Chapter 8: The Netherworld Way

  Under the calamity of heaven, all eyes see the thunderclouds, and long hair flies upside down.

  The ground beneath his feet, under the pressure of the heavenly tribulation, with Mo Fei as the focal point, was cracked in a spider web-like pattern, layer by layer. The center had already sunk about half a meter lower than the surrounding area. Mo Fei stood at the very center, feeling as if a giant mountain was pressing down on his body.

  At this moment, he finally understood why the ancient books recorded that when cultivators faced heavenly tribulations, their techniques and dodges were all useless, and there was no other way but to resist with brute force. When the heavenly tribulation arrived, Mo Fan felt as if the sky had collapsed, and in the entire world, it seemed like only he was left, lonely and propping up the sky.

  Rumble!!

  After brewing for a long time, the sky finally brought down a purple lightning bolt!

  Transcending the mortal tribulation is the first step to becoming a scattered immortal. After reaching the peak of refining energy, the cultivator triggers a heavenly tribulation, which is this purple heavenly tribulation. Although there is only one, its power is enormous. Ordinary cultivators will basically fall under this heavenly wrath and suffer a fate of death and destruction of their Dao.

  However, once this mortal tribulation is crossed, one will immediately achieve the Great Dao of a Free Immortal and become a superior being!

  The purple lightning was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it struck Mo Fei's body with a loud crash.

  Gravel splashes, dust flies back.

  "This is heavenly might..."

  "Master Brother is dead, he's definitely dead! Heaven's calamity, it seems I have no hope of passing through!"

  The disciples in the distance felt the power of the heavenly tribulation overflowing, and they exclaimed in surprise. Even many of those with weak minds directly produced a feeling of fear towards the heavenly tribulation at this moment, and from then on, these disciples basically had no hope of becoming immortal for their entire lives.

  Perhaps Mo Fan didn't know these things, at this time he only felt that his whole body was shrouded in purple lightning, his body as if it had solidified, unable to move, even the yuan force inside his body stopped circulating at this moment.

  Innumerable purple lightning bolts transformed into fine needles of lightning that pierced through his pores and entered his body.

  Wherever the purple lightning passes, the meridians are completely severed and the vital energy is dissipated.

  "Hmm..."

  Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  The Thunder of Transformation is not the kind of tyrannical and destructive thunder, but a kind of Yin divine thunder. The divine thunder will travel along the pores of the practitioner who has passed the tribulation, and wherever it passes, if one cannot withstand the power of the thunder, the meridians will be broken and the primordial energy will disperse into the universe. On the other hand, if one can persist, the purple thunder will clear away the impurities stored in the body, laying a solid foundation for achieving the state of a scattered immortal.

  "Am I going to die? How is this possible!" Mo Fei Fan's heart roared in anger.

  A strong obsession caused his stagnant thoughts to start turning, the power of the purple lightning seemed to be drawn infinitely towards Mo Fei's brow at this moment.

  "Huh? Absorbing the Xian Yuan... This kid's soul has actually undergone the baptism of thunder tribulation." Inside the valley, a hint of surprise flashed across Lu Renxing's eyes.

  The duration of the heavenly calamity was not very long.

  The path of the Immortal is like a staircase, with increasing difficulty as one ascends.

  When achieving the body of a scattered immortal, there is only one thunder tribulation, which is this purple heavenly thunder. The next thunder tribulation will be another kind of extremely yang and strong destructive thunder, with a power that is more than ten times that of the purple heavenly thunder. When it comes to the last heavenly tribulation of a scattered immortal, it is said that nine thunder tribulations will fall from the sky, this heavenly tribulation is called the 99th Thunder Tribulation, and the power of each thunder tribulation is stronger than the previous one, with the final thunder tribulation almost reaching the level of destroying heaven and earth.

  In the midst of heavenly calamity, Mo Fei's soul became increasingly solidified.

  Suddenly, a floating and agile breath of air escaped from his soul.

  "I have finally become an immortal!"

  At the last moment when the purple lightning dissipated, Mo Fei's figure reappeared in front of everyone.

  "It's Big Brother!"

  "He actually survived that terrible disaster..."

  The disciples were shocked.

  Nei Gu, Lu Ren Xing looked at Mo Fei Fan in the center and shook his head, saying somewhat regretfully.

  "What a pity..."

  Perhaps he was unable to feel anything, and at this moment, he was immersed in the wonderful feeling of having achieved a transcendent body. Suddenly, a gleam of inspiration flashed through his mind, as if he had thought of something important, and he opened his eyes.

  "Only by drawing on the life force of the flesh can one be considered a true Xian; otherwise, they can only be considered a ghostly immortal!"

  As soon as he thought of this, Mo Fei's gaze swept around and quickly discovered that his physical body had completely turned to charcoal. Not to mention absorbing the power of life, it was estimated that even a light touch would cause his physical body to turn to ash and fly away.

  "How...how could this be?!" Mo Fan exclaimed in shock.

  Suddenly, a dark and cold black aura spread out from the ground, followed by a strange pattern rotating and expanding with Mo Fei Yan as its center. This feeling was as if Mo Fei Yan had summoned a gate to hell. From the sky, the pattern under Mo Fei Yan's feet appeared circular. On the left side of the circle was painted a huge flower, on the right side was a dark bridge, and in the very center, written in ancient seal script, was a gigantic character for "darkness".

  "The peony flowers and Naihe Bridge! This is the gate of the underworld."

  The ghost fairy is born, and the dark path beckons.

  A passageway connecting two realms, penetrating yin and yang!

  The ancient voice echoes through heaven and earth.

  The willow branches shot straight up into the sky, with a circular pattern on the ground as its foundation, forming a deep and secluded passageway.

  Mo Fan stood on the passageway, feeling a pulling force coming from beneath his feet. He turned around and looked towards a mountain peak outside the valley, with a distracted expression.

  That is the mountain peak where Fang Yu Yao resides.

  "Take care, junior sister..."

  Darkness twisted, Mo Fei vanished, taking with him the black pattern under his feet, and disappeared. The world once again returned to calm, as if everything before was just a dream.

  A group of disciples came back to their senses and looked at where Mo Fei Fan was crossing his tribulation.

  "Where did Big Brother Master go?"

  "What was that thing just now? Such a strange aura."

  "It seems that Master Brother has failed in his tribulation again. The heavenly tribulation is truly a narrow escape from death..."

  There were several disciples who discovered that under the heavenly tribulation, Mo Fan's physical body had turned into charcoal.

  Lotus Valley's first disciple, Mo Fei, soon spread the news of his failure in crossing the tribulation to the surrounding sects, and it quickly spread in a whirlwind manner, with many people feeling a mix of emotions after hearing the news.

  Time just passes day by day.

  Half a year later.

  On the top of the stone mountain, all kinds of weeds grew thickly everywhere. The place where Ding Yan had closed his door was also overgrown with weeds, and even the cave that Ding Yan had opened up was blocked by them.

  A gust of cold wind blew by.

  BOOM!!

  Rubble flew everywhere, and all the rubble blocking the entrance was blown away.

  A figure slowly walked out from the middle.

  This man was none other than Ding Yan, who had been in seclusion for half a year!

  "Has it been only half a year?" Ding Yan raised his head and looked around, closing his eyes to calculate.

  He opened his eyes, and with a slight movement of his right hand, a thread of yuanqi flowed through his seven meridians and eight vessels, gathering at the center of his palm to form a cyan-colored talisman.