Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 149: Exposed

Although they already knew the path behind them no longer existed, witnessing it vanish before their eyes was another matter entirely. As the red-haired corpse fiend charged forward, the path behind it dissolved bit by bit into motes of light, swallowed by darkness. It was like something out of a fantasy tale—an intact road turning into light and disappearing.

“Ah!”

Someone, driven by curiosity, extended their spiritual sense to probe the black specks in the air. They screamed in agony on the spot, blood pouring from their eyes as their entire body convulsed violently. Their expression twisted with overwhelming terror. Fingers trembling, they tried to point ahead, as if to say something, but they collapsed dead before uttering a word.

“This…”

Everyone nearby broke out in cold sweat at the sight. The death was too horrifying—eyes wide open, bloodshot, like the victim had endured endless torment… or had simply been scared to death.

This eerie ancient tomb was filled with lethal danger, just as the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace had warned—nearly sixty percent of those who entered had already died.

“Aw—”

Suddenly, a piercing wail shattered everyone’s nerves. Two corpse fiends were already giving them a headache, and now another one had joined the fray.

“Raaah!” “Raaah!”

As if recognizing a kindred spirit, the two existing corpse fiends let out ferocious roars. Their entire bodies were covered in red hair, and a chilling deathly mist coiled around them. In a flash, they charged into the crowd, launching a savage massacre.

“Ahhh!”

Screams erupted immediately. Several people were torn apart on the spot, reduced to food and chewed clean. Staring at the two ancient corpses, everyone trembled in fear—these monsters were unbeatable.

“Young Master Huangpu, how about one each? Only after we handle them can we move forward.”

The Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect wore a faint smile as he looked at the cold young man across from him.

“Whatever.”

The heir of the Huangpu Clan replied coldly, then leapt straight into battle. While still in the air, several blood-red demonic blades appeared and surrounded him.

The Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect smiled but said nothing more. He stepped forward lightly and instantly appeared beside another ancient corpse. With a casual twist of his hand in the air, a black vortex emerged, shooting out a dark beam of light that made the surrounding void tremble.

“Raaah—”

The third corpse fiend had finally arrived. Everyone was on edge. Even the Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect and the Huangpu heir could barely hold off two of them. Defeating them was another story. How would they deal with this third one?

This newcomer had blood-red eyes, a terrifying face smeared with black goo, and eyeballs on the verge of bursting. It looked utterly horrific.

Everyone braced themselves for a desperate fight. But what happened next left them stunned—the monstrous corpse fiend charged straight into an unoccupied area, smashing into a solid stone wall.

“Did it regain awareness of its past life and current form? Is it trying to end itself and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation?” someone mumbled in shock. The corpse’s behavior was just too strange.

“Awareness, my ass! You damn fossil, can you stop messing with us?!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace was nearly in tears. The old corpse’s shattered eyes seemed to pierce through all illusions. The moment it entered, it immediately spotted Tian Fan and him hiding in the void. Letting out a ghostly shriek, it lunged with razor-sharp claws as long as chopsticks.

Boom!

Radiant divine light exploded, leaving everyone dumbfounded—they hadn’t noticed there were actually two people hidden there!

“You old ghost! Always picking on me!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace was furious and didn’t hold back. Forming strange hand seals, he summoned countless fine black threads that surged toward the ancient corpse. At the same time, Tian Fan also acted, fully unleashing Heart Desire, No Trace to deliver a silent, terrifying spiritual attack on the red-haired fiend.

“Argh—!”

The black net from the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace enveloped the corpse, tightening steadily. Clumps of red hair were torn off, and the corpse’s body was slashed with deep bloody gashes. Meanwhile, Tian Fan’s spiritual strike inflicted immense damage, forcing a shrill, tortured scream from the ancient monster.

“Who is that? So powerful!”

“On par with a divine son!”

Both Tian Fan and the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace were shrouded in mist. Everyone saw the latter attacking while Tian Fan stood still, so they assumed all the credit belonged to the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace. Regardless, someone had finally held back the corpse fiend, easing a heavy burden from their hearts.

Boom!

On the other side, the Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect and the Huangpu heir each faced one corpse. Both were extremely powerful and wielded several forbidden techniques. Countless light swords and divine power surged through the air as they completely engaged the ancient fiends.

“Heh heh, Miss Sun, don’t you think it’s not quite right for the four of you to just stand there?”

Huangpu Han walked toward Sun Yueying and her group, wearing a sly smile.

“What are you trying to say?”

The group had no goodwill toward him and honestly wanted to kick him.

“I just want to borrow the weapon floating above your heads. Look at these ancient corpses—they’re nearly immune to blades and spears. With a sharp divine weapon and someone strong wielding it, we could take them down quickly. We don’t have such a treasure, and your strength isn’t enough to fully use it. Why not lend it to us for a bit?”

Huangpu Han’s voice was sinister. He had been eyeing them from the start—he wasn’t asking to borrow it, he intended to snatch it.

“Sorry. Not lending it.”

Sun Yueying replied coolly, not wanting to waste words.

“Sun Yueying, there are so many fellow cultivators here whose lives hang in the balance. And you’re unwilling to lend a single weapon?”

Huangpu Han put on a righteous façade.

“Yeah, hand it over!”

“Only a divine weapon can kill those monsters! Don’t be selfish!”

“Give it to the young master of the Huangpu Clan and let him rid us of those fiends!”

People began surrounding Sun Yueying’s group. They sensed the terrifying power of the weapon floating above her—it could likely shred the corpse fiends if wielded by a peak Cloud Heaven expert.

“Bullsh!t! Huangpu Han, we know exactly what kind of scum you are. Don’t even think about it!”

Li Yunyang glared at Huangpu Han coldly.

“Heh, then I’m sorry. For the sake of everyone here, I’ll have to offend you—by taking that divine weapon by force!”

Not only was he unashamed, he actually grinned. He had planned this all along. The strongest of the four was only in early-stage Cloud Heaven—not enough to wield a true divine weapon. This wasn’t a replica—it was the real deal. Only someone at peak Cloud Heaven could draw out its true power.

“We support Young Master Huangpu!”

The crowd shouted in unison, demanding that Sun Yueying hand over the divine weapon.

“Heh, don’t take it personally.”

Huangpu Han sneered and stepped forward. The four backed away. As he’d said, they could only defend passively and couldn’t launch an effective attack. But just then, a massive golden foot came crashing down from the sky, stomping Huangpu Han into the ground like an ant.

“Ah! Who did that?!”

Huangpu Han now lay disheveled, coughing up blood, several ribs shattered. His appearance was utterly miserable. He looked upward and screamed in humiliation—this heir of an ancient martial clan had just been stomped into the dirt.

“Today, you die.”

Tian Fan, having temporarily left the corpse fiend to the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace, emerged in the form of a golden giant—like a being cast in divine metal, imposing and powerful. His cold voice rang out, silencing everyone.

“It’s you… You’re Tian Fan!”

Huangpu Han cried out. He would never forget that voice.

“What?! The Son of God!”

“The demon king who destroyed the Yin-Yang Sect! He’s here?!”

Everyone was stunned. 

Four blazing divine lights shot toward them from the central battlefield—both the Huangpu heir and the Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect turned to look in shock…