Junior Uncle is too cunning.

For cultivators, transcending tribulation is a major event in life. It can lead to soaring to great heights or, conversely, death and the annihilation of their cultivation. At best, they may linger on in a state of near-death experience.

Therefore, choosing a good place to undergo tribulation is extremely important. Chen Fusheng reviewed all the tribulation experience of the sect and summarized that there are two most important points.

First, the location for undergoing the tribulation must be remote and quiet enough, because facing the heavenly tribulation is already very difficult, and if you encounter some bad people, you will be like meat on a chopping board, at their mercy.

Secondly, it is best to be in a place with good spiritual energy, so that you can quickly recover your magic power when undergoing tribulation.

After studying the nearby map, Chen Fusheng decided to choose the East China Sea as his tribulation site. Firstly, it was not far from his sect and still had a certain influence. Secondly, the East China Sea was the territory of the Dragon Clan, but they were usually underwater and on some remote islands, which the Dragon Clan could not control.

Heading north, this was Chen Fusheng's first time leaving the sect in two hundred years. However, he traveled along remote paths, stopping only briefly in small towns and cities before continuing on his way. He stopped frequently, resting and recovering whenever his magical energy was more than half depleted. In the wilderness, magical energy was essential for survival, so he had to keep half of it to deal with any unexpected events.

After flying for more than a month, Chen Fusheng finally arrived at the seaside. All he could see was water. He took a short break and looked up at the sky. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him. He knew that the heavenly tribulation was coming soon, and he had to seize every moment to make arrangements before it arrived.

He took out a mask from his storage ring, then a mirror. Looking at his face in the mirror, he put on the mask and activated it with his magic. The mask grew thinner and thinner, slowly merging into Chen Fusheng's face. After a while, the changes on his face finally stopped, and what appeared in the mirror was a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, about forty years old, with a few traces of vicissitudes on his face.

Chen Fusheng nodded in satisfaction. Although this mask was only a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure, Chen Fusheng had put a lot of effort into making it. It was made from the fur of a nine-tailed fox fairy and some precious refining materials.

It's important to know that the Primordial Fox Clan was a powerful force, backed by the Sage Nuwa. The fox's rank was basically determined by its tail, with one tail being the lowest and nine tails the highest. This shows the status of the nine-tailed fox clan. She had to sacrifice ten years' worth of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) sales for this fox pelt, mortgaging it all to the Lingbao Pavilion.

However, Chen Fusheng still felt it was worth it. He named the mask "Thousand Faces," which, as the name suggests, can change into various faces. Unless one cultivates a special divine eye technique, even a Golden Immortal would not be able to see his true face.

His body was also slightly adjusted, becoming a few centimeters shorter and wider. With Chen Fusheng's body, which was like a treasure acquired through his own efforts, this was nothing.

His spiritual robes also changed, and just like that, a middle-aged man of medium to short stature with a wide waist and a stout body appeared in the mirror. It seemed that even if someone discovered him, they would only have discovered an outer shell, which at least provided a buffer.

He put away the mirror, casually took out a top-grade mortal flying sword, then thought for a moment and changed it to a high-grade mortal flying sword. He nodded in satisfaction, thinking that this was much more low-key. With a light leap, the flying sword carrying Chen Fusheng flew towards the sky.

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More than two months have passed, and Chen Fusheng has flown over 100,000 nautical miles. After some on-site investigation, he has found three islands that meet his requirements, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. He originally wanted to look further, but...

Chen Fusheng looked at the sky and saw that the originally clear sky was slowly turning into a thick cloud. He knew that the heavenly tribulation was coming soon. He took out a low-grade spiritual treasure flying sword and flew towards the nearest island of his choice. In the distance, a black dot floated in the sky, followed by a dark cloud, with a great momentum.

Chen Fusheng quickly arrived at the island, swiftly activated the magic array in his storage ring, placed it on a pile of spirit stones, then took out various healing pills and talismans, placing them beside him. Finally, he took out twenty or thirty acquired spiritual treasures, including axes, flying swords, spears, and shields…

Looking at these spiritual treasures, Chen Fusheng's confidence increased even more. These spiritual treasures represented most of his life savings. Currently, apart from the "Eagle Eye," a mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure, he still had about four or five other spiritual treasures in his storage ring. However, most of them were auxiliary spiritual treasures without defensive capabilities, and he had taken out all the ones he could.

Chen Fusheng let out a heavy breath, looked at the dark clouds that were still gathering power, and now they were so thick that they were almost pressing down on his head. He knew that the heavenly tribulation could come down at any moment. "I have to speed things up!"

Chen Fusheng first washed his hands, then solemnly took out the three-legged, two-eared round cauldron from his storage ring. Holding three huge incense sticks, he slowly inserted them into the cauldron and sincerely bowed to the sky. "Heaven above, today I, Chen Fusheng, am the grand-disciple of the Lingbao Grand Master under the Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect. Today I am undergoing my tribulation. I hope that for his sake, he will bless me with peace and success. In the future, I will definitely do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and uphold and promote the reputation of my Taoism. I hope Heaven will take note."

Then he sat cross-legged by the cauldron and recited the Lingbao Scripture. This was actually his own creation. He felt that although the way of Heaven is impartial, it is always right to be more polite. Moreover, even if we don't consider these things, the way of Heaven will still give some face to the old man Yuanshi Tianzun.

