Calamity clouds accumulated, swirling into vortexes, and with the guidance of the life force, a stream of sword light soared into the sky, plunging into the vast thunder of tribulation, stirring the celestial sea of clouds in the Ninth Heaven's prison.
"Immortal Tribulations!"
Outside the Taoist Academy, Shenxiao stood stiff as a board, rage and shock filling his eyes beyond measure.
He's entered the tribulation?
He actually entered the tribulation!
In just over eight hundred years, he has stepped into the Tribulation Realm?
Such talent, such brilliance...
Throughout ancient and modern times, apart from those few Innate Sacred, who else could stand alongside him?
Could it be that this person also possesses the stature of an Earth Immortal, or even the hope of becoming a Heavenly Immortal?
No, no, no, impossible, absolutely impossible!
Merit?
That's right, merit!
It must be by leveraging the power of merit that he has achieved such astonishing fruits.