I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1775 - 1774: Heavenly Emperor Mask

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

"Condense for me!!!"

With Zhang Xiaohao’s low roar, the seven clusters of heavenly crystal divine iron liquid in the air suddenly merged together, and moments later, they fused into a basketball-sized crystalline liquid.

The seven seats of heavenly crystal divine iron, each thousands of feet in size, but after being refined, when combined, show only this little before their eyes. Though it’s scarce, this cluster of heavenly crystal liquid is the essence of essences.

"Heavenly Emperor Mask—appear!" Zhang Xiaohao growled once more.

From his hands, countless magic formulas continuously poured forth, falling upon the heavenly crystal liquid. As these magic formulas incessantly descended, within ten breaths, the liquid condensed into a crystal-clear mask based on Zhang Xiaohao’s thoughts, with lively features, especially the eyes—filled with supreme dominance, as if just a glance commands respect.

With the model of the Heavenly Emperor Mask set, this is just the beginning; the real show is yet to come.

Using finger seals, Zhang Xiaohao inscribed formations and restrictions from the Three Pure Ones Scripture that his current realm allowed him to use, causing the crystalline mask to gradually transform into a milky white, while exuding an aura that was mysterious, ancient, vast, and compelling.

"I never expected Brother Heavenly Emperor to understand so many ancient imprint methods at such a young age! Truly, it makes this Demon Ancestor think lesser of you!" said Qi Ye Demon Ancestor in surprise.

Ancient imprint methods are treasures that defy fate, handed down from ancient times, each method being incredibly rare.

Even with the Spirit Realm and Demon Realm combined, it’s unlikely that there’s a complete set, only shattered remnants cherished by the elders.

As time passed, three days had quickly gone by.

On this day, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes flashed brilliantly, and he shouted, "Heavenly Emperor Mask, solidify for me!!!"

Boom boom boom!!!

As his voice fell, golden lightning tribulations of over ten thousand feet appeared in the sky, with pillar-thick golden bolts striking down towards the Heavenly Emperor Mask in his hands.

"Is this the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations? I never expected Brother Heavenly Emperor to casually craft a mask that brings forth the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations—word of this would terrify countless old monsters!" Qi Ye Demon Ancestor thought in shock.

Since meeting Zhang Xiaohao, it seemed he had been constantly astounded by this unremarkable little brother—from the comparisons in the Dark Jungle with his army of Eating Immortal Demon Ants, confronted by Zhang Xiaohao’s million puppets and countless single-use Divine Thunder, which neutralized their threat effectively.

Even when summoning four Demon Guards, Zhang had Mystic Sky Treasure and True Spirit, plus immunity to his own Demon Poison—a myriad of events led him to now feel fortunate that he had befriended the right person.

"Go!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.

With a flick, he hurled the Heavenly Emperor Mask into the air, watching it spin into the ascending golden tribulation clouds, devouring the lightning strikes, and diving headfirst into the mass of golden clouds.

"Help me protect, I need to recover some lost energy," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Brother Heavenly Emperor, why would you let it run loose? This is the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations! If you’re careless and it gets destroyed, it’ll be too late!" Qi Ye Demon Ancestor explained.

"No worries! Let it be! If it can’t withstand the mere Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations, then how can it help me conquer the world and establish fame?" Zhang Xiaohao said brimming with confidence.

Having said this, he took out a violet gourd, consumed ten drops of spirit stone milk, and used his fingers to perform seals, using the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture to restore the spiritual power within him as well as adjust his vital essence.

Boom boom boom!!!

In the sky, amid the vast golden tribulation clouds, the Heavenly Emperor Mask rampaged through. The formations and restrictions Zhang had imprinted inside earlier now unleashed the true power of the Three Pure Ones Scripture.

Golden lightning struck down relentlessly upon the Heavenly Emperor Mask, but it did not fear, seemingly inheriting Zhang’s defiant spirit, becoming more vigorous and fearless, wildly absorbing and refining the golden tribulation power around it.

As time passed, the energy of the tribulation was swallowed continuously by the mask until it disappeared entirely.

Now, the mask had undergone profound changes—it remained milky white but was embased with nine intersecting, galaxy-like golden rays on the surface, creating a golden lightning mark between its brows.

"Come here!" At that moment, Zhang opened his eyes and coldly snorted, seeing the mask flash and transform into lightning, captured by Zhang, who flicked a drop of golden blood into it.

Hum!!!

Immediately, overwhelming golden rays emitted from the mask, enveloping Zhang completely, before flashing swiftly onto his face.

The mask’s features transmitted into his mind.

As the mask settled, it felt as light as a feather and soft, extremely comfortable.

"Hmm? It can release the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations?" Zhang was startled.

Releasing these tribulations depends on the user’s cultivation; given Zhang’s, even without further endeavors, it renders him invincible in the Nascent Soul Realm, capable of destroying early-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators—a testament to its terrifying power.

"Excellent! My empire’s efforts were not wasted in crafting you!" Zhang nodded in satisfaction.

With the Heavenly Battle Armor, surrounded by layers of demonic aura, magical halos enveloping Zhang, topped by the Little Spirit King Sky Crown now turned black under the armor—face adorned with the Heavenly Emperor Mask, Zhang’s ensemble was almost complete.