Chapter 919 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Pool, The Failed Incarnation of a Shenling(CLASS)

That Tribulation Thunder God was no simple being; legends say he was 1 of the 9 Heavens Thunder Gods, a true Postcelestial Deity.

Divine spirits, beings no less extraordinary than mythical immortal seeds, are the ultimate entities born of heaven and earth. At birth, they possess at least the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm, and with minimal cultivation, they can ascend to immortality.

Strictly speaking, creatures such as the Verdant Wood Azure Dragon and the Li Fire Vermilion Bird,

It can be considered a type of acquired deity, born from the primordial forces of the 5 Elements—a supreme being nurtured by heaven and earth.

Such postcelestial deities are excessively powerful, born from the primordial veins of heaven and earth. Once fully formed, they can almost immediately ascend to immortality, thus earning the supreme title of "deity."

The Hall Master of the Thunder Tribulation was hailed as the 1 most likely to attain immortality in the past 70,000 years, with a talent that could truly be called peerless in the world.

Using celestial-grade spiritual artifacts as a medium, this individual fused the fragmented souls of over a dozen Pure Yang Dao Lords into the Mountain of 10 1000 Calamities, then subjected them to purification and nourishment through the endless primordial thunder veins.

Given 10-1000-some years, the Hall of Thunder Tribulation's master would, barring unforeseen circumstances, most likely be able to nurture a genuine Thunder God.

Alas, how could the Outer Realm Demonic Gods simply stand by and do nothing? In that great battle, enduring the combined assaults of the senior experts from the Purple Realm, the Outer Realm Demonic Gods shattered the ancestral veins of the 10-1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain in a single confrontation.

After this battle, the vast, near-immortal-grade ancestral leyline completely collapsed. Deprived of its nurturing ground, this tribulation-born creature could only wander through the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountains.

Yet he was corroded by killing intent and resentment to the point of descending into a state of delirium.

The predecessors of the Violet Realm in ages past could not cleanse the resentment of the lightning-scourged spirits, leaving them to drift endlessly through this Sea of 10 1000 Calamities.

Until this very day, when Eldrin personally arrived and awakened it by using the Manjushri Sutra to guide its lingering soul to salvation.

A failed-to-gestate deity.

Gazing at the lightning tribulation creature before him, Eldrin let out a soft sigh, an involuntary trace of helplessness coloring his expression.

To be fair, there were quite a few contingency plans within the Violet Realm,

The Verdant Wood Azure Dragon, too,

Whether it be the Thunder Tribulation Deity before him or any other, once successfully nurtured, they would most likely ascend to immortality.

Alas, what they truly lacked was time.

That extraplanetary demon god simply wouldn't grant them the opportunity to mature.

At this thought, Eldrin gazed at the lightning calamity creature before him and said, "Senior, you have not only recovered but even..."

"Is there still a chance to continue nurturing it into a divine spirit?"

"Impossible."

The Lightning Tribulation Spirit shook its head and spoke, "My gestation process was interrupted."

"Breaking through to the next level was already immensely difficult, let alone now when there are no longer any Thunder-attributed Ancestral Veins left within the Violet Realm."

At this point, his words trailed off slightly.

He cast a glance at Eldrin and then spoke, “Given your foundation and combat prowess, you must be the 1 destined to face this tribulation.”

"Although my 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain has crumbled, it still retains 1-third of its foundation. Perhaps it can lend you some assistance."

The living thunder tribulation being finished speaking, rose to his feet, and said, "Follow me."

Hearing this, Chen Ethan (Person Name) couldn't help but look up at Eldrin (Person Name).

Eldrin gave a slight nod and said, "I would be grateful if you could lead the way, Elder."

The 3 of them pressed onward, and before long arrived before a stretch of divine mountains that had been shattered and broken.

Eldrin gazed into the distance, where an immense peak stood engulfed in an endless sea of lightning, ceaselessly baptized by roaring thunderbolts.

This place is called the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain. In ancient times, it stood as the highest peak in the Violet Realm, piercing straight through the 9 heavens and drawing upon the celestial thunder tribulation's power. Thus was formed the ancestral vein of the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain.

The Thunder Tribulation Spirit murmured softly, introducing the mysteries of this Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain to the crowd. Gu Niu Eldrin (Person Name) ascended the mountain and soon reached the summit of this half-shattered divine peak, witnessing the scene that had been rare since ancient times.

Ascending to the summit of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain was like standing at the very edge of the 9 heavens, where the boundless sea of clouds lay beneath 1's feet, evoking the sensation that 1 could almost pluck the stars from the sky with an outstretched hand.

Atop this divine mountain, billions of thunderbolts roared downward, their endless cacophony drowning all existence as a seething ocean of lightning engulfed the vast Expanse of 10-1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Mountain stood several times taller than it does today.

"Alas, it was shattered by a single strike from the Outer Realm Demon God, with more than half of it collapsing into the Eastern Sea."

The tribulation thunder whispered with sentient murmurs, then carried Eldrin to the heart of 10-1000-Tribulation Thunder Mountain, before a thunder pool brimming with violet liquid.

