Chapter 1711: Collapsing Two Great Emperors

While others facing their tribulations meticulously write their wills, preparing for certain death, this guy is different. He underwent one the day before yesterday, another yesterday, and now he's having another one today…

Is he treating the Celestial Fire Tribulation as a mere trifle, easily manipulated and overcome?

It feels as if for others, facing a tribulation means risking their lives, but for him, it's just a leisurely trip.

In fact, it wasn't just Luo Qianzhen who felt this way; even the Celestial Fire itself, high above, was utterly bewildered.

"Damn it, it's him!""Damn, it's him again!""Damn it all! It's still him…"

"Brother, can't you give me just one day of rest? Constant overtime is exhausting!"

The Master Teacher Continent is being exploited, and I’ve even fled to the Spirit race territory, yet he still comes…

Unable to comprehend how someone could undergo the Celestial Fire Tribulation three times, especially when others only faced it once, and all three instances were at the Supreme level, the onlookers fell silent and watched intently.

The ominous clouds above, swirling with fire, concealed any human figure. Initially, the tribulation was exceptionally ferocious, instilling a sense that heaven and earth themselves would be annihilated.

As Zhang Xuan entered it, the dark clouds began to tremble incessantly, then started to shiver and convulse, and the sounds emanating from them grew peculiar.

Ten minutes later, they turned and fled, leaving only Zhang Xuan suspended in the air, his expression one of profound satisfaction.

Modifying the meridians in his dantian and internal organs took a significant amount of time, nearly a full day. However, the results were clearly visible; otherwise, he could not have cultivated so rapidly and directly broken through to the Golden Body realm.

With the experience of two previous tribulations, this time his Golden Body acupoints opened wide, allowing the flames to scorch and the power of lightning to infuse. Combined with an abundance of treasures, he reached the peak of this realm in just over ten minutes!

As he circulated his power, his entire body glowed with resplendent golden light, like a grand Buddha, exuding an aura capable of suppressing heaven and earth.

“Why are you all gathered here?” After successfully undergoing the tribulation, Zhang Xuan looked at the crowd before him with a puzzled expression.

By all accounts, Luo Qianzhen, Jiang Fangyou, Ren Qingyuan, and Luo Ruoxi should have been in four separate underground caverns. Why then were they all standing together, watching his tribulation?

“We detected anomalies within the Spirit race and rushed here. Are these… all killed by you?” Though he had a strong suspicion, Ren Qingyuan still struggled to believe it, gesturing towards the numerous corpses littering the ground.

“Oh, when I arrived, I saw these people planning an attack on humanity,” Zhang Xuan chuckled. “Thinking that humanity shouldn’t be imperiled, I found a way to incite them into a massive internal conflict, and well… this is the result!”

The Spirit race are inherently bloodthirsty; if they were to infiltrate the Master Teacher Continent, countless lives would be lost. Thus, despite causing so many deaths, he felt no burden whatsoever.

“Incited a massive conflict?” Ren Qingyuan and the others’ mouths twitched.

While Zhang Xuan's explanation was simple, they understood the immense difficulty involved. The Spirit race powerhouses were far from foolish; on the contrary, they were all cunning and ferocious, incredibly hard to deal with. Otherwise, they wouldn't have contended with the Master Teacher Pavilion for so many years without ever falling into a disadvantage.

“Inciting them to battle… that must have required considerable effort, didn’t it?” Unable to restrain himself any longer, Ren Qingyuan inquired.

“Yes, it took me a full half an hour, and I feel quite exhausted!” Zhang Xuan nodded.

Constantly disguising himself, mimicking one persona after another, even with his boundless energy, he felt a degree of weariness after managing everything. It had indeed taken considerable effort.

“Half an hour?” Ren Qingyuan, Luo Qianzhen, and the others suddenly felt even more exhausted.

