"What's going on?" Ling Feng was puzzled when a message came from the Mo Yu Sword, and he instantly understood!

This was the divine tribulation, a challenge to the world by anyone who reached the God-level, so the Heaven and Earth Laws would descend a tribulation to stop them! Only by overcoming this tribulation could one ascend to the Supreme Path and become a true God-level Master!

This was what the Mo Yu Sword told Ling Feng!

Ling Feng looked up, was this the divine tribulation? It was indeed terrifying!

Dark clouds pressed down on the city as if to crush it! Ling Feng felt small for the first time in the face of the power of heaven and earth!

Facing the pressure of heaven and earth, the Black Flood Dragon roared angrily, showing no fear, instead it seemed to be provoking the divine tribulation!

Boom! Once the dark clouds completely gathered above the Flood Dragon, a hint of purple appeared within them.

"It's coming soon!" Ling Feng watched expectantly, this scene was almost legendary, and today, Ling Feng could see it with his own eyes, naturally, he was very excited.

Crack! A bolt of purple lightning struck down from the dark clouds and hit the Black Flood Dragon hard.

Roar! The Black Flood Dragon's body trembled, clearly, the purple lightning was quite powerful for it!

With the activation of this purple lightning, the dark clouds seemed to be angered by the Flood Dragon!

Crack, crack, boom, boom! Countless bolts of lightning continuously struck the Black Flood Dragon!

One, two... ten, twenty...

Amidst these relentless bolts of lightning, the massive body of the Black Flood Dragon was slashed bloody, and its blood rained down on the land like rain, immediately boiling the entire area!

"How powerful!" Ling Feng couldn't help but show respect!

Although he had no relationship with the Flood Dragon, the fact that the Flood Dragon could still hold its head high and not surrender to the divine tribulation, despite so many powerful bolts, was enough to command respect just for its spirit and will!

It was unknown how much time had passed, and more than a hundred bolts of lightning had struck from the dark clouds, but the Flood Dragon was still soaring in the air, although its breath was very weak, it had still not given up.

By this time, the color of the dark clouds had lightened significantly, obviously, so many bolts of divination lightning had consumed too much power from the dark clouds! If not mistaken, the divine tribulation was about to pass, and if the Flood Dragon truly persevered through this ordeal, it could truly transform into a dragon!

Dark clouds continued to roll but stopped discharging lightning, and a hint of vigilance emerged in the gigantic eyes of the Flood Dragon.

This was like the calm before the storm, clearly, the dark clouds were gathering for the final strike!

Finally, a bolt of lightning shot down from the dark clouds, this bolt, carrying the colors of the rainbow, struck harshly on the forehead of the Black Flood Dragon!

Roar! The Flood Dragon's body trembled, with a touch of a wail and fell heavily from the sky, landing in Miao Cloud Ridge, shaking the entire area!

After the last bolt of lightning struck, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the bright sunlight once again shone over Miao Cloud Ridge.

But the Black Flood Dragon was lying quietly in the valley, with barely a flicker of life force visible.

"Did it fail?" Ling Feng felt an inexplicable sadness.

As powerful as the Flood Dragon was, was it also destined to submit to fate and laws?

"No, I control my own fate!" Ling Feng instinctively gripped the Mo Yu Sword tightly, "No matter what stands in my way, I will sever it with one sword slash. In this world, no one can influence my will, not even the heavens!"

The Mo Yu Sword sensed Ling Feng's will and emitted a delighted humming sound.

At that moment, the massive body of the Flood Dragon moved slightly before it lifted its massive head to look at the sky where the clouds were dissipating, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of its mouth.

Beams of white light radiated from the body of the Flood Dragon. Beneath this gentle white light, the deep, bone-deep wounds on the Flood Dragon's body miraculously began to heal at a visible speed.

"Could it be a success?" Ling Feng was surprised, it seemed that the Flood Dragon had the last laugh!

"Haha, I have finally succeeded!" the Flood Dragon roared joyously into the sky, its voice filled with delight.

Ling Feng also breathed a sigh of relief; regardless, the Flood Dragon's successful transformation was a triumph of will for the Flood Dragon!

But the joy didn't last long before a panicked voice from the Flood Dragon was heard, "Why? Why have I successfully transformed, yet why is my strength rapidly dissipating?"

The white light vanished, and the Flood Dragon's wounds had completely healed, but to Ling Feng's shock, the Flood Dragon's body kept shrinking until it turned into an old man, albeit one devoid of any strength!

"Why!" the Flood Dragon was furious, "Damned heavens, I clearly passed through the heavenly tribulation, so why couldn't I successfully transform into a dragon? Why has all my strength disappeared? Why is this happening?"

After a furious outburst, a trace of desolation flashed in the old man's eyes, "Heh, so this is it, eh? The Heavenly Dao is sealed, and there are no gods left in the world! No wonder I failed, so that's how it is, that's how it is!"

Ling Feng approached, sword in hand, looking at the dejected old man, not knowing what to say.

"Young man, you..." the old man lifted his head to look at Ling Feng, then his gaze was drawn to the longsword in Ling Feng's hand, "This is..."

"This is the longsword that flew out from the Dragon Suppression Pillar!" Ling Feng said flatly.

The old man took a deep breath, looking at Ling Feng with a strange gaze, "I didn't expect this, didn't expect that you would gain the approval of the Xuanyuan Sword, I really don't know what kind of luck you've stumbled upon!"

Ling Feng was stunned as he lifted the sword, "You're saying this is the Xuanyuan Sword? The legendary emperor's sword, the Xuanyuan Sword?"

The old man looked disdainful, "What are you thinking? How could it possibly be the Xuanyuan Sword? It is merely a phantom of the Xuanyuan Sword! The real Xuanyuan Sword is a Heaven and Earth Treasure, capable of shattering the void with a single slash, to think it's this? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

At this moment, the Mo Yu Sword's blade trembled continuously, as if it was extremely angry with the old man's words, seemingly arguing about something!

The old man disdainfully said, "There is indeed an aura of the Xuanyuan Sword on you, but so many years have passed, how much of its strength remains? Now it's merely a relatively sharp Flying Sword. If you can unleash one ten-thousandth of the Xuanyuan Sword's power, I'll consider it my loss and apologize to you, how about that?"

From the old man's words, Ling Feng could feel a strong resentment.

It was understandable; the Flood Dragon had been suppressed by the Mo Yu Sword for thousands of years, how could it possibly not bear any resentment?

Ling Feng touched the Mo Yu Sword, softly comforting it for a moment, which calmed the Mo Yu Sword down.

The Flood Dragon looked at Ling Feng with a complex expression, "Ah, life is so unpredictable. I didn't expect it would be subdued by you! Although I belittled it, it indeed is the only phantom of the Xuanyuan Sword left on Earth. It recognizing you means the Xuanyuan Sword has acknowledged you as well!"

With that, the old man kneeled halfway to the ground and said to Ling Feng, "I, Ao Yun, have seen the Successor of the Yellow Emperor!"

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