The space beca even more stagnant, rendering any escape techniques or talismans ineffective.
anwhile, Nine Nether Elder was not idle; his bony fingers gently flicked.
The surrounding swirling dark aura imdiately condensed into countless chains flickering with dark runes.
Like venomous snakes imbued with life, they accurately wrapped around the flesh and Nascent Souls of every Star Palace Cultivator, thoroughly sealing their mana and divine sense.
From the mont True Monarch Yuheng arrived, to the outburst of Xu Ping and his companions, and then to the complete suppression of the Star Palace Cultivators—all within just a few breaths.
Like a hot knife through butter.
Absolute crushing domination.
Xu Ping and his companions had yet to exert their full strength, but easily dismantled what seed to be a formidable lineup from the Star Palace side.
True Monarch Yuheng, a Great Cultivator at Nascent Soul Perfection, didn’t even manage a proper resistance before becoming a prisoner.
With a wave, the sealed cultivators including True Monarch Yuheng were collected, and the three exchanged glances and rged their figures into the dark aura without any delay.
The next mont.
The dark aura dissipated, leaving only the empty sea surface and a trace of lingering energy ripple, as if nothing had ever happened.
The loss of one at Nascent Soul Perfection and five mid to late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, even for the Star Palace, was a significant pain.
Enough to provoke anger from the lofty Dual Saints, who might even personally take action.
This place was not suitable for a long stay.
Their judgnt was correct.
Soon after their departure, two terrifying auras, vast as a sea of stars and majestic as the heavens, rose from the depths of the Star Palace and swept over this sea area, carrying cold fury.
The Moon God and the Star King were alard.
But all of this was now irrelevant to Xu Ping and his companions.
They did not return to Blood Bone Island, but instead traveled westward in silence, crossing the outer seas and finally reaching a desolate sea area at the junction of the outer seas and endless void.
The Spiritual Qi here was pitifully thin, the islands barren, and even demon beasts above the third rank were hard to find.
On a barren, lifeless rocky island, the three descended their Escape Light.
"Let’s settle here."
After scanning the area with his divine sense, the Nine Nether Elder spoke.
The commotion caused by the ascension of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to a treasure would undoubtedly expose everything if it happened on Blood Bone Island; this deserted island was the perfect place to undergo tribulation.
"Hmm."
Xu Ping nodded slightly.
Then, the three opened up a new cave mansion and summoned the Specter.
With so many Nascent Soul Cultivators, even with the Specter’s current capabilities and strength, it would take a long ti to completely refine them all.
However, with the assistance of Xu Ping and Nine Nether Elder’s dual divine sense, the refining process could be significantly accelerated.
...
Four years quietly passed on this deserted island.
When the Specter had completely absorbed and refined the last trace of the essence, the entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
The surface of the banner was no longer simply pitch-black but appeared with a dark hue that seed to devour everything, as if connected to the abyss of Nine Nether.
The Specter’s form beca fully solid, resembling the descent of a demon god, the aura surrounding it was no longer re dark energy but was imbued with destructive ripples.
The aura it emitted was thick, imnse, and unfathomable, having reached an extre.
Above the island, unknowingly, dark clouds had gathered, dense like blocks of lead pressing lowly on the sea surface.
Within the layers of clouds, a dull thunder rolled through.
Streaks of small but destruction-laden purple electric snakes darted through the clouds, seemingly accumulating heavenly might to obliterate all things.
The entire world beca oppressively heavy, with the sea calm as if even the wind was intimidated by the impending heavenly punishnt.
"The foundation has reached its peak, and the vital energy traction has reached its zenith... it’s almost ti."
Nine Nether Elder, gazing at the gathering tribulation clouds above, had a glimr of seriousness in his murky eyes.
"Hmm."
Xu Ping nodded with a heavy expression, took a deep breath, and kept his gaze fixed on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner floating in front of him, humming with a ferocious aura reaching the heavens.
Everything he could do, he had already done.
Next, it was up to whether this magical treasure could withstand the might of the heavens and complete its ultimate transformation.
Rumble!
Within the clouds, there was not the usual silver-white of lightning but a heart-palpitating deep purple interwoven with destructive dark red.
The air was filled with a dense heavenly pressure and the almost tangible ferocious aura emitted by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Ordinary living beings here would probably be instantly obliterated.
"It’s here."
A glint of sharpness flashed in the murky eyes of Nine Nether Elder.
Crack!
The first wave: a barrel-thick dark purple lightning tribulation entwined with the law of destruction fell fiercely without flourish.
Like a roaring Thunder Dragon, it instantly engulfed the hovering Ten Thousand Souls Banner and its main spirit, the Specter.
The explosion of lightning was blinding, making it impossible to look directly.
The Specter let out a piercing, painful howl as the dark energy and lightning around it frantically consud and annihilated each other.
The surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner shook violently, the myriad fierce soul shadows on it disintegrating in the lightning and more quickly surging out from deep within the banner, advancing wave after wave, using their own soul power to grind down the might of the tribulation.
This first wave of the tribulation already exceeded the usual encountered during the ascension of a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.
This was because the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had devoured countless living souls, incurring heavy karma.
Unacceptable to the heavens and earth, the tribulation it faced was naturally more severe.
Barely enduring the first wave, the second wave followed closely.
This ti, thicker, black-colored sinister lightning fell soundlessly, carrying a chilling intent freezing to the divine soul and corruptive power eroding all things.
The Specter’s howl carried a noticeable weakness, as its giant soul form was torn with cracks by the sinister lightning; the spiritual light on the surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner also dimd sowhat.
Yet it remained tenacious, driving the seemingly endless fierce souls and evil spirits within the banner to form layers of soul power barrier, struggling to resist.
The third wave of tribulation increased in power once more.
Streaks of red as blood, radiating searing and violent aura Yang God Thunder, fell like heavenly teorites.
The extre Yang, utmost hard, was the greatest nesis of yin souls and ghostly creatures.
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