Chapter 133: Tearing Apart the Heavenly Tribulation

"Hmph!" Zhao Feng let out a cold snort.

"Do you still think I won't kill you now?"

Du Meng hurriedly shook his head. "I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

Zhao Feng clasped his hands behind his back and withdrew his right leg, preparing to leave. Suddenly, an object caught his attention. It was a scroll—the "Map of the Thousand-Mile Iron Cavalry."

Zhao Feng paused, then burst into a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! Heaven is truly helping me. Why didn't I think of this before?"

"The 'Map of the Thousand-Mile Iron Cavalry' was a work of my own blood and soul; it has long been bound to my very life. It only lacked the tempering of the Samadhi True Fire and the baptism of a lightning tribulation. I can perfectly use this map as a vessel to refine this small world!"

Zhao Feng reached out and beckoned; the scroll flew into his hand instantly.

Du Meng was terrified. "Stop! You cannot have that!"

Zhao Feng cast a cold glance at him, causing Du Meng to tremble uncontrollably. Zhao Feng caught the scroll and slowly unrolled it. A magnificent and sweeping scene appeared before his eyes. The sky was black, and the earth was red. The black sky represented the killing intent of the masses, while the red earth was the blood they had shed. The soldiers clad in iron armor were like legions of slaughter-gods.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and declared, "From this moment on, the 'Map of the Thousand-Mile Iron Cavalry' shall be the magic treasure bound to my life!"

Without further ado, he pointed into the distance, and his small green sword flew toward Du Meng.

*Squelch!*

The green sword flashed, trailing a line of blood. Du Meng slowly collapsed, though he did not die. Zhao Feng needed to begin refining the small world and forging his first natal magic treasure, so he could not allow anyone to witness it.

He sat cross-legged and formed hand seals.

*Boom! Boom!*

Several mysterious symbols appeared, rotating around him. He pointed into the air, and the scroll expanded, growing rapidly until it was the size of a room. It hung above his head, covering the sky.

Zhao Feng inhaled deeply, then suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with piercing brilliance.

*Bang!*

Two beams of electric light shot directly from his eyes.

*Whoosh!*

He breathed steadily, adjusting his state. Suddenly, he gestured toward the air, and the scroll flew to hover above his head. Zhao Feng raised his right thumb and bit down on it.

*Drip, drop!*

A drop of green blood spun in the air. Zhao Feng performed a series of hand seals. Gestures formed from emerald spiritual energy drifted toward the continental plate.

*Hum!*

As the seals merged into the land, Zhao Feng smiled slightly. "Now!"

*Boom! Boom!*

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which sprayed onto the scroll. Instantly, the scroll glowed, erupting in a blinding, crimson light—a red so intense it resembled blood energy condensed from the remains of countless dead.

*Rustle!*

The scroll unfurled, encompassing everything in all directions. With a deafening roar, the football-field-sized continental plate began to shrink visibly. Zhao Feng smiled, feeling a sense of joy. It was one of the few moments of happiness he had experienced in a long time.

The refinement had begun. This was not a task that could be completed in a single day; it required time. While forging a natal magic treasure usually required one to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, Zhao Feng was only a single step away—a step that was as difficult as ascending to heaven. However, through his practice of the "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art," he was already comparable to an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, which was why he could barely manage to forge a natal treasure.

He sat in the lotus position, hands in the meditative seal, a divine halo appearing behind his head. It made him look solemn and sacred.

Time passed—perhaps a day, perhaps a year, or perhaps even longer. The football-field-sized continent had shrunk to a radius of three feet, just large enough for Zhao Feng to sit upon.

*Swish!*

Zhao Feng opened his eyes, which glimmered with sharp light. He exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly stood up. The small green sword appeared, lifting him into the air. He beckoned to the continent, and it shrunk further, flying toward him.

The three-foot-wide landmass hovered above his head. Zhao Feng smiled and gestured to the scroll. It flew over, and the two items floated beside him. He formed a final seal.

*Boom!*

The scroll and the small world merged instantly. As they collided, they erupted in seven-colored beams of light—resplendent and beautiful, like the rainbows of the celestial courts.

*Hum!*

*Rustle!*

The scroll, once made of ordinary materials, was undergoing a qualitative change. The "Map of the Thousand-Mile Iron Cavalry" was refining the small world, and the ordinary rice paper grew tougher, taking on the texture of iron hide.

The images on the map were also changing. It remained the same map, but new faces appeared. Upon closer inspection, one could see the figure of Ming Yi, pierced by a spear and crawling on the ground.

*Hum!*

The final fusion was complete. The scroll was enveloped in a sphere of seven-colored light. Or rather, the scroll itself was erupting with a seven-colored radiance.

*Hum, hum!*

The "Map of the Thousand-Mile Iron Cavalry" began to emit the sound of a ringing sword—the sound of the Great Dao. This meant it was now a true magic treasure, lacking only the baptism of a lightning tribulation.

*Rumble!*

Suddenly, the strange space echoed with a muffled sound. Zhao Feng looked up to see the sky filled with dark clouds.

"The lightning tribulation is here!"

Hardly had he finished speaking when a black bolt of lightning struck the sphere of light with a deafening crash.

"A Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?!"

The so-called Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation was a mid-level tribulation, specifically designed to annihilate those attempting to transcend. Zhao Feng took a deep breath, preparing to face the tribulation alongside his map.

*Rumble!*

The dark clouds groaned and churned, holding the power to destroy the world, as if intent on shattering and tearing him apart. Zhao Feng reached out and grabbed the scroll from within the sphere of light.

*Crack!*

This action seemed to infuriate the tribulation.

*Boom!*

*Rumble!*

Thunder roared and lightning brewed. With a sharp *hiss*, a black bolt of lightning, swift as a thunderclap, whipped and lashed toward Zhao Feng and the scroll in his hand.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Feng looked up and laughed. "A lightning tribulation? Nothing special!"

His aura soared, becoming imposing and peerless. He held the scroll in one hand and kept the other behind his back.

"I, Zhao Feng, vow here and now: from this day forward, I shall be the one to bring tribulations upon others! I will never let another bring tribulation upon me!"

"Lightning tribulation, shatter!"

Zhao Feng let out a mighty roar. Holding the scroll in one hand, he shot into the sky like a rocket, crashing headlong into the dark clouds above.

*Boom!*

The dark clouds shattered, and rays of sunlight poured through.