Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 544: Chapter 548: The Catastrophe

Endless thunder and lightning, tens of thousands of feet of purple radiance, thoroughly engulfed the heavens and earth. This was no longer a single strike of lightning, but a Thunder Sea!

Nothing existed anymore; everything was submerged by thunder. It was an eye-piercing sight; the power of destruction could be felt even from afar.

Let alone those attempting to transcend the Heavenly Tribulation within. A vast expanse of violet brilliance, even from miles away, induced suffocating feelings, causing shivers.

“Ah…”

The heart-wrenching screams came first. Someone was struck by the Heavenly Tribulation, turning to ashes, forever erased from this world.

“Damn it, Ye brat, this emperor will fight you!” the big black dog cursed incessantly, constantly swearing. He too was engulfed.

“Ah…”

The place boiled with chaos. Many screamed in panic. How many could withstand this kind of Heavenly Tribulation? No one expected Ye Fan to exhibit such a method.

“AWOOO… Ye Hei, damn you!” Even the big black dog cursed his mother; one can imagine the feelings of those people.

Everyone dearly wished to flay Ye Fan. To think he could come up with such a vicious plan! No amount of calculation could have foreseen this twist.

Some knew of the Black Emperor’s unparalleled prowess with Dao Glyphs. They had specifically chosen the fallen land of an ancient Holy Spirit to limit its power, but no one predicted this move.

This brat is utterly disgraceful!

Everyone wanted to curse their mothers. This treacherous move was unleashed to wipe them all out. No one wasn’t pale-faced; this was a legendary Heavenly Tribulation, the most bizarre and fearsome of all.

“BOOM!”

A thunderstorm spanning tens of thousands of feet submerged countless mountain ranges. The purple radiance stretched to the heavens; every inch of space was a Heavenly Tribulation, terrifying to the extreme.

“Too ruthless! I don’t want to die! Ah…” Wails of agony resounded endlessly.

“Ye the Ruthless, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go! Ah…” The shrieking voice, reverberating weakly through the Thunder Sea, heralded a great massacre.

On that day, after Ye Fan learned Yiyi was imprisoned, he immediately went into seclusion in Jade Lake. He hid his capabilities, not making a move. Though he could have broken through long ago, he kept suppressing his Realm, waiting for this very day.

He had wanted to bring along the likes of Red Dragon and Peacock King but was detected by the enemy. Yet, those weren’t his final tricks; the Heavenly Tribulation was his true trump card for this endeavor!

He was transcending his Heavenly Tribulation amidst a life-and-death killing field, dragging everyone into it. He himself would succeed, advancing to the Four Extremes Great Perfection Realm, while his enemies would turn to dust.

Dragging everyone into the calamity with him could be said to be a ruthless move. He had been forced to conceive such a strategy to break the desperate situation.

“BOOM!”

The anticipated Great Heavenly Tribulation arrived as scheduled, scorching the heavens and earth and melting snow-capped mountains. Not an inch of land remained intact.

“You’re too ruthless…” a Saint Son-Level figure cried out, his whole body enveloped in electric light as he fiercely resisted.

“You’re suffering too much. Let me send you on your way!” A cold smile played at Ye Fan’s lips as he advanced step by step.

At that moment, he was the center of the Thunder Sea, the source of the primal chaos. Endless electric light surged toward him. With every movement, he summoned a mountain of thunder and a sea of electricity!

“Ah…” The Saint Son-Level figure screamed. He couldn’t withstand such a Heavenly Tribulation; every inch of his flesh was scorched.

“Let me see who you truly are, still shrouded by a secret treasure.” Ye Fan advanced until he was near him. He too was fighting off the Heavenly Tribulation but was able to withstand it.

“CRACK!”

The secret treasure on this person shattered in the thunderstorm, revealing a familiar face filled with terror, already crippled by the lightning strike.

“It’s you…” Ye Fan was surprised.

This person was Li Rui, the alternate Saint Heir of Flickering Light. Ye Fan had once suppressed him and later released him in the divine city.

“CRASH!”

