Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 804

Chapter 804: Breakthrough The Crossing Disaster Chapter 804: Breakthrough The Crossing Disaster [Unknown World] “Xiao Yueyue, I’ve always believed in your kind and expansive heart-an open heart that mirrors an endless sea.

You never cease to surprise me,” Tuzi AoFen said, his smile genuine this time, radiating honest appreciation from the depths of his being.

She was about to reply when a soft golden glow enveloped her, heralding a new awakening.

The golden light intensified, growing brighter and more radiant.

Then, she felt a jolt as the barrier confining her to the Crossing Disaster cultivation level shattered.

Surges of spiritual energy flooded through her every meridian, lifting her off the ground as crimson and violet lightning crackled ominously in the heavens.

Once again, her ascension sent tremors of fear through the nine realms.

Who in existence could break through to a new level and summon such a display of Heavenly Tribulation Thunder?

Unprecedented, utterly unprecedented!

Previously, at the Liming (Dawn) Mountain in the Inner Domain, close to White Wall City, when she reached the Nascent Soul realm, the thunderclaps had reverberated ominously in the sky, shifting from blue to purple then culminating in ferocious red lightning.

She had endured ten strikes of divine lightning.

The force was so overwhelming that she had narrowly escaped death, only thanks to her old black sword, which had emerged to help channel the energy in time.

Now she pondered, how many strikes awaited her this time?

Drawing on her past experience, she remembered to bring forth the black sword, stroking its surface gently as she murmured, “I trust these lightning strikes will be harmless to you, much like before; instead, they will enhance your strength, won’t they?” In response, the black sword trembled slightly, radiating a captivating aura and humming with energy.

Then, without any further ado, the first, second, third, and fourth strikes of lightning plunged down in quick succession.

The scene left Fen Fen in stunned silence.

He barely managed to escape the chaos in time.

A wave of horror washed over him as he watched her face the Heavenly Lightning Tribulation, her resilience continually astonishing him.

In the Ethereal Small World, a collective anxiety gripped everyone present.

Hearts raced as they suppressed their fears, fixated on her struggle against the fearsome tribulation.

Though the black sword provided her crucial protection against the devastating lightning strikes, it didn’t entirely shield her from their overwhelming force.

With a grimace, she spat out a mouthful of blood after a portion of the fifth red and purple lightning struck her.  Once more, her protective barrier shattered under the weight of the sixth bolt.

It dawned on all the observers that this round of lightning was considerably more potent than before.

Despite appearing to be struck only ten times-like on previous occasions-Shenlian Yingyue felt as though she had endured double that, the power of each strike intensified beyond measure.

She collapsed, her body marred by wounds, skin charred like burnt wood, hair singed to near baldness, and blood pooling around her in crimson splatters.

Yet, amidst the pain, a faint smirk tugged at her lips as her gaze caught sight of something peculiar-a whimsical flicker, almost as if one of the bolts was mockingly sticking out its tongue at her.

It had to be a figment of her imagination.

After all, why else would she feel as though one of the lightning strikes was teasing her?  Previously, she had saved Xie Xie from his own tribulation only to provoke the heavens, inviting the lightning to unleash its wrath upon her instead (Ch.

162).

Moreover, her black sword seemed to revel in the destructive energy of the heavenly bolts, relishing this invigorating feast.

With these factors combined, it was no wonder the lightning felt challenged by her, striking with a vengeance rather than following its usual course.

The black sword yearned to offer her comfort, but after devouring such potent lightning, it needed to retreat to the small world to stabilize the immense power it had absorbed.

As she ascended to the new realm, all her contracted beasts fell into a deep slumber, sharing in her advancement.

They too needed time to acclimate to their newfound powers, which were overwhelming.

“Cough, cough!” She expelled swirling black and white smoke from her mouth, her dark visage resembling someone who had just emerged from a refuse heap.

Then, unbidden, laughter erupted from her lips, startling everyone around her.

Despite the bone-deep agony gnawing at her mind, she found herself chuckling.

Memories flashed through her like flickering shadows; Su Lanfei had often been there, laughing at her during her most humiliating moments.

Her gaze swept around in search of A’Fei.

Where could she be?

Surely she was safe.

[Ethereal Small World] A palpable fear rippled through the crowd, concerned that the ferocious lightning bolts had somehow scrambled her wits.

“Wahahaha!

Yingyue, did you just crawl out from the depths of a dumpster and get zapped by lightning?” Wang Pei Zhi, emerging from his cocoon, burst into laughter at her disheveled state.

The onlookers couldn’t help but twitch their lips at the absurdity.

“She just ascended, you know,” Xiao Li shot a smirk in Wang Pei Zhi’s direction.

“What?

She ascended again?” Wang Pei Zhi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

[Outside Ethereal Small World] On the ground, Shenlian Yingyue lay flat, holding her forehead in exasperation.

The pain was too intense for her to respond, although she longed to shake her head at Wang Pei Zhi’s outburst.

“Xiao Yueyue, are you still with us?” Tuzi AoFen hurried to her side, squatting down cautiously.

He refrained from attempting to lift her, worried that even that slight motion might exacerbate her injuries.

As the storm skies cleared, the Rain of Heaven began to cascade down-a congratulatory shower upon her triumph in overcoming the tribulation and ascending to a higher plane.

Shenlian Yingyue opened her mouth to speak, but instead, black smoke billowed forth, as though she had swallowed embers.

Tuzi AoFen’s eyelids twitched: “…..” Everyone: “…..” The cottage lay in ruins, blackened and charred; the destruction from the lightning had turned the surrounding landscape into a scorched wasteland.