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Chapter 69: Heavenly Tribulation

  Most people had time to prepare for

  their tribulations. They could wait on that last influx of Experience,

  which would push them over the limit, until they were ready. Protection elixirs

  were usually taken moments before they leveled up, along with any other

  layer of protection they felt was needed.

  Sebastian had none of that.

  His breakthrough had taken a long time, so long that any

  protection he might have prepared in advanced would have expired by the

  time his tribulation would begin. He was confident regardless. This was

  many years in the making, a bit over two decades to be exact, and he knew he would have to endure it through

  his own power, without any external aid. Even so, he had expected to at

  least have some time to prepare mentally.

  The [System] gave him a single minute.

  He thought back to when Dolan accidentally reached Major

  Accomplishment. They had had about an hour until his tribulation began.

  From his understanding, that was the average. Tribulations, however, were personal. The [System] gave everyone whatever time it deemed appropriate, based on its own judgment.

  Apparently, Sebastian was judged rather severely for his

  Heavenly Tribulation. More so than most were for their Major

  Accomplishment Tribulations.

  The [System] also referred to each tribulation as what

  they were, either Major Accomplishment Tribulation or Grand

  Accomplishment Tribulation. He had spoken to many people about this, and

  they all confirmed it. It was why they were called the same across the

  different countries and cultures where various other rankings and

  customs had completely different names.

  This Heavenly Tribulation was his, and his alone.

  Unique, probably across all of history.

  Since the manual for the [Earthen Cultivation Art] had no

  mentions of tribulations, it was likely something introduced after the

  fall of cultivation. Perhaps dating back to the time of the [System]’s

  creation, a quirk of the [System] itself.

  That meant that, most likely, nobody had ever experienced this particular tribulation before.

  Sebastian welcomed the challenge.

  Without much time to worry about it, he stood up and

  stretched his new body. Since he spent so much time in the temple, there

  were several sets of robes at the ready, so he calmly put one on and

  ambled outside, his hands behind his back.

  He looked out from the mountain peak. The vast red

  landscape of the Red Sea spread out before him. From up there, he could

  just barely see Mujin in the distance. Although time had flown by as he

  cultivated in isolation all this time, he had come to think of this

  place as his true home.

  His life on earth still lingered in the back of his mind.

  The house in Celder held a place in his heart which could never be replaced.

  But this, Mujin and the Mansan mountain range, was where

  he had built his foundation, and where he would continue to grow strong

  enough to fulfill his fate.

  A deep breath filled his new lungs fully for the first

  time. The exhilaration of his breakthrough, and the hint of panic that

  had bubbled up from the sudden countdown, dissolved.

  This moment had been a long time coming. Sebastian had

  been stuck in [Core Formation] for literal decades. A feeling of

  stagnation had been brewing for years. Though that feeling had settled

  down some ever since he arrived at the Red Sea and could focus on

  cultivation to a different degree, the lack of progress in his Status

  had been felt.

  A breakthrough was well overdue, and he was ready to endure whatever the [System] would throw at him.

  As the timer ticked down, he turned to a neighboring

  mountain peak and walked. It was pre-selected as the place where he

  would tackle the tribulation, if indeed it came as he had suspected. His

  [Fleeting Cloud Step] activated like it was second nature, and he

  casually stepped on thin air and walked across to the other peak.

  At those heights, the winds were naturally

  hurricane-force. Even so, his robes remained perfectly still. His dark

  hair—which had grown quite long as he cultivated for months on end and

  was reformed to the same length—waved softly behind him as he walked,

  utterly unfazed by the extreme winds.

  Above him, dark clouds formed. They had come in quickly

  for Dolan’s Major Accomplishment Tribulation but this was beyond

  compare. The skies turned from clear blue to a thick sheet of black

  clouds that spread out as far as his eyes could see. Even Mujin, a day’s

  worth of ordinary travel away, was blanketed in darkness in mere

  moments.

  With every step, the roiling lightning contained within the clouds above raged with increasing intensity.

  Though he strolled leisurely, in truth he moved

  incredibly fast. Within seconds, he stood on top of another mountain

  peak as the storm clouds seemed to hone in on his location.

  Sebastian looked up as the timer reached zero.

  A bright, red-orange bolt of lightning struck down on him.

  KRRAACK!

  BOOOM!

  The first strike was stronger than even the most powerful

  one during the height of the only Major Accomplishment Tribulation he

  had witnessed.

  Its power surged through him, crackling across his skin,

  digging into his organs, causing far more pain than he had been

  expecting, and he had been expecting a lot of it. Then it crashed

  through him into the mountain peak beneath him, spreading out in fractal

  shapes from his feet. Lines drawn from rock melted by the heat covered

  the ground. The force of the lightning reached deep into rocky terrain

  before it exhausted its energy. Just as Sebastian grunted in pain, the

  entire mountain seemed to groan and creak under the weight of the

  [System]’s might.

