Chapter 1

Heavy clouds covered the sky, and mist and black clouds blocked out the sun, enveloping the Nine Nether Abyss in a thick dark vortex.

Above the dark red rugged rocks, thunderbolts struck down one after another, hitting the heavy nightmare energy condensed around Ji Tang, making a rumbling sound and quickly stirring up ripples.

Each bolt of thunder was more powerful than the previous one.

Ji Tang stood in the dark purple nightmare barrier that seemed to be real, his face pale, struggling to hold on.

The heavenly thunder strengthens the body, and also refines the soul and soul pill.

Her Nightmare Soul Pill was incomplete, and every time she was hit by a heavenly thunder, she was severely damaged, and her nightmare barrier also became weaker.

She comprehended the way to ascension and expected the ascension thunder tribulation to be approaching, but she did not expect it to happen so soon.

In the past ten thousand years, she is the first one among the Nightmare Path who wants to be included in the immortal class.

If her cultivation had not been damaged, she would have been able to withstand ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations.

Thunder roared continuously, breaking through the thick dark fog and illuminating the sky in an instant, as if it would not stop until it had purified everything in the world.

All her magic weapons and elixirs were used up, and the nightmare energy around her was blasted into smoke and fog, and she could no longer hold on.

The path to immortality is hidden behind the thunder from heaven.

However, the thunder in the sky was endless, and only a little bright light appeared in the depths of the black clouds, indicating that as long as one could cross the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders and surpass the limits of human cultivators, one could step onto the Welcoming Immortal Bridge and ascend to become an immortal.

She stared at the thunder in the sky, and the nightmare aura was visibly weakening.

She can't become an immortal.

Aside from the rumbling thunder, countless famous and upright sects were shouting and killing as they approached.

They attacked the Jiuming Abyss with great fanfare just to take the life of the Nightmare Lord Jitang.

Wherever the ten thousand swords pointed, Ji Tang was hit by another bolt of heavenly thunder, and the nightmare spirit completely dissipated.

The dazzling magic spell and the thunder from the sky fell on Ji Tang with a loud bang, completely engulfing her broken body.

The thunder came with great force and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the dazzling light gradually faded, everyone could see the scene clearly.

There was no grass growing within a hundred feet of the area where Jitang was located, the strange rocks turned into powder, and the ground sank to form a deep pit.

Dust rose up, and the sky was dim.

No one dared to move forward easily until the dust settled and there was no movement in the deep pit for a long time. Only then did everyone approach one after another.

The deep pit was empty, with only a piece of broken green jade. It could leave traces under the thunder tribulation of ascension and the spells of many cultivators, which showed that it was not an ordinary item.

A huge crack ran across the deep pit, like a sharp sword, cutting off most of the pit. Half of it was bare land, and the other half slanted down into the cliffs of the Nine Nether Abyss.

Everyone walked up and stood on the edge of the cliff looking down.

The Jiumingyuan Mountains are steep and dangerous, with towering peaks.

They crushed the cracked stones, and the stone fragments rolled down with sporadic sounds and quickly disappeared.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the abyss is silent and deep.

Looking through the thin clouds, you can vaguely see the ink color.

I heard that it was a cold pool of ink, and any living creature that fell into it would have its bones and souls eaten away, leaving nothing behind.

The Nine Nether Abyss is so high it can touch the clouds, and beneath the sea of clouds lies an unpredictable world. One moment the ink-filled, cold pool is pitch black and silent, the next moment a raging wave threatens to overturn the sea and turn the river upside down.

I don’t know who said it first: “Yanzun is dead!”

Several more voices echoed: "Yanzun is dead!!"

The monks' shouts echoed in the quiet Nine Nether Abyss, like a signal that the darkness was receding. In a short while, the Nine Nether Abyss was filled with cheers of joy, and everyone applauded.

At this point, the Nine Nether Abyss was ownerless, and the Nightmare Lord Ji Tang died and disappeared.

The Nightmare Lord has passed away, and the whole world is celebrating and feeling happy!

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Four hundred years later.

Spring is back, and warm winds are blowing into the Nine Nether Abyss.

This desolate land feels the spring breeze, but only stirs up clouds of dust and broken stones. For a century, it has been silent, untrodden.

