"That person?"
"Another Chaos Physique?"
Many of the onlookers were stunned at the sight of the man descending from the clouds. Though he looked completely different from Su Min, their auras were 99% identical.
This wasn't due to bloodline or anything of the sort—it was the resonance that occurred when two individuals of the same supreme physique met.
Another Chaos Physique? What was going on?
"The Heavenly Dao can only record fragments of the strong but cannot create them from nothing. It seems that at some point in time, in some unknown place, a Chaos Physique was born. That's why those people were so wary—no, it wasn't just wariness, but outright fear."
At this moment, Yao Xian'er's expression turned solemn.
The fundamental reason Yin and Yang were kept separate was to prevent the birth of a Chaos Physique. Su Min had clearly become the one who forged a second path.
Now, Yao Xian'er was genuinely curious. Back then, she had investigated Su Min's background—just an ordinary aristocratic family, nothing extraordinary. So, she was truly puzzled about Su Min's origins. But in the end, it didn't matter anymore.
Su Min had long since surpassed her, and now, the entire cosmos was her stage.
...
Compared to the others, however, Su Min's emotions were far more complicated.
The Heavenly Dao's trial had consisted of three high-ranking immortals. For a Mahayana cultivator to face three high-ranking immortals at once was already absurd. Back then, Su Min's combat power surpassed that of an ordinary immortal, but against a single high-ranking immortal, she would have undoubtedly died. And yet, the Annihilation Heavenly Tribulation forced her to face three at once—something no one in history had ever achieved.
But now, this man had descended. What did that mean? Su Min understood all too well.
Sure enough, in the next instant, the man shattered into countless fragments that surged into Su Min's mind.
In that moment, all of his past experiences, everything about the Nether Prison, and even the secrets of the Chaos Physique flooded into her consciousness. Su Min couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.
This man had been born in a small universe, one that had been devoured by dark matter and sunk into the Nether Prison. Relying on his unique physique, he had barely survived, escaping to a neighboring universe after countless near-death experiences.
But that universe was no paradise either. In the end, left with nothing, his heart burned with eternal hatred for the Nether Prison. Eventually, he reached the Mahayana stage.
However, he had been too impatient. The Immortal Tribulation was brutally simple—it required battling past immortals. The lowest-level tribulation only required facing a single low-ranking immortal, and one didn't even need to kill them—just survive ten exchanges.
The mid-level tribulation required killing a low-ranking immortal.
And the highest-level tribulation? Facing three high-ranking immortals at once.
But even a single low-ranking immortal would force a Transcendence-stage emperor to stake their life, even requiring the resources of an entire universe to defeat.
The man from the past had only passed the mid-level tribulation. Unlike Su Min, he hadn't continuously severed his cultivation or used other methods to push his limits. Thus, he had fallen short.
And more importantly—he couldn't wait. He had to take revenge on the Nether Prison.
Soon, Su Min witnessed everything.
The moment he ascended to immortality, he charged alone into the Nether Prison.
What followed was a century-long war.
One immortal after another fell to his hands—high-ranking immortals, low-ranking immortals, even the so-called Kings.
Billions perished under his wrath.
And in the end...
"The Zhexian Curse? So that's what they used on me?"
At this moment, Su Min nearly laughed. She had finally figured out the meaning behind that cryptic curse.
"My concept of immortality is so advanced that it even surpasses the endless lifespan of an immortal. It's almost as if this was all arranged. But if that's the case..."
Su Min slowly closed her eyes.
She realized now that she had an inevitable destiny—to achieve what the previous Chaos Physique had failed to accomplish.
If that man had waited a few hundred thousand, or even a million years, allowing himself to pass the Annihilation Heavenly Tribulation, the Zhexian Curse would have been useless against him—just as it now was for Su Min. The curse in her heart had already completely vanished.
What intrigued her even more was that the path ahead of her seemed wide open. The previous Chaos Physique, after passing his tribulation, had found his road at an end.
