Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 166: Stepping into the Primordial Unity Realm

The five-colored divine light swept across the heavens. 

After shattering the pitch-black giant hand, it didn’t stop but instead surged toward the Demon-Sealing Stele as though it were their common enemy. Several divine artifacts joined forces, pressing down upon it.

“Little Dragon…”

Tian Fan could finally move a little. Enduring the excruciating pain coursing through his body, he staggered toward the purple-gold divine dragon lying on the ground.

“Brother…”

The little one called softly. Its massive dragon body rapidly shrank until it was only five feet long. Its eyes dimmed, but it still forced a smile.

“Are you alright, little one?”

Tian Fan’s heart ached. The little dragon had just been born and was already gravely injured. Yet, not wanting him to worry, it still tried its best to smile.

“It hurts so much…”

The tiny dragon blinked its eyes, now so small and pitiful.

Despite his own severe injuries, Tian Fan gritted his teeth and circulated the Five Elements Method. A faint silver glow radiated from his hands, flowing into the little Violet-Gold Dragon’s wounded body.

Boom!

Divine brilliance shook the heavens. Demonic might surged endlessly. Five-colored divine light illuminated the world as strange runes descended, imprinting upon the dark green stele at the center of Bone Mountain.

The three spirit Orbs spun gently in the air before transforming into beams of light that shot back into Tian Fan’s body. Only the Wood Spirit Orb remained outside, circling around him and the dragon. Wisps of green radiance cascaded down, enveloping them both. Their bodies began to glow, and their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At last, both man and dragon fully recovered. The little one was delighted, finally able to vent the joy of coming into this world. It rolled happily through the air, circled Tian Fan a few times, then shrank to a mere foot long, settling quietly on his head. At this size, it looked less like a divine dragon and more like an adorable pet.

High above, the Nether Demonic Rune quivered violently, unleashing overwhelming demonic power. The aura was so terrifying that even the little dragon atop Tian Fan’s head shuddered and swallowed nervously.

The Ancient Divine Script shimmered faintly with golden light. Its timeless, ancient aura spread outward—vast and eternal. It seemed to be conversing with the Nether Demonic Rune, though the latter clearly had no intention of cooperating. Bursts of black demonic mist erupted again and again, shattering pieces of space.

Tian Fan grumbled inwardly. No matter how he looked at it, both scripts seemed alive—like two ancient monsters conversing.

The Ancient Divine Script remained patient, releasing a gentle divine glow. In contrast, the Nether Demonic Rune let out a thunderous roar, dragging with it towering demonic flames as it rammed straight toward Tian Fan. 

Yes, rammed.

“D*mn it!”

Tian Fan cursed, terrified out of his wits. If that thing hit him, how the hell could he survive?! 

The Violet-Gold Dragon’s eyes spun in circles before it tumbled off Tian Fan’s head in fright.

Unlike the Ancient Divine Script, the Nether Demonic Rune was anything but gentle. Without giving Tian Fan time to react, it transformed into a streak of divine light and shot straight into his brow.

“Go to hell!”

Tian Fan snarled through gritted teeth. It felt like countless golden needles were stabbing into his mind. Cold sweat poured down his face like rain as he nearly screamed from the agony.

Boom!

Boundless demonic energy erupted from him. His eyes alternated between pitch-black and blood-red, his aura oppressive and terrifying. In that instant, he seemed like a Demon Sovereign ruling the world, his majesty unchallenged.

The Nether Demonic Rune entered his sea of consciousness, releasing a dark light. Two pitch-black ancient characters appeared in his mind, then merged into his meridians, circulating in a strange trajectory. Tian Fan, eyes tightly shut, silently followed the path of the black lines. The demonic energy around him grew even more terrifying.

Suddenly, the abyss that had been faintly bright turned completely dark again—darker than before. Light vanished entirely.

Boom!

A red light flared. Thunder roared across the heavens. The sky itself fractured as though the world was ending. From the endless dark clouds descended a red lightning bolt as thick as a dragon’s body. Waves of destructive aura spread, splitting the earth below.

“Damn it, not again!”

Tian Fan cursed furiously. Why did every breakthrough he made trigger a heavenly tribulation—and such terrifying ones at that?! This wasn’t just a Primordial Unity tribulation; even the tribulations of the Return-to-Immortal Realm weren’t this dreadful.

The Ancient Divine Script glimmered faintly, hovering calmly in midair, unshaken.

