Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the seventh day arrived—the day the Underworld Realm opened.
At dawn, the yellow ocean in the sky stirred. Endless seawater began to spin violently overhead, and the roar of crashing waves rumbled through the air. A vortex thousands of miles across began to form in the central region of the Underworld Continent.
"The Underworld Realm is opening!"
Countless cultivators cried out in alarm. They leaped into the air and streaked toward the area around the vortex.
"This is the territory of my Holy Light Hall. All other cultivators, get out!"
Several thousand cultivators with wings of light on their backs landed on a nearby mountaintop, surrounding an arrogant Eight Tribulation Monarch. They brazenly drove away the cultivators who had already claimed the mountain.
"We got here first. Why should we give it up to you?" A Divine Lord, angered by the Holy Light Hall's overbearing behavior, spoke up in protest.
"Why?" The Holy Light Hall's Eight Tribulation Monarch sneered. Without hesitation, he thrust out a finger and pointed at the Divine Lord.
"Ah!"
The Divine Lord screamed, and in an instant, he exploded into countless fragments.
The other cultivators grew fearful at the sight and silently withdrew.
Scenes like this played out across the mountaintops around the vortex. One powerful faction after another drove away the other cultivators and seized the territory for themselves.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, a vast crowd appeared in the sky. It was none other than the seven great factions, arriving together. Jian Fan, Lang Yue, Larson, and the others were among them.
Strangely, however, several mysterious cultivators in black robes were with Jian Fan and the others—and they seemed to be leading the group.
"The seven great factions have arrived!"
Countless cultivators near the