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Chapter 1646: The Dragon Network’s heavenly tribulation, its mental strength is that bad?

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Song Shuhang didn’t have the habit of scanning every QR code that he ran into… Unlike Senior Thrice Reckless Mad Saber, he didn’t even feel much of an urge towards scanning the QR codes on the foreheads of the Celestials.

However, this time the QR code was drawn on him, so how could he not scan it?

Song Shuhang looked into the mirror, raised his phone, adjusted the angle it was facing, and then scanned the QR code.

“Beep~”

A pleasant sound rang from his phone.

However, nothing came from scanning the QR code at all.

Did I do something wrong? Song Shuhang scratched his head.

After pondering for a moment, he took a step back, adjusted the angle of his phone, pointed the phone directly at the QR code on his body, and then scanned it again.

“Beep~”

The same sound came, but this time, something else had come from the scan as well.

Song Shuhang flipped his phone to take a look… It was a picture.

“A p-picture?” Song Shuhang’s eyes widened.

That girl had taken such a long time painting such a complicated QR code on his body, and what came out of scanning it was actually just a picture?

His stomach hurt, so did his liver, and so did his waist.

The picture showed a very huge altar with a primitive and mysterious style located in a basin surrounded by mountains.

The altar was filled with the script of the ancient witches. This was a script that was older than even the language of the ancient era, and most of it had now been lost. There weren’t many who even understood the script of the ancient witches.

Above the altar, there was a pit the size of a small pond.

On the edge of that pit, there vaguely stood a figure with their arm stretched out and golden blood flowing out of a wound on their arm, dripping into the pit.

Above the altar, there was a dense net of enemies. These enemies were staring at the altar below, staring at the vague figure by the edge of the altar.

“…” Song Shuhang.

What did this picture mean?

Could it be that it’s telling me to search for this ‘altar’?

But with just a single picture, where am I even supposed to start looking for this altar? Isn’t this a bit too difficult?

If I still had my ‘secret appraisal technique’, I could try appraising it and see if I could gather any clues or information from it.

Song Shuhang rubbed his brows.

In the end, his gaze fell on the vague figure of the man on the edge of the altar.

The man’s body was painted with complicated tattoos—but it wasn’t like a QR code like the one on Song Shuhang’s body. Instead, the tattoos were proper ancient witch tattoos.

Song Shuhang carefully considered these tattoos.

Perhaps the secret is hidden in this tattoo?

He zoomed in on the picture on the phone.

After staring intently for a moment… he looked up at the sky and let out a sigh.

Song ‘Knows Nothing About Ancient Witch Tattoos’ Shuhang.

Whenever he couldn’t understand something at all, he could study it and figure it out.

Song Shuhang also zoomed out the picture on the phone, and carefully looked at the overall picture.

Suddenly, he softly said, “Eh?

For a moment, he felt that this hazy-faced person was himself.

The wound on his wrist seemed to appear on his own arm, bringing him fierce pain.

It seemed that there was a steady flow of blood flowing out of his body, and falling onto this altar.

After a while, a vivid sense of blood loss and weakness surged in his body.

Song Shuhang felt cold all over. He began having difficulty breathing, causing him to lose oxygen, and start sweating all over.

Excessive blood loss had such a symptom?

Song Shuhang recalled his memories of using the secret appraisal technique… At that time, blood gushed out of his body like a fountain, but after taking some medicine and receiving a healing technique, he would quickly recover.

“Om~”

While he was in thought, Song Shuhang heard a buzzing sound in his mind.

It was as if a huge swarm of bees was buzzing in his mind.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes, and shook his head lightly.

After a while, after feeling the buzzing sound in his head dissipate, he opened his eyes again.

He was still in the girl’s studio.

However, behind him, he could feel a warm touch.

The warm feeling dispelled the chill his body was experiencing.

Afterward, a pair of hands made of golden light gently supported him, and pulled him into its embrace.

They were the arms of the virtuous lamia.

She’s entered this illusory world?

In other words… the game has been broken?

“Fairy Waiting for a Promise.” Song Shuhang felt touched, and said, “You’ve come.”

While he said that, the pair of small wings on the virtuous lamia’s waist spread out and flapped gently.

The wings expanded and turned into a pair of giant wings.

The wings closed, covering both Song Shuhang and the virtuous lamia.

“Preparing the human cannon.” Fairy @#%× let out a strange cry.

“?” Song Shuhang.

There was suddenly a bad premonition in his heart.

Not giving him any time to figure out what was causing the bad premonition…

“Boom!”

…the virtuous lamia held him, rose up into the sky, and forced through the ceiling.

“Boom~”

Song Shuhang only felt his head hit the ceiling violently.

Darkness covered his eyes as he fell unconscious yet again.

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Song Shuhang was awoken by a violent pain.

He opened his eyes, and found that he was still in the dark space.

The Dragon Network’s tribulation still tirelessly assaulted him with ‘severe pain’, attacking his will.

The virtuous lamia had returned to her original state. Her tail was now rounded up in a ball as she ‘sat’ at the side. The pair of wings around her waist had shrunk, now only covering her lower abdomen.

