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"I did not disappear with it…" The black Scarlet Heaven Sword was taken aback.

The tip of its blade was stuck in the sand, and the hot wind and sand crashed against its body.

After a long while, it breathed out a sigh of relief. "That liar scared me to death."

It thought that it would truly disappear together with the white horse. As a "selfish" inner demon, it did not like the feeling.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword slowly floated into the air.

"I didn't disappear," it murmured.

It obviously did not disappear with White Horse, so why did it feel like there were knots in its heart?

Am I sad about the horse's death?

"No, wait a minute." The black Scarlet Heaven Sword's consciousness swept over the fog. The kind-faced man and the petite fairy maiden had not come out yet. In other words, the heavenly tribulation had yet to conclude.

However, the white horse had already disappeared.

We've been had by that white horse!

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Inside the tribulation-transcending space.

Song Shuhang continued to hold the turtle shell shield high, unable to move.

The black light of death shot through his chest, freezing his movements.

Spots of gray-colored death aura emerged on his body, radiating a rotten aura as they spread.

The final tribulation—invisible death.

This kind of direct application of the concept of "death" was truly insidious.

If a cultivator failed to free themselves of this tribulation, they would be shrouded in death aura and die.

This kind of death was eternal, and even resurrection magical treasures would not help as cultivators who died under the invisible death tribulation were classified as people that died of old age, causing them to fail to meet the conditions for resurrection.

Behind him, Sixteen was also frozen in place.

The black light of death that came out of Song Shuhang's back passed through her heart.

The aura of death enveloped Sixteen, causing her skin to lose color.

Sister White Dragon was extremely anxious. This final tribulation had come too suddenly, and she was powerless to stop it.

Now, Song Shuhang and Sixteen could only rely on themselves.

Sister White Dragon could only wait and see if their luck, will, and vitality got them past this tribulation.

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"Aaahhh!" Song Shuhang suddenly shouted.

While shrouded by an aura of death, his mind and body were dealt a heavy blow.

The severe pain evoked a part of Song Shuhang's memory; it was a small piece of memory where he was dying nonstop.

However, a brutal death could never frighten a true warrior.

The virtuous lamia, who was still playing the zither, performed a beautiful somersault and returned to Song Shuhang's body, and Fairy Creation followed suit.

The incomparably vast power of virtue was fully activated.

When transcending the tribulation, the power of virtue was a panacea. No matter what kind of tribulation it was, the light of virtue could always help.

After the light of virtue erupted, it began to fight against the death aura, slowing down the speed at which it was engulfing Song Shuhang's body.

On the mental side, the "fear of death" brought about by the invisible death tribulation didn't affect Song Shuhang in the slightest.

At the same time, under the stimulation of the death aura, a powerful vitality was activated deep within Song Shuhang's body.

This was a vitality that did not belong to ordinary cultivators but only to those who had survived the Ninth Stage heavenly tribulation.

When the Tribulation Transcender Vitality was stimulated, the gray death aura shrouding Song Shuhang's body was quickly suppressed and expelled.

Song Shuhang slowly opened his eyes. His kind face looked especially heroic at this moment.

"Today must be my lucky day," Song Shuhang murmured. He was really lucky to have been able to survive the invisible tribulation.

His luck today was great for some reason.

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Sixteen, who had also been hit by the black light of death, was influenced by Song Shuhang's actions.

Their life and death were interconnected, so Song Shuhang having gained the upper hand against the invisible death tribulation relieved a lot of her pressure.

Not only that, it seemed that the "luck" that Song Shuhang had was passed on to her as well.

A hazy white light emerged from Sixteen's body. This was a combination of the power of virtue, dragon energy, the luck of the Su Clan, and this special luck coming from Shuhang.

Sister White Dragon assisted her in guiding this white light, leading it to fight the death aura.

Inside Sixteen's body, a special kind of vitality also began to emerge.

That was the vitality from being extremely close to death and then being reborn.

It was like when spring came for a withered tree.

Song Shuhang's Tribulation Transcender Vitality resonated with Sixteen's vitality, and they joined forces in resisting the invisible death tribulation.

The invisible death tribulation, which could scare even the most talented of cultivators, was steadily pushed back and lost all face.

No matter whether it was Song Shuhang or Sixteen, deep down in their hearts, they did not let themselves be bound by the fear of death, and this greatly reduced the effectiveness of the invisible death tribulation.

The tribulation gradually began to weaken.

This law-level attack that made use of the power of the entire Eight Stage tribulation could not last for too long.

After four breaths of time, the pitch-black light began to dissolve.

The invisible death tribulation had ended.

I can no longer sense the aura of the heavenly tribulation.

The heavenly tribulation is over!

Song Shuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, he, Tyrannical Song, survived again.

It was thanks to the Eighth Stage Profound Sage Tribulation ultimately turning into the invisible death tribulation that he was able to smoothly transcend this tribulation.

"The heavenly tribulation has ended. Sister Scarf, we can now leave this Heavenly Tribulation Realm, right?" Song Shuhang turned his head and looked at the petite fairy behind him.

When he saw her figure, he was startled.

Sixteen stood in place stiffly, a hole in her chest.

When that pitch-black light pierced through his and the petite fairy's body, it wounded them.

Song Shuhang had a bad feeling. He looked down at his chest, and there he saw another hole.

However, the wound didn't cause him any pain.

Song Shuhang did not panic and calmly voiced out his guess. "Is this an aftereffect of that black light just now?"

The petite fairy stretched out her finger and touched the hole in her chest. She nodded and replied, "It should be. It looks like my heart was pierced through."

While speaking, her body suddenly fell backward.

Song Shuhang immediately went over and supported her.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand into the air, and a strange throne emerged before him.

The throne was built from the bones of an unknown creature, and stuck into it were twelve eerie-looking black blades.

A ghastly fire circled the throne.

On the whole, it looked like a throne that a large undead boss in a fantasy game would have.

On the seat of the throne, there were bone spurs growing all over, the longest bone spur was even as long as a finger.

Song Shuhang sat on the throne without hesitation while holding the petite fairy in his arms.