The Battle of the Underworld, the Resentment of the Celestial Venerable Lingbao

Wang Mingyuan and the Immortal Who Mending Heaven exchanged blows across two worlds, shaking the entire universe.

The aftershocks of that palm strike lingered for a long time, the chaotic energy intertwined with the immortal light, leaving a deep crack in the void between the two worlds.

Countless beings looked up and saw a sight they would never forget—two hands that blotted out the sky clashed together in the heavens, as if two immortals were fighting.

However, the impact of this battle went far beyond that.

That earth-shattering collision, that shockwave powerful enough to tear apart the starry sky, not only shook the heavens and the earth, but also those forces hidden in the shadows.

This includes the underworld.

The Underworld is a terrifying force that has existed since the age of mythology. It hides in the darkest corner of the universe and takes it upon itself to collect the corpses of the powerful and refine strange corpses.

Their influence extends throughout the universe, their methods are unpredictable, and they even take the remains of ancient emperors and celestial beings.

For many years, the underworld has been lying dormant, hidden in the shadows, and even forbidden zones are wary of it.

Who knows how many secrets the underworld holds, or how many powerful corpses it buries?

But this time, the clash between Wang Mingyuan and the Immortal of Mending Heaven was too terrifying. The shockwave pierced through the eternal void and reached the Netherworld, where the Underworld is located.

Wang Mingyuan captured traces of the underworld.

In that instant, Wang Mingyuan's divine sense swept across the entire universe, chaotic energy permeated the air, and all paths submitted.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, through illusion and reality, locking onto a cold, dark region deep within the universe.

There, the air was thick with yin energy and deathly stillness, as if it were a dead zone.

But beneath that dead zone lies a shocking secret.

That's the underworld.

A terrifying force inherited from the era of the Underworld Emperor, an existence that even the ancient emperors and celestial beings fear.

Wang Mingyuan's eyes turned cold.

He was no stranger to the underworld.

In the original story, the underworld once stirred up a huge storm. They collected the corpses of powerful people, refined strange corpses, and even dared to attack the remains of the Great Emperor.

Source Gods, Source Demons, Yama—each of these beings is so powerful that it inspires despair.

They were supposed to appear when the path to immortality opened, but Wang Mingyuan's appearance changed everything.

Before they even had a chance to walk in the world, they were suppressed by Wang Mingyuan and turned into cowards.

They did not die; they are all alive, sleeping in the deepest part of the underworld.

Wang Mingyuan originally wanted to find an opportunity to wipe out the underworld and use those ancient emperors and celestial beings to practice his Heavenly Transformation Scripture, so as to accumulate foundation for his breakthrough to the Battle Immortal realm.

Now that the underworld has been exposed, it is a golden opportunity.

Wang Mingyuan stood up, his chaotic energy surging, ready to make a move.

However, before he could move, a figure brimming with murderous intent rushed out first.

As expected, it is Lingbao Tianzun.

This supreme being, who had already attained enlightenment in the mythical era, was once revived by Wang Mingyuan using heaven-defying methods. Now, he is Wang Mingyuan's strongest combat force, without exception.

His four killing swords are the most terrifying weapons of slaughter in the world, each stained with the blood of the Celestial Venerable.

At this moment, the aura of Lingbao Tianzun was extremely violent.

His four killing swords circled around him, their sword energy soaring into the sky, their killing intent as vast as the sea, as if they were about to tear the entire world apart.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with boundless hatred.

"The Underworld!"

Lingbao Tianzun's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld.

"I've finally waited for this day!"

Before he finished speaking, he wielded four killing swords, transforming them into a beam of sword light that shot straight into that cold, gloomy star field.

Wang Mingyuan watched Lingbao Tianzun's retreating figure without stopping him.

He knew how deep Lingbao Tianzun's resentment was.

That was hatred etched into the bones, engraved in the soul.

The era in which Lingbao Tianzun was active coincided with the period after Duan De's disappearance, when the method of becoming an immortal through a corpse was most widely spread.

