PHS Chapter 100 (Patreon)

Chapter 100: The Sect Master and the Sacred Son Have Fallen

Heavenly Tribulation. Heavenly Retribution.

A single word's difference, yet worlds apart.

A heavenly tribulation was merely a test from the heavens. Fail, and you die, your Dao scattered. But pass, and your strength would increase dramatically. It was a form of feedback from the heavens, like a commendation for the one who endured it.

Though dangerous, there was a sliver of hope.

But heavenly retribution was different.

This was the heavens seeking to annihilate a being. There was no question of "passing" it. As long as the target of the retribution lived, the retribution would never dissipate.

"Who in the world is the Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?" Mo Heng was scared out of his wits.

What kind of monumental sin must one commit to trigger retribution of this magnitude?

To say he was "rejected by heaven and earth" was no exaggeration.

Mo Heng was intensely curious, but this was no time for investigation.

In the sky, the endless lightning was about to strike.

"Run!"

Mo Heng transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through the clouds, his speed pushed to its absolute limit. He burned his blood essence, terrified that a moment's delay would mean his death.

Beside him, the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord's face was grim. He, too, was burning his blood essence.

Normally, a distance of tens of thousands of li would be crossed in the blink of an eye.

But today, it felt so long.

"BOOM!"

A massive roar.

The heavens cracked. A vast sea of lightning raged, divine laws dancing in chaos.

Crimson lightning streaked across the sky, chaotic energy surging. A scene like the end of the world appeared, the destructive power unparalleled, enough to shatter any obstacle.

The sight was too terrifying.

It was like a web of red spiderwebs connecting heaven and earth, draining the color from everything.

"Not good!"

A great crisis was upon them. Mo Heng and the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord were both shocked. Behind them, a bolt of crimson lightning surged forward like a red dragon, roaring as it rushed to tear them to shreds.

"No!"

Mo Heng let out a desperate cry. His body glowed as he summoned a black ancient pagoda to block his rear, hoping to buy himself a chance to escape. But the result was despair. A Saintly Weapon, before the world-destroying lightning, was as fragile as tofu. It was pierced through and turned into a cloud of fine dust.

With a "bang," Mo Heng's body was also completely obliterated by the lightning.

A Saint was simply no match here.

On the other side, the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord was not faring well either. The lightning grazed past him, and half of his body was shattered. Crimson blood stained his entire form, making him look as if he had just been fished out of a sea of blood. He ignored his injuries, his speed increasing again as he charged toward the outside.

He didn't even have time to glance at the fallen Mo Heng.

…….

Great Desolate City.

Endless lightning gathered, forming a boundless, churning sea of lightning in the sky. Within it, the phantoms of divine beasts like the Vermilion Bird, True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, and Heavenly Phoenix appeared, each possessing infinite power, as if to pierce through past, present, and future.

"BOOM!"

A massive roar shook the eight wildernesses.

At this moment, a myriad of lightning seas, a vast expanse of crimson light, and all sorts of palaces and towers appeared. The Nine-Layered Immortal Tribulation, the World-Destroying Lightning Tribulation—countless heavenly tribulations gathered together, transforming into the power of heavenly retribution, and struck down simultaneously!

The Saint King's grand array shattered on impact, serving no purpose at all.

The scene was too terrifying, impossible to resolve. At this moment, even if a Quasi-Emperor were to arrive, they would have to avoid its edge. If a Great Emperor were to face it head-on, they would also be injured! More importantly, this was only the first wave. Who knew how many more were to come?

The Heavenly Dao would very likely not rest until its goal was achieved. After all, the Heavenly Dao had no thoughts of its own and only acted on instinct. Anything that threatened it had to be erased at the first opportunity. In the past, it couldn't find Li Yun, but today, with Li Yun revealing himself, how could it let this chance go?

"It's over!"

Countless people's faces were filled with despair. A Saint King's grand array was one thing, but they hadn't expected something even more terrifying to follow.

In this situation, no one could help!

As the lightning crashed down, many people closed their eyes in resignation, choosing to wait for death.

Inside the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

Li Yun withdrew his finger and retreated into the depths of the Pavilion. He had done what he needed to do. If the people of Great Desolate City didn't die from the Saint King's formation but from the heavenly retribution, he could only apologize.

After all, he couldn't control this thing either.

One breath passed... then two... No sound came. Someone slowly opened their eyes and looked up at the sky. The world-destroying lightning from a moment ago had, at some point, begun to recede. The crimson tribulation gradually turned to black, then faded. The sky began to clear.

"I'm not dead?"

A man stood up, looked around, and then at the people around him, feeling as if he were in a dream. To face death twice in one day—even the strongest-willed person would find it hard to bear.

"Was that heavenly retribution just now?"

"It must have been. Only that kind of heavenly might could so easily destroy a Saint King-level formation!"

"Don't be ridiculous, that was a Saint King's formation?"

"What else do you think it was?"

