunder and lightning.
"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Take this opportunity to enter the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb and behold the emperor's corpse." The human clan's dao protector spoke, leading the army forward, charging into that magnificent landscape.
The ancient tomb was like a world, with mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, vast and boundless.
The true imperial tomb had been detected in a certain direction. The reason the great sages had withdrawn was because the yin spirits had led their army to attack, blocking the path.
Boom!
At the final moment before the heavenly tribulation was about to disappear, its dying flash struck Ye Fan's body, causing him to shake. Pang Bo's face changed—if not for Emperor Wu Shi's Heaven-Deceiving Array patterns, it would have splattered his blood and bones.
With a rumble, imperial qi surged ahead. A pitch-black dragon cave shook violently, and a dragon charged out—a snow-white true dragon, possessing the aura of a supreme being!
Everyone was terrified, trembling. The saints were fearful, and the great sages charging at the front knelt down directly, their faces pale. This dragon had the might of an ancient great emperor.
"This is... the Demon Emperor. He attained the dao from a snow rabbit, continuously refining his blood essence, evolving into a silver true dragon!"
Ye Fan had already sidestepped, retreating dozens of li away. At this moment, the heavenly tribulation disappeared. He stood behind, opening his heavenly eye to observe carefully.
This was a silver dragon, truly possessing the aura of a great emperor, and it was a physical body of flesh and blood, not an illusory shadow—this was simply astonishing!
"Beholding the emperor's corpse!"
Ye Fan was shocked. Without accident, this might be the true corpse of the Demon Emperor. But now it charged out, emitting a life aura that made all living beings tremble.
"Puff"
Several saints who were too close, originally trying to seize the advantage and charge into the imperial tomb, exploded directly under the great emperor's aura. Saint bones and blood splattered everywhere.
"Beholding the emperor's corpse—a fortune for ten thousand ages. No... the Demon Emperor... he might still be alive!" The ancient demon Baijie Daoist was incoherent, excited to the extreme.
Was the Demon Emperor not dead? Everyone was stunned, then their bodies turned ice-cold.
A generation's Demon Emperor had fallen on the path to immortality, leaving behind too many mysteries. Today they finally beheld him—was this his corpse, or had he transformed into a true dragon about to enter the immortal domain in the flesh?