My son is about to break through.

"boom--!"

The waters of the Yellow Springs, like a dammed torrent, completely engulfed the chaotic universe spanning billions of miles.

The murky, yellowish river water was no longer just water; it had transformed into a concrete torrent that symbolized the end of all things.

Vast and boundless, it devours everything and destroys everything.

Any evil god touched by the Yellow Springs Water, regardless of their cultivation level, is like a snowflake falling into a boiling oil pot, instantly melting and disintegrating before they can even struggle.

A god-lord at the Seven Tribulations Celestial Venerable level might be able to stir up a slightly larger wave in the river.

As for those evil gods at the sixth or fifth level of tribulation or even lower, they vanished without a trace like dust after being swept away by the waves of the Yellow Springs, as if they had never existed.

Gu Qingfeng walked on the dark torrent that he had created with his own hands, a torrent that seemed to have existed since time immemorial.

He stood amidst the turbulent waves, still dressed in his green robes, his face indifferent, his eyes deep and unfathomable, calmly watching the ultimate funeral he had orchestrated, which swept across the entire battlefield of the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty.

The murky river flowed obediently beneath Gu Qingfeng's feet, and under his divine guidance, it raged and spread further and further towards the place where the aura of the evil god was more intense.

Wherever it went, evil gods withered and all things returned to silence.

Gu Qingfeng could clearly sense that the power of the Yellow Spring beneath his feet was gradually transforming and strengthening at a stable and continuous frequency.

It is not a simple accumulation of quantity, but a slow sublimation of quality.

Each devoured evil god's entire divine essence was like fuel thrown into a furnace, making the transformative fire within the Yellow Springs burn even more fiercely.

However, the increase in power brought about by this transformation is not particularly obvious or dramatic from an external perspective.

Like a vast river, after it merges with hundreds of streams, the water level does not immediately rise several feet, but its depth is quietly accumulating.

In this regard.

Gu Qingfeng remained calm and was not in a hurry.

His mind was as still as water, yet his divine sense spread out like an invisible net, wantonly and without reservation, enveloping the territory of the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty and all surrounding areas affected by the war.

This divine sense was powerful and precise, like the most skilled hunter, easily locking onto every hidden aura of an evil god, no matter how weak or how adept at concealment it was.

Then, a thought stirred in my mind.

The waters of the Yellow Springs are like a vast army of millions of spirits, possessing life and obeying the king's commands, precisely rushing towards each target under the guidance of divine will.

Devouring, refining, absorbing... the cycle repeats endlessly.

Gu Qingfeng forgot about the passage of time in the outside world. For an existence of his level, the meaning of time was relatively vague.

He walked across the vast battlefield, like a most patient scavenger, and also like a most greedy harvester.

The Yellow Springs was his most loyal and powerful tool; wherever it passed, evil gods fell like waves of wheat, turning into nourishment for this long river of the underworld.

one day?
January?
a year?
Perhaps longer.

Gu Qingfeng did not deliberately calculate it.

His entire mind was divided, partly focused on maintaining the operation and expansion of the Yellow Springs, and partly immersed in perceiving the slow but steady internal transformation of the Yellow Springs.

He could hear the increasingly clear and loud Dao sounds from the depths of the Yellow Springs. These were the mournful cries and collisions of countless remnants of the Dao principles of the devoured evil gods as they were crushed, reassembled, and merged into the Great Dao of the Yellow Springs.

The power of the Yellow Springs accumulates little by little in this seemingly monotonous process of devouring and refining, steadily advancing towards that final critical point.

until--

At some point!
"Boom——!!!"

The Yellow Springs, which had been flowing steadily but whose aura had become increasingly deep and terrifying, suddenly trembled violently without warning!

This tremor did not come from an external impact, but rather from its deepest, most fundamental source!
In an instant, the originally murky and yellowish river water suddenly turned deep and dark, as if it were the dark iron that had been deposited for countless epochs, or the ultimate darkness that had swallowed all light.

The sound of the rushing river suddenly changed, from a mighty roar to a deep, heavy pulsation, as if it carried the weight of all the heavens and the myriad worlds, and all death.

An indescribable, terrifying aura, like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber or a tightly closed gate to the underworld suddenly burst open, erupted from the very core of the Yellow Springs and spread in all directions at an unparalleled speed.

