Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 181: Demonic Spirits Emerge from the Underground World

In the eastern region of the Divine Martial Continent, countless cultivators stood within the Soaring Dragon Dynasty, all wearing expressions of terror. Some retreated on the spot, distancing themselves far away. What they had just witnessed was too horrifying—those three were all figures at the Spirit Condensation Realm, yet they had been torn apart so effortlessly.

That massive black hand radiated an aura of pure evil, like a peerless monster born into the world, as if it could rip apart the souls of everyone present. Many people couldn’t stop themselves from trembling all over.

“Oh my god, so scary!”

The little phoenix’s multicolored feathers all stood on end. With a flash of light, it dove into Tian Fan’s chest, leaving only its small head poking out. Its two beautiful wings covered its eyes, leaving just a tiny gap to peek through.

Tian Fan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The little thing was simply too cute. Clearly it was a divine beast, its veins flowing with the supreme and masculine blood of the phoenix, natural nemesis of all evil. Yet here it was, frightened of a mere little ghostly spirit. If its aunt back on the Isle of No Return found out, she’d probably be furious enough to whack its backside with a stick.

Boom!

Suddenly, a powerful divine fluctuation erupted, vast as the abyss and ocean, with divine brilliance piercing the heavens. It was obvious that a powerhouse had made a move. Tian Fan patted the little creature in his arms, then looked downward.

Red light flickered as an old man in black robes emerged. His face was full of wrinkles, aged beyond recognition. He was an elder of the Huangpu clan, having just emerged from seclusion after hearing that a divine treasure had appeared in the east. Without saying a word, he immediately entered the teleportation array leading to the Eastern Region.

He was the leader of the Huangpu clan this time, a terrifyingly powerful figure already at the peak of the Primordial Unity Realm, on the verge of breaking into the Immortal Ascension Realm.

As soon as he appeared, everyone’s expression changed, retreating several steps unconsciously. The ancient martial clans were not forces to provoke lightly. Even other holy lands of martial arts had to think carefully before crossing them. As for the small sects and wandering cultivators here, they didn’t even dare imagine such a thing.

Across the world, there was perhaps only one freak who feared no power, daring to strike even at members of a holy land, killing decisively without mercy.

Dong!

On the other side, heavy footsteps shook the earth. A middle-aged man in golden battle armor strode forward. His expression was cold, one hand clasped behind his back, black hair fluttering without wind as he walked toward the cave ahead.

“It’s him!”

Seeing him, many cultivators gasped in admiration, eyes filled with reverence.

Shen Wuyue—a name full of legend. Hundreds of years ago, he had already become renowned across the Divine Martial world. A true genius, he stepped into the Primordial Unity Realm within just thirty years, and within a hundred years reached its peak. He was once the second strongest under the Divine Brilliance Dynasty, only a step away from becoming its ruler.

But after reaching the Primordial Unity peak, he was stuck at the threshold of Immortal Ascension for centuries. Even so, it did nothing to diminish his fearsome reputation. In today’s world, unless a Immortal Ascension appeared, there were hardly any who could rival him.

“Since no one else dares to move, let the two of us lead the way.”

The elder of the Huangpu clan spoke coldly. Shen Wuyue nodded, and together they pressed toward the black cavern. Black demonic mist roiled below. Who could imagine that beneath a mighty holy land of martial arts lay such a scene? The two exchanged a glance and leapt in together.

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed in that direction. These two were peerless experts of their generation, invincible beneath Immortal Ascension. Surely nothing could stop them.

Boom!

Not long after they entered, the ground began to shake. Within the vast cavern, black mist and red divine light surged violently. Soon after, shrill screams echoed out.

Many felt their scalps go numb. That was definitely not the sound a human could make—it was like fingernails scraping across glass, sharp and piercing.

“National Teacher, what do you think?”

From the grand palace in the distance, Long Aotian stood silently, even the casual aura he released was terrifying, enough to make some Primordial Unity experts tremble.

“These two cannot suppress what lies below. In the end, they will surely be defeated.”

The old National Teacher, despite his snow-white hair, was brimming with vigor. His face bore no wrinkles at all.

Tian Fan stood in midair, looking toward the old man. Things were different now—he could clearly feel just how terrifying this elder was, absolutely a peak expert of the Immortal Ascension Realm. Only someone like Shangguan Yuntian could suppress him.

Boom!

A sudden explosion drew Tian Fan’s gaze back below. The earth cracked like a spiderweb, then shattered completely. Black mist soared into the sky, waves of chilling cold spreading outward like a flood. Many couldn’t stop their teeth from chattering.

Buzzz…

In the heavens, a crimson blade aura materialized, dozens of meters long like a divine pillar. The Huangpu elder appeared in midair, forming a seal with his right hand. He struck downward, shattering a black fiend that had just risen, its dark blood splattering everywhere with a sizzling sound.

“Stop them!”

His cold shout rang out. No one understood what he meant—until a surge of evil aura rose from below, making everyone’s hair stand on end.

Hordes of zombies and demonic spirits burst from the underground world. Each had twisted features, black wings sprouting from their backs, fanged mouths dripping with saliva. Their ten pitch-black claws were longer than chopsticks, sharper than blades. Thick deathly fog surrounded them. On this full-moon night, under the pale glow, they looked all the more terrifying.

“Ghosts! So scary!”

Up in the sky, the little phoenix shrieked, its rainbow feathers standing upright. Its tiny head instantly ducked into Tian Fan’s coat, not even daring to leave a gap.

“Ugh, I puked up my delicious lunch. Damn it!”

The little golden dragon on Tian Fan’s right shoulder gagged violently, even bile spilling out. Clenching its tiny golden fists, its face twisted with rage.

Tian Fan was speechless. 

A divine phoenix afraid of ghosts, a primordial dragon obsessed with food—these two were just… just… adorable. That was the only word he could find.

“Hmph!”

Shen Wuyue snorted coldly, his body erupting with blazing light. His giant hand pressed downward, large as a millstone, covering all the zombie spirits below.

“Pfft…”

Expression cold, black hair covering half his face, he crushed a vast swath of evil spirits in one squeeze. The onlookers in the distance broke into chills, gazes filled with awe.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the underground world. Dozens of streams of black deathly fog burst into the heavens, shattering the land itself.

“Demonic spirits!”

Tian Fan’s pupils contracted as he cried out. The underground world was truly extraordinary—such beings had actually been born here, absolutely comparable to the peak of Cloud Heaven!