Zhao Yongzheng (1)

Millions of kilometers from the Eternal Spirit sect.

Earth Spirit Sect.

Above the sect sky, the sect master, Xia Ling, and the powerful figures of the earth spirit sect were looking towards the eternal spirit sect.

"What the hell did Zhao Jian do to summon such tribulation?" asked sect master xia Ling as he felt the power of the tribulation that arouses the death instinct within him.

"Why do I feel like I've read about something like this in the scriptures? Xia Wenhan, a master in the earth spirit sect, asked with a remembering tone and a weighted face. 

"The heavenly tribulation of the sinner..." An old man standing behind the sect master, Xia Qigang, the second most powerful person after the sect master, spoke. His words were like a hammer to all who were present, uttering the name of a tribulation that has not been seen for thousands of generations,and even some elders of the sect had not heard of it because of the lack of mention of it.

"This bastard, did he really have a sinful son?" the sect master said with a feeling of jealousy and sarcasm at the same time.

All the sects close to the Eternal Spirit sect were in the same conversation, and they gazed in horror at that terrible tribulation. Among these sects were the Bamboo Spirit sect, Mysterious Spirit sect, Silver Moon Spirit sect, and Bright Star Spirit sect.

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That ancient warrior who was formed from lightning and thunder had no eyes, but everyone felt his piercing gaze staring deep into their souls from above. Once it appeared, the hope of a monsoon breeze vanished in their hearts. Even the air itself stopped moving, as if the entire universe held its breath in its terrible presence.

Slowly, the ancient warrior raised his hand with the radiant golden sword. The lightning surrounding the sword was tearing apart the space around it, and the sound of dimension ripping into their ears was a cry of death. Even before the ancient warrior lowered his hand, the souls escaped from their bodies as if being pulled with invisible force.

The sect master, Zhao Jian, was looking up with a completely paralyzed body. He felt very very weak after activating the Spiritual Essence. He could only look at their inevitable end, unable to see his newborn son. Events were taking place at a terrifying speed, first completely paralyzing their community, and then the tribulation came down to destroy them. They didn't have time to summon the sect barrier or activate their defense treasures.

Very slowly, the old warrior's sword began to fall. The front of the sword sharply cut through space-time, and the river of time rotated around it weakly, as if you saw planets born and dying every second the sword moved downward. The scene was majestic and terrifying, as if the entire universe was witnessing their imminent end.

zzzzt–-

Suddenly there appeared a pure white spell that radiated with golden glitter to meet the lightning sword.

The spell met with the end of the sword, creating a great explosion that stormed the space around them, creating a ghastly scene as the beginning of the apocalypse. The spell continued to repel the attack force of the ancient warrior, creating a spectacle as if the gods themselves were fighting against one another. But suddenly, the spell radiation gets brighter, and a telegram power is unleashed on the ancient warrior.

The energy of the lightning exploded around the ancient warrior's body, illuminating the sky with a breathtaking light.The enormous sounds rose like the cries of the entire universe, and the earth beneath them was shaking and cracking.

The spell did eliminate the ancient Warrior in one fell swoop, the warrior who heralded the end of this world, ended up this way.

But the power of the spell is not over here. quickly transformed into a powerful lightning bolt, it sped towards earth at great speed, penetrating accurately through the roof of the twilight reflection palace, and towards the room of the sect master's wife. in an amazing eruption, the lightning passes through the body of the newborn baby.

A few moments later, the stormy winds of the abyss began to subside until they faded completely, and the abyss slowly diminished until it disappeared as if it had never been. What had just been a threat to end their world, now vanished without a trace. 

The events seemed to be part of a fairy tale to be told by the traveler. The sky, which had just been lit by thunderous lightning, has abated unexpectedly, as if it were a quiet cloth with no dark clouds.

The air was still, and the place was incredibly quiet. The scattered trees seemed to regain their lives, and the night birds that had hidden from the storm began to sing again. It seemed like a temporary break from a living nightmare, as if what had just happened were an illusion that had faded into the air. 

Suddenly, the silence of the empty hall was broken by an infant cry, "waa, waaa", hesitating throughout the twilight reflection palace.

Sect master, who had lost all his spiritual power and exhausted mind, with great weakness, gathered all the strength he had left to move his cracked body, slowly taking a step towards his wife's room. While the old Fu was beside him, she was a barrier protecting her full spiritual power to protect his daughter from the extreme pressure that weighed on them, a pressure that was able to completely crush her body.

Entering his wife's room, Zhao Liqin, the whole place was decorated with a soothing celestial color. The walls were decorated with gleaming jade stones, giving the room an aura of serenity and beauty.

In the middle of the room, there was an ornate bed on which lay a woman with light blonde hair and snowflakes-white skin, surrounded by an aura of purity and tranquility. In her tender arms, she was embracing a baby, a spiritual power that protected him. Her facial features reflected a quiet beauty, but she was devoid of life, as if she had exhausted all her vital energy to protect her little young.

Stumbling and saddened, he looked at the scene before him with shock and indescribable pain. His heart is heartbroken, and his eyes are filled with tears. Slowly advancing towards the bed, he fell on his knees beside her, and took her cold hand into his trembling hands. Tears streamed silently down his cheeks, and she felt the bitterness of the glow on his lips.

He couldn't speak, the words were stuck in his throat, choked with pain. He collapsed by the bedside, tears of sadness flowing silently as he bit his lips, trying to muffle his screams. 

Slowly, he left her cold hand, his features bearing the weight of his pain. His tears in his eyes gaze with unspeakable sadness at his baby. He grabs him tenderly in his arms, mixing sadness with hope. He holds him to his chest, as if seeking solace in the midst of this disaster.

With a tearful voice, he whispered, "You are not the sinful son, you are Zhao Yongzheng." His words carried a fervent vow of protection and love, determined to give his son a chance to live away from all the pain and darkness that surrounded them. [1]

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Outside the room of the sect master's wife, teachers were flying in the atmosphere of the sect, their faces wrinkled with anxiety and fear. One of them shouted an urgent order: "Quickly! activated the barrier of the eternal spirit and forbade any disciple to leave the sect!" Their disaster was a real threat to the counts existence, and they had no time to waste.

The steps accelerated, and whispers and screams grew louder, as they knew that activating the Great Barrier was the only chance to protect their community from the external threat. With fear-stricken hearts and trembling hands, they began to arrange the formations and activate the ancient symbols that would keep them from the yard.

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[1] zhao Yongzheng: eternal correctness