“Woo…”

Hurricane winds howled, blowing the little dragon far away. At the same time, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a thigh split the sky, spreading suffocating pressure.

“Destroy the Soul!”

Tian Fan roared, forming a demonic seal with his hands. He unleashed the demonic art he had just comprehended. Dark energy swept across the heavens, as if from the Nether Realm itself. Terrifying beyond compare, it shattered the purple lightning bolt in an instant.

“Pff…”

But before Tian Fan could even breathe, three even thicker bolts of lightning struck him. His body was charred black, blood gushing uncontrollably.

The green light surged, quickly healing his body. A faint divine glow flowed across his skin, yet the tribulation above gave him no respite. Five lightning bolts struck at once, slamming him into the ground. Blood poured out as his body nearly fell apart, shattered bones piercing through torn flesh. The land beneath him burned black.

Boom!

Though ruined, his body rapidly recovered, wounds knitting back together at astonishing speed. But then a thunderous crack tore across the heavens—seven massive bolts of lightning descended at once.

“Krraaawr!”

The little dragon roared, its body expanding to thirty zhang in length as it charged from afar.

Buzzz….

The Ancient Divine Script trembled, forming a golden barrier that blocked it. The little dragon let out anguished cries, its large eyes filled with panic and fury. Again and again, it crashed into the barrier, but all in vain.

Seven lightning bolts struck. Blood splattered, flesh exploded—Tian Fan was reduced to an unrecognizable heap of mangled flesh.

“Wuuu…”

The little dragon wept bitterly, smashing against the golden barrier with all its might. This was its only family.

Yet, from Tian Fan’s broken body, brilliant green light burst forth. His wounds healed rapidly as the Wood Spirit Orb appeared, spinning quickly around him. Threads of light wove into a cocoon, wrapping his ruined body. Within, his shattered form restructured, becoming stronger than ever.

Boom!

Finally, the colossal red lightning descended from the endless clouds, thicker than mountains, heavy with destruction. Slowly it fell, erasing time and space in its wake.

Even the divine dragon’s heart quivered at the sight. Though Tian Fan had fully recovered and grown stronger, the little dragon remained anxious. The Ancient Divine Script floated silently in the air, indifferent.

“I won’t die. I can’t die. I’ll live on! Come, damned heavens, let’s see what you can do to me!”

Tian Fan roared, unleashing golden, silver, and black radiance. He activated three supreme techniques at once. His fists gleamed with dazzling golden light as he chose to face the tribulation with his own flesh.

Boom!

A deafening explosion tore through the world. A blazing red light engulfed everything, then abruptly vanished. Slowly, the endless tribulation clouds dispersed.

On the charred land lay only mangled flesh. But faint green light flickered, accompanied by crackling sounds. His body rapidly reformed, life force surging as his form reappeared.

Naked, his skin shimmered faintly with divine brilliance, brimming with endless power. This tribulation had not just been destruction—it was also rebirth. His body was reforged into a vessel built for battle, beyond the reach of ordinary weapons.

Now, bathed in golden light, Tian Fan clenched his fists. A sharp crackling rang out as overwhelming strength filled him. He felt as if he could shatter the heavens with a single punch.

He could hardly contain his exhilaration. Divine energy surged inside him like a boundless ocean, like an ancestral dragon in hiding. At this moment, he had broken past the peak of Cloud Heaven and stepped into the Primordial Unity Realm, directly reaching its early peak—just one step short of mid-stage.

Death and opportunity always walked hand in hand. By surviving such a destructive heavenly tribulation, he gained unfathomable rewards, like stumbling upon a supreme divine treasure.

A battle-forged body, Primordial Unity cultivation—divine energy surged within him, making him feel like he could destroy heaven and earth.

Buzzz….

The Ancient Divine Script quivered, transforming into golden light that shot into Tian Fan’s body. The golden barrier vanished instantly, and the little dragon darted forward, clinging to Tian Fan while bawling, one tiny claw gripping a lock of his hair.

“There, there. Don’t cry. I’m fine.”

Tian Fan soothed softly before asking the little one to guard him. He needed to stabilize his cultivation again. The supreme demonic scripture—the Heaven-Slaying Devil Art—was too domineering, a holy technique crafted solely for killing.

“Huangpu Clan, Sword Immortal Sect…”

He looked into the distance, his eyes flashing cold and sharp, as though piercing through time and space.