Chapter 46: A 'normal' Tribulation (1)
In a bustling city, Gao Moumou, a talented author, found himself facing an extraordinary proposition. After a heartfelt conversation with his dear friend, Shuhang, he reluctantly agreed to pen the movie script for him. Little did he know that this decision would take him on a journey beyond his wildest imagination.
The story they envisioned was set in a futuristic world of XinXia, where martial arts fused with advanced technology to create a mesmerizing spectacle. It was a realm where cultivators soared through the skies on flying swords while wielding unimaginable powers. But as Gao Moumou stared at the blank pages before him, he felt a wave of uncertainty washing over him. How could he possibly capture the essence of this fantastical world?
Thankfully, fate had a quirky sense of humor. Just as Gao Moumou's doubts threatened to overwhelm him, a figure appeared before him, bathed in a radiant light. It was none other than Zenith Heaven Emperor.
"I sense your distress," spoke Zenith Heaven Emperor in a voice that resonated with cosmic authority. "Fear not, for I shall lend you my divine guidance in shaping this remarkable script."
Days turned into nights as Zenith Heaven Emperor and Gao Moumou delved into the intricate details of the script. They brainstormed captivating plot twists, breathtaking fight scenes, and unforgettable characters. Zenith Heaven Emperor's vast knowledge of cultivation techniques and his profound understanding of human nature provided invaluable insights, guiding Gao Moumou's hand across the pages.
"I sense great potential in this script," Zenith Heaven Emperor proclaimed. "Together, we shall weave a tale that will captivate the hearts of all people alike. This movie shall transcend the boundaries of time and space, becoming a legend in its own right."
As they worked, their conversations became a delightful blend of humor, wisdom, and eccentricity. Zenith Heaven Emperor's voice boomed with grandeur, punctuated by profound statements that would leave Gao Moumou both awe-inspired and bewildered.
After spending these few days with his good old friend Zenith Heaven Emperor, he was shocked. Never did he imagine that this man had such knowledge and wisdom. During this time, he even began to suspect if his friend is a delusional cultivation addict.
As the collaboration between Gao Moumou and Zenith Heaven Emperor flourished, fate decided to throw another curveball their way. One sunny afternoon, as they sat immersed in their creative process, a gust of wind swept through the room.
Startled, Gao Moumou and Zenith Heaven Emperor turned their heads to find an unexpected visitor standing in their midst. It was none other than Horizon, an eccentric Daoist Priest with a penchant for selling his cultivation to other cultivators.
Horizon, known far and wide as the Frenzied Strength Imparter, had been following in the footsteps of Song Shuhang, hoping to offer his unique services to the young cultivator. However, upon catching a glimpse of the mesmerizing movie script, his curiosity had been piqued, and he couldn't resist joining the fray.
Gao Moumou blinked in disbelief as Horizon, clad in his worn-out Daoist robes, offered a toothy grin. "Greetings, fellow script enthusiasts! I couldn't help but be drawn to the allure of this remarkable project. Allow me to lend my expertise." He said inviting himself while not accepting any refusal.
And so, the unlikely trio embarked on a collaborative journey, each contributing their unique perspectives and talents. Zenith Heaven Emperor, guided them through the intricacies of storytelling and cultivation lore. Gao Moumou, the imaginative screenwriter, brought to life vivid characters and captivating dialogues. And Horizon, the eccentric Daoist Priest, injected bursts of unorthodox plot twists into the mix.
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While the trio of Gao Moumou, Zenith Heaven Emperor, and Horizon poured their creative energies into the movie script, a storm of tribulations was brewing in the life of Zenith Heaven Emperor's talented disciple, Song Shuhang. Little did they know that their intertwined destinies would soon collide in a cataclysmic fashion.
Ever since the Tribulation Immortal Coloured-Glass Scholar had possessed his Spirit Ghost, Song Shuhang's cultivation journey had taken a turn for the unexpected. In a bizarre twist of fate, a part of the Coloured-Glass Scholar's cultivation essence had been forcefully imparted to him, propelling him to the peak of the Second Stage.
Song Shuhang found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he had attained an unprecedented level of power, surpassing his previous limitations. On the other hand, the looming presence of the Tribulation threatened to unleash chaos upon his life.
As the storm clouds gathered and thunder rumbled ominously, Shuhang's heart raced with trepidation. The Second Promotes Third Heavenly Tribulation, something all Second Stage cultivators seeking to ascend to the Third Stage Battle King Realm need to undergo, loomed before him.
"Shuhang, are you prepared for the tribulation that lies ahead?" a concerned voice rang out through the chat. It was none other than Yu Jiaojiao.
With a deep breath, Shuhang composed himself and said, "I'm as ready as I can be. May the heavens have mercy on my soul!"
Taking a deep breath, Shuhang sat in the midst of a secluded training ground, surrounded by an aura of anticipation and trepidation. The sky above crackled with electricity as dark storm clouds gathered, heralding the arrival of the Heavenly Thunder. The tribulation was about to commence, and Shuhang braced himself for what lay ahead.
Normally, a practitioner faced between five and ten waves of Heavenly Thunder during the Second promotes Third Heavenly Tribulation, each wave growing stronger and more ominous than the previous one. The number of waves varied for each cultivator, determined by their luck. If fortune smiled upon them, the tribulation would dissipate after five waves, propelling them into the coveted Third Stage Battle King Realm. However, if luck turned its back, they would endure ten waves of thunderous fury.
But fate, in its mischievous humor, had chosen to bestow upon Shuhang an exceptionally rare and daunting challenge. In a one-in-a-hundred-trillion occurrence more than ten waves of thunder appear, and he was destined to face this.
As the first wave of Heavenly Thunder descended, crackling with intensity, Shuhang steeled himself and raised his gaze to the heavens. The electrifying energy coursed through his veins, threatening to overwhelm him. But he stood firm, his eyes glinting with unwavering resolve.
With each subsequent wave, Shuhang weathered the storm, his body battered and his spirit tested, yet unyielding. The Heavenly Tribulation raged with a fury that shook the very foundation of his being. Lightning danced around him, illuminating the night sky with its brilliance. And amidst the chaos, Shuhang summoned every ounce of his strength and fought back with a determination born from sheer stubbornness.
After Shuhang survived the onslaught of the first ten waves of Heavenly Thunder, a glimmer of hope flickered within his heart. He had faced the trials with unwavering determination, defying the odds and surpassing the expectations of even the most seasoned cultivators. Surely, he thought, the tribulation was finally over.
But just as he began to catch his breath, a deafening rumble echoed through the sky, shaking the very foundations of his being. Shuhang's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the dark clouds swirling above him. It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. Yet there it was, the eleventh wave of Heavenly Tribulation, a phenomenon that had only existed in legends.
A mixture of fear and resignation washed over Shuhang. He had prepared himself for the worst, but this eleventh wave was beyond anything he could have anticipated. The thunderous roar of the tribulations energy drowned out his thoughts, and he felt a sinking feeling deep within his soul.
With a heavy heart, he reached for his phone and typed a message, his fingers trembling with a mix of despair and acceptance.
Shuhang: Chat Group, it seems my time has come. I stand face-to-face with the legendary eleventh wave. There's no known individual who has survived this tribulation. Farewell, my friends. May you all continue your extraordinary journeys.
After he sent his message, Shuhang closed his eyes, preparing himself for what lay ahead. He had fought valiantly, but now he had come to the precipice of his limits. The eleventh wave loomed above him, a tempest of unfathomable power, ready to unleash its wrath upon him.