Chapter 594: Grand Emperor’s Twofold Heavenly Tribulation
This time, Ye Fan truly had no intention of entrapping anyone. The heavenly tribulation came naturally, following the flow of his cultivation; he had not deliberately schemed or provoked it.
Not long ago, he had endured eighty-one ancient dragon heavenly tribulations, a divine punishment rarely seen throughout history, which had propelled him directly to the peak of the first Dragon Transformation stage.
Now, holding the Bodhi seed in his hand and chewing on Enlightenment tea leaves, he comprehended the heavenly marks left by the Grand Emperor’s imprint. He had been on the verge of entering the second Dragon Transformation stage, and now he broke through in one go!
The heavenly tribulation arrived so abruptly that everyone was stunned. When they realized what was happening, these great figures acted with decisive resolve, like a flock of white geese plunging into water—crackling and popping—all leaping down from the ten-thousand-zhang high platform together.
"What a bastard! Choosing this moment to undergo tribulation—does he want to kill us all?!"
"Let the doomsday tribulation descend and strike him dead!"
Everyone cursed, but they were utterly resolute. Each person fled without looking back, jumping down unwaveringly without a moment’s delay.
Because if they didn’t leave, not even ashes would remain. When one person undergoes tribulation, it drags others into it, subjecting them to a divine punishment corresponding to their own strength.
These were no ordinary people—they were a group of top-tier Saint Lord-rank figures. The tribulation corresponding to each of them was immense beyond measure. With so many gathered together, the combined tribulation was terrifying just to imagine.
Especially since there were several ancient saint weapons here, along with three Extreme Imperial Weapons. If these ancient artifacts were drawn into the tribulation, it was hard to fathom how dreadful it would be.
If an Imperial Weapon were to resist the tribulation, it would likely summon an extinction-level divine punishment befitting an ancient Great Emperor. In that case, not only would everyone present perish, but even this entire world would be destroyed.
The Extreme Imperial Weapons would certainly remain unharmed—they had long since weathered tribulations alongside the ancient Great Emperors. No power in this world could damage them now.
But the others and the Immortal Mansion World were different. They would be utterly annihilated, leaving nothing behind. Everything within a radius of over a hundred thousand li would turn to ashes.
"I’ve seen shameless people, but never one this shameless—choosing this moment to undergo tribulation!"
"Is this bastard insane? If he wants to destroy himself, why drag so many along?!"
Everyone fled in terror, like dumplings dropping into a pot, splashing and tumbling off the jade platform. Their divine power was suppressed, preventing flight, and some ended up with bruised faces and swollen noses.
But they paid no heed to that. They sprinted wildly, abandoning all pretense of peerless expert dignity, fleeing for their lives.
Some tried to seize the divine being’s coffin before leaving, only to find Ye Fan sitting inside it, cross-legged on the Dao marks left by the Grand Emperor’s imprint, beginning to comprehend the Dao.
Many ground their teeth in frustration. No one dared to carry him along—that would be like tying themselves to the tribulation.
A few top-tier figures, enraged beyond reason, wanted to strike him down with ancient saint weapons. But the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar rose and fell, as if the Ruthless Great Emperor had been reborn, nearly crushing the myriad heavens. Everyone could only retreat.
"That damned brat! How valuable is his ass? He’s sitting right on the Grand Emperor’s imprint—what a heaven-cursed wretch!"
"This isn’t over! We’ll settle this after he survives his tribulation!"
The crowd was unwilling, but they could only flee.
"You really are an ancestor! Neither early nor late—you had to pick this moment to undergo tribulation." The Old Blind Man couldn’t stay calm either, rubbing his hands and rolling his eyes.
"Brother Ye, sorry, but there’s no time. You’ll have to undergo your tribulation here alone." Duan De kicked the ancient coffin away, distancing himself from the Devouring Demon Jar.
"Brother Ye, take this sacred bone left by a saint’s Dao dissolution for protection." The Barbarian tossed over a golden arm bone.
Then the few of them also fled. Otherwise, if the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar experienced the tribulation here, the trouble would be immense—this entire world wouldn’t even leave behind ashes.
"Rustle!"
After leaving the protection range of the Extreme Imperial Weapon, Ye Fan took out an ancient scroll. It shimmered with crystalline light, as if forged from the essence of sun and moon, yet it was very soft.
Square-shaped, about one and a half meters on each side, when spread out, stars occasionally flashed and vanished across its surface. It was light and peaceful—this was the immortal treasure obtained from the Ruthless Great Emperor’s resting place, the Chaotic Dragon Nest.
To this day, Ye Fan didn’t know what it was, but he had no choice now. He could only use it to resist the terrifying pressure here.
Back in the ancient era, the Holy Prince’s father, the Battle Saint Emperor, had once collected it. After endless years, it fell into the hands of the Ruthless Great Emperor. It was certainly no ordinary item.
