Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Transforming into Tribulation

Zhang Yang, the moon-returning dragon, Lu Hengkong, Tiger Howl Wind, and the others stared at her in disbelief, thinking they must have misheard.

Two heavens?

Was this some kind of joke?

It wasn’t funny at all.

However, a look of cold indifference crept onto Yaoruoxian’s palm-sized delicate face. Even if she had undergone transformation, it was impossible for her to change so completely so quickly.

She explained her indifference with a detached tone.

This was her usual demeanor. In her eyes, a group of ordinary mortals had no right to demand an explanation from her, an unparalleled immortal.

“Ahem.”

Zhang Yang coughed twice.

Yaoruoxian’s indifferent expression instantly crumbled. She intuitively sensed that if she didn’t speak up soon, the next word out of his mouth would be “slave.”

This was her tribulation.

Her usual preference for brevity was imperceptibly influenced by Zhang Yang. Expressionless, she finally spoke:

“Before the Eternal Night, Buddhist practice flourished brilliantly. Buddhas and immortals were the strongest force within the human race’s immortal path. After the Eternal Night, there have been no Buddhas or immortals, and even their inheritance was severed. The Eternal Night strangled the Buddhas and immortals. However, I comprehended the Saints’ laws from the Buddhist sayings that remained. Though incomplete, I received the heavens’ favor to help perfect them.”

This matter was already known to all.

Indeed, it was after the Eternal Night that the first non-saint managed to create the Saints’ laws. It had been such a sensational event that the entire world could not help but react.

Once she mentioned it, realization dawned on the people.

Of course, Buddhist practice had been strangled by the Eternal Night.

So why had the heavens favored Yaoruoxian, helping her perfect the Saints’ laws?

Wasn’t that contradictory?

And now, what was happening?

The Eternal Night had strangled the immortal path, yet immortal powers that once sealed the evil races before the Eternal Night had reappeared. Immortal shadows were now emerging again, seemingly preparing to seal the evil once more.

“Indeed, there are two heavens,” Zhang Yang murmured.

The moon-returning dragon asked, “Brother Zhang, what have you realized?”

Zhang Yang replied solemnly, “Heavenly tribulations.”

He thought back to his Ascending to Heaven calamity.

He had faced dark heavenly tribulations that ultimately manifested as the Ten-Thousand-Meter Ghost King, appearing as a tribulation to kill him.

However, the Seventh Prince had not encountered dark tribulations—he had undergone a regular heavenly tribulation.

That was clearly a difference in treatment.

Moreover, their style and intent were entirely distinct.

The Seventh Prince sought indiscriminate slaughter across the world, willing to kill billions without hesitation. He had shown no mercy. In the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, he had even used the power of a dark heavenly tribulation, one he himself had caused during his Ascending to Heaven calamity to escape into the black lines and markings hidden within the ruins.

Since the beginning of his cultivation journey, Zhang Yang had subconsciously formed his goal: to break the Eternal Night, to make all beings into dragons and saints, to shatter rigid hierarchies, and give ordinary people the chance to defy heaven.

Every time he saw the Seventh Prince, killing intent surged uncontrollably in his heart.

Their differences clearly stemmed from the fact that they were targeted by two opposing heavenly wills.

One belonged to the strong Eternal Night.

But the Day of Weakness was vast.

He looked up at the sky, where white clouds gathered and churned, lightning flashing endlessly, and immortal shadows flickered in and out of view.

He murmured to himself, “This must be the vast heavenly will guarding the vast world.”

“And the other is the will of the Eternal Night, which strangles all power that dares oppose it, while ignoring the destruction it allows to spread through the world.”

Everyone except Yaoruoxian looked confused and bewildered, as though Zhang Yang were speaking nonsense. They could not understand a word of it.

Zhang Yang did not explain further.

Now, he had gained a deeper understanding of the vast world and of the Eternal Night.

The desire to break the Eternal Night burned more fiercely within him than ever before.

At that moment, the celestial shadows in the sky flickered, and it seemed as though a divine voice echoed across the ages, ancient, distant, unclear yet powerful enough to ignite the force of the Realm of Thunder.

Boom!

Thunder fell like rain, and the area it struck was precisely where the dark Forbidden Law Patterns had spread.

What immense power! A vast portion of the dark Forbidden Law Patterns shattered and dispersed instantly.

However, deep within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, the Supreme Emperor roared again and again, his voice nearly insane. He unleashed even more overwhelming dark power that surged upward, as if trying to challenge the sealing force left by the immortals.

