To truly beco a supre being, one must survive the Supre Tribulation.
Countless prodigies have been shattered and reduced to ash by this tribulation.
But a small number of people manage to barely survive it.
And depending on who is undergoing the tribulation, the Supre Tribulation that descends varies in grade and severity.
Such as the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, the Six-Nine Desolation Tribulation, the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation, and so on.
The higher the grade of the tribulation, the harder it is to survive.
Of course, those who do survive erge far more powerful.
But there is one kind of tribulation that, throughout all of history, has only occurred a handful of tis.
Even the records left behind are scarce.
In fact, many people have questioned whether such a tribulation ever truly existed.
That tribulation is known as the Terminal Supre Tribulation.
This tribulation strikes with ten thousand kinds of thunder, delivering ten thousand blows.
Beyond that, it also manifests the phantom imprints left behind by the greatest tribulation-crossers throughout all of history.
The lowest achievent among such figures was attaining the Dao and becoming an Emperor.
And there was no shortage of those who had achieved even greater heights.
As for what kind of person could trigger this tribulation,
only soone so defiant of heaven that they could influence the order of all things between heaven and earth would receive such treatnt.
Such a person, if allowed to exist and continue breaking through, would overturn the original order and rules of the world.
Therefore, a tribulation of certain death was required to drive them toward their end, preventing them from affecting heaven and earth.
That is the origin of the Terminal Supre Tribulation's na.
Triggering this tribulation was no different from having ten deaths and zero chances of survival.
"Good heavens, it's the Terminal Supre Tribulation!"
"To think the Chaos Physique could be this terrifying!"
Countless prodigies were left in a daze.
It was the first ti any of them had witnessed this mysterious tribulation that existed only in ancient records.
Ten thousand kinds of thunder surged and churned across the vast expanse of the universe!
The phantom silhouettes of countless powerful tribulation-crossers manifested in the void!
The Terminal Supre Tribulation, driving all toward their end!
In that mont, every single person trembled to their very soul!
At the border region, within the boundless expanse, several blurry figures stood tall.
They were quasi-Emperor level powerhouses who had stood guard at the border for years.
"That one is… the Chaos Physique from the foreign realm."
"One of the Six World-Destroying Kings, not to be underestimated. Do you still rember the disaster that a few of the Six World-Destroying Kings once brought upon the border?"
"The origins and karmic ties of that foreign Chaos Physique are impossible to investigate, as if they've been erased without a trace."
"To be absolutely certain, we must kill him."
"Can we invite that one to act, and have them make a move?"
"That could trigger a serious problem."
"There's no other way. One of the Six World-Destroying Kings, and a Chaos Physique at that, cannot be allowed to exist in this world. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."
The several quasi-Emperors standing guard at the border exchanged thoughts through their divine senses, their expressions all grave and solemn.
anwhile, at the Grand Sacrificial Blood Ground in the border wilderness,
the imminent descent of the Terminal Supre Tribulation sent shockwaves in all directions.
"Fall back, retreat quickly, don't get dragged into it!" Xuan Haoqiong shouted.
This was the Terminal Supre Tribulation, after all.
Even among figures of their caliber, the highest tribulation any of them had ever crossed was rely the Six-Nine Desolation Tribulation.
Not a single one had even triggered the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation.
As for the Terminal Supre Tribulation, it was sothing they didn't even dare to think about.
Even soone who had already beco a supre being would have only one outco if drawn into such a tribulation, and that was death.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of countless figures cutting through the air rang out as everyone in the vicinity retreated.
"The Chaos Physique is dead for certain. There's no way he can survive a tribulation like this!" the Golden Crow Little Sacred King said.
The power of this Terminal Supre Tribulation far surpassed the simplified version of the Ancient Ninth Slaughter Formation they had set up.
Almost no one could survive it.
And Jun Xiaoyao stood there, white robes billowing, his tall and slender figure towering atop the great mountain of white bones.
He paid no attention to the Golden Crow Little Sacred King and the others.
They were nothing more than clowns jumping about.
"The Terminal Supre Tribulation, is it?"
Jun Xiaoyao raised his head and gazed up at the vast cosmic sky.
A heavenly tribulation of this magnitude represented death to anyone else.
But to Jun Xiaoyao,
it was nothing worth ntioning.
Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the sky, swept his wide sleeves, and the chaotic energy surging around his body cascaded down in silken threads, collapsing the void beneath him.
Within his body, a law flickered with brilliant radiance, and a dense surge of blood and vitality pulsed through him.
It was none other than the Fleshly Body Law!
"The heavenly tribulation can make my Fleshly Body Law even more perfect and flawless."
To others, this Terminal Supre Tribulation was a tribulation of certain death.
But to Jun Xiaoyao, it was a supre tonic.
Rumble!
Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward through the sky, his feet collapsing the void with each stride.
Having condensed the Fleshly Body Law, his physical power multiplied several tis over.
In fact, it had already begun to gradually transcend the pure concept of the physical body itself.
Transforming instead into an existence akin to the energy of laws.
And the three thousand Suru Worlds he had previously cultivated through his body scripture, due to the condensation of the Fleshly Body Law,
began to evolve and give birth to new Suru Worlds once more.
Starting from two hundred and sixty, they began to increase rapidly.
Two hundred and seventy!
Two hundred and eighty!
Two hundred and ninety!
Boom!
Vast and mighty thunder intertwined with itself, transforming into a sky of thunder that swept downward!
Heaven and earth cracked apart, and the border wilderness trembled!
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and threw a punch!
One fist to split the heavens!
Boom!
Thunder erupted from flat ground, exploding across the boundless expanse!
Spatial rifts tens of millions of li long spread and extended in every direction!
It was as if a world-ending catastrophe had arrived!
Thunder of every color descended, striking and obliterating everything in its path!
Yin Mother Thunder, Profound Dark Thunder, Seven-Colored Immortal Thunder, Chaos Thunder…
The sheer number of tribulation thunders was too many to count, dazzling the eyes of all who watched.
At the sa ti, within the tribulation clouds, one youthful silhouette after another erged.
So male, so female, the n unrivaled in their imposing presence, the won peerless in their grace and beauty.
All of them were imprints left behind by the finest individuals from each and every era.
There was a male phantom riding a Five Spirit War Chariot, like a Heavenly Emperor touring the world!
There was a woman of unparalleled grace and beauty, like a true immortal reborn, raising her palm to suppress all living beings!
It could be said that every single phantom was absolutely peerless and without equal.
So even surpassed certain seed-level prodigies present on the scene.
"This is too terrifying, what kind of tribulation is this!?"
"That Chaos Physique is dead for certain, there is absolutely no way he can survive!"
Those prodigies who had retreated to a safe distance all felt a deep unease in their hearts.
If it were them facing this, they feared they wouldn't last more than a few breaths before being reduced to tribulation ash.
Yet amid the endless flashing of thunder, Jun Xiaoyao stood like a Chaos War God, an undying Divine King, and with every flip of his hand, heaven and earth shattered!
"All those beneath the heavens are defeated foes of mine. What can a re tribulation do to ?"
Jun Xiaoyao's white robes flapped and billowed in the wind.
His black hair scattered in disarray, adding a few more strokes of untad and carefree elegance to his bearing.
To Jun Xiaoyao, he was inherently of the void.
Untouched by karma.
His fate would not be controlled by any rule or law.
My life is mine to command!
Jun Xiaoyao struck out with a Chaos Great Hand Seal, scattering the tribulation thunder before him.
Behind him, the phenonon of Chaos splitting open the heavens erged, covering ten thousand li in all directions, everything swallowed within the chaos!
Even the surging tribulation thunder was subrged within it.
Ahead, the phantom imprints of those whose nas had been recorded throughout ancient history charged toward Jun Xiaoyao.
There was a supre hero riding a Five Spirit War Chariot, like a Heavenly Emperor himself.
There was a goddess of unparalleled grace, like a true immortal reborn.
And to all of this, Jun Xiaoyao simply smiled with carefree ease.
"Where are the heroes of history, and how many throughout the ages could stand against ?"
"Through the rise and fall of ten thousand generations, you are all but dust."
"Today, across this vast and boundless earth, I am the one who commands the tides!"
Jun Xiaoyao shook his sleeves and brought forth the God-Weeping War Halberd, his white hair three thousand zhang long, scattering across the void!
One strike of the halberd cleaved through ten thousand tribulation thunders, sweeping across the desolate twilight of the world!
The heroes of ten thousand generations are but passing guests, yet my na alone, Jun Xiaoyao, shall endure for eternity!
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