Jitang felt like he had been floating for a long time, ups and downs.

The excruciating pain in her heart and bones disappeared, and she opened her eyes in a trance, finding herself lying on the edge of a wooden and jade-carved bed.

I don’t know how long I slept before I regained consciousness.

She leaned half of her body out of the bed and regained her consciousness.

Just as he was about to curse at those monks, he found that he could not move or make a sound.

What's wrong with those famous and upright sects? Instead of practicing in their own caves, they gathered together to attack her Jiu Mingyuan, taking advantage of her to go through the thunder tribulation of ascension. It's obvious that this was premeditated.

The thunder and magic seemed to be free, blasting her down to the ninth level of the underworld.

Ji Tang looked around with a dark face. She couldn't move and her view of the surroundings was limited.

The Nine Hells are dangerous, with cold water rushing and turbulent thousands of feet below. It is impossible to create a bed for her out of thin air that is soft, smooth and warm.

As she was thinking, someone suddenly fell from behind her.

Ji Tang's whole body tensed up, his mind clamoring to attack, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Dare to get so close to her, she is impatient to live.

A few strands of black hair fell on the edge of the bed, and more of them slid down from top to bottom and fell on the side of Ji Tang's face.

Along with the black hair there is a thin green strip that feels slightly cool.

Ji Tang glanced sideways and saw a section of it, which was embroidered with a sea of clouds and decorated with pearls and jade. It swayed and disappeared, and then the pearls and jade gently hit Ji Tang's earlobe.

Now she is only conscious, and her body seems to be hers but not hers at the same time.

She wanted to turn over and kick the person behind her, but after trying for a long time, her body seemed to be fixed and could not move at all.

Who is behind this?

Is this the monk who came to take her life while she was unable to move?

Or do you want to take the opportunity to steal the elixirs and magic weapons from her?

Ji Tang secretly circulated the nightmare power. She could clearly feel the nightmare power in her body condensing as she circulated the power, but she just couldn't use it.

The person behind her seemed unaware that she was awake. As they got closer, she could even feel the weight of the other person.

Ji Tang gritted his teeth, unable to curse.

It’s best not to let her know who is behind this, otherwise she will cut the person into pieces sooner or later and throw them into the ink cold pond to feed the cold magic fish!

...But before that, there is a greater possibility that she will be killed.

Ji Tang's whole body was tense, and the weight on her back made her chest feel tight.

Just as she was thinking about how to get away, she found that the man was getting closer and closer to her. She could hear slightly rapid breathing in her ear. The next moment, her dark blue robe was pulled off.

“…”

Ji Tang's breathing stagnated.

What's wrong with this person?

There are many ways to do this, such as stabbing her or attacking her with magic. Why not just be direct and take off her clothes?

Of course, I can't ask this question.

The robe embroidered with dark indigo patterns slid down the edge of the bed to the ground.

The attack was delayed and Ji Tang was puzzled when she noticed a large hand passing across her neck and reaching the collar of her shirt.

The other person's fingertips were slightly cold, which made her skin tremble.

Directly chokehold?

Ji Tang guessed wrong again. The fingers did not pinch her neck, but were slowly unbuttoning the butterfly buttons on her collar.

At this point, it would be foolish for Jitang to still not know the intentions of the people behind the scenes.

She was furious!

Which fearless bastard dared to lay his hands on her, the great Nightmare Lord?!

Did he really think that she was the only one in the world who had reached the Tribulation Crossing stage and was a soft persimmon that could be bullied at will?

But rather than anger, Jitang felt more disbelief.

Since she reached the fusion stage, not many cultivators dared to act in her presence.

Even if you call her a heretic in private, you have to behave yourself in front of her.

This was the first time in thousands of years that she had encountered such an audacious fool as the one behind her!

The front of her shirt was untied, and Ji Tang was suddenly picked up by the man, with her body turned around. Now she could finally see what the idiot looked like!

As soon as his peach blossom eyes fell on the man's face, Ji Tang was suddenly startled and was so shocked by this face that he couldn't recover for a long time!

The person in front of me was wearing a black robe with a dark red collar and gold thread edging.