So her pair of wings can grow bigger. Song Shuhang stared at the pair of wings of Fairy @#％×. Every evolution of hers really brought great surprises.

“Pa~”

At this time, another violent pain assaulted Song Shuhang’s body.

Song Shuhang’s body trembled—this was already the 100-something-nth wave of pain.

However, he found that he could still endure this level of pain.

Song’ Pain Tolerance Improved Further, this level of pain is no longer much’ Shuhang.

“Eh? I got used to it so quickly?” Song Shuhang himself was a little surprised.

When the 101st wave of pain came previously, it brought 100 times the pain that came before it, clearly almost bringing him to his limit.

But now, he no longer felt anything much from the pain that came from the heavenly tribulation.

Song Shuhang guessed, “Is the Dragon Network’s heavenly tribulation finally losing power? Or is it that my tolerance for pain has risen to the next level? Or is it that only the 101st wave of pain was special?”

“Pa~” Another wave of pain fell on him.

“How many waves are there? Why not just let them come at me all at once?” Song Shuhang proposed to the black space.

Everyone’s time was very precious.

It was pointless to waste so much time for this painless heavenly tribulation.

As Song Shuhang’s voice fell, the black space… began to collapse.

The Dragon Network heavenly tribulation… disappeared.

“???” Song Shuhang.

This Dragon Network’s heavenly tribulation, its mental strength is that bad?

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The Black Dragon World, Dadamar Forest, Dragon Blood Tribe

Song Shuhang’s consciousness returned to his body.

He opened his eyes.

Dazzling sunlight shone on him.

The demonic hamster embraced its toothpick sword with its two front paws, and leaned on the balcony railing while one of its hind paws hung under the railing. The sense of being a heroic swordsman apparent on its face.

So cute.

Li Yinzhu squatted beside Song Shuhang, her big silver eyes blinking as she poked Song Shuhang’s face with her fingers curiously.

After seeing Song Shuhang wake up, she smiled. “A’Song, you’re awake.”

Song Shuhang habitually asked, “How long did I practice this time?”

When he asked this sentence, he especially felt like a cultivator.

Cultivators would enter a seclusion when they practiced, and these seclusions could last several months or even several years.

Although he hadn’t closed up for that long, several days should have passed when he was transcending the Dragon Network’s Sixth Level heavenly tribulation, right?

“One night.” Li Yinzhu blinked, her long eyelashes flapped one by one. “A’Song, your steel manifestation ‘sun’ has just risen.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

It had taken much less time than he had thought.

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword floated over, and curiously asked, “Why did you suddenly start ascending from the Dragon Network’s Fifth Level to the Sixth Level when you were closed up? Didn’t you transfer all your magical power flow to Little Yinzhu and the little hamster?”

Song Shuhang raised his head and looked at the sky. As he spoke of this, his heart felt stifled. “It was because of the strong support of allies.”

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword immediately understood. “Someone transferred you some units? Could it be… the old patriarch of the Dragon Blood Tribe?”

“Haah.” Song Shuhang nodded.

“It’s fine. Aren’t you returning from the tribulation completely well?” Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword patted Song Shuhang lightly with its hilt. “Even I feel that this is a good thing for you.”

See, with his Resurrection Gold Coin still being on cooldown, Song Shuhang was able to get through the Dragon Network’s Sixth Level tribulation without a problem in a single night.

But if his Resurrection Gold Coin had been off cooldown, Song Shuhang would have been likely to end up not wasting his resurrection magical treasure.

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword asked, “You’ve succeeded in your ascension, do you feel any changes?”

Song Shuhang closed his eyes and used Inner Sight to take a look at himself. “My consciousness has grown again, and the intensity of my mental energy has more than doubled.”

Originally, his mental energy was at the level of a Sixth Stage True Monarch, and after his divine sense and small golden core ‘ancient nether dragon soul’ linked together, his mental energy had doubled, making it twice as strong compared to an ordinary Sixth Stage True Monarch.

Now, his mental energy had doubled again.

“Then, eh… my small golden core,” Song Shuhang suddenly exclaimed.

Of his seven small golden cores, besides the ‘ancient divine witch blood’ core, the others had already gotten their Golden Core Compositions.

But something had happened to his ‘ancient divine witch blood’.

Ancient witch god blood was a dark golden drop of divine blood. At this time, it was covered with a mess of repeatedly overlaying QR codes… That was the pattern the golden divine blood had formed after absorbing the 55 Celestials.

At this time, the messy QR codes on the ancient divine witch blood sorted itself out, and formed a brand-new QR code.

Song Shuhang paused after seeing this QR code. His consciousness then went to cover the drop of ‘ancient divine witch blood’.

The ancient divine witch blood spread out, becoming completely flat.

This allowed the QR code to be shown completely in front of Song Shuhang’s eyes.

Song Shuhang consciousness scanned this QR code. He wanted to copy it, and then scan it with his phone.

When he thought of doing this, the ancient divine witch blood changed, and a picture appeared.

It was a picture of the altar.