Achieving Immortal Kinghood

The Hundred Peaks Sect's foundation was far too weak. Although it had become a major sect, and many of the rewards bestowed by the Heavenly Dao were inheritances of cultivation techniques and spells, it would still take time to absorb them.

Moreover, the Hundred Peaks Sect still needed to be built up. It truly needed many experts.

It could not have been better for these major sects to be willing to send experts.

Song Zhong soon left the Hundred Peaks Sect as well. He did not return to the Piaomiao Sect, instead heading directly to the Outer Battlefield.

On the Outer Battlefield, his cultivation speed could be a little faster. Although, having reached the True Lord Realm, the bonus had already become extremely small, even a mosquito's leg was still meat.

Time passed year by year.

After breaking through to the True Lord Realm, cultivation became truly, painfully slow.

For True Lord Realm cultivators, taking two or three thousand years to break through a single level was perfectly normal.

But he...

Fifty-five years later.

In the void of the Outer Battlefield, endless Tribulation Clouds gathered.

Moments later, all manner of heavenly tribulations descended, as though the end of the world had arrived.

In the Human Race world, cultivators one after another raised their heads and looked toward the Outer Battlefield.

"What terrifying heavenly tribulation!"

"This tribulation... Song Zhong has broken through!"

"Song Zhong has become an Immortal King!"

"Fifty-five years to advance from the True Lord Realm to the Immortal King Realm—this is already defying the heavens to the utmost. But it still isn't enough, is it?"

"Yes. There are less than forty years left now. By this calculation, Song Zhong has no way of breaking through to the Supreme Realm!"

"I wonder what other method Fellow Daoist Song mentioned back then was."

As everyone watched the heavenly tribulation in the void, they were not overly worried. Song Zhong had been able to withstand two kinds of heavenly tribulations at once, much less a single one. What they feared was that, in nearly forty years, the protection around the Human Race world would shatter and the foreign races would invade the Human Race!

As Song Zhong began undergoing his tribulation, the five Immortal Emperors who had disappeared for a long time, and even the Zhengyi Immortal Emperor, who had been in seclusion healing his wounds, all appeared and flew to the place closest to where Song Zhong was undergoing tribulation.

The Immortal King tribulation lasted two full years.

Two years later, almost at the exact moment the heavenly tribulation vanished, the void before Song Zhong suddenly split open without the slightest warning.

"It's here! As expected, Song Zhong will enter the Realm of the Heavens!"

Looking at the crack that had appeared, the Zhengyi Immortal Emperor hurriedly transmitted, "Beyond the crack lies the Realm of the Heavens. The first nine trials will pose no problem for you.

"But after you pass the nine trials, you must be careful. You will face all the Heavenly Prodigies from across the entire Universe!"

Along with the Zhengyi Immortal Emperor's voice came an incomparably terrifying force of suction. It was so powerful that, even with Song Zhong's current cultivation, he could not resist in the slightest. He was dragged toward the crack and vanished into it in the blink of an eye. The crack then closed.

Watching Song Zhong disappear, the Wutian Immortal Emperor turned to the Zhengyi Immortal Emperor and said, "You need not worry either. Don't you know Song Zhong's strength?

"He is different from the two of us. The two of us, including Master, only barely met the standard to enter the Realm of the Heavens.

"But Song Zhong is like the Lord of Witchcraft Power. At the same cultivation level, he possesses the strength to crush a host of Heavenly Prodigies!"

The Zhengyi Immortal Emperor still looked grave. "But even the Lord of Witchcraft Power back then did not reach the final level in the Realm of the Heavens."

"The thing is, the strength Song Zhong displayed before was even greater than that of the Lord of Witchcraft Power at the same cultivation level. In the Immortal King Realm, how could there possibly be an opponent stronger than him?"

The Wutian Immortal Emperor guessed, "Do you remember how he said there was another method? I think entering the Realm of the Heavens and reaching the final level is certain for him, but that is not his main purpose. He is likely putting more effort into finding a mighty expert willing to come protect our Human Race.

"After all, those inside will be the most outstanding Heavenly Prodigies of every race. Even worlds ranked among the top ten will enter. Those Heavenly Prodigies may be related to the foremost mighty experts of their races, or even be descendants favored by them."

The Zhengyi Immortal Emperor sighed. "I know what he is thinking, but how could it be so simple? How difficult would it be to invite experts who do not fear the Demon Race, Tentacle Clan, and those five races?

"Even if we managed to invite one, we could not afford the price.

"You have gone out twice these past years as well. Were you not also searching for a mighty expert capable of protecting our Human Race? You should know how difficult this is."

"I know, but this is our only chance." The Wutian Immortal Emperor said solemnly, "In five years, the Reverse Flow Realm will open. I want to go in and try."

"The Reverse Flow Realm!" The Zhengyi Immortal Emperor's expression instantly became incomparably grave. "That is a realm where nine die for every one who lives!"

Nine deaths and one life truly meant nine deaths and one life. On average, out of every ten cultivators who entered, only one survived.

"I know, but in these next few years, it is the only place we can enter!" The Wutian Immortal Emperor's gaze was resolute. "I cannot do nothing and merely pin all my hopes on Song Zhong. I am an Immortal Emperor!"

"I'll go with you!" The Zhengyi Immortal Emperor said solemnly.

"Forget it. If both of us go and something happens to us, what will become of the Human Race?"

"There is still Song Zhong." Without waiting for the Wutian Immortal Emperor to refuse, the Zhengyi Immortal Emperor said directly, "My injuries are almost healed. By then, I should have recovered more than ninety percent.

"Besides, it has been a long time since I last ventured out with you."

"Fine." The Wutian Immortal Emperor did not try to persuade him further. He knew that once his Senior Brother decided to go, no one could talk him out of it.

At the same time, among the Myriad Races across the entire Universe.

Within a Great Thousand World over a hundred times larger than the Human Race world stood an enormous palace formed from ice. Countless snowflakes drifted down from every corner of the palace, falling to the ground before quickly melting away.

Inside the palace, three cultivators who looked like humans, save for Snowflake Runes embedded in their foreheads like Diamond Ice Crystals, watched the figure outside the palace. That figure was entirely wrapped in ice and was resisting wave after wave of heavenly tribulation.

Among the three cultivators, an exceptionally beautiful female cultivator in a blue robe, her white hair nearly trailing along the ground, said softly, "The heavenly tribulation is about to end. With Junior Sister's talent, our race will gain another cultivator who can enter the Realm of the Heavens and reach the final level."

"Master must already be preparing Junior Sister's reward for when she returns." As another female cultivator spoke, her face was filled with envy. They were not considering whether their Junior Sister could enter the Realm of the Heavens. They were not even considering whether she could reach the final level.

Because that was inevitable!