During that period, from celestial beings to ordinary cultivators, everyone sought a good burial place after death, hoping their physical bodies would become spiritually connected and they could become immortals in the future.

But that method is not for ordinary people, nor even for ancient emperors and celestial beings.

That method is only effective for Duan Deyong.

If others use it, it will only lead to disaster.

Thus, the most terrible corpse plague broke out during that period.

The world is filled with terrifying, spirit-infused corpses, including many at the level of Celestial Venerables.

Those strange corpses lost their former intelligence, leaving only the instinct to kill. Wherever they went, nothing grew, and all living beings perished.

In that era, Lingbao Tianzun single-handedly quelled most of the corpse calamities.

He slew countless spirit-possessed corpses, and even personally killed several celestial beings who possessed spiritual power after death.

But he also paid a heavy price.

His injuries and the loss of his lifespan were both related to that protracted calamity involving corpses.

He even created the "Scripture of Salvation" for this purpose, a supreme scripture specifically designed to target the strange corpses in the underworld.

And most importantly, it is rumored that he killed an immortal.

Later, Wang Mingyuan got a clear answer from him and confirmed that he was indeed an immortal.

However, it was a corpse left over from the Chaotic Ancient Era, and then a remnant immortal was conceived by someone using a special method during that period.

He had contact with both the Emperor.

After the Emperor came into contact with him, his personality changed drastically.

He had used all his strength to kill this being, but he had to undergo Nirvana prematurely, and then he stumbled.

If it weren't for Wang Mingyuan's intervention, Deng Baotianzun would have been completely wiped out, leaving not a trace behind.

Therefore, the resentment that Lingbao Tianzun harbored towards the underworld was terrifyingly great.

Now that the underworld has been exposed, how could he possibly sit still?
Wang Mingyuan flashed and followed Lingbao Tianzun into that cold and gloomy star field.

Several figures followed behind him.

Emperor Yan, Emperor Huang, Gai Jiuyou, Chuan Ying, Ning Fei... all the powerful figures he had saved and whose conditions he had reversed, sensed the commotion and rushed over.

The Qilin Ancient Emperor and the Myriad Dragon Emperor also arrived. The auras of the two ancient emperors were as vast as the sea, shaking heaven and earth.

Further away, Ye Fan, Xia Jiuyou, Ji Zi, the Holy Prince, and other young prodigies were also watching.

This is yet another decisive battle.

The destination is the underworld.

Everyone knows that terrifying force inherited from the era of the Underworld Emperor, an existence that even forbidden zones are unwilling to provoke easily.

Today, it will be wiped out.

The entrance to the underworld is located in a desolate star field deep in the universe.

There is no starlight, no life, only endless darkness and deathly silence.

Broken star fragments floated in the void, some of which had existed for billions of years and had long since lost all their luster.

A chilling wind blew out from the cracks in the void, carrying a putrid smell that sent shivers down one's spine.

Wang Mingyuan stood in this star field, surrounded by chaotic energy, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He saw the entrance to the underworld—a huge crack, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand, leading to an unknown, dark place.

Within the crack, a chilling aura swirled, a deathly stillness hung in the air, and the faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be heard.

Lingbao Tianzun has already rushed in.

Four deadly swords cleared the way ahead, their sword energy crisscrossing and shattering countless yin energies.

Wang Mingyuan stepped inside.

The moment he stepped into the underworld, he sensed the eeriness of this space.

This place seems to be a separate world, completely different from the outside world.

The sky was gray and gloomy, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only shrouded in endless dark clouds.

The earth was black, barren, and littered with shattered bones and broken weapons.

The air was thick with the stench of death, making one feel as if they were on the road to the underworld.

In the distance, one can vaguely see huge tombs, some of which are tens of thousands of feet high, resembling mountains.

Ancient runes were carved on the tomb, emitting an eerie glow.

Further away, a great river rushes by, its water yellow, murky, and exuding a putrid smell.

That is the underworld.

There really is a Yellow Spring in the underworld.

Wang Mingyuan watched all this, a slight stirring in his heart.

