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And the celestial tribulation in the celestial vault continued unabated.

Being able to endure until now is the limit of this treasure, Qin Ming immediately put away the Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure.

But in the next moment.

The Nascent Soul within Qin Ming’s Purple Mansion Spirit Platform looked upwards, an inexplicable sense of impending doom rising in his heart.

Even his Nascent Soul Divine Soul felt startled and terrified.

Boom!

The gray tribulation cloud above was dyed jet black, like ink.

"God-Burning Tribulation Fire!!"

"Friend Qin, if you have any means, quickly use them, otherwise, I’m afraid there will be no chance..." Qingyang the Old Demon weakly said as he watched the changes in the tribulation cloud in the sky.

"If things go awry, this old man might just go with you..."

Qin Ming’s expression showed unprecedented seriousness.

He took out the Hook Jade Golden Light Mirror and activated this artifact directly, according to the experience taught by Qingyang the Old Demon.

To activate the second divine technique of this mirror, it was necessary to absorb this tribulation fire.

According to Qingyang the Old Demon, the God-Burning Tribulation Fire is the most lethal tribulation fire in this world, directly targeting the cultivator’s divine soul and Nascent Soul, with no possibility of escape.

As long as it touches slightly, it will be refined by the tribulation fire in an instant, turning into nothingness, without even the chance for reincarnation.

Boom!

Terror spread across the sky, and black flames rained down like a storm.

The Hook Jade Golden Light Mirror in Qin Ming’s hand emitted a burst of golden light, instantly enveloping the sky and drawing it all into the mirror.

Having absorbed this terrifying tribulation fire, the Hook Jade Golden Light Mirror, though seemingly effortless, also reached its limit and smoothly fell back by Qin Ming’s side.

Boom!

But before he could catch his breath, terrifying tribulation thunder once again pierced through the sky, crashing down from the nine heavens.

Without another word, Qin Ming directly took out the artifacts he had gathered from all places before and tossed them out like they cost nothing.

For over half a day, the celestial tribulation in the celestial vault showed no sign of stopping.

Those watching couldn’t help but gasp.

From a distance, Wei Wuya inquired Ancestor Xuan Yu:

"Is the Nascent Soul Celestial Tribulation truly this terrifying? By Wei’s count, this is already the sixty-second tribulation."

"Even if I could form a Nascent Soul one day, I wouldn’t be confident in enduring any of them."

Ancestor Xuan Yu gazed into the distance, deep in thought, and solemnly stated, "This is likely not a normal Nascent Soul’s tribulation. If this old man isn’t mistaken, this should be the legendary Earth Demon Great Tribulation, requiring one to endure seventy-two tribulations."

"The last ten tribulations now are probably the most terrifying, and whether Fellow Daoist Qin can pass this test will depend on them."

Pei Qing and others, hearing this, were all astounded and full of sighs.

The expressions of Jing Qing and others on the Lihuo Palace’s spiritual ship were quite colorful.

They could scarcely imagine that a loose cultivator-like Golden Core could withstand sixty-two of the seventy-two Earth Demon Tribulations.

"This... how is this possible..."

"Even the God-Burning Tribulation Fire can be resisted, he must have some precious treasure protecting him."

Jing Qing wore a complicated expression, finally losing his composure.

He had severely underestimated Qin Ming’s divine techniques and strength.

If Qin Ming overcomes these last ten tribulations, he will probably not become an ordinary Nascent Soul.

Once he passes the celestial tribulation.

Even their ancestor, Master Lihuo, may not be his match.

Because in the ancient cultivation realm, Nascent Soul Great Powers capable of passing the Eight-Nine Earth Demon Tribulation are nearly undefeated at the same level...

These individuals possess all kinds of incredible great divine techniques, not comparable to ordinary Nascent Souls.

...

On Wangyue Island, the celestial tribulation continued to fall relentlessly.

Qin Ming unleashed all his techniques, transforming into an Eight-Armed Demon Ape, using his flesh to endure the tribulation, taking on seven tribulations.

Boom!

The tribulation thunder descended, crashing Qin Ming into the ground. Even with a body comparable to a Transformed Great Demon, he was charred inside and out, covered in blood.

The terror of the Earth Demon Celestial Tribulation was truly incredible.

The True Qi Blood Spirit within Qin Ming was also exhausted, retreating automatically back into his body.

Boom-crack!

As the third-to-last tribulation descended, Qin Ming’s eyes narrowed, intending to make a desperate attempt.

Suddenly, the Lifebound Spirit Plant Yin Yang Profound Vine, with its black vines, interwove into a giant black net, protecting him beneath.

Originally, the tribulation thunder was about to strike but seemed to lose its target, halting in mid-air...

Qin Ming paused, realizing he must personally face this tribulation in the end.

Yet somehow, the Yin Yang Profound Vine’s interweaving had obscured and shielded even the heavenly secrets.

As a result, the tribulation thunder above lost its target.

At this moment.

The voice of Qingyang the Old Demon, within the Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure, frail and near death, urged:

"Friend Qin! You’ve reached this point."

"Only the last three tribulations remain, but these three are far more formidable than all the previous ones combined that you resisted."

"In your current state, it is impossible to withstand them."

"Fortunately, your peculiar Spirit Plant helped temporarily shield the heavenly secrets, leaving one last path for you."

"Consider refining that Primordial Demonic Qi to allow your body to advance further; perhaps it might give you a sliver of a chance... That’s all this old man can say..."

With that, Qingyang the Old Demon’s weak voice faded into a dead silence.

Qin Ming’s eyes flickered after hearing everything. The crude words of Qingyang the Old Demon made sense. In this moment of crisis, he couldn’t care about anything else.