Chapter 1409: The Nine Heavens and Ten Realms Tribulation

Has the Heavenly Tribulation arrived?!

Yet, people were somewhat puzzled.

Those were massive continents—dark, boundless, and endless, exuding an aura of primordial wilderness!

What was happening?

People were stunned, gaping in disbelief. Wasn’t this supposed to summon the Heavenly Tribulation? How had so many silent, colossal continents descended from the heavens, each vast beyond measure, as if without end?

“Has his tribulation been obstructed, or did he fail in summoning it?” someone murmured.

Even Wang Xi’s granduncle was staring with a strange expression, muttering, “No Heavenly Tribulation has come. What is this guy doing? Is he just putting on a show?!”

Regardless, everyone was astonished. Where had these continents come from? They were overwhelmingly vast, stretching beyond sight.

Many wondered—where was the Heavenly Tribulation? Given Shi Hao’s talent, he should have been able to summon a terrifying thunder tribulation. So why had this bizarre spectacle unfolded instead?

“Wait, that continent… it looks like the Three Thousand Provinces, just greatly shrunken!” someone whispered.

The continents in the sky were majestic, but compared to the real Three Thousand Provinces, they were still far smaller.

“Hmm, that one looks familiar—like the ‘Demon Awakening Land.’ The shape matches. How strange!”

The Demon Awakening Land was one of the Ten Lands, standing alongside the Three Thousand Provinces.

Everyone froze, scrutinizing closely. Many came from ancient families with records of their own lands’ topography.

At that moment, someone cried out, “These are the Ten Lands of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! How are they appearing here?”

Why had ten continents manifested?

For a moment, people were dumbfounded, utterly confused.

“This is bizarre. What has this guy done? How did he summon this? Is it an illusion?” Jin Zhan’s granduncle muttered, unsettled.

“This *is* the Heavenly Tribulation!” Jin Zhan suddenly declared, his expression grave as he stared at the heavens.

Wang Xi shuddered, gazing upward in disbelief.

Those around them gasped, their eyes widening in shock. How could this be the Heavenly Tribulation? Where were the deafening thunderclaps and flashing lightning? Instead, there was only eerie silence.

And those continents—so real, so vivid—with towering mountains, surging rivers, and thriving life. How could they be the tribulation?

“It absolutely is!” Jin Zhan said in a low voice. Having survived a great tribulation himself—one ranked among the top three in history for his realm—he was acutely sensitive to its aura. His hair stood on end. Others might not realize it, but he knew: this tribulation would be horrifying, a life-and-death ordeal.

Jin Zhan was certain—this tribulation ranked among the top three deadliest for its corresponding realm. There was no doubt.

Yet, it was bizarre. No lightning, no thunder, just an unsettling calm, as if in a vacuum.

“All these landscapes are formed by the tribulation—condensed lightning, mirroring reality in color and form,” someone explained.

But that didn’t fully capture its strangeness. The aura it emitted was so lifelike that few could perceive it as lightning. It felt like real land, indistinguishable from the actual world.

“That’s the most terrifying part. It’s as if it has life, evolving to deceive. This is an extraordinarily rare and dreadful Heavenly Tribulation!”

This was the consensus. No mistake could be made. A tribulation this monstrous couldn’t possibly be ordinary lightning.

Meanwhile, Jin Zhifei—recovering from his injuries, his body slowly regenerating thanks to divine elixirs—awoke, seething with hatred and fury. Shi Hao had struck him with lightning earlier, and now he had summoned this terrifying tribulation. The sheer audacity left Jin Zhifei feeling powerless.

His losses were severe. His immortal blood had burned away, irrecoverable, and even the head he had preserved contained little left.

“Let’s see just how extraordinary this tribulation is!” Wang Xi’s granduncle sneered.

The ten continents drew closer, now right before them.

“Heavens! There are so many corpses!”

Someone screamed at the sight on the continents—a scene of utter devastation. Crimson blood soaked the land, corpses strewn everywhere, as if a great slaughter had taken place.

Perhaps “slaughter” was an understatement. As the chaotic mist slightly dispersed, the sheer number of corpses became visible—countless, beyond measure.

