Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 174: Return to the Great Sealing Sect

“Immortal Island of No Return!”

Everyone cried out in shock, staring at him in disbelief. Even Murong Qiu stopped teasing the little dragon in her arms. She lifted her delicate head, her beautiful eyes flashing with brilliance as she fixed her gaze on the man before her.

The three forbidden lands of the Divine Martial Continent were known to all. Just the names alone were enough to make one tremble. Even immortals who entered never came back. And yet, he was saying he wanted to go there? She couldn’t believe her ears.

“Big brother, don’t scare me like that, okay? You just crawled out of the Dark Abyss, and now you want to head straight to Immortal Island of No Return? That’s not how this works!”

“You can’t go there. You should know better than anyone how terrifying that place is!”

“Exactly. You can’t! Even my grandfather was filled with dread just speaking of it!”

Everyone spoke up to stop him, even Murong Qiu. Among them, the Shangguan brothers were the most adamant. They had been there once before, so they knew how horrifying it was. A place of certain death—only sheer luck had allowed them to escape last time.

The two men with Murong Qiu looked at Tian Fan as if he were a monster. Others would avoid Immortal Island of No Return as if it were the god of death itself, yet he wanted to jump straight in.

“The little dragon told me… just now, an incredibly vast fire spirit energy appeared there. I think it might be where the Fire Spirit Orb lies.”

Tian Fan’s quiet words silenced everyone. The Shangguan brothers were the most conflicted. On one hand, they didn’t want Tian Fan risking his life in such a deadly place. On the other, Zi Ying’s survival depended entirely on the Five Spirit Orb. If Tian Fan wanted to save her, he had no choice but to set foot on Immortal Island of No Return.

“We’ll go with you!” The Shangguan brothers finally spoke, determined to accompany him into the forbidden land.

“Hmph. Since I’ve already been to the Dark Abyss, I may as well check out the scenery at Immortal Island of No Return too,” the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace said, stroking his chin and lifting his head slightly.

“Ugh, I’m going too!”

Murong Qiu raised her little hand, nearly giving the two men behind her a heart attack.

“No. None of you are coming. I’ll go alone!”

Tian Fan was moved, knowing their hearts, but he still refused firmly. When he saw they were about to argue again, he pointed at the little dragon beside him.

“Don’t worry. With this little guy by my side, it can take me out safely if things go wrong.”

Hearing that, they relaxed. They had actually forgotten—this little dragon was a walking bodyguard. Its power was obvious to all, far surpassing the Immortal Ascension Realm, and its identity was even more extraordinary: the divine dragon of ancient legend, able to avoid disaster and seek fortune.

“Take care!”

When the sun rose fully, they parted ways. 

The Shangguan brothers summoned a teleportation array and vanished instantly.

“Qiuqiu, goodbye! I’ll miss you!”

The little dragon perched on Tian Fan’s head spoke in a childish voice, blinking its big charming eyes and waving its golden claws at Murong Qiu. It nearly made her rush over, but this time the two men held her back firmly.

“Hey beauty, don’t chase after that brat. How about we go talk about life and ideals instead?”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace sidled up again, almost pressing his face against hers, grinning shamelessly. The two men ground their teeth at him, but they knew his bark was worse than his bite—he wouldn’t actually cross the line.

“Die, pervert!”

Still angry, Murong Qiu kicked him flying without hesitation.

The night passed quietly, but the Divine Martial Continent was in an uproar. The battle at Windwood Ridge had been fully recorded on a memory crystal. Overnight, every major faction had seen the shocking, blood-soaked fight.

One man alone had slaughtered his way through countless enemies. Even two supreme Immortal Ascension experts had perished there, leaving not even their corpses behind.

But the most terrifying part—was the divine dragon’s emergence. Even through the crystal, people could feel that overwhelming dragon might shaking heaven and earth.

A golden little divine dragon at the side of the Son of God, guarding him like a protector… Now, who in this world could still harm him? That battle cemented his invincible reputation—no one dared oppose him again.

“Son of God!”

In the hidden grounds of the Sword Immortal Sect, a man shrouded in blue light growled coldly, so furious that the great hall behind him shattered.

“Why is the divine dragon not a possession of my Soaring Dragon Dynasty?”