"Hiss—the person who set up this formation had grand ambitions, but unfortunately, they ran into heavenly retribution and failed at the last moment!"

"Heavenly retribution doesn't appear for no reason, and it doesn't disappear for no reason. Could it be because..." Someone sucked in a breath of cold air and turned to look at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

In all of Great Desolate City, if there was anyone who could attract heavenly retribution, it would be none other than the Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. But what countless people couldn't understand was, if he could attract heavenly retribution, how could he also shield himself from the Heavenly Dao's perception?

"Speak with caution!" an old man said with a grave expression.

He took a deep look at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, a jade slip appearing in his hand. He sent out the information from a moment ago—not just the information, but the images as well. From the moment the news left the jade slip, the old man had already realized that after today, the name "Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets" would probably make countless people hesitate.

How many people in the world who could attract heavenly retribution were simple?

An ordinary person, even if they were evil to the core, would not reach this level.

From the spectacle just now, the strength of the Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was probably still underestimated by many!

A long time later, the tribulation completely dissipated.

Two figures also arrived. Both were old men. One had a hale and hearty face, wore coarse linen clothes, and carried a rusty iron sword, standing in the sky with a frown. The other wore an imperial dragon robe, his bearing extraordinary, exuding an air of lofty authority with every move.

"Bei Chenfeng?" The sword-wielding old man's eyes narrowed as he spoke slowly.

"Lu Changhe, you're not dead yet?" Bei Chenfeng said faintly.

"You're still alive, why would I die first?" Lu Changhe said coldly.

The two were of the same generation. Ten thousand years ago, when Bei Chenfeng was the Tianyin Divine Emperor, he was very ambitious, leading the Tianyin Dynasty to its peak and wanting to annex other powers. At that time, both the Blazing Flame Sacred Land and the Grand Luo Sword Sect had been impacted.

Because of this, there was considerable friction between them.

"Hah." Bei Chenfeng sneered and said indifferently, "I have no time to trade barbs with you. Our purpose in coming here today should be the same."

Lu Changhe said nothing, which was tacit agreement.

"What did you see?" Bei Chenfeng asked again.

"A Saint King's formation, and heavenly retribution," Lu Changhe uttered two phrases. This was the only thing he could see. Since he could see it, Bei Chenfeng could naturally see it as well. There was no need to be secretive.

"Someone set up a formation here to deal with the Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, but unexpectedly, the Pavilion Master attracted heavenly retribution, destroying the formation," Bei Chenfeng said in a deep voice.

He reached out his hand, and a piece of divine metal from a thousand li away was pulled over. After a careful look, he clenched his five fingers and crushed it to dust. This was a formation material; from this, nothing could be seen.

Moreover, the previous formation had also been erased by the heavenly retribution; not even a remnant was left.

They simply couldn't find the person behind it.

"Is the Tianyin Dynasty so careless? The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets is located here, and someone set up a killing formation, yet you were completely unaware. How ridiculous." Lu Changhe said with a blank expression, "I might as well go to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and invite the Pavilion Master to relocate to the territory of my Grand Luo Sword Sect."

"At that time, a situation like this will not happen again!"

"You dare!" Bei Chenfeng's eyes widened, a Saint King's might surging out, then immediately retracting. This was Great Desolate City; he didn't dare to act rashly. If another heavenly retribution came, even as a Saint King, he would have to kneel.

"It was my Tianyin Dynasty's negligence in the past. From today on, I will personally stand guard here!" Bei Chenfeng said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid you alone are not enough. What if you add me?" Lu Changhe said faintly.

"Hm?" Bei Chenfeng's eyes narrowed, displeasure in his heart. He wanted to drive him away, but thinking of his strength, he wisely backed down. Among those of the same level, he didn't seem to be Lu Changhe's opponent.

Lu Changhe glanced at Bei Chenfeng, his expression unchanged, and calmly walked down. He had come here this time with great responsibility. Not only did he have to represent the Grand Luo Sword Sect to deter those who wanted to spy on the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, but he also had to find an opportunity to purchase a chance for Sainthood advancement from the Pavilion Master!

Hmm... a Great Saint!

Their Grand Luo Sword Sect had never had a Great Saint. This was a critical weakness that could not be delayed for too long.

If it dragged on, anything could happen.

As the two Saint Kings stepped into the Great Desolate City, tens of thousands of li away, in the Blazing Flame Sacred Land, in a great hall where soul jade tablets were stored.

With two crisp "crack" sounds, two jade tablets were instantly covered in cracks, their divine light dimming. The disciple in charge of guarding the hall was stunned. He looked at the two jade tablets, his face filled with horror. A long time later, he came back to his senses and shouted:

"Disaster has struck!!!"

"The Sect Master and the Sacred Son... have fallen!!!"

Want early access to chapters? Join as an Enforcer on Patreon and read ahead before anyone else.

If you are enjoying the story, please leave a 5 rating on Novel Updates!

[Index]

[Prev] || [Next]