Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 152: Spirit Orb Appears, Vengeful Ghost Fears

Inside the ancient tomb, everyone’s face was filled with despair. There was no way to retreat, and ahead stood a vengeful ghost at the Return to Immortality stage, along with three terrifying corpse fiends. This was a certain-death scenario. No one could survive—not even a true expert at the Return to Immortality level could guarantee their life here.

“Ha ha ha…”

The vengeful ghost, shrouded in black demonic mist, let out a maniacal laugh. Behind it, the three corpse fiends howled eerily, their cries enough to terrify anyone.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like nails scraping glass. It was unbearable and carried a strange, oppressive force that made everyone’s eardrums throb painfully.

Tian Fan stood firm, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. With great effort, he swung the Reversed Dragon Blade, and in that moment, a powerful aura emerged, blocking the ghost’s oppressive energy.

“This weapon… not bad. It’ll make the perfect demonic tool for me!”

The ghost’s blood-red eyes flashed with icy light, fixed on the Reversed Dragon Blade in Tian Fan’s hands.

Tian Fan’s expression remained indifferent, unfazed by the threat. Golden light shimmered in his eyes as a golden sun wheel rotated at his brow, releasing brilliant radiance.

“Heart’s Desire, No Trace!”

The ghost let out a startled cry, while the three ancient corpses behind it jumped back in shock, staring at Tian Fan with fear. The red fur on their bodies trembled violently.

“Too bad… your cultivation is still too low. You can’t hurt me!”

Despite its words, the ghost dared not lower its guard. It seemed to be very familiar with this divine technique. Even Tian Fan was stunned—this was the first time he had encountered someone who could call out the name of that technique. This ghost was no ordinary being.

Buzz…

A golden celestial sword emerged from Tian Fan’s forehead, shining with divine light. It shot straight toward the ghost with deadly precision.

The ghost grew serious. Even though it possessed the power of the Return to Immortality stage, it no longer had a physical body—only a powerful demonic soul. This divine sword was its natural nemesis.

It raised a pair of shriveled bone claws, summoning a ball of pitch-black demonic energy to intercept the incoming sword.

Tian Fan sneered. He never intended to injure the ghost; he only meant to buy time. The divine light of the Reversed Dragon Blade erupted as he swung it forcefully at the barrier ahead.

Boom…

A terrifying shockwave followed. The energy barrier shattered instantly. Tian Fan was blasted backward and crashed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“No! You… you actually opened it! How could this happen!?”

The ghost screamed in horror upon seeing the barrier ahead begin to crumble.

Boom…

Finally, the invisible seal broke completely. The scene ahead came into full view—an endless sea of lightning stretched out before them. Silver bolts of lightning, thicker than mountains, roared from the heavens to the earth. The terrifying thunder power surged wildly, as if it could obliterate all existence.

Zzzzt… Zzzzt… Zzzzt…

Three nearby ancient corpses didn’t even have time to cry out before they were engulfed by the lightning. They vanished into black smoke, completely annihilated, causing everyone to tremble from the depths of their souls.

Suspended quietly in the center of that lightning sea floated a strange Orb. Not even the endless divine lightning could harm it. In fact, it felt like everything there existed because of it. The moment everyone saw it, their faces showed utter shock—it was clearly a divine artifact beyond imagination.

Tian Fan’s whole body trembled when he laid eyes on the Orb. His guess was right—the Thunder Spirit Orb was here!

“No… He’s coming… He’s coming out!”

The ghost was overwhelmed with fear, trembling as it pointed at Tian Fan. “Descendant of the gods… Do you understand what you’ve done!? You’ve opened the demonic gate of hell! No one in this world can stop what’s coming—there will be rivers of blood!”

The ghost screamed madly, the black mist around it dissipating to reveal a shriveled, decaying body worse than deadwood. Its pupils were diamond-shaped, and a single horn jutted from its head.

“Demon race!”

Everyone gasped in recognition. This ghost was one of the beings recorded in ancient texts from the Demon Realm.

Before they could recover from the shock, a ball of black light appeared within the lightning sea. Demonic energy surged, and an overwhelming spiritual pressure descended. Everyone felt as if a mountain had dropped onto their hearts—oppressive and suffocating, their minds on the verge of collapse. No one could even speak, only stare in horror.

Time itself seemed to freeze. Only that black demonic cloud hovered quietly within the lightning sea. Even the lightning parted for it, as if making way for a divine general stepping out of heaven.

Pfft… Pfft…

Just the aura alone caused some weaker cultivators to explode on the spot, their bodies bursting apart. The Saint Son of the Demon Palace coughed up blood continuously, his protective divine light growing fainter by the second. Behind him, Li Yunyang and the other two channeled their divine power into him in desperation. Even the Sword Immortal Sect’s divine son and the heir of the Huangpu Clan couldn’t resist—their mouths bled as well.

Tian Fan was in the worst state. He was closest to the source, and he had to shield Sun Yueying. The pressure he endured was unimaginable. His body, tempered nearly to the Return to Immortality level, was starting to crack.

“Junior Brother!”

Sun Yueying cried out. Tian Fan was now covered in blood, not a single patch of intact skin left. But his eyes remained bright, full of divine light. Using the Reversed Dragon Blade to support himself, he stared unwaveringly at the radiant Spirit Orb in the lightning sea.

“Haha! You’re all going to die! All of you! I’m not willing! I’m not willing!!”

The ghost howled in rage, filled with boundless hatred.

Ahead, the black demonic cloud drifted closer. Endless dark mist surged outward like a monstrous wave, instantly immobilizing everyone. Even the ghost couldn’t move. Those caught within the mist stared at the demonic cloud in terror, unable to speak.

The crushing spiritual pressure continued to intensify. It was beyond anything they had ever experienced. Their minds went blank, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Finally, the strange black cloud emerged from the lightning sea and floated before them. It resembled the abyss of hell, like a gateway to another realm. Deathly energy spilled out endlessly—just one glance made their souls feel like they were shattering.

Suddenly, a blood-red light gleamed from within the cloud. The black mist began to thin, but the oppressive pressure only grew stronger.

Pfft… Pfft…

More people exploded under the pressure, turning into clouds of blood mist in the air.

At last, the black mist completely dispersed.

Tian Fan slowly lifted his head. The moment his eyes met the figure before him, his expression turned to sheer horror. His body trembled uncontrollably…