In the east, Long Aotian stared at the crystal with regret. Back then, in the Enchanted Forest, a divine dragon had also appeared. But they weren’t so fortunate—just as it broke free of its bloodline shackles, some terrifying force had taken it away.

“Father, that person… he looks a lot like Seventh Brother!”

The little prince stared blankly at the memory crystal. Tian Fan’s entire aura had changed. With dark demonic energy swirling around him, the recording couldn’t capture him clearly. The little prince only felt it instinctively.

“Heh, that piece of trash has long been dead. Just someone with the same name.”

“Exactly. How could that waste possibly be the Son of God?”

The crown prince and second prince, both radiating divine light at the peak of Cloud Heaven, sneered mockingly.

“You—!”

The little prince clenched his fists in anger. Kindhearted and never good at arguing, he had always been closest to Tian Fan since childhood. Now, not only was Tian Fan gone, but his name was being ridiculed. It infuriated him.

“Enough. No more arguing. That person is already dead. Go back and train harder—you must not lose to anyone.”

Sitting high upon the throne, Long Aotian’s voice carried such authority that none dared disobey. 

One by one, they withdrew.

“Well killed! Well killed!”

At the Great Sealing Sect, Li Yunyang and the others shouted in satisfaction as they watched the crystal. They stood outside the grand hall, while all the disciples nearby stared in awe. That person had become terrifyingly strong—able to slay even Immortal Ascension experts. And yet, pride swelled in their hearts. After all, Tian Fan had once been of the Great Sealing Sect.

“But he’s in great pain now,” Sun Yueying whispered. The scene turned heavy. Through the crystal, they had all felt his deep sorrow. Zi Ying’s death had struck him far too hard.

At that very moment, Tian Fan walked alone across the desolate northern lands. The Shangguan brothers had gone, the Demon Saint Palace’s Holy Son had gone. Thankfully, the little dragon was with him now. He didn’t feel so alone anymore.

“Big brother, where are we going?”

The little dragon rested on his head, staring at the vast forests ahead.

“To see a few more old friends…” Tian Fan said faintly, gazing into the distance. Since he was back in the north, there was one place he felt he had to visit.

At dawn, the disciples of the Great Sealing Sect cultivated diligently, their efforts far greater than before. All thanks to Tian Fan—he had raised their sect to first among the Four, and his legend now shook the world. The impact on them was immeasurable.

“Ah, if only Xiao Fan were still here,” Li Yunyang sighed, sitting on a green boulder beside a bamboo grove. He remembered the month he and Tian Fan had lived there together. Those days had been carefree and joyful.

“Yes. He is our Great Sealing Sect’s pride,” Li Yunhua said simply, but the mood instantly grew heavy.

“Zi Ying’s death… the blow to him must have been unbearable,” Sun Yueying murmured. She could still see him, blood tears streaming down as he roared at the Sword Immortal Sect. How much pain must he have felt?

“D)mn it! Those people deserve to die!”

Li Yunyang roared, smashing a boulder to pieces with a single punch.

“I thought no one would be here…”

A calm voice drifted over. A figure in white descended from the sky, smiling warmly as he walked toward them.

“Xiao Fan!”

They cried out in joy and rushed forward.

“Yunyang, senior brothers, senior sister… how have you been?” Tian Fan smiled softly. This place felt like half his home—warm and familiar.

“We’re good, good! And you?” Li Yunyang asked, then quickly changed the subject. “Tonight, we drink! No one leaves until we’re drunk!”

“So that’s the divine dragon?”

They stared at the little creature on Tian Fan’s head, their voices trembling. To see such a mythical beast—the apex of all existence—was beyond belief.

“Hello there!”

The little dragon wobbled into the air, greeting each of them one by one before landing on Sun Yueying’s shoulder, making her flush with excitement.

With old friends reunited, wine was inevitable. Di Fu brought five huge jars at once. They drank freely, laughing. Tian Fan got drunk quickly, pouring out stories of his life—from childhood to now. But as the night wore on, the only name on his lips was Zi Ying.

The four felt their hearts ache, drinking alongside him until they too collapsed in a drunken heap.

Morning light broke, pure and clean. 

Tian Fan awoke first, smiling faintly at his friends still sleeping on the ground. He picked up the little dragon from the table, gently placing it back on his head.

“Everyone… farewell. I’ll be back someday.”

Closing the door softly, he took one last look inside before his figure vanished.