Inciting 100,000 Spirit race members to turn on each other—if it were them, it would likely require countless human and financial resources, taking at least several months, perhaps even years… Yet this guy did it in half an hour…

Why did speaking with him feel so utterly dispiriting? Did he even comprehend the gravity of their words?

“One hundred thousand Spirit race members… if I recall correctly, there were dozens of Immortal realm commanders among them, weren’t there? You… killed them all?” Jiang Fangyou couldn't help but blurt out.

“Yes, I killed them all!” Zhang Xuan nodded, his expression earnest. “To accomplish that, I even got my armor soiled several times…”

To maintain the convincing disguise, he would clean his armor only for it to be soiled again. That black armor was now stained with blood that simply wouldn’t come off.

Jiang Fangyou, too, felt utterly weary.

Confronting dozens of Immortal realm powerhouses, even Master Yang would flee as far as possible. Yet, you eliminated them all, emerged completely unharmed, and then complained that they soiled your clothes…

In that moment, it felt as though these Spirit race masters had died in the most aggrieved manner imaginable.

In a majestic palace at the heart of a distant ancient battlefield, two middle-aged men with gleaming eyes sat opposite each other, raising their wine goblets with expressions of profound joy.

“Let us celebrate our first alliance,” chuckled the middle-aged man in the golden robe, seated to the left, “and may our people achieve a resounding victory, reclaiming what is rightfully ours!”

This was Emperor Chen Ling, one of the three great emperors of the Spirit race. To his right sat another middle-aged man, Emperor Chen Xing, clad in a purple robe.

“Hmm, I hope you are correct!” Emperor Chen Xing nodded, bringing the exquisite wine to his lips and savoring it carefully.

It had to be said, the wine prepared by Emperor Chen Ling was exceptionally delicious—a delicacy not frequently enjoyed even by an emperor.

“Of course I am right. Rest assured, after this is done, humanity will no longer be a hidden threat. We will return to that fertile land, and these people will witness the resurgence of the Spirit race’s glory…”

With a hearty laugh, Emperor Chen Ling was about to speak when he suddenly raised an eyebrow, and in the blink of an eye, he shot out.

Observing his abrupt movement, Emperor Chen Xing knew something significant had occurred and swiftly followed him out.

They quickly arrived at a spacious hall filled with countless jade tablets, layered and suspended in the air.

Before the Spirit race army deployed, a wisp of each soldier’s soul would be left behind to form a soul jade tablet. The shattering of a tablet signified that the individual had fallen and no longer needed to be searched for.

This also served to inform their families of the casualty.

Under normal circumstances, during a major battle, these jade tablets would shatter one after another, signifying that countless Spirit race warriors had bravely sacrificed their lives for their race, without regard for death.

In such times, these fallen warriors were considered heroic and glorious, destined to be immortalized in history, with their memorial tablets enshrined in the ancestral temple.

They had initially anticipated only normal casualties. However, upon their arrival, the two emperors witnessed the jade tablets before them shattering, one after another, without cessation.

*Crack! Crack! Crackle-pop!*

The jade tablets shattered with remarkable rhythm, akin to a drumbeat or even a song, imparting an unusual, almost aesthetic quality. Most strikingly, every now and then, one or two would explode with greater force, like dazzling fireworks, brilliant and eye-catching.

In less than a minute, all 100,000 jade tablets that had been suspended in the room disintegrated into dust, falling to the floor, not a single one left intact.

“Our 100,000 soldiers…” Emperor Chen Ling’s body swayed violently, his wine goblet slipping from his grasp and shattering on the ground. His face paled, contorted in a look of frantic madness.

One hundred thousand elite soldiers and skilled generals, who were supposed to surge forth from the underground caverns and wreak havoc upon the Master Teacher Pavilion. Yet, they had only just formed their alliance, perhaps not even having left the caverns, and they were all dead…

The soul jade tablets had shattered with such rhythm, such resolute finality, such unwavering determination…

Who could tell them what on earth had transpired? In that instant, both emperors were utterly dumbfounded.