Chapter 173
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Chapter 173: The End of the Heavenly Tribulation Is Him
Boom!
The Thousand Wolves Pillar struck the lightning spear with immense force, causing it to tremble violently and crack, though it did not shatter completely. The impact sent ripples of lightning cascading backward like a rushing river.
Zhang Yang did not hesitate. He grasped the Thousand Wolves Pillar once more and swung it with all his might.
Crack!
The lightning spear exploded into fragments.
The shattered pieces transformed into countless shards of black lightning, each as sharp as an arrow. They rained down upon the earth with thunderous impacts—"Bang! Bang! Bang!"—striking both the ground and the Mountain River Pill Furnace.
The Forbidden Law Patterns on the furnace roared, erupting in a dazzling flash of light. The bottom layer of the Mountain River Pill Furnace exploded, revealing a dense network of tens of thousands of Forbidden Law Patterns. The ground beneath them rumbled and cracked open.
A transformation had begun.
Beneath the Forbidden Law Patterns, the earth split apart, revealing roaring flames that were far from ordinary fire.
This was dragon fire.
Occasionally, a wisp of Dao Fire burst through the Forbidden Law Patterns, transforming into a fire dragon that soared through the air. Wherever the fire dragon passed, it ignited the Forbidden Law Patterns, turning them into Dragon Fire Forbidden Laws.
The entire Mountain River Pill Furnace became saturated with dragon might, and the air echoed with dragon roars, as though countless dragons were awakening from their slumber.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang, after shattering the lightning spear, collided with the torrent of black lightning behind him.
Bang!
He was hurled from the sky, crashing onto the Forbidden Law Patterns of the Mountain River Pill Furnace. The impact caused the patterns to surge violently, and the flames erupted even more ferociously, engulfing the entire furnace.
He knelt on one knee, propping himself up with the Thousand Wolves Pillar, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Inside his body, his bloodline surged with increasing ferocity. The mysterious power that had previously surfaced reappeared, growing even stronger, as if it were on the verge of fully manifesting.
As a result, the blood energy radiating from him intensified, and his combat power soared. His muscles swelled, and a faint golden light shimmered across his skin. His blood energy swirled around him, forming the shapes of the sun, moon, and stars, as though he were transforming into the Primal Universe itself.
But there was no time to reflect on the mysteries of his bloodline.
Because—
The eighth strike arrived.
A giant hammer forged from intertwining black lightning descended from the sky.
Unlike before, this hammer had been born amidst immeasurable lightning, absorbing all of it into its form. Its surface was etched with black Forbidden Law Patterns, patterns that felt eerily familiar to Zhang Yang, as if he had encountered them somewhere before.
Behind the giant hammer, a chain of black lightning appeared, woven together like countless Forbidden Law Patterns, extending deep into the rolling dark clouds—connecting to a mysterious and unknown source.
Whoosh!
The black hammer descended, and at that moment, Zhang Yang felt a chill in his heart.
For an instant, it was as if a terrifying presence loomed behind him.
Zhang Yang let out a wild roar. His bloodline, sensing the immense danger, erupted like a raging sea, churning with monstrous waves. His fighting spirit and combat power surged to unprecedented heights.
With a powerful stomp, he unleashed a storm of Forbidden Flames, setting the entire Mountain River Pill Furnace ablaze as he charged forward once more.
At that moment, the Thousand Wolves Pillar, now ten meters long, shone with dazzling brilliance.
Zhang Yang channeled all his divine powers into it—
The Diamond Dragon Divine Power’s Golden Light.
The Baxiang Divine Fire’s Radiant Flames.
The Slaughter Thunder Power’s Killing Thunder.
The Ice Spirit Power’s Freezing Cold.
He compressed this vast power at the front of the pillar, merging it with his full strength, the unstoppable combat power of his bloodline, and his indomitable will.
With every ounce of his essence, life, and fighting spirit, he unleashed a single, earth-shattering strike.
This was, without a doubt, the most powerful attack Zhang Yang had ever executed since stepping into the world of martial arts.