Five bolts of thunder bombarded down. Li Rui’s head cracked open, brain matter spilling out, his Divine Soul collapsing. Then, with another flash of lightning, his form and spirit were annihilated, turning to ashes. Nothing remained.

Ye Fan knew without thinking that a Grand Elder from one of Flickering Light’s factions must have accompanied Li Rui here.

“Ah…”

Elsewhere, a Great Elder-Level figure at the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation shrieked, his flesh hanging in strips, white bones glistening amidst charred flesh and blood.

Their strength was formidable, yet they were not much better off than those at the Saint Son Level; they too needed secret treasures to resist the Heavenly Tribulation.

Most Saint Heirs possessed Heavy Artifacts woven with Laws, allowing them to struggle on for a while longer.

“You are from the Purple Mansion; I saw you in Jade Lake!”

Ye Fan reached this Great Elder and extended a finger, pointing at the center of his brows. He channeled electric light into the point, and with a BANG, the person exploded, bone shards scattering everywhere.

This was a murderous Thunder Sea. Once caught within, it was impossible to evade. Everyone was engulfed; even breathing felt like inhaling electric light.

“This is unfair!”

Many aged figures cried miserably. Seeing Ye Fan move at will amidst the electric storm, unharmed and continually killing, they despaired.

“He’s a monster! He is the one transcending the Heavenly Tribulation, yet he’s unafraid, while we can’t withstand it!”

“Struck by Heavenly Thunder, why doesn’t he perish? Such a monstrous existence shouldn’t be allowed to exist in this world!”

Countless people cursed and roared viciously; none could endure such Heavenly Punishment.

“CRACKLE! CRACKLE!…”

Ye Fan walked like the grim reaper in the darkness, harvesting lives. Wherever he passed, people fell dead, turning to ashes.

Actually, even without him acting, his mere approach caused many powerful cultivators to succumb. He was the center of the Thunder Sea, where the power of destruction was strongest.

Back when Ye Fan first broke the curses in the divine city and underwent the Heaven Rank tribulation, he had already attracted a Nine Five Heavenly Tribulation that made even Saint Lords turn pale.

From then on, with each Realm he ascended, the Heavenly Tribulations he faced became far more severe, to a point where few could now bear them.

Ye Fan himself was gritting his teeth, resisting with all his might. It had to be known that his physical body’s toughness had long surpassed that of the Saint Lords.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to flee, but it was impossible. Many were dragged along into the Heavenly Tribulation, unable to escape.

Ye Fan had understood this situation well from early on. During his first Heavenly Tribulation, the Black Emperor had mentioned that anyone within its range would inevitably be implicated.

In past years, the Never-Ending Great Emperor often suffered from thunder strikes; during any Heavenly Tribulation he underwent, anyone involved met with utter destruction.

If higher cultivation base cultivators tried to help resist, even more terrifying Heavenly Tribulations would descend, specifically targeting them.

For that reason, the Never-Ending Great Emperor had specially created Deceitful Heaven Array Patterns to avoid implicating innocents. Unfortunately, these people here could never comprehend them.

“Ah…” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai, hair disheveled, screamed in terror. His Golden Warship had been blasted apart. Now, he was activating his Lifebound Magical Treasure to resist the Heavenly Tribulation—a treasure gifted to him by the Dao Yi Saint Master.

“Are you no longer afraid of exposing your identity now?” Ye Fan countered the Heavenly Tribulation, closing in step by step.

“Ye Fan, you are too cruel! Do you know who has come? Do you intend to slaughter everyone?” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai was terrified.

Electric light wound around him, causing spasms; many parts of his body were already charred. Even the Sky Gathering Parasol, woven with Law, couldn’t withstand the assault and was slowly cracking open.

“It doesn’t matter who they are. If they set a death trap for me, they must be prepared for annihilation. Tell me, who orchestrated all this?” Ye Fan demanded.

“BOOM!”

Eighty-one consecutive bolts of crimson thunder cascaded down, far more terrifying than the current Thunder Sea. All of them struck Ye Fan, causing him to stagger.

Damn it, this is really unfair! Dao Yi Saint Heir’s eyes nearly popped out.