The structure of the underworld is exactly the same as that of the legendary netherworld.

This is by no means a coincidence, but rather something deliberately done.

The Underworld Emperor.

What exactly did that being who created the underworld, that legendary figure who became an immortal through corpses, want to do?
Was it for his own spiritual ascension to immortality, or to resurrect his former best friend, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

Wang Mingyuan didn't think much of it, because the battle had already begun.

Lingbao Tianzun moved with incredible speed, his four killing swords clearing a path as he slaughtered countless Yin soldiers and ghost generals from the underworld.

No one could defeat him; they couldn't even block a single sword strike.

Some of those ghostly soldiers and generals were powerful cultivators in life, some even quasi-emperors. But after death, they were refined into puppets by the underworld, losing their minds and left only with the instinct to kill.

They charged towards Lingbao Tianzun fearlessly, only to be shattered by the four killing swords.

Lingbao Tianzun's face was icy cold, and his killing intent surged like a tide.

"You old bastards of the underworld, come out and face your death!"

His voice resounded throughout the entire underworld, shaking the eternal void.

Deep within the underworld, terrifying auras began to awaken.

Some of those auras had been dormant for tens of thousands of years, while others had been dormant for millions of years.

They are the most powerful beings in the underworld, representing its true foundation.

Source God.

Source Ghost.

Yama, the King of Hell.

There were also several ancient emperors and celestial beings who severed their own flesh.

They are all alive; none of them died when the path to immortality opened.

Because of Wang Mingyuan's appearance, the entire world was changed, and they were able to continue to slumber in the underworld.

But today, they can no longer sleep.

From the deepest part of the underworld, a figure shrouded in divine light emerged.

That is the Source God.

His body was as tall as a mountain, and his whole body shone with light, like a god who came from the age of mythology.

His aura was so powerful it was suffocating, like that of a living emperor.

Beside the Source God, another figure emerged.

That's the Source Demon.

His body was the complete opposite of the Source God, shrouded in darkness and exuding a cold and eerie aura.

His eyes were blood red, like two blood moons, inspiring awe in those who looked upon them.

The two beings stood side by side, looking at Lingbao Tianzun and Wang Mingyuan.

"Lingbao, you're still alive."

The Source God spoke, his voice booming and shaking the entire Underworld.

"And you, Chaos Emperor."

The voice of the Source Demon was cold and chilling, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld.

"You shouldn't have come here."

Lingbao Tianzun sneered, and the four killing swords shone brightly.

"Shouldn't you have come? Today I will not only come, but I will also slaughter you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four deadly swords slashed out simultaneously.

The four most terrifying killing swords in the world—the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Immortal Trapping Sword, and the Immortal Annihilation Sword—unleashed their power simultaneously, their sword energy soaring to the sky and their killing intent as vast as the sea.

Four sword lights tore through the void, heading straight for the Origin God and the Origin Ghost.

Yuan Shen snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

His palm shone with divine light, interwoven with laws, like a giant hand that blotted out the sky, ready to shatter all four sword lights.

However, Lingbao Tianzun's four killing swords were no ordinary weapons.
The sword light collided with the palm, unleashing a deafening roar.

The sword light slashed open the God of Origin's palm, leaving cracks and splattering divine blood.

The source god's expression changed.

"Lingbao, you actually became an emperor too?"

Lingbao Tianzun laughed heartily, his laughter filled with joy.

"Excellent! The Chaos Emperor helped me restore my peak cultivation level, even surpassing my former strength!"

"Today, I will send all of you rotten bones back to dust, back to ashes!"

The four killing swords slashed out again, this time even more fiercely and domineeringly.

The Source God and the Source Demon joined forces to fight against the Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable.

The battle between the three supreme beings shook the entire underworld.

Sword energy surged, divine light shone brightly, darkness churned, and the entire world trembled.

Countless ghost soldiers and generals from the underworld were annihilated by this fluctuation, and huge tombs collapsed one by one, while the Yellow Springs River was stirred up into towering waves.

