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This donghua is adapted from the novel "Zhu Xian" written by Xiao Ding

ZHU XIAN Immortal Executioner

Episode 25

Is this

the legendary Heavenly Tribulation?

With such terrifying power,

it might destroy everything around us.

He's the successor of Junior Puzhi.

We must save him.

Amitabha.

If you push further,

your vital essence may be damaged.

Senior!

Master!

What's this?

Our wounds...

It shares the same origin as the Brahma Wisdom.

Our wounds have completely healed.

Could it be...

Patron Zhang,

you...

Junior Zhang,

you

seem fine.

Thank you all for your great kindness.

Patron Zhang,

the Heavenly Tribulation isn't trivial.

The heavens are merciless.

Nothing in this world can be relied upon.

I can only rely on

myself.

Is this the power of the Heavenly Book?

This calamity began with me.

Let me end it alone.

Junior Zhang!

Amitabha.

Buddha's radiance,

Daoist essence,

and malice

have merged into an endless cycle of vitality.

Perhaps Patron Zhang

can truly survive this tribulation.

This tribulation

is no ordinary heavenly thunder.

Old man,

have you figured it out yet?

Grandpa,

we can't hold on much longer!

Threefold Heavenly Tribulation.

Why is the Heavenly Book technique

suddenly so restless?

So this is the Torch Dragon?

Torch Dragon?

Is it the Torch Dragon?

It's the Torch Dragon!

I'll leave the array to you two, Lady You and Taoist Master.

Yes.

If I want to uncover the secrets of Beastblood Circle,

I must first gain his trust.

Only then can I...

The Torch Dragon's power surpasses that of Kui Ox and Yellow Bird.

Attack!

Master,

the disciples...

Capture the Torch Dragon first.

Brother,

do you even recognize our current leader?

It resists the Purple Blade with mere flesh?

We must find its weakness to prevail.

The Torch Dragon's abilities are unfathomable.

It still resists under suppression of the Dragon-Tamer Cauldron.

Xueqi,

what's up?

I've been feeling uneasy,

like something awful is happening.

Perhaps your recent injuries

make you unsettled.

What a Heavenly Tribulation!

It destroyed all my cultivation.

You want my life?

Then come take it!

Junior Zhang!

He's lost all his spiritual energy and is just a mortal now.

How can he resist infinite heavenly might?

Patron Zhang,

no mortal can withstand Heavenly Tribulation.

Escape now!

Escape?

I've spent half my life escaping.

Now even heavens reject me.

Where else can I escape?

I won't escape anymore.

Let me end this!

Heaven's majesty illuminates.

Earth's obedience nurtures within.

Six consciousnesses align,

shaking souls and awing spirits.

By laws of time and space,

between heaven and earth,

with the primordial as guide,

and sun and moon shining,

subdue!

Where's Patron Zhang?

Did he...

Ninefold heaven's winds stand still.

The eight meridians suppress the earthly dragon qi.

A mortal is born between heaven and earth,

and all actions ultimately follow celestial principles.

The way of heaven is clear.

Should humans dare alter it with their mere mortal strength,

is it possible

or not possible?

Grandpa,

stop being so mystical.

Look at the signs.

What?

How is this possible?

Could it be...

Why do the anomalies persist?

I fear

another mystery lies elsewhere.

What?

Oh, no.

Amitabha.

Amitabha.

The Heavenly Tribulation

has a third layer!

The waning moon hangs in the long night, clouds veiling the stars

Empty mountains, withered grass all gone

The western wind brushes sorrow across a thousand miles

Bamboo shadows ripple on emerald peaks

Pour a drifting cup, asking heaven and earth

How can one escape fate?

Even with temples grayed by hardship, I never let go

Smoke rises from the hearth of the bamboo dwelling

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I

return home?