Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Astonishing Conclusion

Zhang Yang felt as though he were in an illusion.

When the flame of the first lamp entered his body, illuminating the Shattered Heavenly Realm, he didn’t feel much.

When the flame of the second lamp entered, shining light beyond death, everything began to flow much more smoothly for him.

By the time the third lamp’s flame entered, illuminating the mountains and rivers, he had already struck down the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul, clarified that the vast world held two heavens, observed the thunder, and advanced the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power toward Great Perfection. He transformed into a tribulation, experiencing yet another enhancement. Everything progressed so smoothly it was hard even for him to believe—as if he had suddenly been blessed by immense fortune.

He didn’t know how long this inexplicable and elusive opportunity would last, but he had to seize it with all his strength. So, he stopped overthinking and fully embraced the chance for comprehension.

This time, it was true comprehension.

He was like a lightning tribulation descending from the sky, unraveling the mysteries of thunder, instinctively re-evaluating the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power until it reached ninety percent of Great Perfection.

At that point, he needed only ten percent more to complete it.

Once achieved, the Great Perfection level that had been erased by the Eternal Night would reappear in the vast world.

The martial arts of this vast world would undergo a tremendous transformation because of it—perhaps even rediscover the method to Become Immortal.

Now, Zhang Yang strongly suspected that Chi Zhenyi had been mistaken.

The inability to Become Immortal was not due to a fundamental change in martial arts but rather the erasure of the Great Perfection level from the Ascending the Heavens realm.

And perhaps what he was experiencing was that very special, exceptionally powerful immortal path from before the Eternal Night. It might have sounded arrogant or exaggerated, but he could not believe that the Eternal Night had possessed the power to completely alter the martial arts cultivation system. Otherwise, no relics of the immortal path would have remained—relics that still contained traces of martial arts. If the entire system had truly transformed, everyone would know it.

It made more sense that the Great Perfection had been erased, and over time, differing interpretations had emerged, leading Chi Zhenyi to a mistaken conclusion.

“Great Perfection!”

“It’s right in front of me. Just one more step—only ten percent—and I will achieve it during this unique state of opportunity.”

“Now.”

Zhang Yang looked down at the dark Forbidden Law Patterns that were being obliterated and followed his gaze to the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, where the dark Forbidden Law Patterns still persisted. He understood that the environment inside the Abyss was indeed suitable for the evil races that had been breaking free from beneath the surface.

He heard the Supreme Emperor’s furious, unwilling roar.

“Aren’t you unwilling?”

“Are you dissatisfied with your defeat?”

“Are you not enraged that you failed to kill me?”

“Good! I, too, am unhappy—dissatisfied. Simply bearing your attacks passively—does that still make me Zhang Yang?”

“I have always taken the offensive. If one punch doesn’t work, I throw two. Since I can’t hit you now, I’ll let you taste the power of this immortal seal. Such a rare display of vast heavenly intent—I gift it to you!”

Suddenly, he soared into the sky, unleashing endless Slaughter Sacred Thunder while drawing in the fading energy of the lightning tribulation.

The two forces merged, and then he transformed into a tribulation, abruptly changing direction as he charged toward the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

His actions left everyone dumbfounded.

Even Yaoruoxian widened her eyes. Though she harbored great ambition, at this moment, she found Zhang Yang’s ambition even greater—his courage bolder. Wasn’t this akin to seeking death?

Zhang Yang led the lightning tribulation directly into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

The moment he entered, he quickly withdrew, unleashing his full speed to burst out again.

What he called “falling into the Abyss” was merely descending a hundred meters or so.

Then he emerged again.

Even so, his intrusion provoked a roar from the depths of the Abyss. A pitch-black hand reached up toward him—terrifying and massive—the same black hand that had once destroyed the Inheritance Stone Furnace.

But as soon as this hand extended, it seemed to trigger the fading lightning tribulation.

Above, in the heights of the nine skies, thick white clouds churned violently. Endless lightning danced, and numerous immortal shadows appeared—far more than the few seen at the beginning.

Countless lightning tribulations poured into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals like strands of fine hair.

The sight exhilarated Zhang Yang, and he threw his fist with all his strength, knowing this was exactly what he had aimed for.

“I have three lamps. Indeed, I possess special opportunities that allow me to accomplish whatever I desire.”

“It would be best if the Abyss of the Buried Immortals exploded altogether.”

He murmured to himself.

The roaring thunder surged downward, and that terrifying black hand was forcibly pressed back.

A massive upheaval rocked the Abyss of the Buried Immortals. Within it, the Supreme Emperor roared in madness, and the terrible screams of death beasts echoed alongside surging dark forces.

The resistance was strong.