Sure enough, as soon as this star scroll appeared, it immediately blocked the peerless energy fluctuations emanating from the human skin sealed within the five-colored divine ice not far away.
Although this ancient scroll emitted no powerful aura, it could isolate the influence of the Immortal Emperor’s human skin.
"It’s not an Extreme Imperial Weapon—it looks like a map…"
Ye Fan was astonished. As the Immortal Emperor’s aura flowed over and infused the immortal treasure, some blurry star domains appeared on its surface.
"Boom!"
But he had no time to ponder this. The heavenly tribulation descended, overwhelming and crashing down, instantly engulfing the entire high platform.
Ye Fan stepped out of the ancient coffin and sat beside it, staring at the patterns on the coffin’s bottom board. His eyes were fixed unblinkingly, while the Bodhi seed in his hand burned hot, aiding his comprehension of the Dao.
The divine tea leaves in his mouth brought him a profound clarity. His spirit and energy were highly concentrated, his body and consciousness reaching a state of unity between heaven and man.
At this moment, he entered a state of Dao comprehension. He truly saw the Grand Emperor Scripture!
On the bottom of the ancient coffin, a human-shaped imprint seemed to come to life, as if the ancient Human Emperor had defied fate and returned.
On its back, the spine was a great dragon, raising its head and roaring, vivid and lifelike, as if it pierced through past, present, and future.
The entire image was composed of Dao marks, but Ye Fan only stared at the great dragon. This was what he needed most—the profound method corresponding to the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.
Just like the Western Emperor Scripture back then, he saw only five Dao marks, not a single word or sentence, yet they recorded the most fundamental heart method.
The same was true here. This was an ancient scripture. In his later years, the Grand Emperor had meticulously revised it, leaving the final version in the coffin.
"Boom!"
A ten-thousand-zhang sea of thunder crashed down. Ye Fan remained unmoved, bathing in the tribulation, comprehending the Dragon Transformation volume of the ancient scripture. He was without self, without objects—only a great dragon remained, his heart utterly empty and serene.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The ten-thousand-zhang sea of thunder was a vast expanse of white, then purple, then red—various colors of lightning exploded in endless succession.
From afar, that place was completely submerged. It was an ocean of heavenly tribulation, a terrifying sea of electricity surging in all directions, destroying everything.
Those great figures stood in the distance, all astonished. A cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm could summon such a terrifying heavenly tribulation—it was truly unbelievable.
"At least no ancient saint weapons are undergoing tribulation, and certainly no Extreme Imperial Weapons are involved. Otherwise, none of us would exist!"
On the ten-thousand-zhang jade platform, Ye Fan summoned his cauldron to undergo the tribulation together. Only then could it interweave with the Dao and evolve into a saint weapon.
Regardless of whether outsiders could see through the sea of thunder, he had no choice. He had to do this. If he wanted the Primordial Qi Cauldron to evolve, it had to undergo tribulation with him every time.
This time, the eighty-one terrifying ancient dragons did not appear again, but it was still quite dreadful. Various enormous lightning bolts struck continuously, mixed with chaotic heavenly thunder.
Lightning flashed, heaven and earth shook, and radiance filled the sky. If the ten-thousand-zhang jade platform were not the resting place of an ancient emperor, it would have been shattered into pieces.
Ye Fan’s mind was tranquil. He stared at the great dragon on the coffin’s bottom, and two dragon-shaped beams shot from his eyes, connecting to the Dao marks!
His eyes were sometimes hazy, sometimes vacant. A heavenly dragon danced, perishing and being reborn in his vision.
In the end, his eyes reflected two great dragons, and nothing else. At the same time, his spine exploded with sound, like a dragon’s roar shaking the heavens.
This process lasted for several hours. The heavenly tribulation continued unabated. Ye Fan struggled to resist it, but he also continuously comprehended the ancient scripture.
"Boom!"
With the final thunderclap, heaven and earth finally cleared. The heavenly tribulation ceased.
The tribulation for minor stages was not as terrifying as advancing to a major secret realm, but it was still quite alarming, and many times greater than the tribulations of others.
In the distance, everyone was horrified. Seeing that everything had ended, they all rushed forward, wanting to climb back onto the ten-thousand-zhang high platform.
But then, under the clear sky, thunder erupted again. A sea of thunder once more submerged that place.
"Boom…"
The heavenly tribulation reappeared, destroying everything.
"What’s going on? Why is it starting again?"
"Heavens! This is truly a prodigy. Even in ancient times, there were few like this. He’s advanced another stage and is undergoing continuous tribulation!"
People were shocked to realize that Ye Fan was undergoing two tribulations in succession, leaving them in awe.
"When the tribulation paused just now, did you see it? That was the Primordial Qi Cauldron!"
"That’s right, that’s the Primordial Mother Qi Root, with ten thousand strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi hanging down. So he’s that kid from the Eastern Wasteland?!"