"Om-!"

Wherever the aura passed, the void groaned in despair, and the once stable spatial structure decayed and withered instantly, as if it had been eroded by billions of years.

In an instant.

This terrifying aura, originating from the Yellow Springs and comparable to the level of immortality, was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a monstrous wave that swept across the entire endless immortal realm!
"What's this?!"

"What a terrifying aura! My very Dao heart is trembling!"

"Originating from the direction of the Xuantian Immortal Dynasty... Is it that Xuantian Immortal Emperor? Is he about to attain immortality?"

Countless immortal realms, countless worlds, and billions of cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, all felt a strange, uncontrollable palpitation originating from the depths of their souls at this moment!

It was as if a pair of cold, indifferent eyes, which seemed to govern the end of everything, had opened in the darkness, overlooking the entire chaos.

Those great beings whose cultivation reached the level of ancient celestial beings, or even those who truly attained immortality and coexisted with the Great Dao, immediately turned their gazes to the chaotic region where the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty was located.

"That's the Yellow Springs!"

The existence of the Yellow Springs is not entirely unfamiliar to some extremely ancient and knowledgeable powerful individuals.

The legend of the underworld spans many eras, and Huangquan, as one of the core symbols of the underworld, is naturally mentioned occasionally in some of the oldest classics or oral secrets.

But legends aside, those who truly have a deep understanding of Huang Quan's secrets are probably extremely rare, even in the entire Endless Immortal Realm.

Now, witnessing firsthand that Huang Quan had actually broken free of his shackles and evolved into a terrifying aura and Daoist charm comparable to the level of immortality, how could they not be shocked?

Inside the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty.

Gu Qingfeng had completely stopped all his movements and stood quietly in the void, as if he had transformed into an unchanging statue.

All his attention was completely absorbed into the Yellow Springs beneath his feet, where earth-shattering geological changes were taking place.

Under his powerful divine perception, every change within the Yellow Springs was clearly visible, as if examining the lines on his palm.

Every drop of polluted river water seems to reflect a miniature, illusory world undergoing a cycle of birth and death.

The Daoist principles and power it contains are more than ten times greater than those in the second stage.

That was a qualitative leap, a complete difference in the level of life!

Gu Qingfeng had an incredibly clear intuition.

Even a single, ordinary drop of the Yellow Springs River, if isolated from the rest, would be enough to easily kill a Ninth Tribulation Heavenly Venerable due to the extreme deathly aura it contains.

"This is... the third stage of the Underworld!"

Gu Qingfeng silently recited in his heart that even though he had experienced countless storms, he couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the raging waves in his heart and the indescribable excitement and shock.

Before Huang Quan truly advanced, although he knew from the inherited memories and his own senses that Huang Quan in the third stage would possess the power to contend with immortality, it was ultimately just a vague concept and expectation.

Now, as this power is truly and completely presented to his senses, the impact is still incredibly strong.

Gu Qingfeng was 100% certain.

If he were to face the siege of six half-step immortals, including the Heavenly Punishment God, he wouldn't even need to intervene much. He could simply unleash the Yellow Springs, now at the third stage, and suppress the six gods in an instant.

However, at that very moment...

Mutations reborn!

"Boom--!"

Without warning, a terrifying force suddenly descended from the very top of the endless chaos.

Followed by.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the chaotic void above the territory of the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty was torn apart like a fragile curtain by an indescribably enormous hand.

This hand was shrouded in a layer of gray, twisting, and writhing eerie mist. The specific skin texture was not visible, but its outline was already so large that it seemed to cover an entire chaotic universe.

His palm was crisscrossed with deep furrows, each one seemingly formed from countless shattered stars, exuding an extreme evil and chilling aura that could corrupt all living beings and decay the Great Dao.

The moment it appeared, time seemed to stand still, space was completely frozen, and light and darkness lost their meaning.

A supreme and inviolable terrifying will, accompanied by the slow descent of the palm, enveloped the vast void below, the Xuan Tian Immortal Dynasty, and all the surviving beings on the battlefield.

That moment.

At the same moment, all the cultivators' expressions changed drastically.

"The Evil Immortal God Lord!!!"

Countless cultivators felt their breathing suddenly stop, their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, and their blood almost froze.