"This is Heavenly Tribulation Elixir."

Eldrin's pupils contracted sharply as he took in the scene before him, an involuntary tremor passing through his gaze.

The liquid within the lightning pool before his eyes was actually formed from the convergence of Heavenly Tribulation Elixir.

It is widely known that thunder is the most formidable energy of destruction, containing an overwhelmingly domineering power of annihilation, making it the most renowned tyrannical force in the world.

This Thunder Tribulation Liquid was formed from the convergence of countless heavenly tribulations, and by all reasoning should embody the most terrifying power of annihilation.

However, as the saying goes, extremes meet. When the heavenly tribulation converged into a pool of precious liquid, it gave birth to an overwhelmingly vibrant vitality.

Thus, the Heavenly Tribulation Nectar possesses dual forces of destruction and vitality. It not only tempers a cultivator's physical body, spiritual power, and even soul, but also nourishes their essence, energy, and spirit—preventing them from being obliterated by the nectar's overwhelming potency.

Thus, Thunder Tribulation Elixir was exceptionally rare, hailed as 1 of the paramount treasures between heaven and earth, and an unparalleled liquid for cultivating the physical body and comprehending the divine arts of thunder techniques.

"This Thunder Pond is 1 of the 3 supreme treasures of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain. I placed it upon the severed peak of 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain, where it has drawn upon tribulation lightning for 80,000 years to accumulate this pool of precious liquid."

The Thunder Tribulation creature spoke calmly, and after a moment declared, "With this artifact's assistance, even if it cannot help you forge a true immortal body, it should still enable your physical form to cultivate to the Half-Immortal Realm."

"However, the Heavenly Tribulation Liquid is far too potent. Without a body tempered to the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit, attempting to cultivate within it would likely lead to complete annihilation—body and soul destroyed."

Eldrin nodded, unable to suppress a deep breath.

Now, his physical body had already been cultivated to perfection, and every step forward from here on would be immensely difficult.

By his estimation, even with the aid of the 5 Thunders Body Tempering Art and the power of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain, it would likely take him a 1000 years to cultivate his physical body to the semi-immortal realm.

As for attaining an immortal body, I'm afraid it would still require 3 to 5 1000 years of cultivation.

Now, with the aid of this Lightning Pond, he faintly sensed that his physical body might advance yet another step.

At this thought, Eldrin cupped his hands and said, "Such a priceless treasure—for you to entrust it to my use, Senior, I'm afraid I feel somewhat unworthy of such honor."

"No need for that." The Heavenly Tribulation Being shook its head, speaking with utmost candor. "That you were able to awaken my consciousness is already an immeasurable kindness to me."

"I only hope that after receiving the Lightning Pond's baptism, you may soon forge your immortal body and quell the cataclysm. This would also be considered avenging our 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain."

Seeing this, Eldrin made no further attempts to decline. With a cupped-hand salute, he declared, “Senior, rest assured. If I succeed in quelling the cataclysm of the Demon Abyss, I shall venture into the depths of the cosmos to seek the treasure before my ascension.”