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Everyone was stunned, then suddenly understood. Only he could summon such a vast heavenly tribulation.
"Ye Zhe Tian… Ye Fan!" Wang Yangzhan roared in fury, his hair bristling and white beard flying. The Yin Yang Sect’s Holy Son and Holy Maiden had both been killed by Ye Fan, bringing great shame to that supreme sect.
Moreover, during the Flat Peach Festival, Ye Fan had lured the heroes into the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, causing the Yin Yang Sect’s deputy leader to meet his end.
"Ye Fan from the Eastern Wasteland…" Xiao Yunsheng’s eyes flashed with cruelty, his fists cracking loudly.
"So it’s that kid!" Duan De rubbed his nose, unavoidably recalling some past events. Of course, the most vivid memory was being bitten by a dog. Finally, he muttered, "Damn it!"
Ye Fan comprehended the Dragon Transformation chapter of the Grand Emperor Scripture and underwent two consecutive heavenly tribulations. Though lightning flashed and thunder roared, he remained calm.
This tribulation had propelled him straight to the third Dragon Transformation stage. His strength surged, greatly enhanced.
Finally, after another three hours, he engraved the Dragon Transformation chapter into his mind, fully comprehending the Dao and making it his own profound method.
Thus, he had mastered the strongest scripture of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!
"Third Dragon Transformation!" Ye Fan stood up, his heart surging with excitement. He felt an incomparably powerful force.
The heavenly tribulation had not yet stopped. It continued to strike down, hitting his body but barely leaving scorch marks. However, the Primordial Qi Cauldron was covered in many patterns.
These were innate divine patterns. The cauldron had interwoven its own laws, evolving the Dao marks of the Primordial Qi Cauldron—a transformation.
At Ye Fan’s brow, a golden figure the size of a deity sat cross-legged, solemn and dignified, constantly spitting and swallowing lightning.
This was the transformation of the golden light at his brow, taking human form, undergoing the tribulation and receiving its baptism.
Finally, the golden figure opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the Primordial Qi Cauldron. It moved in and out with its breath, profoundly mysterious.
The cauldron shrank to the size of a finger joint but became even more radiant. It moved with the golden figure’s breathing, indistinguishable from Ye Fan, united as one.
Lightning coiled around, continuously refining the golden figure and the small cauldron. Meanwhile, Ye Fan’s physical body merged with the sea of thunder.
After a long time, Ye Fan let out a long breath, exhaling ten thousand zhang of lightning, and looked around.
The ancient coffin was not shattered by the heavenly thunder. It was extremely hard, carved from the Immortal Tree, possessing immortal properties.
"Divine Being’s Wraith!"
Ye Fan’s heart jolted. His gaze swept across the surroundings and found that demon standing at the base of the ten-thousand-zhang high platform. Its eyes were like blades, coldly staring at him.
"It’s fixed on me…"
But then Ye Fan sneered. This demon feared the heavenly tribulation; otherwise, it would have already pounced.
He looked at the five-colored divine ice not far away, wanting to take this immortal treasure. But the Immortal Emperor’s human skin had too strong an aura. Without an Extreme Imperial Weapon, it would be difficult to collect.
Countless eons had passed since the ancient era, yet that skin still had a crystalline luster. Its hair was purple, glossy and oily, and the bloodstains on the skin were multicolored.
Finally, Ye Fan looked up at the distant mountains. Many figures stood there. With his divine eyes, he could clearly see their expressions.
Wang Yangzhan’s face was ashen. The people of the Yin Yang Sect all exuded murderous intent, staring fixedly at this place.
Additionally, Xiao Yunsheng was gnashing his teeth. The half-step Great Power Xiao Zhi was especially venomous, cursing under his breath.
Ye Fan could even read their lips, discerning what they were saying.
"He actually underwent two consecutive tribulations—truly astonishing. But he won’t survive. Once he comes down, I’ll grind his bones to dust!"
"Today, I will crush this genius, annihilating his body and soul!"
"That Ye kid, I’ll pull out your tendons and strip your bones!"
"Burn him as a lantern!"
Such were the venomous curses of the Yin Yang Sect and the Xiao family.
Ye Fan thought for a moment, then picked up the coffin, dragging the overwhelming heavenly tribulation as he charged downward.
The Divine Being’s Wraith was the first to sense something wrong. It had never seen anyone undergoing tribulation while running around so arrogantly. Soon, it understood—this was aimed at it.
That demon was the first to move, sprinting away, abandoning its domineering, world-conquering posture.
It was so powerful that if it underwent tribulation, it would be earth-shattering, punching a hole through this world.
Then, the Yin Yang Sect and the Xiao family also shuddered. They all began to flee. Others, seeing this, also sensed great danger and immediately fled far away.
"That shameless brat is dragging his tribulation to strike us!"