Their bodies were completely stiffened under the immense, unyielding pressure, as vast as a chaotic abyss and as heavy as the heavens pressing down, so that they could not even move a finger, as if they were nailed to the void.

Their souls trembled, their hearts cried out in despair, and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and despair, like ants facing the collapse of the heavens, uncontrollably engulfed them.

Of all the cultivators, only Gu Qingfeng maintained an unusual calmness from beginning to end.

"The Immortal God Lord... has he finally lost his patience?"

He raised his head, his eyes like two cold, icy stars, piercing through layers of eerie mist and staring directly at the core of the giant hand that was pressing down.

A chilling killing intent and a sinister coldness suddenly condensed in his eyes, like a tangible ice blade.

This aura wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him.

To be precise, he had experienced this terrifying aura twice before, in different ways, over the years.

The first two times, he was not strong enough and could only endure and retreat.

But this time.

Faced with the return of this immortal power, Gu Qingfeng no longer had any thoughts of escaping or retreating.

Today, this is him!

They wanted to see how far they were from achieving immortality.

Gu Qingfeng's fighting spirit erupted like a volcano, yet he remained silent.

He took a step into the air and rose into the air, the power of the Netherworld Dao erupted, and his right palm also struck out, carrying the supreme power of the Dao, colliding with the descending hand that was suppressing him.

"boom--"

The moment the two forces collided, the void at their center caved in and collapsed, and a destructive ripple spread outwards in all directions at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Wherever this aura passes, all space and even the Immortal Realm are completely annihilated.

Gu Qingfeng felt an extremely terrifying force coming from his palm. His arm trembled violently, his skin cracked and broke, and a lot of blood flowed down.

Simultaneously.

His body also retreated rapidly.

But after a moment, Gu Qingfeng steadied himself. He looked down at his right hand, where the immortal Daoist aura remained, preventing his injuries from healing.

However, as the power of the Netherworld Dao surged forth, all the immortal Daoist essences were driven away.

These injuries healed completely in less than a few breaths.

at the same time.

In the void.

A figure slowly appeared, his eyes indifferent, his aura as unfathomable as a chaotic abyss. He seemed to be the source of the entire Chaotic Dao, and just by standing there, he was enough to make all the Daos submit.

"God Lord of Virtual Reality!"

Gu Qingfeng remained calm. Although this was the first time he had seen the true form of this person, he was able to identify the other party.

the other side.

All the Celestial Venerables who were secretly watching the battle were shocked when they saw this scene.

What did they see?
An immortal being personally made a move, but it was directly blocked by Gu Qingfeng.

Although on the surface it seemed that Gu Qingfeng was at a disadvantage in that exchange of blows.

But one thing needs to be understood.

Gu Qingfeng is only a Ninth Tribulation Celestial Venerable; he has not yet truly stepped into the realm of immortality.

Despite the fact that the opponent had previously suppressed powerful figures such as the Heavenly Punishment God, and whose strength was terrifying, many Heavenly Venerables had already doubted whether the opponent possessed combat power comparable to an Immortal.

But doubts aside, they cannot be compared to the shock of actually witnessing it firsthand.

"To think that a Nine Tribulation Celestial Venerable could withstand an Immortal, it seems I still underestimated you!"

The Void God Lord spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to cover the boundless void like the voice of the Great Dao, reaching the ears of every living being.

He looked at Gu Qingfeng in front of him, his eyes burning with an unprecedented killing intent.

original.

The Void God Lord believed that with the strength of the six ancient God Lords, including the Heavenly Punishment God Lord, they would be able to kill Gu Qingfeng.

Unexpectedly.

The latter's strength was so formidable that he single-handedly defeated beings like the Heavenly Punishment God.

Even so, the Void God Lord took into account the existence of the Purple Star Heavenly Emperor and did not act rashly.

But as Huang Quan ascended, the terrifying aura of immortality finally made this ancient immortal of the evil god clan unable to restrain himself any longer.

The Void God Lord was not actually surprised that Gu Qingfeng was able to block his palm strike.

After all, Huang Quan's power has already reached the level of immortality.

What truly alarmed the Void God Lord was that Gu Qingfeng had never used the power of the Yellow Springs, but instead relied on his own inherent strength to withstand the blow.

These concepts are naturally different. (End of Chapter)