Chapter 827: Chapter 652: The Demon Lord’s Wings

The deep blue thunder and lightning of the All Heavens illuminate the world of the endless night, as if a gigantic Thunder Pool hangs above the canopy of the sky.

The range of the Heavenly Tribulation is vast, and the spirit ghosts and demons in the mountains are swept away by the lightning, with their forms dissipating and souls vanishing completely.

Zangxin’s expression was extremely grim, for the thunder on the mountain was the Heavenly Tribulation meant for those within the Tribulation Realm.

With his current cultivation at the God Union Realm of the Second Realm, not to mention the periphery of the soul-initiating Heavenly Tribulation, even venturing deep into the heart of the tribulation would leave him unharmed.

Yet, amidst this sea of tribulation, he was unexpectedly filled with an overwhelming sense of reverence and awe.

Just the residual lightning and thunder on his body left indelible scorched marks on his flesh, not to mention making it to the mountain’s peak.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps approached him.

Zangxin turned slightly, watching Shu Ci walking out unhurriedly, as if no one else was there, approaching the range affected by the tribulation. She lightly reached out with her tender, delicate hand into the lightning.

Her fingertips shimmered with the glow of thunder debris, fearlessly facing the power of the tribulation, unlike Zangxin, who was left with charred marks from the lightning on his body.

This small gesture made Zangxin’s pupils shrink fiercely, his gaze fixed on Shu Ci’s pristine hand, harboring a deep sense of wary reverence.

All along, Shu Ci’s cultivation was a mystery. Zangxin never had the chance to confront her and never learned her hidden depth.

He only knew that the gap between himself and Shu Ci in recent years was insurmountable.

Yet he never expected her strength to be hidden so profoundly!

Or perhaps… she had no interest in hiding, the occasional revelation of her strength was enough to shock and terrify.

Such an uncontrollable person, yet she willingly supported the Young Lord in secret without knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Shu Ci gently rubbed her fingertips, sniffing briefly, a sharp gleam suddenly flashing through her seemingly perpetually sleepy, half-closed eyes.

Her lashes lowered, casting a shadow of gloom, making the dark gray bags beneath her eyes appear even deeper.

“The aura of the Netherworld Dragon is strong…”

“Netherworld Dragon!” All the demons present turned pale as fear gripped them: “How could it be the Netherworld Dragon! Wasn’t it killed in the earth veins? How could it appear on Tian Gan Mountain!”

Ning Feiyan furrowed her brows, feeling an inexplicable tightness in her chest.

Even as the mountain thundered blindingly, she couldn’t tear her eyes away, instinctively focusing intently toward the peak struck by the Heavenly Tribulation, where a small silhouette stood seemingly at the mercy of the world’s immense power.

The thunderclouds gathered continuously toward the mountaintop, a dragon-shaped thunder hadn’t dissipated as several more pillar-like terrifying bolts of lightning descended from the clouds, the lightning from the Thunder Pool spilling out like shining moonlight.

Standing directly under the Heavenly Tribulation, even far away across a mountain, Ning Feiyan could feel the unbearable oppressive force of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Heavenly Tribulation was full of lethal intent, causing her hair to stand on end in an instant.

Among those present, none dreaded the Netherworld Dragon more than Mi Lu, whose expression was mixed with fear and malice:

“Could it be that the Netherworld Dragon is undergoing a tribulation here? Why are we hesitating?! We must rush in and stop this tribulation from happening!”

Shu Ci brushed away the thunder debris from her fingertips, her pupils, shaded with a layer of deep gray, shifted slightly, casting a glance at Mi Lu, she sneered:

“This is not an ordinary tribulation. These thunders and lightnings have the same ability as the Netherworld Dragon, capable of devouring Demonic Qi and demon power, growing and multiplying. If Your Highness charges in mindlessly, you would only feed this Thunder Pool’s tribulation.”

Mi Lu’s expression froze, not daring to make any further movements.

Ning Feiyan suddenly said: “The situation is likely not so simple. Someone is undergoing a tribulation in the mountains. If they cannot withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, this artificially formed tribulation will not disappear, but only continue to accumulate in the Demon World, devouring the Demonic Qi of heaven and earth until everything is dead.”

Mi Lu exclaimed: “I’ve never heard of such a Heavenly Tribulation!”

Ning Feiyan cast him a bland glance: “You see it now, don’t you?”

Mi Lu was left speechless, frustration stifling him.

After being silent for a long time, Zangxin suddenly made a move, taking out a small azure sword from the Qiankun Bag, the sword body enveloped in a gentle heavenly aura and sword Qi vaguely forming a blooming lotus.

With the sword technique in his mouth, the small sword at his fingertips was launched, cutting through lightning and thunder, flying deep into the mountains.

As the sword rose with the wind, its light transformed into a massive azure sword, like a monument or temple, with an azure dragon holding the sword and standing majestically between heaven and earth.

The azure lotus sword Qi surged continuously, soaring straight into the Thunder Pool.

Ning Feiyan squinted: “Zangxin River Lord, what a skillful technique. If I am not mistaken, this azure flying sword is forged from the Sword Soul Stone on Bai Tuo Mountain, imbued with Taixuan Sect’s protective Lotus Fire, and the azure dragon inscriptions on the sword body look most like the markings from the Azure Dragon Hall of Cangwu Palace.

This accumulation of the righteous Three Sects’ treasured craft into one sword only makes me more curious about what identity the Zangxin River Lord hides in the Mortal World.”

The Netherworld Dragon, born from the Nine Nether Abyss, derives its power from consuming the foul demonic impurities, growing stronger with Demonic Qi?

And yet the combination of the world’s most righteous three energies into one sword, though not enough to kill the Netherworld Dragon, can effectively diminish its energy and tribulation form.

Zangxin paid no heed to Ning Feiyan’s probing words, focusing intensely on directing the small sword, his forehead straining with bulging veins.

“I will suppress this tribulation with the Azure Dragon Lotus Fire Sword, I beseech you all to quickly establish the Sealing Heaven Barrier, to expel all the demonic and foul air from the tribulation, and not let it…”