  Then the second bolt hit.

  Somehow, it was even stronger. Immense electrical energy

  coursed through Sebastian. His body drowned in the purest lightning

  essence.

  Fortunately, he had just undergone a complete body

  reformation. He had been destroyed and built anew. Brittle coal turned to

  diamond. Soft clay to the smoothest, strongest porcelain.

  Though some of the lightning’s energy reached his organs,

  causing extreme pain, most of it was endured by his skin. It was now so

  resilient and strong that even tribulation lightning capable of killing

  anyone at level 50 couldn’t truly harm him.

  The third was stronger. The fourth, even more so. Still, Sebastian held on.

  Bolts of lightning fell like raindrops in a monsoon, completely enveloping him, but his new body took it all in stride.

  Argh! Goddamn, this is intense! Ugh.

  But it’s nothing I can’t handle. Dolan’s tribulation took about a

  minute. I could probably handle this for another hour— Damn! No, don’t

  jinx yourself. System, if you can hear this, please don’t go for another

  hour!

  The [System] had never answered him before, and this was

  no different. It did seem to heed his plea, however. Only in the worst

  way possible.

  All of a sudden, the natural hurricane winds of the

  mountain peak moved with purpose. In no time, they formed a tornado with

  Sebastian as the eye of the storm.

  Violent gales surged around him. Then, tiny blades of

  heavenly wind formed and lashed out from the tornado. Each one cut deep

  into Sebastian’s skin—skin which had been made strong enough to

  withstand the most fierce attacks he could imagine, but this wind sliced

  into him like he was made of paper.

  Endless essence rushed forth from within his Soul Seed to

  heal the cuts in real time, but for every laceration that healed, two

  more formed.

  “Argh!” That finally prompted a vocal response. Thus far,

  Sebastian had endured it all in silence, with only a slight grunt at

  the initial strike. But he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

  The storm didn’t stop there. It had formed with purpose,

  and the tornado continued to serve that purpose. As the lightning kept

  striking down with the fury of the heavens, the winds of the tornado

  molded into long, thin needles.

  They shot into him from every side, penetrating his skin with ease and sinking deep into his flesh.

  Each needle of heavenly wind somehow maintained their solid states even as

  they were embedded into him. Like small independent tornadoes of their

  own, they spun fiercely, like drills gouging at his insides.

  A growling grunt escaped his clenched jaw.

  Then, the next bolt of lightning struck.

  The needles of heavenly wind acted like lightning rods.

  All that immense lightning energy which his sturdy skin had managed to

  mostly keep out, suddenly rushed directly into the deepest parts of his

  body. The lightning rampaged his flesh, blood, and organs. Baptizing his

  reforged form in the most brutal fashion, suffusing him with more destructive power

  than he thought possible.

  For the first time, Sebastian screamed.

  That only seemed to entice the [System] to push harder.

  As he tried to pry the needles out with his hands,

  another bolt descended. He was forced down to his knees with no choice

  but to give up on fighting back. The only option was to endure, which

  was harder and harder to do with every passing moment.

  If not for the fact that he had endured his violent body

  reformation just minutes ago, he probably wouldn’t have been able to

  handle the pain.

  The tribulation wore down the mountain peak itself. Stone

  melted and broke away beneath him. Only a small spot, the very spot

  which held him, stood firm. It had been hardened into solid obsidian

  from the savagery of the lightning and pressure of heavenly wind.

  Just as Sebastian reached his brink, unable to even form

  coherent thoughts. Something happened. Emotions. Images. Words. Quiet

  whispers which bubbled up from the darkest regions of his mind.

  Give up…

  You can’t succeed.

  Why endure this?

  You don’t have the drive, the ambition to do this!

  Give up…

  Coward!

  Your parents died young, and you will to.

  You’re all alone, nobody will miss you.

  Give up…

  You couldn’t even hold down a job, what gives you the audacity to attempt this?

  Loser!

  Give up…

  It hit harder than he would have liked. The despair. The helplessness.

  Enduring physical pain was one thing, but this came from

  his very soul. He might have succumbed to it, if not for one thing. It

  wasn’t his voice. The thoughts imitated

  him, pretended to be him, but they weren’t his own. He didn’t know how

  he knew, couldn’t put it into any coherent explanation, but he knew.

  These thoughts were another aspect of his Heavenly Tribulation.

  He had been told before that tribulations was more of a

  mental trial than anything, in spite of its physical nature, but he had

  never heard of anything quite like this. The [System] had reached deep

  down for his darkest thoughts, and it brought them to the surface.