But the lightning tribulation seemed enraged. Many immortal shadows—like those branded before the Eternal Night—transformed into lightning tribulations, descending with thunder and charging into the Abyss.

An overwhelmingly terrifying force erupted. Even the aftershocks of the slaughter within shattered the sky and tore the earth apart.

Everyone present fled in panic, retreating far into the distance.

Only after retreating more than three hundred miles did they feel safe from the horror of the residual power.

From that distance, they looked back toward the Abyss of the Buried Immortals. They couldn’t see into its depths.

All they could see was a towering lightning pillar in the sky, locked in place as it plunged into the Abyss. What was even more terrifying was that within that lightning pillar, the mysteries of the immortal path seemed to manifest—interpreting the true power of immortal thunder.

Zhang Yang was inside, and everyone strained to see.

It was impossible to pierce the mystery.

There was only a strong sensation, as though immortal shadows had truly crossed eons and now flooded into the Abyss in swarms.

At that moment, the only sound in the world was thunder. There were no signs of the Supreme Emperor’s wrath, no roars from death beasts, and no turbulence from the dark forces.

Everything had been utterly suppressed.

Surprisingly, this state continued without end.

“Brother Zhang, you’ve accomplished something incredible,” said the moon-returning dragon.

Others also turned their gazes toward him.

Zhang Yang replied, “I don’t know if I can destroy the force of death within the Abyss.” He stroked his chin and muttered, “At the very least, I’d like to deal with that old Supreme Emperor.”

The crowd fell silent—especially those from the Western Desert, whose expressions were filled with disbelief. How could he speak so casually of dealing with the Supreme Emperor, one of the most towering figures in the history of the Western Desert?

The lightning tribulation lasted for an hour before it began to rapidly diminish.

Everyone couldn’t help but peer again, hoping to glean some insight.

Zhang Yang also infused his Nine Extremes True Essence into his eyes, sharpening his vision to observe more clearly.

Once the lightning tribulation had receded by more than half, he could make out a blurred scene within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

At first glance, there appeared to be no trace of death energy.

But Zhang Yang sighed. He could sense that the lingering Aura of Death still remained, which meant the River of Death had not been resolved. The complete elimination of the death presence within the Abyss seemed increasingly unrealistic.

He couldn’t help but wonder what secrets the Abyss held—how could even such an immense power fail to resolve the issue?

Not long after, the lightning tribulation completely dissipated.

Something strange appeared on the surface of the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

A phantom door flickered in and out of sight.

“That is the portal through which the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals emerges from the River of Death,” said the moon-returning dragon.

Zhang Yang muttered in confusion, “The ship exits and enters. When it exits, it carries sunlight and life. When it enters, it brings darkness and death. What does that mean?”

His gaze inevitably fell on Lu Hengkong, the Son of the Sunlit Sacred Land.

Lu Hengkong shivered under the stare, frowning as he said, “Why are you looking at me?”

Zhang Yang wasn’t truly looking at him. His thoughts had simply wandered to Prince Sparrow and Mouse Prince whom he had subdued, and then to the demon race princes, leading him to recall the Forbidden Land.

The Forbidden Land had once been destroyed by the Human King’s Decree after inciting the wrath of the Thunder Saint Monarch. It had then transformed into a sacred land of the immortal path. Yet that transformation had also triggered the annihilation of Eternal Night, erasing a vast expanse of land and leaving behind no trace—shrinking the vast world in an invisible way.

Because of the immortals, Eternal Night had descended in fury.

But what about this place?

In the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, what exactly was being buried—if not immortals?

The Headless Monk.

The immortal corpses on Ghost Island, pierced by the Dark Immortal Sword.

The Great Terror in the Cabin.

With so many unknowns were they not all connected to immortals? Why did they exist in this world at all, even if confined to the Abyss of the Buried Immortals? Was it not said that there were no immortals in Eternal Night? Even the Saint realm had been annihilated.

From this perspective, Zhang Yang stared deeply at the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, his eyes fixed on that flickering, slowly disappearing phantom door. He considered a possibility.

Could it be that the Abyss of the Buried Immortals was actually an immortal land?

The Falling Star Mountain Range had once descended from the skies—perhaps an immortal land had come with it.

Eternal Night had not erased it directly, as it had done with the Forbidden Land. So, remnants of immortality remained even beings like the Headless Monk, who should be considered dead, yet still retained their immortal essence.

But then another question arose.

Why would there be upheavals in the Great Terror in the Cabin and among the Headless Monks unless the Supreme Emperor had stirred up massive waves to suppress them?

Could it be that his earlier speculation was correct that the Supreme Emperor was a lackey of Eternal Night?