Stronger from Earth

Chapter 421 - 415: Crossing the Tribulation

The scope of the Mountain Gate of Immortal Martial Mountain has become increasingly large, and the distance between Black and White Mountain and Cyan Ox Peak, Frost Snow Peak is now thirteen to fourteen times that of the past.

Soon, the vibrant fourth generation disciples will become the source of activity for Immortal Martial Mountain, exploring the unfamiliar world that brings them wonder.

Wang Xuan glanced casually at the back mountain; in just half a month, nearly a thousand steles had been erected there, all left by the True Disciples in exchange for pills.

As for the disciples offering up the Stone of Space, there were only two or three.

When he thought of old friends, he realized he hadn’t been in touch with many. As his cultivation level rapidly increased, the frequency of friends proactively reaching out had diminished, giving him a sense of loneliness at the top.

If one day he lived to be a thousand or ten thousand years old, how many would still be around? And how many could he connect with?

Wang Xuan mused, and couldn’t help but chuckle. He was getting possessed, perhaps about to break through, hence the Heart Demon came seeking him?

"What are you chuckling at? The wedding is in half a month, and there are quite a few matters to take care of." Lin Cheng grumbled.

Wang Xuan pulled her onto a rocking chair to lie down, while he moved a rattan chair to lie down under the tree with Lin Cheng.

"I’ve left all the trivial matters for Number One to handle. It can plan appropriately, and I have already written the invitations, inviting all the friends I know to join the festivities.

In welcoming you to the family, I must ensure it’s splendid, making all women envious."

Lin Cheng laughed childishly, and even now with a child, she said with a youthful air: "I want everyone to know I am your wife. This way, those seductive women will retreat in defeat.

Oh my, my belly is so big, it’ll be so embarrassing on the wedding day, I’m mortified."

Saying this, she looked proud, wearing an expression of making you envy my child.

Having a child right after marriage, joy upon joy, how could this not be delightful?

Wang Xuan shook his head, lamenting, "Ah, women!"

Since planning to marry and have a child, he should settle his heart.

In the past, his cultivation level advanced too fast, unmatched by his wisdom and experience, resulting in many moments of mental inflation. Now, having reached the age of thirty, he is far more stable than before.

Casually chatting, Lin Cheng mentioned Shoujo Wei’s mysterious disappearance; Wang Xuan sensed the seal he placed being forcibly lifted, surely by True Immortal Power.

More likely, a high-level member of the Celestial God Race snuck onto Earth and took Shoujo Wei away. After all, she was a direct heir of the Celestial God Race and couldn’t be ignored.

"Celestial Divine Realm, Abyss, Demon Realm—all these Divine Level Civilization Worlds harbor intentions towards Earth Civilization.

If Earth’s source devours and thoroughly digests the sources of Evolution Realm, Wizard Realm, Hell Realm, Ten Thousand Beasts Realm, etc., it should also ascend to Divine Level Civilization."

Wang Xuan’s mind was a whirl; he knew that before and at the moment of ascension, a great calamity would come, which would be the greatest test for all Earth’s lifeforms.

Would the world be shattered and perish, or stand equal with many civilizations, determined in one battle?

Strong figures of all races are among them, strategizing and deploying methods. It depends on who is more skilled at that time and who has greater top-level combat power.

"Earth civilization now accelerates expansion, transforming various realms into nourishment for ascension. It quietly slows down, neither hastily taking the final step, but rather rapidly digesting the spoils of realm wars to enhance war potential."

The haste caused by insufficiency of time and the slow step near the cliff happen simultaneously amidst contradiction.

In the evening, Wang Xuan strolled within Immortal Martial Mountain, sensing one True Immortal aura after another; all second-generation disciples of Immortal Martial Mountain were True Immortals, and some third-generation disciples like Wu Zhutian and Hou Zhaohua also entered the True Immortal Domain.

"Though Immortal Martial Mountain seems to have few people, it boasts many high-level combat powers due to elite education, but it can’t withstand consumption."

With one step forward, the white Creation Magical Power turned into a Lotus Platform, carrying him hundreds of miles away, where the plants thrived so vigorously it was astonishing.

Although Cyan Ox Peak has risen annually, now reaching almost four hundred meters, it lacks popularity, and few are seen, only the strong atmosphere from Chen Qingniu’s cultivation covering the forest.

Chen Qingniu is also in his thirties now, without a partner or any possessions, with all assets invested in cultivation, wholeheartedly enhancing combat power.

"Old Sixth, I’ve come to see you."