  Sebastian refused to listen. It had the opposite effect

  of what it might have been intended to. It motivated him, fueled him to

  push through. He recognized them as lies, and he fought back through

  sheer spite.

  As the Heavenly Tribulation reached its zenith, Sebastian

  pushed off the ground, stood up tall amidst the continuous descent of

  lightning, and he unleashed a defiant scream.

  At this point, the mountain peak was lit so brightly that

  it served as substitute for the sun hidden behind the black blanket of

  clouds. Even the people of Mujin in the distance had to cover their

  eyes. The sound of thunder, carrying a furious voice rebelling against the heavens themselves, amplified by the

  hurricane around the mountain range, spread far and wide into the Red

  Sea.

  A new legend was born that day, the ascension of a deity.

  Then the lightning stopped. Wind slowed to a mere, strong breeze. And all the voices went quiet.

  When the storm clouds dissipated and the blue skies

  returned, Sebastian stood proud on a tall pillar of obsidian. It was all

  that remained as the mountain peak around him had failed to withstand

  the might of the heavens.

  A second set of robes were gone, destroyed. Sebastian’s

  skin had mostly endured, with the exception of a thousand pinpricks

  which began to rapidly heal when the tribulation ended.

  Moments later, the only signs on Sebastian’s body of the

  mighty tribulation he had just endured were the blackened remains of

  soot, dirt, and melted fabric. Even his long hair had recovered.

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  Now, without the effects of his [Fleeting Cloud Step], his

  hair was at the whim of the winds and fluttered behind him wildly,

  though it retained the pride of a [Nascent Soul] stage cultivator.

  With an exhale, Sebastian’s body was cleansed. Essence pushed any and all dirt, blood, soot, and ash from his skin.

  [System] alerts interrupted him as he reveled in his new power.

  Major cultivation stage increased

  Physical cultivation stage increased

  Analyzing

  Analysis complete

  New cultivation method created: Unnamed cultivation method

  Please provide a name for the cultivation method

  New body cultivation stage created: Unnamed cultivation stage

  Please provide a name for the body cultivation stage

  He had expected as much, that the [System] would finally

  see fit to deem his cultivation method as separate from the original

  [Earthen Cultivation Art]. Although he had been following the path it

  laid out all this time, Sebastian had given it his own twist almost

  every step of the way, at least in terms of intent. With his

  breakthrough to [Nascent Soul], he had gone a step further and altered

  the actual method of ascension while also establishing a deeper intent.

  The corner of his mouth raised up in a content smile. He already had names in mind.

  Cultivation method created: Heavenly Demon Divine Art

  Body cultivation stage created: Heavenly Demon Supreme Body

  Sebastian walked across the skies, over

  to his temple on the other mountain peak. As he went, he sensed the

  essence rush through his meridian system like the surge of a flood,

  almost with a mind of its own. Using his [Fleeting Cloud Step] Technique

  was as easy as breathing. His essence followed his intent like water

  flowing down a mountain stream under the powerful and inevitable

  guidance of gravity, and his Technique—which previously had always

  needed manual control—now felt much like System Skills did. It was just

  there, a natural part of himself.

  Out of curiosity, he summoned a Demonic Essence Sword.

  The process was smooth, practically instinctive. The sword followed his

  thoughts with an ease he could barely believe.

  Feeling satisfied with the massive leap in his power,

  Sebastian got dressed, but instead of rushing off, he sat down on his

  mat—cleaned with a burst of essence.

  I need to understand the stage I just reached.

  Entering a cultivating trance was just a matter of

  closing his eyes and focusing nowadays. His spiritual senses washed over

  his Spirit Body, analyzing the changes. At the same time, he also

  inspected his Physical Body.

  The difference between [Core Formation] and [Nascent Soul] is truly immense.

  I knew that cultivation was more of a

  exponential curve than leveling but this is the biggest leap yet. Last

  breakthrough, I gained maybe 4 or 5 levels by ascending to the next

  stage, this feels like 10—maybe even 15.

  To confirm, he opened his Status for the first time in years.

  Status

  Name: Sebastian Moore

  Cultivation method

  


      
  • Heavenly Demon Divine Art


  •   


  Cultivation stage

  


      
  • Nascent Soul


  •   
  • → Minor stage: Low


  •   


  Physical cultivation stage

  


      
  • Heavenly Demon Supreme Body


  •   


  Titles

  


      
  • Heavenly Demon


  •   
  • Blessed


  •   
  • True Cultivator


  •   
  • Swordsman


  •   


  Talent

  


      
  • Akashic Connection


  •   


  Techniques

  


      
  • ★Fleeting Cloud Step


  •   
  • ★Cloud Shadow Slash


  •   
  • ★Shattering Strike


  •   
  • ★Stone Skin


  •   
  • ★Crescent Cloud Slash


  •   
  • ★Demonic Essence Sword


  •   
  • ★Intergalactic Sword Art


  •   
  • → Stage: Instinct


  •   
  • ? Proficiency: High


  •   


  Wait, the System Status is gone. Reaching [Nascent Soul] must have fully removed me from the entire concept of leveling.

