CHAPTER 943: CHAPTER 477: TRIBULATION TRANSFORMATION

Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue and said: "Everyone is fighting to get on the carriage, who would get off?"

The White Light Palace Master pointed to the night sky and said solemnly: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. In the face of heavenly disaster-level calamities, all beings are equal.

The three major heavenly disaster-level calamities are Thunder Disaster, Wind Disaster, and Fire Disaster!

Take Thunder Disaster as an example. After cultivators ascend to the Upper Immortal Realm, while their Immortal Bodies are elevated, they also develop a flaw, namely gaining a Thunder Attraction Attribute, which means they’re prone to being struck by lightning.

For instance, when an Upper Immortal breaks through in cultivation, a Thunder Tribulation might suddenly descend, striking you hundreds or thousands of times, commonly known as crossing Thunder Tribulation!

Even after an Upper Immortal has a fierce battle, the released aura of power can attract a Thunder Tribulation, reducing them to ash and cinders.

In short, there’s a reason there are so few Upper Immortals – apart from the difficulty of the ascent, the mortality rate remains high."

Fang Zhixing was speechless.

He had only thought that the higher the cultivation, the more freedom, but he never expected Upper Immortals to have such a hard time.

The White Light Palace Master mentioned: "For a particular calamity, the more people practicing it, and the stronger they are, the more they are likely to be struck by lightning.

For example, the Xiafei Sect was extremely prosperous for a time, with an increasing number of Upper Immortals. But that prosperity only lasted a thousand years before those Upper Immortals fell one after another, and the Xiafei Sect declined, surpassed by the Eight-direction Pavilion.

Of course, every time an Upper Immortal or Golden Immortal dies from one of the three disasters, it’s like when a whale falls and many forms of life arise, that’s when the succeeding generations board the carriage!

This is the law of heaven: extreme prosperity leads to decline, and things will revert when they reach an extreme!"

Fang Zhixing understood quickly in his heart and concluded: "Any kind of calamity can be chosen, the only difference is the queue time."

The White Light Palace Master agreed deeply, continuing to advise: "If you have chosen a certain kind of calamity, then you must continuously comprehend, devour and refine that calamity.

For instance, my daughter Huoying, her goal is to transform herself into a Calamity Water Immortal Body.

So, she traveled to the Black Eagle Star to seek high concentrations of Calamity Water, immersing her entire body in it, continually refining and absorbing.

Over time, she will eventually transform herself completely into the very essence of the Calamity Water Disaster!"

Fang Zhixing understood and couldn’t help but ask: "Then, what about cultivating Merit?"

The White Light Palace Master replied consistently: "Cultivating Tribulation involves turning oneself into a calamity, whereas cultivating Merit is the exact opposite, requiring the resolving of the calamity!

For instance, if you encounter a body of Calamity Water, you must do everything in your power to eliminate the Calamity Water, resolving all calamities.

The more calamities you resolve, the more Merit you gain."

Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue and said: "If I cultivate Sword Soldiers, I must personally engage in warfare, honing myself in battle. The more brutal the war, the better. Conversely, if I cultivate Merit, I must do everything possible to stop the fighting, eradicate the root of war, right?"

The White Light Palace Master smiled and said: "You can understand it that way, cultivating Tribulation and cultivating Merit are like the relationship between spear and shield."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment and asked curiously: "Since the total amount of calamities is nearly constant, where does the Merit come from, isn’t it transformed from calamities?"

The White Light Palace Master shook his head and said: "No, let me give you an analogy.

Calamities are like the sand in a desert. Some people, while removing sand, discover the gold buried beneath it.

In the end, the total amount of sand doesn’t diminish, yet there is some extra gold."

Fang Zhixing finally understood.

So cultivating Merit is like opening up a new track.

Moreover, this track doesn’t harm the interests of those Immortals cultivating Tribulation.

Otherwise, one side accumulating calamities, the other eliminating them, it would clearly be incompatible, and both sides would have clashed long ago, fighting until one side perished.

Fang Zhixing considered for a moment that he was a Six Stars Blood Heavenly Tyrant Demon Body, with the Talent Divine Skill of Blood Pollution, obviously very suitable for cultivating Tribulation.

Not to mention, the associated calamity for Blood Heavenly Demon Technique is Sword Soldiers.

Fang Zhixing, along his path, has been prone to killing, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, without any Merit to speak of.

"Big brother, I’ve made up my mind, I will cultivate Sword Soldiers!"

Fang Zhixing made a swift decision.

The White Light Palace Master nodded and said: "Since you have decided, my dear brother, I will certainly give you my full support.

Coincidentally, I happen to have a Divine Weapon Pavilion, which houses many Immortal Soldier Demon Blades.

Those Immortal Soldier Demon Blades have caused terrible massacres, experiencing various battles and conflicts, stained with countless blood, thus imbued with a very intense Sword Soldiers Tribulation for you to absorb and refine."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing was overjoyed.

Having a good big brother is indeed incredibly fortunate!

The night quickly passed.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhixing, holding a token, entered the Divine Weapon Pavilion’s gate.

Looking up, in the vast space, numerous light spheres hovered, rising and falling, light flowing, like countless seven-colored bubbles, too numerous to count.

Inside each light sphere was sealed an Immortal Soldier Demon Blade or a set thereof, either dazzling with radiant light or exuding a chilling aura.

Fang Zhixing steadied his mind, casually grabbed a white light sphere, and tapped it.

The surface of the light sphere rippled immediately, changing from blurred to clear, and its interior was instantly comprehensible at a glance.

Inside, a long sword floated quietly in the light sphere.

The long sword was ancient, covered with mottling, with numerous varied sizes of notches along the blade edge.

A closer look revealed that within the gaps of the notches, there were threads of sticky crimson that never dissipated.

This sword at a glance was clearly a veteran of many battles, having slain countless living beings.

Fang Zhixing reached out and grasped the sword’s hilt.

In an instant, a cold aura surged from the hilt into his body, reverberating through his mind.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing’s head roared, and a series of images appeared before his eyes.