“It’s finally here…” 

Mo Xingzhe stood on an icy mountaintop, his hair and clothing fluttering around him.

He raised his head, his silvery eyes gazing into the dome of heaven, where the inky black tribulation clouds gathered in a mad frenzy.

A stifling, destructive air spread throughout heaven and earth.

Mo Xingzhe wasn’t the least bit afraid. On the contrary, his expression filled with undisguisable excitement and eagerness.

He’d lain dormant for thirty thousand years. Today, he would finally enter the Spirit Dao!

Boom!

Before long, the tribulation descended upon him.

Mo Xingzhe took the skies, charging right into it.

It was on that day that Mo Xingzhe, a monster of the ancient era from the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace, underwent tribulation on the peak of a snowy mountain. He stepped into the Spirit Dao, becoming a true advanced cultivator. 

When he successfully overcame his tribulation, the outline of a grand and strange black sun illuminated him. Dark and imposing visions of the netherworld appeared with it.

This strange phenomenon could be called a “Black Netherworld Sun”!

……

“Open!”

Late at night, a vast, open plain. 

Huan Shaoyou stepped into the air, threw...