  I suppose the [System] was never too

  accurate at converting my cultivation to levels anyway. I was always

  stronger than my estimated level indicated, like how I could hold my

  grounds against someone at level 60 while I was estimated to still be at

  49. And I don’t actually care about inspections anymore, so I suppose

  it’s fine. Better, even.

  My [Spirit Union] Technique and the

  [Mind’s Eye] Skill are both gone as well, which makes sense because I

  don’t need them anymore. With my Soul Seed now connecting my body and

  spirit, I can extend my senses freely—and with a far greater range than

  before.

  It also changed my [Sole Cultivator] Title to [True Cultivator]. He smiled softly as he understood why. I’m not actually the only cultivator in this world anymore. Nice that it finally caught up.

  Title: True Cultivator

  A unique title bestowed upon the first cultivator of

  this era. Walking along the long forgotten path of cultivation, the true

  cultivator has truly unlimited potential and has earned the recognition

  of the System.

  The description hasn’t changed much. It still sets me apart from the others though, with their Title, [Demonic Cultivator].

  Sebastian stood up. Power beyond anything he’d ever felt

  sparked with every motion. He took a deep breath to properly let it sink

  in how far he’d gotten, then he clasped his hands behind his back and

  sauntered out into the heavens.

  Each step covered vast distances. Soon, he approached the ever-growing city of Mujin.

  What had started as a simple town of just over a hundred

  thousand inhabitants was now a sprawling city. Rumors and stories of a

  powerful benevolent protector, the Heavenly Demon, had spread like

  wildfire across the Red Sea over the years. People had flocked there in

  search of safety and prosperity.

  To the people of the Red Sea, seeing anyone over level 15

  was rare. Generally speaking, the only people they ever came across who

  reached higher levels were criminals, monsters in human shape. Even

  they, however, weren’t usually very high leveled. Most people thought of

  those criminals as superhuman, and their leaders as somewhat stronger

  superhumans, but legends of those who had reached truly high levels were

  typically seen as just that, legends.

  So when Sebastian, and his group, saved them from a gang

  of these superhuman criminals, many came to worship Sebastian as a

  benevolent, living deity. Others, in particular those who knew a little

  bit more of the world, simply admired him as a generous, high-leveled

  practitioner.

  Seeing him walk across the thin air above Mujin, however, made true believers out of just about everyone.

  Skills that allowed for flight existed, but they were

  rare even in powerful sects and across the academies and magic towers of

  the Calindor Federation. Generally speaking, only those over level 70

  began to exhibit Skills that could be called flight. Rarely were those

  Skills anywhere near what Sebastian was doing.

  As he walked across the sky over Mujin, people dropped to

  their knees in reverence. Sebastian had slowed down when he reached the

  city. News and rumors spread across Mujin as he casually made his way

  across the heavens.

  Soon he reached the palace, which had seen significant

  improvements and expansions over the years. Additional courtyards were

  added and connected. A grand outer court, of tiled stone, had been

  constructed before the stairs which led to the Supreme Hall of the Divine Cult.

  Thousands had gathered there as soon as the clouds of the

  tribulation emerged, especially with the inevitable news that Sebastian

  had surpassed his tribulation. The entire cult awaited his arrival.

  Safi, Gawen, Eduard, Víctor, Chul, and Haru all stood in

  front of their own divisions of hundreds of soldiers, workers, and

  mages. None of the subordinates were particularly high leveled yet,

  generally between 15 and 30. The exceptions were some of the demonic

  cultivators who had graduated from the Cave of Latent Demons. Among them

  were some who were approaching an equivalent of level 40.

  Marion and Kwan stood on the platform at the top of the

  staircase, overlooking the outer court. The old man had an excited and

  uncontrollable tremor running through him, which he desperately tried to

  suppress. Marion just looked content, and proud.

  Sebastian glanced down at the forces of the Heavenly

  Demon Divine Cult and looked out past the palace walls to the ocean of

  people on the streets, all staring up at him like they were watching a

  god descend.

  Rather than land, he stopped high in the sky above the

  Supreme Hall of the Divine Cult and stood still on thin air. To add

  to the effect, Sebastian allowed the wind to just barely pass through

  his Technique to graze across his face and sway his robes.

  Haru, known to many as the First Demon, called out with fervor, and the rest of the crowd followed along until all of Mujin chanted.

  “LONG LIVE THE HEAVENLY DEMON! ALL DEMONS MUST SUBMIT!”

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