Lu Yun sat silently in the middle of the Inception Spiritrial Arena, not shifting an inch. He’d stilled all of the nine divine sects with his strength alone. No one dared step forward in challenge—all of their courage was swept away by his fearsome face slaps.

The nine divine sect’s original plan had been to conquer the underworld first and use it as a springboard with which to destroy the world of immortals, then slowly devour the rest of the worlds.

But now, in this moment, all of their courage had utterly vanished. Under these circumstances, no one dared confront anyone anymore, not unless someone could defeat Lu Yun in the arena.

The more that the Tomb of Heaven and Earth assimilated into the underworld, the smaller that realm became. Cultivators of the nine...