At the sa ti, the needle emitted an invisible suction force, actively drawing a wisp of God-eroding Thunder Tribulation power, using the creation found within the destruction to temper itself.
Xu Ping watched from below, his nerves tight.
The Soul-Breaking Needle’s way of overcoming tribulation was entirely different from that of the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, appearing more dangerous and cunning.
The second bolt grew increasingly profound in color, with power geotrically escalating.
The Soul-Breaking Needle could no longer completely evade and began to be struck head-on by the lightning, its body trembling violently, dark light occasionally dimming, with a wave of pain emanating from its spirit.
Yet it always held tightly to a core of undying spirit light, continually absorbing the tribulation power, removing impurities, and fortifying its essence.
This process was far more difficult than when the Canghua Divine Wood Sword faced tribulation; several tis, Xu Ping felt as if the needle’s spirit was like a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish at any mont.
But he was linked to the needle’s mind and could sense an unyielding sharpness and resilience supporting it deep within the core.
Finally, when the fourth and last bolt, carrying the aura of annihilating all Divine Souls, of God-eroding Ghost Thunder, descended.
The Soul-Breaking Needle emitted the most piercing, resolute hum in its lifeti.
"Shoo!"
Two extrely tiny dark lights surged against the thunder, boldly colliding with the destructive black lightning pillar.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a sharp wail as if tearing through the soul level.
The dark light and the black thunder stood off for a mont, and finally, the Soul-Breaking Needle forcibly pierced and split open the God-eroding Ghost Thunder.
The lightning column crumbled, transforming into pure tribulation origin, swallowed up completely by the needle like a whale sucking in water.
The tribulation cloud slowly dissipated, the sky brightened again, and the oppressive sensation on the Divine Soul also vanished.
The Soul-Breaking Needle floated quietly in mid-air, its body no longer black, but taking on a semi-transparent dark gray hue.
A spiritual pressure far surpassing the past by tenfold, hundredfold, naturally emitted, carrying an extre chill that pierced through voids and extinguished Divine Souls.
The supre treasure, completed!
"Completed!"
Xu Ping couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, a surge of uncontrollable joy flooding his heart.
The success rate of the Soul-Breaking Needle’s tribulation was indeed lower compared to the Canghua Divine Wood Sword that was a wooden supre treasure, vibrant with vitality, with a full four bolts of tribulation, the process was more perilous.
But ultimately it succeeded in overcoming.
This also marked that he, Xu Ping, possessed a third supre treasure belonging to himself.
And it was a weapon entirely different in function from the previous two, a sinister tool specializing in targeting the Divine Soul.
With his current Divinity Transformation level Divine Sense driving this needle, its power... is enough to threaten the Divine Soul of any Divinity Transformation cultivator.
Xu Ping’s mind flickered, and the Soul-Breaking Needle issued a slight, joyful, affectionate hum, transforming into two rays of light that instantly fell into his palm.
The touch was cool, as if imbued with life.
"Master, Master!"
Two infantile yet extrely sharp-sensed thoughts transmitted into Xu Ping’s Sea of Consciousness through their ntal link.
The newborn Artifact Spirit, like an infant, full of dependency and affection toward him.
"Hmm."
Xu Ping smiled, soothing the two newborn Artifact Spirits with his Divine Sense.
This pair of Soul-Breaking Needles had been nurtured with his own essence for years, almost akin to a semi-lifebound supre treasure, their compatibility with his heart even higher than with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Carefully observing the Soul-Breaking Needle after upgrading to a supre treasure, its appearance changed not much, still so tiny and inconspicuous.
But its inner aura and essence underwent a drastic transformation.
The concealnt beca stronger, the sharpness higher, especially its targeting and penetrating power of the Divine Soul had reached an inconceivable level.
Xu Ping returned this pair of newly promoted treasures to the depths of his Sea of Consciousness for nurturing, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
Another ace up his sleeve; when facing the Star Palace Saints and the Hedonistic Old Devil again, he can be more composed.
"Ti to leave."
Xu Ping noticed several Escape Lights rapidly approaching, steering away from this place.
"Another ace up the sleeve, with this needle; when facing the Star Palace Saints or the Hedonistic Old Devil again, I have more assurance to defeat them, making it easier to handle."
Xu Ping quietly comprehended the changes brought by the Soul-Breaking Needle’s enhancent to a supre treasure, that absolute sharpness against the Divine Soul origin.
"Ti to leave."
Suddenly, Xu Ping’s brow twitched minutely, his powerful Divine Sense perceiving several varying strengths of Escape Lights evidently heading towards the sea area that just underwent supre treasure tribulation.
This place is not suitable for a prolonged stay.
Without hesitation, he completely restrained his aura, blending silently into the vast outer sea as a nearly transparent phantom, leaving instantly.
...
In the extre depths of the seabed, within a naturally ford, and then artificially carved and expanded, massive trench.
The light here was completely cut off, icily cold and bone-piercing, the water pressure enough to crush fine steel.
Furthermore, it exuded such a dense sinister ghost aura that did not mix well with the vibrant outer sea.
This was the Spectral Cave.
Countless sinister ghosts road here.
At the core of the cave, atop an altar built of ten-thousand-year Nether Jade sat the decrepit-looking figure of the Nine Nether Elder.
Before him, two small cauldrons floated.
One was purely black, with an ancient design, its aura having reached a transformational stage, emanating a peculiar power that devours light and suppresses the Divine Soul.
The other one was tripodal, two-eared, obtained at the Central Domain trade fair.
The Nine Nether Elder opened his mouth and spat out a God Transformation ghost fla of a ghastly green hue, enveloping the tripodal cauldron completely.
"Hiss hiss hiss...."
Under the scorching ghost fla, the Gu Demon Cauldron emitted a groan of unbearable weight, its surface totems twisting and writhing as if countless resentful souls were struggling.
The cauldron body began to lt slowly, turning into a stream of extrely pure yet overflowing with negative emotion dark red origin essence.
The Nine Nether Elder sealed a spell, guiding tendrils of dark red essence into his purely black ancient cauldron.
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