In the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain, a middle-aged Taoist suddenly opened his eyes. "Who is calling my name?" He reached out and tried to calculate, but all he found was chaos. The Taoist's expression turned serious. Even with his cultivation level, he couldn't calculate it. The Great Tribulation of the Witch and Demon had just passed, so there was no reason for the chaos in the heavenly secrets. The only one he couldn't calculate was another sage. And the mental suggestion he had just experienced was clearly related to him. Who was plotting against him? The Taoist fell into deep thought.

Chen Fusheng was unaware of the enormous misunderstanding he had caused. It was because of his originality in mentioning sages during his tribulation that he attracted the attention of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. Fortunately, he was currently undergoing his tribulation, and with the cover of the Heavenly Dao, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable hadn't figured it out. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have even needed to undergo the tribulation before being struck dead by a divine lightning bolt from his ancestor.

Chen Fusheng stood up and looked up at the sky, looking at the layer of lightning with some doubt. Based on his understanding of himself and his research on heavenly tribulations, his heavenly tribulation should be seven or eight lightning tribulations. As long as everything went smoothly, he was fully prepared to overcome it. But why was it getting thicker and thicker? It didn't look like an ordinary lightning tribulation.

Chen Fusheng was right this time. His tribulation was about what he expected, but because he attracted the attention of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the Heavenly Dao gave him a free cover-up. The Heavenly Dao is impartial, and no one can take advantage of it, so his tribulation was upgraded by one level.

The entire island was shrouded in dark clouds, the center of which slowly turned purple. Chen Fusheng's expression grew increasingly serious. He didn't know which step had gone wrong, but it was too late now.

Chen Fusheng thought for a moment and then removed the magic array. Since things had already come to this, he planned to use his body to withstand the first few lightning tribulations and save the magic array for later use.

With a loud "boom," a lightning serpent darted down from the dark clouds, and Chen Fusheng's heart sank even lower. He hadn't expected that the first wave of lightning tribulation would be the Transformation Lightning Tribulation.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Fusheng shouted, "Come on!" At this moment, he calmed down. Only by putting himself in a desperate situation could he have a chance of survival.

With a loud "boom," a large crater was blasted out of the spot. The dark clouds in the sky continued to gather and compress their power towards the center. Inside the crater, Chen Fusheng let out a painful "Ugh~" sound and slowly stood up. One of his spiritual robes was completely ruined, and his whole body was occasionally crackling with lightning.

The tribulation lightning didn't give him much preparation before the second lightning bolt struck.

Within a vast expanse of the island, nothing could be contained but the rumbling sound. Suddenly, two beams of light appeared, and an old Taoist priest with white hair stood in the air with a beautiful young woman.

The young girl looked at the crackling sounds in the distance, her curiosity tinged with fear, and asked, "Master, is that the lightning tribulation? It's so scary!" She patted her chest as she spoke, looking exceptionally adorable.

The old Taoist priest glanced at the dark clouds with a solemn expression, then gently patted the girl's head with a hint of affection. "Yes, that is the tribulation that cultivators must face. Don't worry too much. Most people face ordinary tribulations, but this fellow Daoist is an exception. It seems that this fellow Daoist has either accumulated too much power or is a prodigy, actually attracting the divine lightning of the heavens. Sigh~, let's go and stop looking."

The girl asked with some doubt, "Can he get through this, Master?"

The old Taoist shook his head. "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, that's equivalent to the Golden Immortal Tribulation. In all my years of life, I've never heard of anyone being able to overcome it. Other tribulations offer a sliver of chance for reincarnation, but now..." The old Taoist shook his head, then pulled the girl away and disappeared into the clouds.

Chen Fusheng stared at the sky with a solemn expression, his face pale. The magic array around him had long since shattered, and fragments of magical artifacts—axe handles, sword tips—were scattered all around him.

By this time, he had already survived seven divine lightning strikes, and all the spiritual treasures around him had been used up. His "purple robe" was tattered and hung on his body. His eyes were damaged, and the "Thousand Faces" on his face had long since disappeared, revealing his true appearance. With some difficulty, he took out his "wine gourd," looked at the thunder and rain that was rushing down, and cast a magic seal on the "wine gourd."

The "wine gourd" floated directly onto Chen Fusheng's head, growing larger and larger. The gourd's mouth sucked up the thunder and rain with a fierce suction. After an unknown amount of time, Chen Fusheng climbed out of the pit, a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. The "wine gourd" landed beside him, vibrating incessantly, with occasional flashes of lightning.

Looking at the "wine gourd," he knew it had reached its limit and he could only rely on himself from now on. Looking at the lightning tribulation that had shrunk to about ten feet, he estimated that even a Golden Immortal could perish if it struck.

Looking around, he saw a mess, with only the round cauldron overturned on the ground, mostly buried in the soil. A thought flashed through his mind, and an incredulous look appeared on his face. It was completely unharmed, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

As the final lightning tribulation crashed down, transforming into a three-meter-long cylindrical beam that connected Chen Fusheng from the sky, it appeared from a distance that the heavens and earth were suddenly linked by a purple pillar.

With his last ounce of strength, Chen Fusheng placed the round cauldron over his head, and then the world fell into silence.