rumble……

The distant voice of the Holy Tribulation no longer attracts too much attention.

At the Siming Temple, many Taixu still abide by their duties and dare not leave the area around this plaque without authorization.

"It's about time. It's time for the summons. Come on, Xiao Gao." Someone pointed at the time to remind.

"The emperor is not willing to accept it, the Eight-disgusted Divine Fish...Okay, I have sent the password, but Mr. Li still has no reply."

"Sigh, I don't know if it's a normal lack of response, or if it's already dead..."

"Bah, be careful what you say, that's Mr. Li."

"Ah haha!" The old guy who said the wrong thing scratched his head and stiffly changed the subject, "How do you think Half-Saint Huayuan knew how to go in? We didn't even look or talk."

"That person is a semi-saint. Are you trying to figure out the thoughts of a semi-saint? Can you figure it out?"

"Half Saint..."

These words made quite a few people ponder. Some people sighed: "Actually, we are only half a step away, right?"

The scene was quiet for a moment, and all the old guys' faces became darker.

How could it not be?

Isn’t there a half-step difference between Taixu and Half-Saint?

But that half step is a chasm that can never be reached in a person's life - the status of a semi-saint!

When we were young, everyone still had dreams, thinking that if they gave it a try, no matter how hard it was, they could earn a semi-saint status through merit.

Now, in the blink of an eye, I realize that my years have been wasted and I have been stuck in the realm of Taixu for dozens or hundreds of years without achieving anything.

Dreaming is like tying a stick to a donkey's head to hang a carrot, and it will always be out of reach.

After being at ease, if you don't think about changing and don't dare to transcend, you will stay like that for the rest of your life.

"Stop feeling sentimental!"

Soon someone burst into laughter, pointing to Jie Yun in the distance and saying: "There is someone trying to become a saint again, and he is still a Fire Saint... If you want, you can actually try like him."

"We? Where are we?" Others came to their senses one after another, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

The people here are all old men. They have even survived the sad spring and autumn years. How can it be so easy to fall in love with the scene again?

Now when they look at the cloud of the Saint's Tribulation, what they see is no longer the opportunity they have longed for throughout their lives, but a huge risk of death!

The Relic of God has been open for some time, and even in the first heaven, people would be canonized from time to time.

At first, everyone was rushing forward, wanting to join in the fun, observe the canonization process, and learn more experience in case of emergencies.

I never thought that most of them were just wishful thinking people.

He didn't even find a semi-saint, so he looked for some treasures that he thought could be used as substitutes and started to overcome the tribulation.

The results of it?

Naturally, every one of them was reduced to ashes.

The Relics of God have been open for so long, and there is only one successful example of canonization.

At that time, there were actually fewer people watching, and that person was not a saint who had obtained the opportunity in the ruins, but a semi-saint who was brought in from outside.

Holy slave, Cenjov!

"Including this time, I have seen twenty-eight cases of transcending tribulation, which means that the twenty-seventh Taixu wronged soul with wishful thinking is about to be born."

"Oh, that's wrong, even the soul will be destroyed."

When everyone looked at the Holy Tribulation in the distance, the envy in their eyes was unbearable.

The step that I didn't dare to take, someone took it.

Even if the outcome is failure, this courage is always admirable, but at the same time, paradoxically, you don't want to see others succeed.

Therefore, envy and admiration will always turn into sour jealousy in the end.

"There are always people who dream big and fly up branches to become phoenixes."

"It's only when they fall and break their heads that they feel remorse, but then it's useless."

There are also different opinions put forward:

"I see that the intensity of the fire tribulation seems a bit powerful. It seems that the person who has overcome the tribulation this time is not an ordinary Taixu?"

"Who can achieve Taixu, who can be ordinary? No matter how powerful he is in the Holy Tribulation, he can still fail to achieve the Supreme Holy Tribulation. I have personally seen a water ghost overcome the Tribulation!"

