A Lone Assault into the Nine Nether

Two imposing figures awakened from the eternal silence of primordial time.

One was like a star fallen into silent extinction, sitting alone at the end of the River of Forgetfulness; the other was like a radiant sun, hanging high atop the Nine Heavens.

As their eyes opened and closed, the spacetime of countless ages trembled, and all the immortals and gods of the myriad heavens were alarmed.

At the end of the Heavenly Road, Immortal Mist steamed upward, while auspicious qi cascaded down like waterfalls, illuminating the boundless Cloud Sea in resplendent brilliance.

Deep within the mist, ten terrifying figures appeared and vanished, as though they were manifestations of the Origin Laws of the universe. With every breath they took, the Circulating Spiritual Qi surged, while endless phenomena were born, perished, and revolved.

The leader wore Dark Gold Battle Armor. His bearing was as deep and solemn as an abyssal mountain, and though his face resembled that of a young man, he possessed an awe-inspiring majesty that seized the soul.

Deep within the spiritual light between his brows, a Thunder Mark slowly revolved, as if it contained the supreme authority to pass Judgment upon all things.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes—

Lightning tore through the heavens within his gaze. The phantom image of a world of thunder surged into existence, and wherever his eyes reached, all laws retreated.

"The Old Ancestor's divine sense has awakened?"

His voice was low, every word striking like a heavy hammer against iron.

As his voice fell, the other nine terrifying figures all trembled, their vast auras spreading out with a boom and sending the surrounding Immortal Mist rolling like waves.

"Young Master Lei, what instructions did Taishang give?"

Among the nine, a woman softly asked.

She possessed peerless beauty, yet the gleam in