The black hair and jade belt, the pearls and jade adorning the hair make it shine faintly.

He is handsome and beautiful, like a banished immortal.

His eyebrows and eyes were still tinged with the chill of the first snow, but his deep eyes were filled with the warmth after the ice and snow had melted.

The black hair fell down as he moved, and mixed with Jitang's long hair, scattered in one place, making it impossible to tell whose hair was whose.

When he looked at Jitang, his eyes were filled with spring light, and the fireflies and the stars in the sky were not as bright as his eyes.

His pale lips moved, and she heard him call out, "Look at me."

The voice is low and gentle, with a slightly drawn-out ending.

Ji Tang felt like he was hit hard in the chest, and he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. He was so stunned that he didn't know how to react.

The Immortal Lord Bian Jing stayed all night on the boat.

Besides her, there is only one other powerful person in the world who has reached the stage of tribulation, and he is the greatest reliance of Emperor Xuanzong.

Everyone in the world says that the Immortal Venerable Bian Jing has an immortal demeanor and is bright and clear. He is the cultivator with the greatest possibility of ascending to the immortal world in thousands of years and has great fortune, so everyone respectfully calls him the Immortal Venerable.

——Completely opposite to Jitang.

Although Ji Tang was given the title of Nightmare Leader, he had no intention of leading the Nightmare Clan. He stayed in the Nine Nether Abyss all year round and ignored worldly affairs.

What people feared about her was not her name, but her cultivation level during the Tribulation Period.

She and the much-admired Immortal Venerable Bian Jing are both in the tribulation period, but one is an immortal and the other is a nightmare, and they are completely different.

And it was this immortal with unparalleled grace who was right next to her, whispering in her ear and asking her to look at him.

Su Jinzhou pulled open her unbuttoned collar, and Ji Tang felt a chill spreading from her neck to her collarbone.

This scene was too unbelievable, so unbelievable that Ji Tang's mind was blank, making her more uneasy than when she was resisting ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations.

Bastard and idiot, it seems that neither word has anything to do with Immortal Master Bian Jing.

Su Jinzhou seemed to be looking at her cautiously.

Jitang was puzzled.

The look in his eyes when he looked at her was filled with pain and nostalgia. They were very close to each other, but Su Jinzhou seemed to be looking through her at someone far away.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Jinzhou asked.

He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that speaking louder would scare Jitang.

Ji Tang was naturally speechless.

Su Jinzhou held her very carefully, his eyes lingering on her face. "I didn't expect that I could actually dream of you."

Dream?

Jitang didn't understand why.

Su Jinzhou's fingers trembled as he gently stroked Ji Tang's cheek.

Jitang was so frightened by his deep love that he stood there like a wooden chicken.

She saw Su Jinzhou slowly lower his head, and her shoulder felt the strength of his palm again.

At the same time, her shirt slid down her shoulders a little, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Hello, hey, hey!

You are the white crane in the clouds, you are the autumn moon in the curling stone, you are the ideal in the world... Don't come over here!

Are the Immortal's hands used to take off clothes?!

Ji Tang's pupils trembled violently.

The warmth on her neck almost made her heart stop.

Softness erodes bit by bit.

Jitang's limbs felt numb.

"Don't!"

She was finally able to speak, and at the same time her eyes suddenly opened.

The rushing water in my ears was like thunder and drums, with the force of piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, deafening.

She had the illusion that she would be drowned by the huge waves at the next moment.

Her body felt like it had been crushed countless times, torn apart, reassembled, and torn apart again, causing her to grimace in pain.

This is the power of the ascension thunder tribulation.

Her whole body was shaking violently, and every shake brought more pain.

Ji Tang was in great pain, but her perception of her surroundings became clearer, and she was surprised to find that she could move.

Her fingers curled up slightly, and she screamed in pain.

It hurts so much!

She hadn't really woken up until now.

The wooden and jade-carved bed edge and the Border Immortal Lord were all a dream, but the dream was too real, so real that she now felt a slight warmth in her neck and ears.

Recalling everything in his dream, Ji Tang sat up in shock, almost dying.

Then there was a wail of pain that went deep into the bones.

The Nightmare Lord, who had finally come back to life, almost died of shock from a dream!