"If a suitable spiritual object can be found, it will restore all the earth veins of the Violet Realm. By that time, Fellow Daoist might still have a sliver of hope to reconnect with the path of cultivation."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled across the icy plains, whipping fine snow particles into a swirling dance. A lone figure, clad in thin blue robes, trudged through the knee-deep snow. This was Lin Xuan, a Qi Refinement stage cultivator from the Azure Frost Sect. He clutched a small, jade-white vial in his hand, its surface cold to the touch. Inside, a single Foundation Establishment Pill (Elixir) rested. It had cost him nearly all of his 32,000 spirit stones (Cultivation Resource), his entire savings from over a decade of arduous sect missions and perilous journeys into monster-infested mountains. "Just 1 pill," he murmured, his breath forming a cloud of mist in the frigid air. "1 chance to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm." Countless cultivators had spent their entire lives stuck at the peak of Qi Refinement, never grasping that final, elusive insight. Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure descended from above, pressing down on him like a mountain. Lin Xuan's body stiffened, his blood running colder than the surrounding ice. "Hah! So this is where you've been hiding, little ant." A sneering voice echoed. A man in resplendent golden robes landed gracefully before him, not a single snowflake daring to mar his attire. It was Elder Bai (Person Name), the very same elder from the Contribution Hall from whom Lin Xuan had purchased the pill. "You... Elder Bai? What is the meaning of this?" Lin Xuan demanded, his hand instinctively tightening around the vial as he subtly circulated his spiritual energy. Elder Bai's eyes, sharp and greedy, fixed on the vial. "Foolish boy. Do you truly believe a mere Qi Refinement disciple like you is worthy of such a treasure? That pill was never meant for you. Hand it over, and I might grant you a swift death." Lin Xuan's heart sank. He had been swindled. The "bargain" price, the elder's unusual haste to conclude the transaction—it had all been a trap. Rage, cold and sharp, began to replace his initial fear. He had struggled for over a 100 years to reach this point, facing dangers and hardships beyond count. He would not yield his hope so easily. "Elder Bai," Lin Xuan said, his voice deceptively calm. "The sect rules prohibit elders from robbing disciples. Are you not afraid of punishment?" Elder Bai threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Rules? Who will know? You will simply vanish in these endless frozen wastes. A tragic casualty of a failed mission. Now, DIE!" Elder Bai didn't even bother drawing his sword. He simply flicked his sleeve, and a wave of condensed golden spiritual power, sharp as a blade, shot towards Lin Xuan's throat. The attack was swift, merciless, and carried the full power of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment expert. Time seemed to slow. Facing absolute disparity in power, Lin Xuan's mind became preternaturally clear. He couldn't block it. He couldn't dodge it. His only chance... He bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the simple bronze mirror hanging at his chest—a memento from his deceased parents. The mirror, usually inert, suddenly glowed with a faint, ancient light. The golden spiritual blade was upon him. *BZZZT!* A soft hum filled the air as the mirror's glow intensified, forming a shimmering, semi-transparent barrier before him. The golden blade struck the barrier and shattered into motes of light, dissipating harmlessly. "What?!" Elder Bai's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "A protective treasure? Impossible for a mere Qi Refinement brat to possess such a thing!" Lin Xuan felt the spiritual energy in his body being rapidly drained by the mirror. He knew this defensive barrier wouldn't last long. This was not a time for hesitation. Without a second thought, he turned and unleashed the sect's movement technique, "Flickering Snow Step (Movement Technique)," his body becoming a blur as he shot towards the dense, snow-laden forest in the distance. "Trying to escape? Futile!" Elder Bai roared in fury, his figure turning into a golden streak as he gave chase. The chase was brutally 1-sided. Lin Xuan pushed his "Flickering Snow Step" to its absolute limit, his meridians screaming in protest. Behind him, Elder Bai closed the distance with ease, launching attacks of golden spiritual light that exploded against trees and ground, sending shards of ice and wood flying. The concussive force of a nearby blast sent Lin Xuan tumbling, the vial nearly flying from his grasp. He crashed through a thicket, rolling down a steep, hidden slope and landing hard in a concealed ice cavern below. Gasping for breath, his body aching, he heard Elder Bai's furious roar from above. "I know you're down there, rat! I will find you and grind your bones to dust!" Lin Xuan leaned against the icy wall, his mind racing. He was cornered, injured, and his spiritual energy was almost depleted. The mirror had returned to its dormant state. He looked at the Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand. He had intended to find a safe, quiet place to undergo his breakthrough, preparing several auxiliary formation disks (Formation Tool) and spirit-gathering pills (Elixir) to increase his chances. Now, he had none of those. Attempting a breakthrough here, in this state, under the nose of a pursuing enemy, was sheer madness. The failure rate was over 90 percent. Failure meant death, or worse, crippling of his dantian. But staying here meant certain death at the hands of Elder Bai. A grim resolve settled in his eyes. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He popped the Foundation Establishment Pill into his mouth without another moment's hesitation. A torrent of immense, violent spiritual power instantly erupted within him, surging through his meridians like a raging flood. The pain was excruciating, as if his veins were being torn apart. He gritted his teeth until they bled, desperately circulating his cultivation technique, "Azure Frost Heart Scripture (Cultivation Method)," to guide the rampant energy. He had to condense this chaotic energy, compress it, and form his Foundation Sea within his dantian. Outside the cavern, the spiritual energy of the world began to stir, swirling towards his location. A faint, azure glow emanated from his body. Elder Bai, who had been searching nearby, immediately sensed the anomaly. "He's trying to break through? HERE? The fool is courting death!" A vicious smile curled on his lips. "Good! This saves me the trouble. The backlash from a failed breakthrough will tear him apart from the inside!" He decided to wait, relishing the thought of his prey's self-destruction. Inside the cavern, Lin Xuan's consciousness began to blur. The spiritual energy was too wild, too powerful. He felt his control slipping. Visions flashed before his eyes—his humble beginnings, his years of struggle, the sneers of his peers, the cold greed in Elder Bai's eyes... "No!" a voice screamed within him. "I will not fall here! Not like this!" A surge of unwavering willpower, forged through thousands of years of hardship, erupted from the depths of his soul. With a final, monumental effort, he focused his mind and slammed the rampaging spiritual energy downwards, into his dantian. *BOOM!* An inaudible explosion resonated within his body. The chaotic energy, as if finding its center, rapidly coalesced, compressed, and transformed. Where there was once dispersed Qi, a small, shimmering, liquid-like pool of spiritual power now swirled steadily—his Foundation Sea. The violent spiritual pressure around him subsided, replaced by a stable, profound, and significantly more powerful aura. He had succeeded. Lin Xuan opened his eyes. They shone with a sharp, icy light in the darkness. The excruciating pain was gone, replaced by a feeling of immense power and clarity. He was now a cultivator of the early Foundation Establishment realm. He stood up, cracks appearing in the ice beneath his feet from the subtle release of his new power. He looked towards the cavern entrance. It was time to settle the score.