An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Compared to the tangled Ye Chang, those Nascent Soul cultivators who have managed to hold on until now are in much more pain.

Although many of them are already in the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul and have already started preparing for the tribulation, and although there are many formation masters among them who have mastered multiple formations, some of them have mastered a large formation specially prepared for the tribulation to weaken the power of the thunder tribulation.

In addition, these Nascent Soul masters are also powerful and wealthy in their respective sects and families. Together, they can provide various materials to set up several large formations to deal with the heavenly tribulation.

As Nascent Soul masters, they naturally have a lot of magic weapons and treasures to resist the thunder tribulation.

So after they tried their best to break the formation in the early stage without success, they decisively chose to stick together, hiding far away in the area farthest from the center of the thunder tribulation, relying on various formations and treasures to hold on until now.

However, these people look pale, their breath is unstable, and some even have blood at the corners of their mouths and are extremely embarrassed.

"What is Fang Ping doing? Why hasn't he died yet?"

"How can his mere golden elixir withstand the seven-nine thunder tribulation?"

"Everyone wait a little longer. Perhaps in the next thunder tribulation, his soul will be scattered."

"Damn it. After the thunder tribulation is over, are there any Taoist friends willing to join me in bloodbathing the Qiyun Sect?"

"I have never suffered such a big loss in my cultivation. I must avenge this."

They complained angrily while staring at Fang Ping's movements, waiting for Fang Ping to die and then fight for the Chaos Golden Pearl.

In their opinion, Fang Ping absorbed the thunder tribulation directly from the beginning without leaving any breath, and now his whole body has turned into a thunder ball, which is entirely because Fang Ping has reached his limit and is unable to absorb more thunder.

"Crack..."

Another thunder tribulation fell. After a moment of blocking the formation they set up to resist the power of the heavenly tribulation, they finally couldn't hold on and turned into a sky full of spiritual light and dissipated.

The dense thunderbolts broke through the defense of the formation like countless angry thunder dragons, roaring towards the monks with an unstoppable momentum.

However, these thunderbolts were soon blocked by another formation.

The light curtain of the formation trembled violently. Even if there were many Yuanying strongmen who fully supported the operation of the formation, the formation seemed to be broken at any time.

"Release!"

Under the command of an old Yuanying monk, the monk who controlled the formation hurriedly released the light curtain of the formation.

The thunderbolt, which was partially offset again, continued to attack, and was then blocked by the third formation light curtain.

When the formation was overwhelmed and about to break, they would choose to remove the formation protection and let the thunderbolt attack the next layer of protection.

In this way, they could continuously weaken the power of the thunderbolt through the protection of the formation.

When the thunder tribulation broke through the nine layers of protection and was finally about to face the monks, they would take out their own magic weapons and spiritual treasures to resist the heavenly tribulation and further weaken the power of the heavenly tribulation.

After layers of protection, when the thunder tribulation really fell on them, it no longer had much power.

Even so, the monks under the formation were in a mess, and those who didn't know thought they were the center of the thunder tribulation.

After the sixth layer of thunder tribulation ended, the thunder on Fang Ping's body became more and more intense, and the thunder ball became larger and larger.

"Fang Ping, how are you?" Luo Yun expressed his concern for Fang Ping and the entire Qiyun Sect through the heart knot.

"It's okay, I can officially form a baby after I absorb all the thunder on my body."

Fang Ping reassured Luo Yun, in fact, he was not in much danger now.

To others, the terrifying thunder ball was simply horrifying, but only Fang Ping and Caidie knew that Fang Ping was just using the rules of space and thunder to control the thunder tribulation and guide the thunder energy into a closed space opened up by Fang Ping.

In order to improve the efficiency of forming a fetus and refining the sacred tree, Fang Ping is now indeed wrapped in a layer of thunder, and Fang Ping did not lie about this.

The thunder power on his body was quickly absorbed, and then Fang Ping released the thunder power from the space to wrap his whole body, replenishing the thunder absorbed by himself.

After Fang Ping's continuous efforts, almost every branch and every root of the sacred tree has been refined by Fang Ping.

Only one green leaf is still shining, which is the spirit of the sacred tree that has been forced into a desperate situation by thunder and can only hide here to survive.

Fang Ping's mind moved, and his soul left the soul space that was also filled with thunder and came to the sacred tree space.

Then the thunder roared and blasted towards the only unrefined leaf of the sacred tree.

The spirit of the sacred tree has just awakened as the sacred tree takes root and sprouts, and his strength is proportional to the sacred tree.

When the sacred tree is weak, it is naturally fragile. When the sacred tree truly grows into a towering giant, it will naturally become extremely powerful.

Fang Ping had already refined the sacred tree long ago, and it took root in Fang Ping's golden elixir. In fact, it has long been in tune with Fang Ping.

But it is just the spirit of the sacred tree in the final analysis, an existence like a magic weapon spirit.

Now, Fang Ping has set his eyes on the sacred tree and wants to take it for himself, so the spirit of the sacred tree has no choice but to be driven away from this path.

As for where to go after leaving, Fang Ping will naturally not let such a treasure disappear into ashes because of leaving the body.

Thunder fell on the remaining leaves, and a strange light spot with green and red had no choice but to leave the leaves to avoid thunder.

Fang Ping's soul flashed, and the light spot was wrapped by the soul, and returned to the soul space with the soul.

"Boom"

The energy of forming a baby controlled by Fang Ping finally completely refined the sacred tree. Fang Ping only felt the sacred tree in its dantian shake slightly, and then its consciousness exited the space of the sacred tree.

At the same time, the golden elixir, which has already reached the critical point and is being suppressed with all its strength, may break through the elixir and form a baby at any time. After absorbing the last ray of energy, it finally broke through the potential limit of the golden elixir.

A crack appeared on the golden elixir.

The appearance of this crack was like the first crack when the embankment collapsed. After it appeared, various cracks began to appear in Fang Ping's golden elixir one after another.

Whenever there was a crack, there would be a burst of pain, making Fang Ping feel as if the pain penetrated into his soul and was unbearable.

Fortunately, Fang Ping's endurance was extremely strong and he suppressed the severe pain. He frantically activated the Soul Condensation Technique and officially embarked on the path of condensing the Nascent Soul.

Under the stimulation of the skill, the cracks on the golden elixir continued to expand, and finally it seemed like a force of the five elements was peeling a boiled egg.

The hard shell on the surface of the golden elixir was peeled off little by little, revealing the same gray but more transparent energy aura under the outer wall of the golden elixir.

The thunder energy from the outside world was continuously sent into Fang Ping's body, and with the far-reaching movement of the technique and the chaotic energy, the soul and the physical breath were sent into this gray energy atmosphere.

All the golden elixir shells fell off, revealing that this elixir contains powerful and pure energy, and looks like a humanoid existence sitting cross-legged.

It is not a physical body, not a soul, not chaotic energy, nor any other energy. Every time it absorbs a trace of energy, it becomes more solid.

Fang Ping was slightly excited because he knew that this villain-like existence was exactly Fang Ping's Nascent Soul.

The moment the villain reveals his true appearance, Fang Ping can be officially declared a glorious Nascent Soul monk.