The Thousand Wolves Pillar tore through the void, generating a mighty windstorm, and clashed head-on with the black giant hammer.
The black hammer, originally forged from heaven’s lightning power, bore black Forbidden Law Patterns resembling skulls. It emitted a piercing roar, disturbing the mind and summoning the force of death from the void, amplifying its terrifying might.
And then, in that fleeting moment, Zhang Yang suddenly understood why everything felt so familiar.
The black Forbidden Law Patterns—
They were none other than the ghostly inscriptions from the Ghostly Divine Platform!
So similar.
So close.
What was going on?
Could it be related to the Ghostly Divine Platform?
Or perhaps… was the Ghost King of the Ghostly Divine Platform derived from the mysteries of the heavenly tribulation itself?
What exactly was the connection between the two?
These thoughts flickered through Zhang Yang’s mind for only a moment.
The Thousand Wolves Pillar had already clashed fiercely with the giant hammer.
Bang!
The black lightning giant hammer suddenly deflated, collapsing inward. But before Zhang Yang could react, the skeletal Forbidden Law Patterns on its surface transformed into countless small black hammers, all hurtling toward him.
This took Zhang Yang completely by surprise.
Instinctively, he released the Thousand Wolves Pillar, swinging his fists in a Critical Hit.
Bang, bang, bang…!
The battle left Zhang Yang utterly baffled.
Was this really a heavenly tribulation?
Or was he fighting someone?
Why did it feel so different from the heavenly tribulations that Lou Pingfan had described?
Moreover, through the communication stone, he had spoken with Xue Feishuang, Yuluan, and others in the Vast Forest. They had mentioned that the Seventh Prince was undergoing tribulation—what Lou Pingfan had referred to as a true heavenly tribulation, which did not involve black lightning.
So what exactly was this?
Now, Zhang Yang couldn’t even tell if his heavenly tribulation held some hidden meaning.
But he had no time to dwell on it.
He could only fight.
His Nine Extremes True Essence granted him overwhelming strength, allowing him to maintain terrifying combat power, even as it drained at an alarming rate. As the power of Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers waned, he continued throwing punch after punch, shattering the small black hammers while black lightning rained down around him.
In the process, his fists cracked, blood splattered, and the bones in his arms creaked under the strain. His internal organs churned, on the verge of rupture. His head throbbed from the repeated shocks, and his bloodline surged violently.
But amidst the chaos, the mysterious power within him became clearer than ever, transmitting an inexplicable might—a force ancient, distant, and profoundly mysterious.
His combat power underwent a drastic transformation.
With a single punch, he shattered the void, obliterating every last black hammer.
As he landed, the eighth strike ended.
The Thousand Wolves Pillar rolled to the ground beside him. Without hesitation, Zhang Yang picked it up again.
He didn’t have time to comprehend the mystery of his bloodline—
Because the final and most terrifying ninth strike was approaching.
With each successive lightning strike, massive torrents of black lightning rained down on the Mountain River Pill Furnace, as if it, too, were being forced to undergo tribulation.
The Flame Forbidden Law Patterns began to shift and renew, becoming even more enigmatic and mystical. The entire Mountain River Pill Furnace trembled, showing signs of revival.
Then—
The rolling dark clouds suddenly converged, drawing in countless black lightning bolts, forming a concentrated vortex of heavenly tribulation—
And then—
BOOM!
The vortex exploded violently.
The ninth strike had arrived.
A heavy weight settled in Zhang Yang’s heart.
A sense of impending doom gripped him, as if the heavens themselves were descending to crush him.
And then—he saw it.
And his heart froze.
What appeared before him was a colossal figure, standing ten thousand meters tall.
As the swirling black mist parted and the dense lightning retreated, Zhang Yang finally understood—
He understood why he had seen ghostly inscriptions in the eighth strike.
Because what had emerged from the tribulation was not just black lightning.
At the end of the heavenly tribulation—
It turned out to be… a person.
