CHAPTER 369: CHAPTER 327: BREAKING THE TRIBULATION_2

By continuously mobilizing Spiritual Power, conducting manipulative changes on a subtler level, consolidating and shaping it. This is actually a very good way to exercise Spiritual Power.

Moreover, the visualization of the Taiyi Celestial Venerable Painting can enhance Spiritual Power.

Upon visualizing the Taiyi Celestial Venerable, Gao Xuan’s Spiritual Power roamed freely, no longer troubled by the formless Celestial Demon.

Once the formless Celestial Demon follows his Spiritual Power back to the Sea of Consciousness, it will be obliterated by the Dharma Aspect of Taiyi Celestial Venerable.

Gao Xuan studied for many years and finally understood the essence of the Dharma Aspect of the Taiyi Celestial Venerable.

He integrated the Shenxiao Thunderbolt Righteous Method, Taiyi Celestial Venerable Curse, and the Taiyi Scripture, reimagining a Dharma Aspect.

This Dharma Aspect used himself as a template, corresponding to his own aura and charm, thus making it fit him completely.

In this world, most gains cannot be taken away. Enhancements to Spiritual Power are the most substantial.

Gao Xuan named this visualized Dharma Aspect the Thunder Divine Monarch. As a result, his Thunder Skill broke through the bottleneck, and his cultivation improved greatly.

Such manipulation of the Thunder and Lightning Technique, Gao Xuan did not know if it could be used upon returning to the real world.

But merely the subtle and exquisite changes in the Thunder Skill already allowed him to grasp the essence of Thunder Power.

A profound understanding of the essence of power is not subject to any environmental limitation.

The Thunder Skill is secondary; what Gao Xuan most wants to comprehend is the Water Heaven Sword.

This swordsmanship he created is still quite rudimentary. Only relying on the Hongyi Sword’s Divine Power can it become invincible.

Gao Xuan observes water by the Anlong Lake to gain a deeper understanding of the transformation of water and sky.

In the Mythical World, there are things that are profoundly mysterious and indescribable, yet exceedingly Spiritual Miao.

Gao Xuan always feels that his opportunity lies in Anlong Lake, without any particular reason.

To him, Li Yunchuan leaving was just an insignificant matter. Helping him was even more trivial.

Spring departs and returns, flowers wither and bloom again.

The cycle of the four seasons continues incessantly, and vegetation revolves perpetually.

However, people must age continuously amidst the passage of time until death. Regardless of kings or commoners, they cannot escape the return of their souls to the Void and their bodies to the earth.

"True Master, I’m leaving."

Covered in white hair, Xiaolian’s face is full of wrinkles, and her eyes are dim and clouded, but her features vaguely still resemble those of her youth.

For over a hundred years, Xiaolian has always been by Gao Xuan’s side.

Gao Xuan had gotten used to Xiaolian’s presence, used to her gradual aging, and knew she would eventually wither and die.

For this reason, he searched for some spiritual elixir for Xiaolian. Yet, such Acquired Power ultimately cannot stop the Life and Death Wheel.

Gao Xuan looked at the frail and aged Xiaolian, and for some reason, he was filled with emotion.

But at this point, Xiaolian’s body and Spirit had reached their limits, and he was powerless.

Gao Xuan could only gently stroke Xiaolian’s snowy white hair and softly say, "You’ve followed me for over a hundred years; it’s time for you to rest."

"I wish I could always be with you..."

Looking at Gao Xuan’s seemingly youthful face, unchanged since their first meeting a hundred years ago, Xiaolian’s words were incomplete, and tears streamed down her face.

"I still remember how we looked when we first met; I called you Junior Daoist; it was such a good time back then..."

Xiaolian’s clouded eyes suddenly shone with a joyful and lively light, and her entire being seemed radiant, as if she had become decades younger.

Holding Gao Xuan’s arm, she said, "Junior Daoist, I see my mother; we can finally reunite."

Thinking for a moment, Xiaolian added, "After I die, scatter my ashes in Anlong Lake, so I can always be with you..."

"Alright."