Zhang Yang observed this in shock, stunned by the clash between the sky of the Eternal Night and the vast celestial sky. But after calming himself, he focused on the raging thunderstorm, clearing all distractions from his mind.

This thunder, born of the Nine Heavens, was immortal thunder. But once it descended to earth, it became mortal thunder. The transformation hidden in that process carried the mysteries of both the Eternal Night and the vast sky. This insight allowed Zhang Yang to comprehend the Realm of Thunder on a deeper level.

Combining what he had grasped in his past and present lives about immortal thunder with the fact that his Slaughter Thunder Saint Power had already reached seventy percent of the Great Perfection, he found it difficult, but not impossible to grasp the next threshold.

In fact, he found the entry point with surprising ease and began to delve deeper.

At times, Zhang Yang found it all too incredible.

The Eternal Night had strangled the Great Perfection at the saint level, severing the path to becoming an immortal.

Logically, it should have been much harder for him to deduce anything related to Great Perfection. Not just because of his current realm, there were also cognitive challenges, and the Eternal Night would not tolerate it.

Yet somehow, within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, he had managed to reach seventy percent of the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power based on experiences from his past and present lives alone.

Looking back now, it seemed unbelievable.

But on second thought, the Abyss of the Buried Immortals was filled with strange and wondrous phenomena. The opportunities it offered were beyond imagination almost as if they had been destined.

Just like now.

It remained connected to the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

Zhang Yang focused once more, and as he immersed himself, another wave of profound insight arose.

The comprehension of the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power advanced effortlessly from seventy to eighty percent.

One had to know reaching one hundred percent signified perfection and complete mastery.

Such smooth progress made Zhang Yang feel as if he were dreaming.

And yet, the powerful feeling of understanding did not diminish.

He gazed toward the horizon, where clouds rolled and thunder surged.

Then he looked down at the ground, where the dark Forbidden Law Patterns were nearly destroyed. No matter how the Supreme Emperor roared and howled within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, it could not change this fact.

“The joint sealing by the immortals must have merged with the vast sky,” he murmured, “thus manifesting as a heavenly strike.”

“In truth, this is akin to a hidden heavenly tribulation just like the kind that prevents cultivators from defying heaven. Therefore, this must be a heavenly tribulation belonging to the vast sky.”

The mention of heavenly tribulations naturally brought Zhang Yang’s thoughts back to his own experiences.

His Ascending to Heaven calamity had faced the strangling force of the Eternal Night.

The final blow within that ordeal had been delivered by the Ten-Thousand-Meter Ghost King, which had transformed into a tribulation meant to destroy him.

Then… could he also transform into a tribulation?

Zhang Yang’s heart surged with excitement.

Once the thought emerged, he could no longer suppress it. The urge to try overwhelmed him.

Thunder in the sky was immortal thunder.

When it descended, it became mortal thunder.

Yet mortal thunder was still powerful enough to destroy the dark Forbidden Law Patterns reaching the level of Holy Lightning.

His Slaughter Thunder Saint Power had already reached eighty percent of the Great Perfection. The Slaughter Sacred Thunder he could summon was, in some ways, stronger than mortal thunder because under the Eternal Night’s influence, immortal thunder was inevitably degraded into mortal thunder, strangled before it could reach Great Perfection.

Otherwise, how could the forces of the Eternal Night so thoroughly dominate, preventing any new immortals from being born in the vast world?

Thus, he was certain—he could try.

And so, he stepped forward.

Under the stunned gazes of Yaoruoxian, the moon-returning dragon, Lu Hengkong, Tiger Howl Wind, and the others, Zhang Yang entered the rain-like downpour of thunder.

The Slaughter Sacred Thunder on his body surged upward, soaring into the sky, actively welcoming the crashing bolts of lightning. Upon impact, there were bursts of thunderous explosions and moments of fusion. Not much—just a little, but enough for Zhang Yang to merge with it.

The entire process unfolded with surprising ease.

So effortless that Zhang Yang was momentarily speechless, having been prepared to retreat at any moment to preserve his life.

Yet he truly transformed into a tribulation fusing with the thunder.

Not only did this allow him to extinguish the final remnants of the dark Forbidden Law Patterns, but it also granted him deeper insight into the mysteries of the Realm of Thunder.

His Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, already at eighty percent of Great Perfection, advanced further achieving an unexpected and significant enhancement.