Within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, thirteen members of the ckwood n emerged from their 1000-foot-deep subterranean refuge, a rare urrence after years of hiding.
The third generation of ckwoods, led by Marcus, spearheaded the assault, their movements a blur as they formed a totemic formation, theirbined might amplified by ancient power.
Above them, Marcus unleashed the Sky Temple, its imposing presence a testament to their lineage.
Four members of the fourth generation stood ready, their years of training evident in their synchronized movements.
Trapped within their formation was a schr, d in traditional Confucian robes, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and rage.
Clutching a calligraphy brush in one hand and an inkstone in the other, he red at the ckwoods.
"You scoundrels! How dare you ambush me again?! Does the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary hold no true Psychics? Why must I be your target time and time again?!"
Thirty minutester...
"You ask too many questions."
Marcus''s words echoed as the ckwoods vanished, leaving the Bright Light Institute''s Unquestioning Schr sprawled on the ground in defeat.
Lingering psychic energies swirled around him, the remnants of his righteous aura and a grand literary work, its every stroke imbued with sorrow, fading into the air.
Staring nkly at the sky, he sighed, "Curse those ckwoods!"
He nced at his calligraphy brush and inkstone, the only possessions they hadn''t taken.
This was the second time they had robbed him.
The third-generation ckwoods were relentless, and Marcus, with his unfathomable strength, was a force to be reckoned with.
Those damned ckwoods took everything... except his tools.
He hadn''t understood why the first time, but now it dawned on him.
Those bastards were leaving him his weapons so he could replenish his resources, only for them to swoop in and im the spoils for themselves.
A cruel, cyclical joke.
[Your descendants within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary have once again plundered the Unquestioning Schr, obtaining a vast quantity of natural treasures.]
[Sorting through arge number of psychic elixirs that enhance physical prowess...]
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Several days passed.
On this day, ckwood descendants across thend erected altars, their faces solemn as they prepared to make offerings.
However, these offerings were not meant for Ethan.
As each item was ced upon the altars, Donna, now beneath the heart of the brewing heavenly tribtion, knelt before the Forebearer''s Psychic Position.
"Please, Forebearer, rest assured. I will ovee this nine-nine heavenly tribtion andplete the task bestowed upon me by you and the n. I will free Great Grandfather from his plight!"
As her words echoed across thend, a multitude of objects materialized on the altars: the corpses painstakingly gathered by her kin, potent psychic elixirs, and the treasures plundered from the Unquestioning Schr.
[You have bestowed upon your descendant, Donna, a Storage Ring containing the corpses of three hundred thousand Druids!]
[You have bestowed upon Donna the seventh-grade Celestial Titan Powder, the sixth-grade Mystic Vision Elixir, the seventh-grade Boundless Strength Powder...]
[You have bestowed upon Donna the ''Nine Psychic Mystic mes,'' extracted from the Sky Temple and entrusted to Marcus...]
A deafening roar shook the heavens as the offerings settled upon the altars.
The seas churned, the winds howled.
Aiden and the two crab demons watched in terror, their faces pale.
Even at a distance, the sheer intensity of the tribtion made them afraid to probe Donna''s condition with their Competent Force senses.
And now, the tribtion stirred.
"What... what is this? They didn''t prepare a formation, did they?"
A colossal formation zed to life beneath Donna, its runes pulsing with a blood-red light.N?v(el)B\\jnn
An oppressive aura of death and decay permeated the air, spectral figures swirling within its boundaries.
"Such a sinister formation... I sense a multitude of souls trapped within!"
"What... what manner of dark art is this ckwood girl attempting?"
They could feel it now.
Donna was drawing upon the life force of the corpses to fuel her breakthrough.
No, perhaps she already possessed the strength to withstand the nine-nine heavenly tribtion.
This... this was her striving for even greater power!
...
[Your descendant is utilizing the ''Living Sacrifice Formation Disk'' prepared by Julian. With the sacrifice of three hundred thousand Druids, her strength will soar to new heights!]
Thunder roared, a symphony of divine fury.
Within the tempest, the tribtion clouds coalesced, forming a pair of colossal eyes that red down at Donna.
The very heavens seemed angered by her audacity, by her defiance of their might, by the sheer depravity of her methods.
As bolts of lightning crackled and writhed, Donna stood at the center of the blood-red formation, surrounded by a sea of floating Druid corpses.
Their life force, their very essence, flowed from their seven orifices, converging upon Donna as she raised her arms towards the sky.
She had already reached the pinnacle of the Developing Skill realm, yet her power continued to surge.
The first bolt of lightning, a harbinger of unimaginable destruction, mmed into Donna.
Yet, she stood firm, her expression unwavering as she endured its might.
The first strike of the dreaded nine-nine heavenly tribtion... and she had emerged unscathed!
As thest vestiges of life drained from the corpses, transforming them into withered husks, Donna consumed the pills, their potent energies coursing through her veins.
Four of the five elemental treasures she had gathered over the years materialized, orbiting her like celestial guardians.
Then came the Nine Psychic Mystic mes, a gift from Marcus, extracted from the Sky Temple itself.
In a heartbeat, the elemental treasures shattered, their essence merging with Donna''s being.
Her power swelled, threatening to consume her.
Her eyes zed with golden light as the Flesh and Blood Lotus tforms reappeared behind her.
Her body expanded, growing to a towering fifteen feet.
Her muscles bulged, her veins throbbed, and with a defiant roar, she challenged the heavens.
"Hmph! Nine-nine heavenly tribtion? Is this the extent of your power? Today, I will see whose might reigns supreme: your divine judgment or my fists!"
And with that, she charged into the heart of the tribtion.
The three crab demons watched in awe and terror, their forms trembling before the disy of raw power.
They were mere spectators, their strength insignificantpared to the forces shing above.
A full day passed before the storm subsided.
As thest traces of lightning faded, a small girl in a yellow dress, her hair tied in pigtails, stood calmly amidst the churning sea.
She was unharmed.
The pressure emanating from Donna nearly forced the crab demons to their knees.
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"This... this! Was that a nine-nine heavenly tribtion or a simple Competent Force tribtion?"
Donna''s tribtion hadsted an entire day, its effects felt even within the small fishing vige, where fierce winds and torrential rainshed the coast.
Drunken Fool, huddled outside the tavern, had nearly prostrated himself before the sheer power emanating from the sea.
His own tribtion had nearly cost him his life!
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Yet, Donna had emerged from that maelstrom unscathed.
If not for the lingering traces of lightning surrounding her, Drunken Fool would have believed he had imagined the entire ordeal.
Even as Donna returned to the vige with Aiden, Drunken Fool remained speechless, his mind struggling toprehend what he had witnessed.
Beside him, Helen showed no surprise, her expression a mixture of relief and tion.
"With Donna''s strength, the n''s ''Divine List n'' is sure to seed!"
At that moment, all the ckwoods, their hearts filled with hope after the grand ritual of Year 220, turned their gazes towards the future.
Ethan, too, allowed himself a glimmer of optimism.