The heavens rumbled with a resonance that shook not just the skies but the very marrow of those who watched.
The ocean-like tribulation cloud churned, stretching endlessly across the firmant. Its vastness was so overwhelming that the entire Ash Crown City seed like nothing more than a speck floating on the edge of a celestial sea.
Within this boundless sky-ocean, tsunamis rose and fell with the rhythm of destruction, towering walls of water that carried the intent of annihilation.
And within this chaos stood Lin Mu.
His figure was dwarfed in comparison to the colossal waves that bore down on him, but he stood with a stillness that cut through the maelstrom. His feet did not shift, his posture remained unbroken, and though the first tsunami had already crashed over him, no one could see him flailing, struggling, or resisting.
He simply stood, swallowed by the ocean’s fury.
Gasps rippled through the city. Onlookers strained their eyes, searching for any sign of movent. Even seasoned immortals held their breath.
"Has he been... drowned?" a cultivator whispered, voice trembling.
"No one could survive that!" another exclaid. "That was not water—it was the condensed Dao will of the heavens themselves!"
But before panic could take root, the waters parted around Lin Mu’s form, dispersing like foam before a mountain. Golden light radiated from him, breaking through the suffocating torrents of water. His body glead with the brilliance of molten tal, and upon his skin, glowing motifs began to reveal themselves.
They were not random patterns, but intricate depictions of mountains, valleys, rivers, skies, and various landforms.
A tapestry of the world itself, etched into his physique. These marks pulsed with power, echoing the very fabric of existence. The motifs expanded, glowing brighter as the crashing waves struck again and again, only to break apart harmlessly upon contact with his body.
"The Burdenless Dominator Physique..." ng Bai murmured, awe choking his voice.
He had been told to watch the tribulation carefully by Lin Mu, so that he might earn so insights from it.
"Unhard..." An elder of the Xian Sword Sect said in disbelief.
Lin Mu’s lips curved into a smile as the next tsunami bore down. His voice carried clearly despite the roar of the floodwaters, almost as though the heavens themselves allowed it to be heard.
"Just as I thought," he said softly, "this body is more than enough."
The tsunami struck, but his smile did not falter.
He had prepared to bring forth his sword intent, his Dao Embryos, even his Spatial Skills, to contend against what he expected to be a grueling fight for survival. But as the waves continued to shatter against him like fragile glass, he realized that such asures were unnecessary... At least, not yet.
"This is easier than Cloud Dao Training with the Saintess," he chuckled, rembering the endless storms of condensed cloud essence that had hamred against him during his cultivation trials.
Grand Elder Huo, watching from the sect’s high residence, narrowed his eyes. His years of experience allowed him to finally recognize the nature of this trial.
"This..." he muttered, "this is not a simple Water Elental Immortal Tribulation. This is the Heavenly Tsunami Immortal Tribulation."
The words froze the other elders in place.
Daoist Chu’s eyes widened as recognition dawned. "The Heavenly Tsunami? But... that variant has not appeared in half a million years! The only record of one who survived it was..."
His voice faltered before continuing, "...the current head of the Northern Immortal Court. But he was born with the bloodline of the Black Tortoise, an innate master of water. His body and soul were aligned with that elent from birth. For Lin Mu to face the sa tribulation without such an advantage..."
Grand Elder Huo nodded gravely. "It may be the harshest trial he has faced yet."
Above them, Lin Mu showed no sign of hesitation.
The waves grew taller, now rivaling mountains in size. The impact of each strike reverberated through the protective arrays, causing even immortals to stagger slightly. The winds generated by the collisions tore at trees, flattened structures, and sent weaker cultivators sprawling.
And yet, all of this was still restrained power, a shadow of the true force being unleashed within the tribulation’s heart.
Those who felt it shuddered.
"The arrays... they are restraining it," muttered the City Lord, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "What we feel is only a fraction. If this were unbound..." His voice trailed off, unwilling to speak of the devastation such a force would bring.
anwhile, within the tribulation, Lin Mu continued to endure. Each colossal wave that descended upon him split apart as his glowing physique illuminated the ocean. To him, this was no longer a battle for survival, it was an opportunity.
He bent his knees slightly, shifting his weight.
The next wave surged, its surface trembling with the crushing intent of the heavens. Lin Mu’s figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced through the crest of the tsunami with the Cloud Dragon Stride. His movent was fluid, almost serpentine, weaving through the water like a dragon cutting through mist.
The wave collapsed behind him, dispersing harmlessly.
"Ha!" Daoist Chu laughed aloud, his eyes sparkling. "He’s using the tribulation as training! The man is insane... but brilliant!"
Lin Mu’s movents grew more refined with each wave.
He was not rely enduring; he was experinting. Each tsunami revealed weaknesses in its flow, gaps where the structure of the wave faltered. With precise timing, he slipped through them, sotis cutting upward, other tis spiraling around, his golden figure glowing ever brighter against the endless blue.
The tribulation’s fury grew in response.
The tsunamis doubled, then tripled, coming not just from one direction but from all sides. The ocean no longer moved like a natural body of water, it moved with intelligence, as if the heavens themselves sought to trap him in an inescapable abyss.
The sight transfixed the city below.
To the crowd, Lin Mu was a lone figure in a cage of collapsing oceans, each wave large enough to erase mountains, yet he moved without panic. His stride carved paths through destruction itself.
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