Chapter 1625: The Origin

The divine radiance bathed the entire altar in a misty drizzle, its brilliance refusing to fade for a long time!

But now, no one remained atop it.

One could say this altar was too grand, its teleportation power unmatched. Even after so much time had passed, spatial rules still enveloped it, vast and peerless.

Along the journey, Shi Hao, San Zang, and Shen Ming were astonished. The surroundings were filled with dazzling light, as if they were ascending to immortality, entering a mysterious ancient realm.

It was bewildering—where exactly was this enigmatic path leading them?

They had only just left the Immortal Domain not long ago. Could it truly be taking them to an even more magnificent world?

**Boom!**

Finally, the spatial passageway grew turbulent, shaking violently with an overwhelming force that threatened to crush the three into fragments.

Streaks of lightning manifested, exploding beside their ears.

The three emerged from the passageway, stunned. Where was this place? Their faces were etched with shock as they surveyed the ancient land before them.

Boundless, vast, and desolate.

Here, it felt like the edge of the world—nothing but hazy chaos, no stars, no immortal light.

This was certainly not the Immortal Domain. What they sensed here was emptiness, primitiveness, and, above all, thunderbolts roaring in from the distance.

The place was highly unstable, the void riddled with cracks filled with lightning—a terrifying sight.

**Boom!**

A bolt of lightning struck near San Zang, making him pale. The sheer power of it was overwhelming, even making him feel the threat of death.

“Not good—this is a great tribulation targeting the Dunyi Realm!” San Zang was sharp, immediately sensing the anomaly and making his judgment.

“Quick, suppress your cultivation! Otherwise, the consequences will be unpredictable!” San Zang urged, as if foreseeing something.

Because this matched a certain legend!

At the same time, Shi Hao was struck by a bolt of lightning, staggering as half his body was scorched black. The force was immense.

An ordinary creature would have been reduced to ashes in a single strike. Even Shi Hao felt excruciating pain, though fortunately, he wasn’t injured.

His skin shimmered, the scorch marks fading as his body regained its luster.

The three suppressed their cultivation, masking their true realms, making themselves appear as weak “minor cultivators.”

Sure enough, the thunder lessened, and the lightning dimmed.

Yet, bolts still struck them, though the power was drastically reduced—something their bodies could now endure with ease.

Just as San Zang had predicted!

This place was too bizarre. Why was lightning flying everywhere? Did stepping into this land mean enduring tribulation? It was horrifying and shocking!

In the outside world, in the greater heavens, tribulations had long ceased to appear—unless one was strong enough to forcibly summon them with their ultimate techniques.

Of course, such an act would invite terrifying divine punishment, enough to annihilate both body and soul.

Few could withstand the wrath of the heavens. This also meant that tribulations were rare, scarcely seen in the mortal world.

Yet here, tribulations manifested directly, as if all the vanished calamities of an entire epoch had gathered in this place!

This was absolutely eerie!

Too extraordinary!

The three were both shocked and awed, observing carefully. Their hairs stood on end, for if the tribulation saw through their hidden cultivation, a storm of thunder would descend upon them.

“Such a vast ancient land, endless and empty—not even a speck of dust in sight, only lightning and thunder!” Shen Ming marveled.

“Let’s head toward the source of the lightning and see what this place truly is!” Shi Hao said, leading the way as they flew along the streaks of light.

“Are you mad?” Shen Ming protested. It was undeniably dangerous. If mere proximity brought tribulation, how terrifying would the true source be?

“Otherwise, we have no way back. Look around—there’s no teleportation array. Do you know how to return? Our only choice is forward!” Shi Hao replied.

Shen Ming fell silent. It was true. After arriving from that grandest of altars, they had lost all sense of direction.

“Let’s go and see!” San Zang agreed.

The lightning grew dense, pouring down like rain, crackling incessantly, striking all around them and even their bodies.

Streaks of light—all lightning—were too numerous to count.

“Truly no different from rain, showering down. If we hadn’t been cautious and suppressed our cultivation, we’d be in deep trouble,” San Zang remarked.

This only deepened their curiosity—just where had they arrived?

The further they advanced, the more unstable space became, riddled with cracks as if the entire region were a shattered porcelain forcibly pieced back together.

An unstable void, a thunder-laden world.

Where was this?

“Don’t tell me all the vanished tribulations since the Immortal Ancient Epoch have gathered here!” Shen Ming muttered to herself.

It was deeply eerie, unsettling, and perplexing.

Any living being who arrived here would undergo tribulation, be baptized by lightning—forced to endure it directly!

The land was so vast that even after flying countless miles, they still saw no end. Yet, the lightning grew denser, like a relentless downpour.

“We must be nearing our destination. Hold on!” Shi Hao encouraged.

The only relief was that though the thunder roared deafeningly, it had yet to detect their hidden cultivation, sparing them tribulations matching their true realms.

San Zang remained silent, his expression grave as he recalled ancient lore.

“A fragmented burial text once mentioned a place like this—an endless source of thunder,” San Zang said solemnly.

This was why he had earlier made his judgment. He had heard a legend, though the ancient burial text was mostly lost.

What he spoke of was undoubtedly ancient. The Burial Clans measured time in fractions of epochs—who knew how old this tale was?

“Speculation is pointless. Observe carefully and proceed with caution,” Shen Ming advised.

**Rumble!**

A thunder dragon soared toward them, formed entirely of lightning, coiling and thrashing as if ready to crush the trio.

This was a true dragon-shaped lightning bolt, lifelike and vivid, its roar shaking heaven and earth!

Undoubtedly, its power was immense, but it did not linger, eventually flying away.

“Something’s strange. Legends say tribulations can discern a cultivator’s true depth of cultivation. Yet, we’ve managed to deceive it here,” Shi Hao mused.

“Don’t let your guard down. This might only be temporary—a great crisis could emerge at any moment!” San Zang’s expression grew even graver.

As Golden Burial Clan members, he and Shen Ming despised lightning. Though they were sacred, no less than exiled immortals, and bore no relation to corpses, they had an innate aversion to tribulation.

“While we remain undetected, we must act swiftly and find a way out. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire!” Shen Ming urged.

They quickened their pace, riding the lightning, their bodies bathed in electric rain, arcs of light dancing around them.

The lightning came in all colors, making the scene dreamlike—dangerous, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

“I sense we’re nearing our destination!”

In an instant, their hairs stood on end, a chill running down their spines.

Ahead, an overwhelming aura loomed, as if countless worlds had been buried there—terrifying beyond measure.

Especially as massive bolts of thunder erupted from the void, exploding into devastating showers of light, mingled with chaos and destruction.

It was an abyss of lightning, spewing forth endless bolts in a relentless storm.

“What kind of cursed place is this?” Shi Hao exclaimed.

Now, all three felt the absolute danger of this place, hesitating to approach further.

The lightning abyss was too vast, too blinding, stretching beyond sight into infinity.

“That is…” Suddenly, Shi Hao’s expression changed, unable to believe his eyes as he stared deep into the abyss.

“There’s… something there. What is it?” Even the usually composed San Zang paled, his divine eyes widening as he scrutinized the sight.

As for Shen Ming, her beautiful eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the scene, her heart trembling.

“How could such a thing exist?” she whispered, disbelief in her voice.

Could it be that after the Immortal Ancient Epoch vanished, all tribulations had gathered here, forming this ancient realm?

“Am I truly seeing this? This can’t be real… The thing recorded in the burial texts—how is it here?!” San Zang murmured, lost in shock.