Wang Mingyuan did not interfere in Lingbao Tianzun's battle.

He knew that this was Lingbao Tianzun's obsession, a karmic debt he had to settle himself. Let him fight it out; it might be better for him to vent his frustrations.

Otherwise, Wang Mingyuan suspected that if Duan De, that fat Taoist priest, appeared in front of Lingbao, Lingbao would chop him down.

Wang Mingyuan's gaze turned to the deeper reaches of the underworld.

There, there exists an even more powerful being.

Yama, the King of Hell.

And those ancient emperors and celestial beings who cut themselves in half.

Wang Mingyuan strode forward, his presence filled with chaotic energy. Each step he took shook the entire underworld.

From the depths of the underworld, a figure slowly emerged.

That's Yama, the King of Hell.

His body was not tall, but the aura he exuded was extremely terrifying.

He was dressed in a black imperial robe and wore a flat crown, but instead of holding a judge's pen and a book of life and death, he was holding a long spear.

Yama, the King of Hell, looked at Wang Mingyuan with a calm and profound gaze.

"Chaos Emperor, you have finally arrived."

Wang Mingyuan looked at him and said calmly, "You knew I was coming?"

King Yama nodded: "From the moment you pacified the forbidden zone, I knew you would come to the underworld sooner or later."

"In that case, are you ready?"

King Yama remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Unprepared."

Because I know that no matter how well I prepare, I am no match for you.

"But the underworld will not sit idly by and wait for its demise."

Before he finished speaking, several terrifying auras erupted simultaneously from behind Yama.

Those are the ancient emperors and celestial beings sleeping in the underworld.

One, two, three... a total of five supreme beings who had severed themselves were awakened and sublimated at the same time.

They are not all beings who have severed themselves; some have died and been resurrected to prove their path again, their corpses are spiritualized, and some have even condensed the Reincarnation Seal within their bodies.

Of course, the existence of so many beings in the underworld is also due to Wang Mingyuan's previous actions.

"It turns out we didn't kill them all beforehand, and someone noticed in advance and hid here!"

Wang Mingyuan calmly watched these people reach the pinnacle of their spiritual advancement and reclaim their former Dao fruits, without interfering.

Their auras intertwined, forming a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Yama's spear trembled, as if it were about to pierce the universe.

"Today, the Underworld and the Chaos Emperor are locked in a life-or-death struggle!"

As his voice fell, the entire underworld trembled.

Those ancient beings slumbering in the deepest part of the underworld, those supreme corpses refined by the underworld, and those spiritually powerful corpses buried in tombs, all awakened.

In an instant, the underworld was filled with the wails of ghosts and the howling of eerie winds.

Countless terrifying beings crawled out of the graves. Some were covered in scales, some were engulfed in ghostly flames, and some were just skeletons, yet they exuded a chilling aura.

Wang Mingyuan watched all of this with a calm expression.

He took a deep breath, and the chaotic energy surged, causing the entire underworld to tremble under his aura.

"You all truly delight me."

His voice was calm and indifferent.

A great war broke out.

Wang Mingyuan faced Yama, the King of Hell, and five supreme beings who had each severed themselves with a sword.

Chaos surged, and all paths submitted.

With a flick of his hand, Yama, the King of Hell, seemed to connect with the entire underworld and this deathly universe, as boundless yin energy swept across the heavens and the earth.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a peerless technique from the forbidden chapters, a supreme attack directly within the realm of divine prohibitions.

But Wang Mingyuan didn't retreat; instead, he stepped forward and threw a regular straight punch.

King Yama's expression changed drastically.

Because he had just connected with heaven and earth, like a heavenly emperor who had attained enlightenment, using the Heavenly Heart Mark to suppress all paths, wanting to crush everything.

The seemingly ordinary punch yanked him out of that state, shattering his forbidden technique, causing his body to split apart and spit out blood.

That's not some forbidden method; it's simply about numbers.

Just as Wang Mingyuan was about to take another step forward, the five Supreme Beings who had each severed one of their own swords also made their move. (End of Chapter)