But Su Min's was not.
Clearly, those who passed the Annihilation Heavenly Tribulation could ascend even higher. And now, having inherited everything from him, she was already stronger than he had been. She had even surpassed the peak of immortality, faintly glimpsing an even higher realm.
What was it? Immortal King? Immortal Emperor? Or something beyond?
But there was no need to dwell on that now. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
The Nether Prison—the source of countless tragedies across the cosmos. The end of eras, the fallen, the dark cultivators, the remnant immortals—all were their doing.
It was time to settle the score.
Without another glance at the crowd waiting to congratulate her, Su Min raised her sword and slashed forward. The passage was torn open, and without hesitation, she plunged inside. Leaving behind a stunned audience—none of whom dared to follow.
Meanwhile, in the Nether Prison
The five great families and all the high-ranking immortals wore grave expressions. After exhausting every means at their disposal, the three who had gone to kill Su Min had finally sent back a thunderous message—
"The Zhexian Curse had missed. The Chaos Physique was still alive."
For a moment, the five families were dumbfounded. Had those ten high-ranking immortals died for nothing?
They wondered if they were dreaming. But soon, they discovered an even bigger problem—
That world had vanished, as if it had never existed.
Someone had hidden it.
And the only one who could do that was the Chaos Physique herself.
They were on the verge of madness.
It was as if a blade now hung over their heads. Without coordinates, they couldn't even retaliate. So, they gathered all their forces, setting up an inescapable net, ready to fight to the death.
But they waited.
And waited.
For tens of thousands of years.
To them, tens of thousands of years should have been but a blink.
Yet now, every moment was torture. It felt as if they had endured dozens of epochs.
And the anxiety only grew worse.
But today—
The vanished coordinates suddenly reappeared.
"She's here! Everyone, prepare! This time, no matter the cost, we must kill her—"
The Tiger Family Patriarch roared—but his voice abruptly cut off. Because standing before them was a young woman in an ink-black robe, holding an immortal sword.
She had stepped out alone.
And with her arrival, the entire Nether Prison trembled.
An immortal.
In such a short time, she had already become one.
And when a Chaos Physique achieved immortality—
The last time that happened was a billion years ago.
The Tiger Family Patriarch's voice died in his throat.
What horrified him even more was that he couldn't sense her aura at all.
"Now then," Su Min said calmly, "let us tally your sins."
With a single swing of her sword—
Silence.
A vast sword light tore through time and space, instantly erasing hundreds of immortals.
"KILL HER!!!"
The five great families inhaled sharply.
A casual strike had just annihilated a hundred immortals—something even they couldn't do.
With a furious roar, every immortal in the Nether Prison charged forward.
The last Chaos Physique had slaughtered all their immortals. They knew this one wouldn't stop either.
It was kill or be killed. No third option.
Thus, the sky darkened as blood rained down upon the Nether Prison.
It was as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
Giant bones fell like rain, as if all existence was descending into annihilation.
Yet amidst the chaos, five figures remained unmoved—the patriarchs of the five great families.
Their scalps tingled as they watched, for history was repeating itself.
Their ancestors hadn't understood the terror of the Chaos Physique at first. They hadn't committed their full strength, treating it as a minor threat—until it was too late.
"We can't cast the Zhexian Curse anymore."
Now that she had become an immortal, killing her would require ten King-level immortals to jointly cast the curse.
But that was impossible.
Only five of that level remained.
"We must summon the master. The five of us will use the forbidden art to create an anchor, allowing him to cross the river of time."
The five exchanged glances before vanishing into the depths of the Nether Prison.
This act came with two great costs:
First, they would all die. Even their family's fortunes and bloodlines would be sacrificed. They would never have considered this unless absolutely desperate.
Second, even if the master descended, he could only act within the Nether Prison. If Su Min left, he couldn't pursue her—the price of crossing time was too great.
But Su Min, immersed in her own enlightenment, remained unaware of their plans.