What kind of battlefield was this?

Only the final battle of the ancient era, when the Immortal Ancient was buried, could have matched this horror.

Tattered banners stood planted in the ground, smoke of war rising everywhere. Blood pooled into streams, and corpses lay sprawled, impaled by swords and spears, stretching endlessly into the distance.

These were ten blood-soaked continents!

A battlefield of the apocalypse, waiting for the living to collect the dead.

“Boom!”

At that moment, thunder finally roared—but not from the ten continents. It came from high above.

There, nine heavens manifested, bearing suns, moons, mountains, and rivers, descending upon them.

“These are the Nine Heavens!”

Now, both the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had appeared—inexplicably formed from lightning.

The Ten Earths were silent, soundless. The Nine Heavens, however, were not. As they approached, the noise grew—not just thunder, but endless battle cries, with shadowy figures moving within.

“This is…”

When the Nine Heavens fully arrived, people felt their scalps tingle, a chill running down their spines.

On the Nine Heavens, countless beings were locked in brutal combat. Blades flashed, swords gleamed, and blood sprayed as war cries shook the skies.

Immortal light illuminated the ages—supreme figures unleashing devastating power, each strike capable of severing stars and toppling moons.

“Protect my wife and children! Kill!”

“Defend our clan! Kill!”

“Guard our land! Kill!”

…

These were the roars of the ancients—filled with grief and despair. Though outmatched, they charged forward with tragic valor, their lives extinguished one after another.

Was this a reenactment of the Immortal Ancient War? To think such a scene could manifest within a Heavenly Tribulation, unfolding before their eyes—how could anyone not be shaken?

The ancients had fought to the last. This was known to all. Now, that same tragedy and heroism played out again, as if time had reversed.

“Fight! Protect our families, our homeland! Charge into the foreign realm! Fight to the death!”

“Spill every last drop of blood! No regrets! Attack!”

Countless voices thundered across the heavens, their spirit swallowing the world as they clashed with the foreign armies.

Blood rained, heads flew, and corpses fell in droves—yet none retreated.

Witnessing this, many youths were moved. Was this the tragic grandeur of the final battle?

Knowing death was certain, they refused to surrender. So many ancestors had fought to the bitter end. Yet, their roars carried an unmistakable sorrow.

The ancients had been helpless, powerless—destined to perish in that single battle.

“Is this Shi Hao’s tribulation? It feels like an omen!”

After the initial shock, whispers spread.

“I’ve heard of a tribulation so rare and strange it doesn’t even rank among the known ones. It can reveal fragments of the future, offering glimpses of eerie truths.”

Hearing this, people’s pupils contracted as they stared at Shi Hao’s tribulation. He had summoned a legendary, almost mythical, Heavenly Tribulation.

“But is this tribulation strong or weak? A blessing or a curse?” Even Wang Xi’s granduncle, a seasoned expert, was baffled.

Records of such tribulations were scarce and unclear. How could one encounter this during a tribulation? It defied understanding!

**Boom!**

At that moment, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths converged. Between them, bridges of lightning formed, linking together.

Shi Hao was forcibly pulled onto one of the continents, as if summoned!

**Clang!**

A black spear shot through the air—a corpse on the ground had risen, gripping the weapon as it thrust toward him with terrifying force. The spear became a streak of black lightning.

“Bang!”

Shi Hao flicked a finger, shattering the spear and dispersing the black lightning effortlessly.

But then, something far worse happened.

Countless corpses—not of the ancients, but of the foreign invaders—rose from the ground. Bloodied and murderous, they brandished weapons and advanced toward Shi Hao, attacking en masse.

The silence shattered as the clang of weapons and bursts of lightning filled the air, unleashing overwhelming killing intent.

People’s scalps went numb. Were all these beings Shi Hao’s enemies? Could he possibly fight them all? The sheer horror of it!

Everyone was terrified. This tribulation was beyond comprehension. Did it foretell that Shi Hao must slaughter his way through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths alone? That he must wage war across this vast cosmos by himself?!