Exchanging Blows with a Universe Venerable

A normal star has a diameter of over a million kilometers; even if the star within the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison had become hollow due to its energy drying up and retracting, it shouldn't have reached such a state.

Hollow—it must be man-made, and perhaps an indigenous tribe was hiding inside.

Wu Yun tried to extend his Heart Power downward, but found it impossible to penetrate; a faint, scorching heat blocked him, which was no wonder why detection instruments hadn't discovered it.

"Interesting." Wu Yun felt he had found a lead; he possessed the Heart Power of a fifth-level True God, and even if the difference in worlds caused some suppression, it shouldn't have been impossible to detect.

Immortal Gods certainly wouldn't possess this kind of ability.

Was it natural terrain, or the means of a precious treasure?

That group of indigenous Immortals could continue to survive for endless years entirely because they understood the terrain too well; many natural terrains could even block the attacks of a Universe Venerable.

They were still dreaming of their tribe's rise, hoping that one day their descendants could give birth to a Universe Venerable, or even stronger beings like a top Universe Overlord or a Universe Master.

Wu Yun looked around, confirmed that no one was in this patch of starry sky, and punched the surface of the star. His power was perfectly contained, piercing a channel five hundred kilometers deep.

The cold rock was completely vaporized, but the deeper he went, the more scorching it became.

The temperature of the rock at five hundred kilometers was already high enough to melt a Star Level apprentice.

"Such hard mass." Wu Yun hadn't used his True God power for this punch, but even with World Lord level power combined with his realm, it was at the King-Level.

In the universe, even a star should shatter from this.

But he could only pierce five hundred kilometers; even for a celestial body in a Universe Secret Realm, it shouldn't be this sturdy, suggesting there was special reinforcement.

Or perhaps it was the sturdiness brought about by the permeating energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After punching several more times, Wu Yun finally cleared three thousand kilometers of the surface, revealing a pitch-black hole. Scorching energy surged out; even a Star Level being would melt if swept by such a heatwave.

Wu Yun was bold due to his high level of skill and flew straight in. If a normal Immortal encountered this, they would have to call friends to explore it together; the indigenous people in this Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison were not like those on the Yanji Continent.

The indigenous people of the Yanji Continent couldn't produce precious treasures, but almost every time a treasure appeared in the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison, it was accompanied by a precious treasure. Usually, it required a peak King-Level leader and three to five peak King-Level experts working together to secure it.

Against these indigenous people, Wu Yun could fully expose all his strength; even if there were two or three peak King-Level experts, he would kill them in seconds.

Whoosh!

Three thousand kilometers was too shallow; in just an instant, Wu Yun drilled into the hollow area, but he didn't see the glorious world he had imagined.

Inside the star, a ball of fire with a diameter of ten thousand kilometers floated.

The temperature of the flames was shockingly exaggerated; it was no exaggeration to say it could burn the heavens and boil the seas. The surrounding space constantly shattered and healed, burning a million-mile world into a patch of yellow sand.

The firelight was extremely intense, illuminating the entire interior of the star. Wu Yun stared fixedly at the flames, within which was a burly figure with an incredibly astonishing aura.

"Alien, are you here alone?" the figure asked. Wu Yun hadn't heard this language, but he could barely judge what it meant.

The burly figure suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, and the endless flames were instantly sucked into his belly. At this moment, Wu Yun could finally see his appearance clearly.

His entire body looked as if it were cast from crimson rock; this was the appearance of the indigenous lifeforms of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison. As this burly figure spoke, the entire space trembled.

Wu Yun thought to himself that this was bad; this was no King-Level Immortal—the figure in the flames was a Universe Venerable!

This group of indigenous people had actually given birth to a Universe Venerable.

He stood there like the master of the starry sky; the aura he naturally emitted could make King-Level Immortals crawl on the ground. There was an insurmountable chasm between the two levels.

It was common for World Lords to rival Immortals; most World Lords in the Original Secret Realm and the Giant Axe Secret Realm could do so.

But it was incredibly difficult for an Immortal to rival a Universe Venerable.

The number of invincible King-Level experts was extremely small, and often a tribe only had a few. Those beings who could rival a Universe Venerable at the King-Level were all brilliant and talented individuals.

"It's rare that an indigenous tribe has actually given birth to a Venerable." Wu Yun stood calmly; in terms of strength, he truly didn't fear the person in front of him.

A Universe Venerable born from a backward tribe would need a long time to cultivate to a high-level Universe Venerable. He had his Blood Luo Continent Clone and understood the creatures of the secret realms too well.

It was just that Wu Yun couldn't fight for long periods.

Not to mention stages like True God or Ancestor God, in many areas where energy could not be absorbed, even a Life-Death Dao Lord had to rely on external objects to recover energy.

"You have some guts, but you will die today," the indigenous Venerable said coldly. His eyes were filled with endless hatred, and his killing intent was monstrous.

Wu Yun was very puzzled. The commotion of breaking through to a Universe Venerable was not small; when did this indigenous person break through? If it was recently, logically, he should have been discovered.

If it was a long time ago, why would the indigenous people of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison still be exposed?

If a Universe Venerable truly wanted to hide and was extremely familiar with the terrain, the hundreds of thousands of King-Level experts would never be able to find him.

"Die! Alien!" The indigenous Venerable slapped toward Wu Yun. The space along the way shattered inch by inch; even a peak King-Level expert would fall under this palm.

Boom!

Wu Yun swung his fist to meet it, pushing his True God divine body to the limit. A million times the power of a World Lord was mixed with his fifth-level Heart Power, and his fifth-level Killing Power was released!

Fist and palm collided, and the terrifying power rippled outward. The scarlet Killing Power mixed with flames scattered, instantly annihilating the entire barren star.

The two arrived in the cosmic space, staring at each other. The indigenous Venerable was full of shock because Wu Yun had stood in place without moving at all, while he had retreated hundreds of meters.

"You?!" The indigenous Venerable couldn't understand how a King-Level Immortal could be so powerful.

Swish!

Wu Yun ignored him and quickly tore through the void, vanishing from sight; with his current strength, killing a Universe Venerable, even a low-level one, was impossible.

Before leaving, he planted a Heart Power Seed on the other party.

This native Venerable was named Venerable Nuoqi, who had only broken through recently; he had originally been a peak King-Level Immortal from the discovered branch, leading his clansmen in a desperate flight.

"Alien, alien!" Venerable Nuoqi clenched his fists, his rocky body creaking as the memories of what had just transpired flooded his mind.

They had been tracked down by several King-Level Immortals from the Bug Race camp; the opponents were too powerful, and while Nuoqi was only at the peak of the King-Level, he could barely reach the limit of the King-Level by relying on his heavy treasures.

The other King-Level elders were even weaker.

His clansmen had been slaughtered to the last, including the weak descendants living within his World Ring, many of whom Nuoqi had watched grow up with his own eyes.

They were the foundation and hope of his race, yet now they had all been extinguished; in despair and agony, Nuoqi had frantically burned his immortal divine body, relying on his heavy treasures to carve out a bloody path of escape.