Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

At the moment when Qin Ming achieved his Nascent Soul, sitting solemnly in the Purple Mansion Spirit Field.

Rumble!

Above Wangyue Island, ominous tribulation clouds began to swirl and gather, with faintly roaring thunder dragons inside, exuding a terrifying pressure and an aura of destruction.

The cultivators observing from a distance felt a chilling sense of approaching death.

Beneath the Lifebound Spirit Plant Yin Yang Profound Vine Tree, Qin Ming cleared his thoughts, his mind transparent, quickly adapting to the Nascent Soul Dharma Power.

Generally speaking.

The essence of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator is concentrated in the Nascent Soul, while the physical body is secondary.

As long as the Nascent Soul remains intact, one can seize another body and be reborn, swiftly restoring strength.

However, Qin Ming had cultivated the Demon Race Scripture, and his physical cultivation was in no way inferior to the Nascent Soul, perhaps even stronger.

In this tribulation, Qin Ming’s body was comparable to a Transformed Great Demon, one of his sources of reliance.

Yet at this moment, Qin Ming’s Nascent Soul could feel that he was firmly locked by an inescapable fate, with no possibility of evasion.

The tribulation clouds also covered a thousand miles, and all living beings within this range felt as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Boom! Crack!

The first tribulation thunder struck, piercing through the sky, carrying the boundless majesty of the heavens.

In an instant, the thunder light burst forth! Crashing down!

The world, originally shrouded in the tribulation cloud, suddenly transformed into daylight.

Qin Ming, calm and composed, mobilized his Nascent Soul Dharma Power, his five fingers grasping into the void, condensing a hundred-zhang cyan giant sword in mid-air, meeting the tribulation thunder head-on.

Rumble!

The clash of two earth-shattering forces erupted, producing exaggerated shockwaves that swept everything and spread outward.

...

In the distance, on the thousand-zhang spiritual ship of the Lihuo Palace.

"Did he actually succeed in forming his Nascent Soul?"

"Where did he get the Nascent Condensation Pill? I don’t even have one..."

Jing Qing, the Nascent Soul Seed of the Lihuo Palace, sourly remarked as he watched the celestial phenomena over Spirit Island, full of resentment.

But in the next moment.

When he saw the gray tribulation clouds covering a thousand miles.

A schadenfreude expression appeared on his face.

"Hahaha! It’s the Eight-Nine Celestial Tribulation! Even if the kid miraculously formed his Nascent Soul, he’s doomed!"

The thin cultivator beside him, puzzled, stepped forward to ask:

"Brother Jing, what does ’Eight-Nine Celestial Tribulation’ mean?"

Jing Qing explained: "The so-called Eight-Nine Celestial Tribulation implies the number of transformations of the Earth Fiend, descending a full seventy-two transformations of tribulation, each with terrifying power."

"The tribulations become increasingly terrifying, and ordinary artifacts can’t withstand such a number of tribulations."

"Without extremely high divine techniques or powerful treasures to resist the tribulation, ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators would only fade into death."

"Even in the era of abundant Spiritual Qi, those who could overcome the Eight-Nine Celestial Tribulation were few and far between."

"So, does that mean Master Wangyue is doomed?" the thin cultivator hesitated.

"Naturally, but I’m curious... How did this kid attract such a terrifying tribulation?" Jing Qing said with some suspicion.

...

On the outskirts of Spirit Island.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat and the Silver-winged Frost Bee were perched on the Profound Water Crocodile’s massive head.

When the tribulation descended, the hearts of all three beasts were in their throats.

Looking at the terrifying tribulation clouds, the Heaven-Devouring Rat sighed:

"It’s over, it’s over, why did such a tribulation thunder descend?"

"This is even more terrifying than the Transformation Celestial Tribulation of the Silver Moon Celestial Fox senior."

"Master, you absolutely must withstand it!"

And similar scenes were unfolding among the spectators in the distance.

...

On Spirit Island, the thunder rumbled endlessly, lightning arcing.

Qin Ming had already used his own divine techniques to withstand more than a dozen tribulations.

Boom!

The earth-shattering tribulations continued to fall.

At this moment.

Qin Ming turned his hand, revealing a blood-colored inkstone, a Tier Four Spirit Treasure—Blood Massacre.

Qingyang the Old Demon knew Qin Ming was crossing the Nascent Soul Celestial Tribulation and had to intervene.

Yet what happened next left the Old Demon completely dumbfounded.

Peering from the Spiritual Treasure at the terrifying tribulation clouds outside, he shouted in shock:

"Earth Demon Celestial Tribulation, what are you up to?"

Qingyang the Old Demon couldn’t fathom why just crossing a Nascent Soul Celestial Tribulation would attract such a tribulation of heavenly wrath. After scanning the surroundings, his gaze finally landed on the towering, pitch-black ancient vine.

"It must be, this vine is too defiant, provoking heavenly anger."

"Alas! I’ve really had a streak of bad luck, out of the wolf’s den into the tiger’s mouth!"

Helplessly, as he had already given his Divine Soul to Qin Ming, he had no choice but to proceed.

Qin Ming directed him east, daring not to go west.

Even if there were a pit of fire before him, he could only close his eyes and leap...

The Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure was summoned, immediately radiating a bloody glow in the sky.

Qingyang the Old Demon shouted, then manipulated the Blood Refining Demon Light from within the blood sea, clashing fiercely with the tribulation thunder in the sky.

It must be said, after upgrading to a Tier Four Spirit Treasure, this Supreme Treasure of the Demon Sect was incredibly formidable, helping Qin Ming withstand the majority of the tribulation.

After dozens of tribulations, the Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure emanated the Old Demon’s beleaguered voice:

"Qin... Friend Qin, I can’t... I can’t hold on!"

Under the Yin Yang Profound Vine Tree, Qin Ming’s expression also grew grave. Under such a baptism of tribulations, he slowly felt the threat.

The Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure helped him withstand most of the tribulations, but now its spirituality was greatly damaged, requiring a long time to replenish before recovering.