Heavenly punishment tribulation

Chapter 2: Heavenly Punishment Tribulation

Moments later, the middle-aged man and Falo Reid Duo arrived at the Martial Arena with great enthusiasm.

However, Falo Reid was taken aback when he realized that the usual cheering and admiration from other outer sect disciples were absent. The martial arena was teeming with outer and inner sect disciples, all eagerly anticipating a captivating spectacle.

Spanning an area equivalent to ten football fields, the martial arena boasted breathtaking scenery, encircled by majestic mountains. At its center flowed a river resembling a dragon, brimming with potent spiritual energy.

The sight of numerous inner sect disciples gathered in one place surprised Falo Reid. They stood at the front, on an elevated peak, enjoying the best view. Meanwhile, the outer sect disciples could only stand behind them and observe.

"Over there, young master Falo Reid," the middle-aged man called out, pointing towards a corner.

Falo Reid turned his gaze and, in that instant, laid eyes on the figure everyone had assembled to witness. He was momentarily star-struck.

Seated cross-legged at the deepest point of the arena, surrounded by nine powerful formation flags and a golden barrier, the young man emitted an imposing aura. Each of these flags was an emperor-level treasure, capable of triggering devastating battles and bloodshed if unleashed.

With a moderately built physique, the young man possessed a strikingly handsome, otherworldly face. His jade-white skin and perfectly chiseled features were accentuated by his azure hair, which billowed in the wind.

Dressed in a combination of red and white fitting armor, he stood out among the multitude of onlookers.

Sporting an expressionless countenance, his sharp features exuded a faint fighting intent. Upon seeing him, Falo Reid couldn't help but feel a sense of hope, as if the young man held the key to overcoming the heavens and achieving the elusive realm that had evaded Falo Reid for years. He wasn't alone in this sentiment; many others present also shared his aspirations. However, envy simmered among those who secretly prayed for his demise, believing that his talent warranted heavenly retribution.

"Silence! It begins," an ancient voice infused with spiritual energy reverberated across the entire martial arena, silencing the crowd.

As the silence settled, all eyes turned to the sky. Sure enough, ominous tribulation clouds gathered, forming a total of nine thunderous masses that engulfed the entire Skyfall Sect. While not comparable to the clouds invoked when breaking through to the celestial realm, their power was awe-inspiring.

Each tribulation cloud emanated an aura as potent as that of a Martial King preparing to strike.

The disciples' faces paled upon seeing the tribulation clouds, which were several times more terrifying than before. Yet, beneath their fear, excitement flickered, and their hearts brimmed with anticipation for the impending spectacle.

Rumble.

The atmospheric disturbance unleashed a deafening roar, causing weaker disciples to tremble with a sense of foreboding. The new disciples, experiencing this for the first time, retreated in fear of being caught in the lightning's path.

"What grave sin did he commit in his past or present life to provoke such swift heavenly tribulation?" Many disciples gasped inwardly, pondering the severity of his circumstances.

"There's no way the Grand Elder's son can survive this, right? Only core elders in the sect can unleash such a formidable attack," a female disciple mused, voicing the doubts shared by all present.

The young man at the center of attention remained calm, focused on refining his martial seed. Gradually, it shrunk until, finally, it reached the threshold of the Foundation Realm, signaling the beginning of his breakthrough. He opened his eyes wide, casting a solemn gaze toward the heavens.

As he beheld the celestial display prepared specifically for him, a mixture of emotions overcame him. It seemed that the heavens were determined to challenge him, aware of the powerful trump cards he possessed.

Glancing at the formation flags, he sighed, muttering to himself, "Even after concealing my aura with the nine-nine layered Phantom Barrier, you still managed to locate me. Do you desire my demise so greatly? Is it because I hail from another world?"

It had been 16 years since his soul transmigrated from Earth to the Great Yan Continent, a realm inhabited by formidable humans and terrifying beasts.

Having been reborn into the body of a baby with his original name, Adriel Long, he had been an introverted nerd back on Earth, engrossed in games and fantasy novels. The discovery of this new world, particularly the prospect of becoming a beast tamer capable of cultivating beasts, had filled him with excitement. Unfortunately, he had not awakened the talent of a beast tamer or been bestowed with a powerful system like the protagonists of Earth's novels.

However, fate had compensated him with extraordinary martial arts talent. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the heavens opposed his advancement, repeatedly resetting his cultivation whenever he attempted to break through the Martial Core Realm. He had contemplated giving up numerous times, but an unexplainable sensation convinced him that ceasing his cultivation might lead to a sudden demise—an outcome he dreaded. Moreover, he had grown attached to this world, blessed with a remarkable mother, the Grand Elder of Skyfall Sect, Long Fei, and an exceptional half-sister, Fan Linxu, who possessed unparalleled talent and beauty.

Despite enduring countless lightning strikes and narrowly escaping death on multiple occasions, he found himself oddly drawn to the experience, feeling an exhilarating thrill throughout.

His questions remained unanswered as the heavens grew louder. With a sigh, he declared, "Too bad, I'm here to stay."

Rumble!

As he lost himself in thought, an ear-splitting thunderclap resounded, seemingly responding to his words, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

In that very moment, his martial seed compressed fully, ready to sprout and bring new life—provided the heavens permitted it.

With a calm mind, he shouted at the heavens, "Enough with the suspense! Strike me already, you damn heavens!"

Onlookers were left shocked and dumbfounded. Was he truly so eager to embrace death? Couldn't he adopt a more low-key approach or desperately plead for forgiveness? The tribulation cloud this time appeared more formidable than any before, and even Martial Kings would struggle to survive beneath its might, let alone him.

Tchalla!

As if the young man's impatience had reached its limit, a dazzling lightning bolt streaked down at breakneck speed!

Zee zzee!

Simultaneously, the nine emperor-level formation flags around him quivered, emitting brilliant golden lights that soared a hundred feet above. Eighty-nine golden barriers materialized and enclosed him, resembling a protective turtle shell.

Boom!

Amidst the fervent gazes of the elders and disciples, the earth-shattering lightning struck the first barrier. The barrier held for a moment before shattering, unable to withstand the sheer force of the bolt. Relentlessly, the lightning plowed through the remaining golden barriers, causing them to splinter like fragile glass.

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