Primordial Harem System

Huo Rong, Bing Rong, and Shen Yuxin stood outside the mansion with tense bodies, their instincts screaming at them to intervene, but Yue Lan's stern voice echoed in their minds.

[Do not interfere! This will only make it worse!]

Inside the mansion, Shen Yuan's body trembled under the immense force of the lightning.

The sheer power should have incinerated him, but instead, his bloodline stirred, glowing brilliantly, absorbing the energy into his meridians and dantian.

All of his physiques aided him in achieving his absurd dream as the Primal Harmony Physique focused on balancing all the energies within his body, no matter whether they were tribulation energy, his own energy, or even the energy from the Primordial Yin.

The False Chaos Physique broke down the energies to make it possible for him to absorb them, while the Purity Physique purified the essence and let the Chaotic Vessel Physique funnel it toward his core.

His veins pulsed with golden light, and the energy of the tribulation merged seamlessly with the Qi already raging within him.

"Haha, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger." Shen Yuan muttered with a crazy laugh.

The energy within him reached a critical point, and his core trembled violently.

With one last push, Shen Yuan compressed the Qi even further, forcing his core to condense into a perfect state.

The golden energy from the tribulation served as a catalyst, letting his physiques bind the Qi into a stable, flawless formation.

BOOM!

An explosive shockwave erupted from Shen Yuan's body, shaking the entire courtyard.

The oppressive weight of the tribulation lifted momentarily as his core completed its tenth refinement.

Shen Yuan's aura surged dramatically, breaking through the boundaries of the Origin Core Creation Realm and ascending to an unparalleled level.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The tribulation clouds above roared in response, angered by his defiance. The second bolt of lightning began forming, its power far greater than the first.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host, for achieving the impossible.]

[To help the Host continue doing the impossible as well as to create miracles, the system has decided to award you with a new physique.]

Shen Yuan didn't bother with the system message as he continued consolidating his new cultivation base.

...

Outside, Shen Yuxin and the others watched in awe and disbelief. Yue Xian couldn't contain her astonishment. "He actually did it… He refined his core for the tenth time."

Shen Yuxin's pride shone through her worry. "That's my Yuan'er."

Bing Rong and Huo Rong's eyes shone brightly as they saw him safe and even advancing in his cultivation base.

...

The tribulation clouds above Shen Yuan's mansion churned violently, their intensity growing with each passing moment.

The golden lightning crackled ominously, forming arcs of raw, destructive power.

Everyone watching from the sect felt an oppressive weight in the air, their hearts racing as they witnessed a spectacle they had missed dearly.

The second bolt of lightning struck, its power far greater than the first.

Shen Yuan stood his ground, his body glowing with golden light as his physiques worked in harmony to absorb and refine the energy.

His Primal Harmony Physique balanced the energies coursing through him, while the False Chaos Physique broke them down into manageable streams.

The Purity Physique filtered the essence, and the Chaotic Vessel Physique directed it into his core.

The lightning merged seamlessly with his Qi, further tempering his body and refining his core.

Shen Yuan exhaled slowly, his eyes glowing faintly. "Two down… seven to go. About time I fight back."

The third bolt of tribulation lightning descended like a golden spear of wrath, its intensity shaking the ground beneath Shen Yuan's feet.

He raised Tyrant's Wrath, the spear humming as it absorbed traces of tribulation energy still lingering on Shen Yuan's body from the previous bolts.

Summoning his Second Level Spear Intent, Shen Yuan infused the spear with his Thunder Intent, creating arcs of electricity that danced along its shaft.

As the lightning roared toward him, Shen Yuan thrust Tyrant's Wrath forward, channeling the gathered energy into a spiraling vortex of thunder and Qi.

The collision created an ear-splitting CRACK, the force sending ripples through the air.

The spear deflected a significant portion of the bolt, redirecting its destructive power into the sky, but the residual energy lashed out like a whip, striking his left arm.

Shen Yuan winced as the searing pain shot through his body, his arm trembling slightly from the shock.

His robes were torn, and faint burns marked his skin. "Looks like the old heavens are serious this time," he muttered, his grip tightening on Tyrant's Wrath as his eyes glinted with excitement.

The fourth bolt began forming swiftly, descending just as quickly, its power doubling that of the previous strike.

The golden lightning split the air, roaring like a celestial dragon as it bore down on him.

Shen Yuan smiled crazily, steadying his stance. His grip tightened on Tyrant's Wrath, the spear humming with incredible power as the tribulation energy it had absorbed earlier resonated with his own Qi.

'Heaven's Wrath Spear Art—Second Form: Tyrant's Judgment!' he thought to himself before the spear began gathering energy.

This time, he infused Radiant Intent into the spear, creating a brilliant glow that enveloped the weapon.

The Radiant Intent formed a defensive shield as he swung the spear upward to meet the bolt.

The impact was catastrophic, sending a shockwave rippling outside of the courtyard.

The Radiant Intent successfully deflected the core of the lightning, but tendrils of energy snaked through the shield and struck Shen Yuan in the chest.

The force of the strike sent him skidding backward, his feet digging trenches into the ground.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he steadied himself.

His chest burned where the lightning had grazed him, and his breathing grew heavier. "Fucking hell, you sure are going for the kill, huh," he spat, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.

The fifth bolt was monstrous, radiating an oppressive force that seemed to crush the very air around it.

The tribulation had grown impatient, its fury manifesting in a lightning strike so vast it seemed to blot out the sky.

Shen Yuan's instincts screamed at him, warning of the incoming danger.

He raised Tyrant's Wrath once more, but the spear pulsed in warning, its limit nearing.

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, channeling all the remaining tribulation energy in the spear into a final, desperate counterattack.

"Heaven's Wrath Spear Art: Rebellion!!"

He thrust the spear forward, unleashing a stream of concentrated thunder Qi. The stream collided with the lightning bolt, momentarily halting its descent.

The momentary reprieve was shattered as the bolt surged through his defense, splitting into smaller arcs that lashed out at him.

The impact was devastating, the force throwing Shen Yuan to the ground. Tyrant's Wrath, overwhelmed by the tribulation energy it had absorbed, vibrated violently in his grip.

Sensing the weapon's strain, Shen Yuan swiftly stored it back into his body.

His back hit the ground with a thud, his body wracked with pain as blood seeped from fresh wounds.

His robes were tattered, and his right leg bore a deep burn where the lightning had struck. Shen Yuan struggled to rise, stabbing Crimson Devourer into the ground to steady himself.

Breathing heavily, he muttered through gritted teeth, "Five down… four to go. Time for your turn, Crimson Devourer." He gripped the sword tightly, its crimson glow intensifying as if answering his call.