Wang Xuan landed, carried by the white Lotus Platform, which then spread as mist, gradually covering the entire Cyan Ox Peak, visibly sprouting various Immortal Spirit Treasure Medicines like rain-growing bamboo shoots.

One talisman after another formed, and billions of Array Dao Patterns spread like webs across the entire mountain, locking in Spirit Charm and gathering Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. Just this Grand Array made Cyan Ox Peak a blessed cultivation land.

"Junior Brother takes good care of me." Chen Qingniu was originally meditating and refining Qi, now taking out a rush cushion and signaling Wang Xuan to sit down.

Though only a few years apart, they were separated by two Great Realms; although just two realms apart, Wang Xuan seemed to possess heaven-reaching methods. Their combat power gap was now greater than ever before.

Wang Xuan laughed saying, "Back then, Junior Brother was impoverished; Senior Brother often extended a helping hand. Moreover, were it not for Senior Brother, I wouldn’t have had the chance to enter this Immortal Martial Mountain."

Old friendship transcends simple human interaction, containing memories of their past youth, deeply wrapped in nostalgia and reluctance.

"Everything that happened in the past seems right before my eyes, whether it’s a good memory or an upsetting grievance." Chen Qingniu lamented.

Back then in Immortal Martial Combat Hall, he was still a carefree person aspiring to become a Sword Immortal, with the care of master and father above. But as his father left, many truths became clear, and he no longer indulged himself.

At the end of the ten-year agreement, either he dies or Zhao Hao perishes! Crossing that hurdle, he can be reborn, pursuing his own life.

If he fails? Then there is no future, as one dies the lamp extinguishes, and the world slowly erases his existence’s traces, until it seems a person named Chen Qingniu never walked this earth.

This is tragic, yet it’s the world’s cruelty and fairness. This world belongs to the living; caring for the dead holds no good nor evil, naturally ignored, only mourned by family.

"The past is part of us, yet we need to focus on the future. You will have a splendid future, becoming an immortal respected by all, being an immortal you wish to be.

Decades later, you’ll meet someone you love and who loves you, with descendants filling the house, accompanied by disciples, thus having many concerns."

Wang Xuan depicted such a beautiful scene for Chen Qingniu, who had been too absorbed in cultivation these years, focusing solely on revenge, forgetting the beauty of life.

"Will there be such a day?"

"Yes, definitely." Wang Xuan affirmed.

Though he realized Zhao Hao had made great strides in cultivation over these four years, reaching late stages nearing the peak in Pure Yang Realm, his combat power becoming increasingly strong.

Six years have passed since the ten-year agreement, and in four years Zhao Hao might be a half-step Divine Infant Realm, while Chen Qingniu also will approach that tier.

Wang Xuan is confident he can push them both to maintain the same level of cultivation, ensuring a battle for Chen Qingniu to completely resolve his knot.

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"Senior Brother, your disciple Wei Chang’an and my disciple Hongze will be inducted in two days, becoming fourth-generation True Inheritors. You must prepare for meeting gifts."

Wang Xuan observed Wu Zhutian and Fairy Qingfeng’s deep affection and left after a brief chat, also learning Hou Zhaohua was absent from Immortal Martial Mountain.

"Four years without returning, fearing the pursued Mingyue Fairy would change her mind or promise to another, he’s eager to make his presence felt before her." Wu Zhutian stated.

Hou Zhaohua indeed was no longer young, while Mingyue Fairy had a renowned beauty; it’s commonplace for gentlemen to pursue fair maidens.

Moreover, Mingyue Fairy is the sister of Fairy Qingfeng, and their teacher Fairy Yuanfei is their master’s old mistress He Fang’s lover.

Such closer ties bring no harm.

"Understand, understand." With interest, Wang Xuan departed.

He turned to Frost Snow Peak, glanced around, and walked away again; Fourth Senior Sister liked peace and he didn’t want to disturb her, avoiding awkwardness.

With time passing by, Wang Xuan’s cultivation could no longer be suppressed, and he took a step out of Black and White Mountain, controlling the wind to appear in the sky.

Releasing restrained power, his formidable physique, Primordial Spirit, and magical power had already exceeded the limits of the Divine Infant Realm.

Once his aura was released, Celestial Tribulation arrived: no gathering dark clouds, no rallying storms, merely clear skies rumbling.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening rumble of countless beast stampedes, countless bolts of lightning struck down above Wang Xuan, crackling densely, the bright lightning enduring.

After innumerable bolts of lightning fell, the space within dozens of miles became a Thunder Sea, countless Thunder Dragons rolling and roaring, nurturing an astonishing Celestial Tribulation.

The preceding countless bolts of lightning were just a starter.