After blowing this breath, the Holy Tribulation became ugly. Everyone turned their eyes away, and someone smiled and said: "Then in your opinion, how does the Supreme Holy Tribulation of the Water Ghost compare with this?"

"How can there be any comparison? He is a semi-saint of profound truth!"

"He's not weak at all. I think it's many times stronger than other Holy Tribulations from Taixudu... This is the aura we sensed from such a distance. It should be stronger at the scene."

"..."

"Sure enough, Mr. Tan has nothing to say. I'll just say that something is wrong with this holy calamity. There is indeed something to it."

Everyone looked at Shengjie again, not to mention how strong he was.

It's too far away to see clearly, but judging from the momentum, it's really not something that ordinary people can summon.

"Old Tan, haven't you seen the Water Ghost canonized? Let me tell you, how would you rate this calamity? A perfect score of ten."

"I... indeed what you said, judging from the momentum, it seems to be no worse than the Supreme Holy Tribulation."

"Ah? Are you serious? I was just joking!"

"But it depends on the situation." Lao Qin quickly explained, "The water ghost was in the Sky City at that time, and the rules are not as good as the ruins of the gods here..."

"Yes, the level of God's Relics is higher, and the Holy Tribulation is stronger. Even if this Fire Tribulation doesn't look weak, it might be just average if placed in the Holy God Continent."

Lao Qin looked worried: "Maybe..."

He suddenly felt that the smell of the fire-based Holy Tribulation was a bit fierce and domineering, a bit familiar?

But before he had time to raise any questions, the ground trembled, and boundless holy power pressed down on him.

"Master Dazai is here!"

"There are still many semi-saints!"

Taixu, who was observing the most from the outside, let out a low voice, and everyone immediately knelt down to greet him.

Not even daring to raise his head, he shouted:

"Welcome all saints!"

…

"Congratulations to Master on your successful canonization!"

When the last wave of calamity rain fell, Xu Xiaoshou was the first to speak out in surprise, feeling the sense of rebirth spreading around him.

This is the first time he has seen someone going through a tribulation so calmly and self-disciplined, it’s quite new!

In the past, either the water ghost would overcome the calamity and contain the sky, or Cenqiaofu would rush into battle with fire and lightning all the way.

For ordinary people, "tribulation" is a serious thing. There are too many things to prepare, and the process cannot even be disturbed.

If you are not careful, everything will turn into ashes.

But it seems that for the Holy Slave, overcoming the calamity has always been a means, a way that allows people to defeat more with less, which is the best chess strategy.

Even when the tribulation will be overcome, what tribulation will be overcome, and who will be restrained, it must be calculated very clearly.

Because one person is missing, the Holy Slave will have no manpower to arrange it.

What hard times had he lived before this...Xu Xiaoshou wanted to cry and laugh a little. It turned out that not only himself, but also the Holy Slave was in a difficult situation.

Back to the present moment, when he moved, many Taixu and Half-Saints behind him realized something, and they all followed him to congratulate:

"Congratulations to Senior Wu Xiu!"

"It's indeed gratifying." Cenkou said with a smile on his face and congratulated him heartily.

"Very good. After the battle with Gou Wuyue, you have been stuck for so many years. You can finally take a step forward. From now on, there is no possibility of progress." The water ghost's smile no longer oozes, and he feels a little more relieved.

Awakening from silence!

Rebirth from ruin!

When the last hint of disaster disappeared, Sang Lao sat cross-legged in the void, adjusting his breathing, and streams of fire-based holy power surged out of his body.

His charred and withered body began to repair.

Her very old appearance has also improved and become radiant.

Even the bald middle part of his head stubbornly grew many tiny hairs.

But that's all. It seems that even canonization cannot completely solve the problem of hair loss. It seems like irreversible damage.

"Has it changed so much?"

Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at Mr. Sang rejuvenating himself.
To be continued...