He fought desperately but was unable to withstand the dreadful Thunder Sea, facing total annihilation of form and spirit. Yet Ye Fan, when faced with even more terrifying crimson lightning, was merely staggered.

Li Donglai was overwhelmed with indignation, nearly driven insane. But he had no time to think, as the Thunder Sea shook him violently, his body cracking and bones becoming exposed, leaving him with no strength to resist.

His Sky Gathering Parasol was destroyed, leaving him defenseless. He could barely survive another moment; his physical body was no match for the Purple Sea.

“Speak quickly!” Ye Fan grabbed him.

“I really don’t know! We were just informed of the plan. We are all part of the Suicide Saint Alliance and are not aware of the leader’s True Body,” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai confessed everything in his terror.

“THWACK!”

Ye Fan struck down with a palm, shattering his head. He died a violent death.

“Damn it, Ye brat, hurry up and save me! This emperor can’t hold on much longer!” the big black dog howled.

Ye Fan knew he was fine, as he had been constantly observing the situation over there, but he still rushed over promptly.

The big black dog held the Ancient Emperor Order. Its auspicious glow resisted the Thunder Sea, preventing it from approaching, and Liu Yiyi was sheltered inside.

“Ah… This emperor is in so much pain!” The big black dog screamed miserably, his whole body convulsing.

He was originally unharmed. But Ye Fan was at the center of the thunderstorm; once he drew nearby, all sorts of thunder struck. Multicolored lights flashed continuously, including Five Elements electric light and even strands of Chaotic Electric Light.

“Damn it, get away, get away!” The big black dog screamed miserably. Carrying Yiyi on his back, he retreated, his legs scrambling as he sprinted away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, fleeing hastily.

“Brat, you’ve doomed me! This time I have to accompany you in undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation.” Despite rushing out, this time was unlike the last. Today, he had taken the initiative to resist and participated in the Heavenly Tribulation. No matter where he fled, he would have to experience his own.

This was the so-called “implication,” not limited by location. Now, even if a place could be found to inscribe the Deceitful Heaven Array Patterns, it was too late.

Ye Fan took out the “Immortal Treasure” obtained from the Myriad Dragon Nest and enveloped the Ancient Saint within it. He then suspended the Origin Qi Cauldron above his head, letting it undergo the Heavenly Tribulation alongside him.

He had discovered that every time he underwent a Heavenly Tribulation, this cauldron would engrave and intertwine some imprints of Law. This was a necessary step for its evolution towards an Extreme Dao Holy Weapon.

Not only that, Ye Fan also released his terrifying divine scan. The golden little lake at his brow transformed into an Immortal King, identical to him, seated before his forehead. It too underwent the thunder’s baptism.

He tempered himself with the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation, embracing a comprehensive sublimation. He was now entering the Four Extremes Great Perfection Realm; his Golden Blood Qi thrived, and his Combat Power was significantly enhanced.

“Ah…”

Miserable screams echoed one after another; this place was like a Human World Purgatory. Ye Fan’s Heavenly Tribulation was too terrifying; even Saint Master Level figures couldn’t withstand it, let alone others.

Ye Fan kept attacking, continually ending lives. Even two half-step sovereigns had already died, turned into tribulation ash.

“Ah…”

At this time, he saw the two Grand Elders from Wanchu and their sacred lady, Zhao Yanran. They were jointly utilizing several Heavy Artifacts to resist the tribulation, yet they were nearly facing annihilation of form and spirit.

“You…”

Everyone’s expression changed. Seeing Ye Fan approaching, they all trembled in fear.

“PFFT!”

Ye Fan, cold and ruthless, with the Origin Qi Cauldron hovering above his head, closed in step by step. He struck out with a palm-blade, and the sacred lady of Wanchu’s head flew from her shoulders.

“BANG!”

The headless corpse hadn’t had time to spray blood before being charred by electric light, and the severed head exploded with a bang.

“Sacred Lady!” The two Grand Elders from Wanchu cried out, but alas, they too failed to escape the Death Tribulation.

“BANG!”