Gao Xuan had just responded when he realized the Spiritual Light in Xiaolian’s eyes slowly dimmed, though her face still carried a serene smile.

"Supreme Decree, transcend your true soul..."

Gao Xuan softly recited the Supreme Soul Passage Spell, and Xiaolian was quickly reduced to ashes in the endless flames, scattered all over Anlong Lake like flying snow.

Because of her close relationship with Gao Xuan, Xiaolian was his representative in An Province, and therefore, others respectfully called her the Saintess.

The Saintess ascended to immortality, and An Province City held an unprecedented ritual, during which numerous esteemed figures from the Buddhist and Daoist Sects chanted scriptures day and night.

Moreover, tens of thousands of people from and around An Province City came to the edge of Anlong Lake to pay their respects.

Gao Xuan sighed. Xiaolian’s posthumous honors were extremely grand, yet to Xiaolian, what meaning did they hold?

All rituals are ultimately seen by the living.

Since Xiaolian’s passing, Gao Xuan spoke no more. Yet his prestige continued to rise, with people traveling from afar to pay him homage.

More than a hundred cycles of spring and autumn passed like this. Suddenly, one day, a hundred-zhang tall wave rose over the waters of Anlong Lake, and a white Flood Dragon flew out from the lake’s depths.

The Flood Dragon, a hundred zhang in length, had a single horn, white scales, and eerie emerald eyes. It raised its head, continuously emitting Dragon Roars that resounded to the heavens.

All of An Province City could hear the awe-inspiring and domineering Dragon Roar. While they did not understand the meaning of the sound, everyone felt the intense malice conveyed through the Dragon Roar.

As the Dragon Roar grew stronger, the entire An Province City trembled.

The uninformed instinctively knelt and chanted loudly, "Gao True Monarch is invincible, all demons fear him, and all monsters flee..."

The chants gradually converged, subtly forming an opposition to the Dragon Roar.

The Flood Dragon did not understand the words but felt greatly agitated. Instinctively, it thrashed its long tail, churning up the vast lake water into towering waves rushing towards the shore.

When the huge waves reached the shore, they were blocked by an invisible wall, unable to land no matter how surging they were.

It was only then that the Flood Dragon sensed something wrong, its gaze falling on Gao Xuan at the Wenshui Pavilion.

Gao Xuan’s radiating mana was not concealed from it.

Without hesitation, the Flood Dragon unleashed its mana, each of its scales shimmering with Spiritual Light as the Water Magic Power gathered madly.

Gao Xuan saw the Flood Dragon wielding Water Elemental Source Power, like riding the wind controlling the clouds, like controlling the rain, pure and natural, exerting boundless power without deliberate transformation.

He could not help but gain insight, the various obstacles in the Water Heaven Sword dissipated, leaving only the pure and clear Heaven and Water Sword Intent.

Gao Xuan stood up and drew his sword, the sword light, clear like water, flowed along the Flood Dragon’s gigantic body.

The Flood Dragon suddenly froze, its enormous body splitting in two within the gentle and clear Sword Light.

Dragon Blood rained like a storm, dyeing the rolling waves of water a deep red.

The Dragon Pill within the Flood Dragon’s head transformed into a beam of cyan light, falling upon the Hongyi Sword. Pure and infinite Water Elemental Source Power rippled through the Hongyi Sword.

At the same time, dense dark clouds formed in the sky, producing layers of Thunder Light. The surging, violent Thunder Power continued to accumulate centered on Gao Xuan.

"This is the Celestial Tribulation."

Gao Xuan suddenly comprehended, and he recited aloud, "

Three hundred years in search of the true path, seeing the dragon in water, realizing the divine spirit.

Knowing himself to be no ordinary guest, he raised his sword to break the tribulation and transcend the mortal world."

The poem echoed across the heavens, heard clearly by everyone in An Province City.

Most people did not understand the meaning of the poem, yet they vaguely realized that Gao Xuan was about to leave...

As the recitation ended, the endless Thunder Light descended from the sky.

The people in An Province City saw a streak of Sword Light rise against the heavens, slicing through ten thousand thunders and dense dark clouds, leaving behind a leisurely infinite Cyan Celestial.

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