The Nether Prison Burial Ground was not a universe but an unimaginably vast continent, its edges bordering the primordial chaos. Here, even ordinary cultivators dared not tread, let alone the immortals.
Yet now, every living being in the Nether Prison Burial Ground was staring in shock at the scene before them.
Though the Nether Prison Burial Ground housed countless immortals, its land was so expansive that even the Heavenly Continent was but a drop in the ocean by comparison. Most of its inhabitants were mortals, unaware of immortals or cultivation.
Now, these mortals watched in awe as myth unfolded before their eyes. Immortals fell, their blood staining thousands of miles as their flesh and bones turned into nourishment, revitalizing the land. Under the crimson rain, all life flourished in an instant.
Above, the war—or rather, the slaughter—continued. The Chaos Body of the past had once made the Nether Prison Burial Ground tremble, but Su Min was even stronger.
To her, these so-called immortals were no different from mortals. None could withstand a single blow, not even the revered high-ranking immortals, who now cowered like dogs.
Finally—
"There are no more left."
As the last high-ranking immortal was torn apart, Su Min ceased her movements. No immortals remained, but the patriarchs of the five great families had vanished. Yet Su Min paid them no mind. After this slaughter, her cultivation had advanced, finally breaking through to the next realm.
The Immortal King.
Now, with but a thought, her divine sense enveloped the entire Nether Prison Burial Ground, instantly locking onto the last five immortals. Their presence was too vast to hide. In a flash, Su Min traversed time and space, appearing before them.
"Of all the immortals in the Nether Prison Burial Ground, only you remain."
She spoke calmly, her voice indifferent.
"Hahaha, I know. But they have fulfilled their purpose. Woman, we may not be your match, but our master is coming."
With those words, the five figures dissolved before her eyes, turning to ash.
Su Min paused, but in the next moment—
The sky split open.
A river of stars poured down from the heavens, enveloping her.
Yet this was no ordinary river—it was the River of Time.
This time, Su Min did not hide. She raised her head and gazed downstream, where a figure cloaked in black robes trudged forward with heavy steps.
Each step bore the weight of immense karma.
"Are you the one the Sinful Buddha spoke of?"
Su Min's voice was calm. The Sinful Buddha had once glimpsed the River of Time, but the anchor he provided was too weak, allowing Su Min to repel him. But now, the five immortals had sacrificed more than their lives. Their offering had created a far clearer anchor.
This being was advancing through the River of Time, enduring the backlash of karma with each step. Su Min did not strike immediately. She wanted to see how far he could go.
With every step, his aura weakened.
Finally—
He stood before her.
His once-majestic form was now withered, his back hunched under the weight of the price he had paid.
Yet even now, his cultivation matched Su Min's.
"I see. So you were prepared."
Su Min remained composed. Time was her ally—every passing second weakened him further. His peak strength must have been terrifying, enough to make the families of the Nether Prison Burial Ground and the Skeletal Emperor call him "master."
"You should not exist. This world was never meant to have someone like you."
The old man spoke coldly, then struck without another word.
His palm descended, deceptively simple yet carrying unimaginable power.
Su Min met it head-on.
BOOM—
The impact shook the heavens.
The vast Nether Prison Burial Ground, capable of hosting battles between thousands of immortals, trembled violently.
A single exchange nearly shattered the entire realm.
"You truly don't care?"
Su Min frowned. She had not yet decided what to do with the Nether Prison Burial Ground. Ninety-nine percent of its inhabitants were ordinary mortals, with dark cultivators making up only a fraction.
But in the next moment—
Another, even more devastating strike came.
This time, Su Min did not block it directly.
BOOM—
The Nether Prison Burial Ground fractured.
Mountains crumbled, the massive continent splitting apart. The old man coughed blood as the backlash of karma struck him. The once-unified realm was now divided, its gaps filled with chaotic energy.
"For the myriad worlds, this may be a good thing."
Su Min sighed. The Nether Prison Burial Ground had been too powerful, its existence a threat to all universes.
Now that it had shattered, the danger was gone.
She refocused and clashed with the old man once more.
Time passed—days, months, years.
Though Su Min had reached the Immortal King realm, her opponent had dwelled in it far longer. At this level, innate physiques no longer mattered.
Every strike between them shook the heavens.
Finally, in the tenth year—
With one last palm strike, the old man's body collapsed.
It was not that Su Min was stronger, but the weight of karma had crushed him, leaving him defenseless.
"Hah..."
Su Min exhaled, gazing at the shattered Nether Prison Burial Ground below. The broken continents now drifted through the chaos, no longer capable of producing immortals. The threat to the myriad worlds had ended.
"But this is not enough. I will forge an Immortal Realm."
She raised her hand, summoning the essence of countless worlds—the very resource the Nether Prison Burial Ground had hoarded to nurture its immortals.
The largest fragment was the core of the Nether Prison Burial Ground itself. Without it, no realm could birth immortals.
"The power of immortals is too great. I must create a new order."
Su Min inhaled deeply, then glanced at the corpse beside her—the old man. She did not know what future had driven him to defy karma and ascend the River of Time, only to die here. But even in death, his body radiated a deathly aura. Only Su Min could withstand it—any other immortal would be corrupted instantly.
She had to dispose of it properly.
There was still much to do.
She would venture into the chaos, carve out a new Immortal Realm, and establish a system where cultivation could flourish without plunder.
Immortals were too powerful for ordinary worlds, hence the Heavenly Dao suppressed them. Now, Su Min would create an exception, allowing future generations to ascend through tribulation.
With that thought, she flew into the endless chaos.
Only someone of her level could traverse it—not even a Chaos Body could survive here.
Soon, in a void of nothingness, Su Min released the world essences and the corpse. In a year, the corpse transformed into an endless continent. Left alone, it would have bred calamity, so Su Min purified it instead. She fused the essences into the land, and across the countless universes, Mahayana cultivators suddenly sensed a change.
The restrictions on their cultivation had loosened—they could advance further, but with a new condition: Upon becoming immortals, they must leave their home worlds forever.
Before all else, Su Min returned to her own universe.
She uprooted the entire back mountain of the Immortal Gate, taking everyone within to the new continent—a land richer in spiritual energy and resources.
Before departing, she held a grand assembly, revealing the path beyond immortality. No matter one's physique or talent, to advance further, one must endure the Nirvana Heavenly Tribulation.
Otherwise, their cultivation would be forever locked at immortality.
Whether they chose to remain immortal or strive for greater heights was no longer her concern.
Time flowed.
In a mere thousand years, the first immortal arrived.
Then the second, the third...
Yet it took a million years before Yao Xian'er finally stepped into the Immortal Realm.
She had spent eons accumulating strength, overcoming the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation to become the second existence like Su Min.
But when she arrived, she found Su Min had long since gone further.
Tian Hao, Tian Yang—one by one, the once-empty Immortal Realm flourished.
The End.