Guided by Ye Fan, strands of Chaos Thunder Silk turned them into ashes, and they completely vanished from the world.

Ye Fan’s eyes were profound. He channeled the divine thunder throughout his body, continuously tempering his flesh, his divine sense, and the Origin Qi Cauldron, all while radiating splendor.

At this time, his flesh and bones flowed with a glow, stronger than before. The golden divine sense projection before his brow, though only fist-sized, was engulfing the thunder.

This sight was terrifying, as if it were about to absorb the entire Heavenly Tribulation. He inhaled thunder qi, forging his divine scan to be immensely strong and resilient.

At this moment, the golden little figure sat cross-legged, resembling colorful, flawless glass, radiant and dazzling.

As for the Mother Qi Cauldron, it too was changing. Intricate, mysterious, and unfathomable lines were being engraved into its inner walls. It was officially beginning to weave Dao and principle, evolving towards a Saint Master Level weapon!

Ye Fan was continuously transforming. His whole body was radiant and dazzling, each inch of his flesh flickering with treasured brilliance.

He advanced, seeing many corpses. Among them, he counted seven or eight Saint Son-Level figures who had been executed, turned to charcoal.

Finally, he saw a sovereign who had already escaped the Thunder Sea and was undergoing his own Heavenly Tribulation atop a distant snowy peak.

Undoubtedly, this was the effect of “implication.” No matter where you fled, it was useless; you would inevitably have to undergo a Heavenly Tribulation as well!

Ye Fan laughed heartily. His flesh was clear and spotless. Swallowing the Thunder Sea, he quickly rushed over, carrying myriad Divine Thunder with him.

“Let me give you a hand!”

“You…” This sovereign was terrified. He had never experienced a Heavenly Tribulation before. His own was already unbearable, forcing him to stop here and try to resolve it. How could he possibly endure the inhuman bolts of lightning Ye Fan brought with him?

“BOOM!”

The Thunder Sea attacked. Coincidentally, Chaotic Heavenly Thunder descended—supremely terrifying, dazzling. There were few mist threads, yet they smashed all things!

Such a Heavenly Tribulation made even Ye Fan cough blood. The Origin Qi Cauldron trembled, sustaining many imprints. Although this sovereign was powerful, he couldn’t resist.

“CRACK!”

After just nine strikes, his weapon turned to dust, eternally disappearing from heaven and earth.

Then, eighty-one strands of Chaos Thunder Silk continuously lashed down, striking him like a leaf in the wind, making him dance wildly.

“Ah… Little brat Ye, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go!” he shouted miserably.

“So you’re Dao Yi Saint Master’s junior martial brother. You are Li Muqing. I’ve seen you at Jade Lake!” Ye Fan sneered.

“Ah…”

After eighty-one strands of Chaos Thunder Silk struck, the sovereign Li Muqing turned to tribulation ash, erased from the world!

Ye Fan regulated his breath. The golden little figure at his brow was like the sea accepting all rivers, ingesting all the Chaotic Electric Light, continuously tempering itself.

His flesh and the cauldron likewise experienced this together, glowing like a god, radiating a dreamlike light, brilliantly shining.

At this moment, he was truly a walking deity in the Mortal World!

The Heavenly Tribulation couldn’t invade him; catastrophe couldn’t befall him as he walked through an endless sea of lightning.

He saw corpse after charred corpse. He continuously personally extinguished those still alive. In total, four half-step sovereigns had perished, their Dao obliterated.

“You… you’re a demon! Do you know how many you’ve killed? Do you know their identities? The Eastern Wastelands will quake greatly!” cried the sovereign. He was the second one Ye Fan was preparing to ‘send on his way’ by drawing the devastating thunderstorm toward him, even as the sovereign was already struggling with his own Heavenly Tribulation.

“I said, today a miracle will occur. I will slay all of you!” Ye Fan remained unmoved.

He was undergoing his Heavenly Tribulation to prove his Dao, while others constantly fell. Screams continuously echoed, painting a terrifying sight. (To be continued, to know what happens next, please visit www., explore chapters more, support the author, support genuine reading!)