Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 145: The Young Master of the Huangpu Family

Although something so strange had just happened, it wasn’t enough to stop everyone from pressing on. Many of them, their expressions cold, summoned their tools and suspended them above their heads, illuminating the path forward as they resolutely headed deeper into the ancient tomb.

Tian Fan frowned in the shadows. Those rare treasures definitely weren’t ordinary and likely didn’t belong to them originally.

He began to worry about Li Yunyang and the others. In an environment like this, could their safety truly be guaranteed? Did that old rogue give them anything to protect themselves with? Then he shook his head. That sly old man was always calculating. His precious granddaughter was here too—he wouldn’t have sent her in unprepared.

Inside the pitch-black tomb, divine light flickered from all kinds of weapons, casting rays from above that lit the way forward. The surroundings were bathed in brilliance. The stone carvings on the walls bore ancient patterns much like those outside, and the texts on them were so old that even some script experts wouldn’t be able to decipher them.

“Just a mere ghost, just a mere tomb—how could that possibly block our path!”

Up ahead, a young man spoke in a low voice. A cluster of light shimmered above his head, concealing whatever treasure was inside, though anyone could guess it must be a powerful artifact.

He and his group quickly disappeared inside. This time, it was eerily quiet—no screams, no chaos. They passed through the first courtyard and vanished into the darkness.

“Let’s go. We’ll catch up!”

Tian Fan said in a deep voice, and the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace rushed forward with him. Not long after, the space ahead opened into a vast area. Torches lining the stone walls ignited on their own, instantly bathing the place in light.

According to common belief, this was already the central region of the tomb. But what puzzled Tian Fan and the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace was why they hadn’t encountered any further attacks. It was highly unusual. There was only one possible explanation—but neither of them wanted to say it aloud. If it were true, then this place was far more terrifying than they imagined.

“Profound Crystal!”

Suddenly, someone cried out, sparking a commotion. Many people couldn’t hold themselves back and rushed forward.

In one person’s hand was a dark jade-green crystal about the size of an egg. It shimmered dreamily, with a natural energy flowing through it. It was more translucent than a pearl and more dazzling than the sun.

Even those unfamiliar with it could tell this was a celestial material, radiating a divine aura that seemed unworldly. Just by looking at it, one could tell it was a treasure from the heavens. It brimmed with the breath of nature and was incredibly hard—so much so that, even though it was being held by someone only at the early stage of Cloud Heaven, he looked like he was struggling under its weight.

Splurt—

But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. A cold flash fell from above, slicing him apart on the spot. The Profound Crystal was instantly snatched away by someone else. 

As a supreme material for forging divine weapons, even those from the Immortal Ascension Realm would be tempted by it.

Boom—

Immediately, divine power erupted. Countless divine techniques and sacred artifacts clashed violently. The person who had just taken the treasure didn’t even have time to react before he was obliterated, his body exploding into a mist of blood.

Once one person made a move, others naturally followed. This was the world of cultivators—there was no such thing as “first come, first served.” Power was everything. Only with strength could one have the right to speak or act.

“What a treasure… what a treasure…”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace muttered to himself, eyes gleaming as he stared at the floating, egg-sized crystal. But he didn’t make a move to snatch it. No one here was weak—they were all elite disciples from powerful factions. Many were no less capable than he was.

Splurt… splurt…

The scene turned gruesome. Bodies kept falling. The not-too-large chamber was drenched in dazzling divine light as people fought bitterly over the Profound Crystal, unleashing all sorts of techniques.

The entire stone chamber shook violently, yet not a single speck of dust fell. The tomb was incredibly solid—unless someone from the Primordial Secret Realm came, it would be impossible to bring it down. This tomb was bizarre—it seemed to block all perception. Things that could be sensed from outside became extremely faint inside.

Many people were observing from the sidelines. The battle in the center was too intense, and they didn’t want to be the first to rush in. Instead, they hoped to swoop in at the end and reap the benefits.

“Senior Sister, should we go for it? That’s the perfect material for forging divine weapons!”

In one corner, Li Yunyang stared at the crystal in the air, practically drooling.

“No. There are still other experts here. We should observe quietly. There must be more good stuff on the ground—we don’t need to fight here.”

Sun Yueying’s body carried a strange aura. After hearing her words, Di Fu and Li Yunhua both nodded in agreement.

From a distance, Tian Fan, who had been secretly watching them, let out a silent breath of relief. Sun Yueying was absolutely right. There were still hidden experts lurking here. Even he couldn’t say with certainty he’d win against them all.

But what made him happy was that Sun Yueying had already reached the Cloud Heaven Realm, and even Li Yunyang had broken into its early stage. Tian Fan wasn’t surprised. For that old fraud of a master to personally trick Li Yunyang into joining the Great Sealing Sect meant the boy definitely had talent. As for Li Yunhua and Di Fu, they hadn’t changed much—still in the early Cloud Heaven stage. Many cultivators progressed quickly at first but slowed down dramatically once they reached a certain level.

Splurt—

Just as Tian Fan was spacing out, a terrifying crimson light suddenly descended like a massive blade, instantly reducing a familiar person in the crowd to dust. The space within the tomb, once rock-solid, now trembled violently from the impact—an absolutely devastating blow.

“Heh, Big Bro’s still the best—one strike settles everything!”

A familiar voice rang out, and Tian Fan’s gaze turned icy. 

Huangpu Han had arrived too. 

At that moment, he was flattering a black-haired man standing in the center of the battlefield.

“The Young Master of the Huangpu Family!”

Beside Tian Fan, the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace spoke solemnly.

No further explanation was needed—Tian Fan already knew this was a terrifying figure. That strike had been casual, not even intended to kill, yet its power was overwhelming.

The man glanced at the crystal in his palm without saying a word, then turned and walked deeper into the tomb. No one tried to stop him. Lately, his name had spread throughout the Northern Region. Few dared to go against him. Some people in the crowd watched his retreating figure with strange lights flickering in their eyes.

“Heh heh…”

As Huangpu Han moved forward, he turned back and gave Li Yunyang and the others a sinister smile.

“Courting death.”

Tian Fan sneered coldly. Huangpu Han dared to show killing intent toward his friends—there was no way he’d let that slide. He had already decided: this tomb would be Huangpu Han’s grave.

“You planning to kill him?”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace sensed his killing intent and asked casually.

“Let’s go.”

Tian Fan didn’t answer. He was already charging ahead, vanishing into the darkness.

“Pfft. So secretive.”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace curled his lip and turned into a streak of light, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“Heh heh…”

Sinister laughter echoed through the darkness. If anyone had looked back at that moment, they would’ve seen something horrifying—the entrance to the tomb had completely vanished behind them…