The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 886: Peak Transformation Realm

The heavens trembled as rolling mystical thunder coiled around Ling Feng like countless lightning serpents.

Fortunately, having endured heaven's jealousy once before on the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, his body had developed a formidable resistance to lightning.

As bolts rained from the sky, Ling Feng countered relentlessly—slashing with his sword, deflecting with the Five Element Ring, a Treasure of Heaven and Earth, and even summoning the Five Elements Heavenly Palace for protection. At one point, a direct strike to his skull was outright blocked by his immortal-grade spirit ring.

For Ling Feng, every second of this tribulation was a chance to temper his body and glean insights into the Great Dao. But for the Despicable Donkey and Jiang Biyi, it was pure agony.

"Dammit! Dammit!"

Despicable Donkey shielded Jiang Biyi and Little Qiongqi from stray lightning, but it was clear—by the time Ling Feng finished, the secret realm's gate would likely be sealed.

"Of all times to break through!"

Despicable Donkey cursed inwardly. Interrupting the tribulation now would only summon even deadlier thunder. Not only would he fail to extract Ling Feng, but he might doom him to failure.

"Big Black Donkey, what do we do?!"

Jiang Biyi's heart pounded so violently she feared it might leap from her throat. Time was slipping away. Miss this window, and they'd be trapped in the Wuji Cave Heaven for three millennia!

Then—

A moon-white halo pierced the western clouds. The exit.

And it was moving fast.

Fifteen minutes.

That's all they had!

"Girl, you go on ahead." Despicable Donkey took a deep breath, eyes fixed on Ling Feng in the distance. He believed that if Ling Feng dared to undergo tribulation here, then maybe he already had a way out.

A gamble, but Despicable Donkey was all in.

His entire future rode on this.

"No way!" Jiang Biyi clenched her teeth. "So what if we're stuck? That bad guy might be boring, but—"

Her cheeks flushed as a traitorous thought surfaced:

Being trapped with him... might not be so bad.

The next instant, she shook her head violently, face burning. No! Absolutely not!

...

Meanwhile, Ling Feng's battle with the heavenly thunder neared its climax.

Breaking the hundred meridians Limit, he'd reached an unprecedented realm. Amid the tribulation, fragments of the Heavenly Dao flickered through his mind—elusive, yet profound.

The Chaotic Seed he'd obtained in the Ancient Cave of Time stirred subtly, as if on the verge of sprouting. (See Chapter 550: The Chaotic Seed)

"Transformation Realm—BREAK!"

With a roar, the thunder dispersed. Success.

Divine light blazed in Ling Feng's eyes as his voice shook the heavens.

The elemental qi of the world surged toward him.

One hundred meridian gates blazed open simultaneously, their true qi evolving into elemental qi. The ninety-nine gates resonated with the hundredth, unleashing a thunderous explosion of power.

This hundredth gate was different.

If the first ninety-nine represented quantitative growth, the hundredth was qualitative. His elemental qi now carried traces of the power of Great Dao—formless yet omnipotent, like the Three Thousand Great Daos of the Ancient Tower Grove.

Unbeknownst to him, this power would one day evolve into the supreme Chaos Great Dao, surpassing even the realms of immortal and devil.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The pulse of a hundred gates was deafening.

Jiang Biyi gaped at the sky. "How... how does he have so many meridian gates?!"

"The Hundred Meridians Limit—unprecedented!" Despicable Donkey's eyes narrowed. Even the Tianbai Emperor's spiritual manifestation, a fragment of an immortal expert, had only opened eighty-some gates.

Pathetic compared to Ling Feng's spectacle.

CRACK!

Thunderous energy erupted from Ling Feng's body. The foundation he'd built in the Pulse Formation Realm propelled his cultivation like a rocket.

The moment he broke into the Transformation Realm, its first-level barrier shattered instantly.

Peak second level!

Then—

Third level!

Fourth!

Fifth!

His ascent only slowed at the seventh level, but his reserves weren't exhausted yet.

"BREAKTHROUGH!"

Another shout, and the eighth-level barrier collapsed.

Peak eighth level!

To leap from the first to the eighth level upon breaking through—without external aids—was unheard of. It spoke volumes of Ling Feng's accumulated potential.

"Not enough!"

He chugged the remaining Tiance Spirit Spring, reigniting the turbulence in his elemental force.

His energy raged through his veins, assaulting the ninth-level barrier. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Ten breaths!

Twenty!

Thirty!

...

BOOM!

With a final cry, space itself quaked as the ninth-level barrier gave way.

Peak ninth level of the Transformation Realm!