510: Silent Valley, Nine Profound Dao Stele

The mighty force of the Rule Tides had completely reshaped the landscape on the outskirts of the Burial Ground of Immortals.

The grey plains, which were originally crisscrossed with ravines and dotted with floating islands, had been leveled.

They were transformed into a mirror-smooth Glazed Land, reflecting the eerie, blazing white sun in the sky.

In the center of this Glazed Land, a bottomless, massive rift appeared out of thin air, like a hideous crack spanning across the earth.

Within the rift, purple lightning surged like Dragons, never ceasing.

Each bolt of lightning was as thick as a mountain range; when they tore through the Void Realm, they didn't produce ordinary thunder.

Instead, it was a roar containing supreme majesty that could directly shake a Cultivator's dao foundation.

Nirvana Valley.

Shen Yuanmo stood at the edge of the rift, calmly casting his gaze toward the sea of lightning below.

This lightning was completely different from the world-ending Chaos Heavenly Tribulation he had seen during his Undergoing Tribulation.

The lightning of a Heavenly Tribulation is the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao's will, a magnificent heavenly power intended for judgment and destruction.

But the purple lightning before him contained strands of incomplete yet incredibly overbearing immortal dao rules.

If an ordinary Mahayana Saint Lord were accidentally struck by one, their body might be unharmed.

However, their dao foundation would be instantly eroded and assimilated by the immortal dao rules, eventually causing their cultivation to collapse and turning them into a cripple.

"Interesting."

Shen Yuanmo activated Insight into Origin, a golden divine light flashing in his eyes for a moment.

In his vision, the entire Nirvana Valley turned into a three-dimensional network composed of countless energy meridians.

Those violent immortal thunders were not generated out of thin air; their energy flow ultimately converged at a single point in the deepest part of the valley.

There, an artificial object seemed to throb like a heart, continuously pumping out lightning power containing immortal dao rules.

"It's not a natural forbidden zone, but a field set up by someone."

Shen Yuanmo understood.

He didn't linger any longer; with a flicker of his body, he fell directly into that purple sea of lightning like a pebble dropped into a lake.

Rumble!

His intrusion seemed to anger the god of this lightning Domain.

In an instant, thousands of immortal thunders were like a pack of sharks smelling blood.

Converging from all directions, they turned into an inescapable net, descending upon Shen Yuanmo.

The power of each bolt of lightning was enough to alarm a Mahayana Late Stage Saint Lord.

However, when these bolts of lightning landed on Shen Yuanmo, an inconceivable scene occurred.

There was no violent explosion, nor was there flesh and blood flying.

The purple electrical light capable of tearing through Laws, the moment it touched his skin...

It was like hitting a red-hot branding iron, making a soft "sizzle" sound.

Then it crumbled inch by inch, turning into pure lightning Origin power, which was completely absorbed by his Chaos Dao Body, comparable to an eighth-rank Dao Artifact.

Ten thousand bolts of lightning striking his body was, to him, nothing more than a gentle breeze on his face.

Under the tempering of this endless immortal lightning, Shen Yuanmo's body...

Far from suffering the slightest damage, it became increasingly transparent.

Deep within his dao body, tiny traces of Impurities were refined, taking a small but solid step toward the level of an eighth-rank Medium Grade Dao Artifact.

He walked down through the sky full of lightning with a composed pace.

Soon, Shen Yuanmo reached the deepest part of Nirvana Valley.

This was a vast platform, the source of all the immortal lightning.

In the center of the platform stood a massive stone tablet a hundred zhang tall.

The tablet was pitch black, made of an unknown material, with no patterns on it.

Only at the very top, engraved in an ancient and vast font, were two large characters.

Jiu Xuan.

Each character seemed to contain the weight of a Universe, emitting a supreme dao charm that transcended all Daos.

Just a single glance was enough to cause the Divine Soul of those with weak minds to collapse and their Dao Heart to disintegrate.

This was the dao tablet left behind by Heavenly Venerable of Nine Mysteries.

And before the dao tablet, a massive beast was coiled.

It was a Soul of the Thunder Dragon composed entirely of Chaos immortal lightning.

It had no physical form, yet its body was as condensed as if it were solid, with destructive electrical light flashing on its purple Dragon scales.

Its eyes were tightly closed, as if it had fallen into an eternal slumber.

But the Aura it emitted had already surpassed the scope of an ordinary Mahayana Perfection.

This was the guardian of this place.

The moment Shen Yuanmo stepped onto the platform, the Soul of the Thunder Dragon's closed eyes snapped open.

They were a pair of cold, dead lightning eyes.

There was no emotion, only pure, cold lightning Laws representing destruction and judgment, rising and falling within them.

"Roar—!!!"

A roar that didn't sound like it could be made by a mortal creature echoed throughout Nirvana Valley.

In an instant, all the immortal lightning in the valley began to boil.

The Soul of the Thunder Dragon opened its huge mouth and took a deep breath.

The lightning power of the entire valley was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, swallowed completely into its belly.

Its body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, its Aura climbing steadily.

Eventually, it transformed into a lightning titan that stood with its head in the sky and feet on the ground.

It raised a giant claw and slowly pressed it down toward Shen Yuanmo.

Under this claw, Space Law was completely imprisoned, and the River of Time froze.

A kingdom constructed of pure lightning evolved and took shape in its palm, containing lightning mountains, lightning seas, and lightning creatures... as if it wanted to pull Shen Yuanmo, along with the space-time he occupied, into this world of lightning to be completely suppressed and obliterated.

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Shen Yuanmo just quietly looked at the Dragon and then gently shook his head.

"It has the form but lacks the spirit,"

He calmly evaluated, "The power is decent, but unfortunately, it is ultimately built from external things and doesn't even possess its own Dao."

As he spoke, he didn't even summon his Ten-thousand-zhang Dharma Idol or use his Chaos Domain.

He simply pointed his fingers like a sword and made a casual swipe at the descending lightning kingdom.

The great evolution immortal slaying sword emerged at his call, letting out a clear sword chime.

There was no world-startling sword light, nor was there an Aura that slashed through the heavens.

A subtle, grey Sword Qi, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, flickered from the tip of the sword.

This Sword Qi didn't seem to exist in the physical dimension.

It directly ignored that lightning kingdom, ignored the imprisoned space and time, and pierced through the Soul of the Thunder Dragon's massive body.

What it slashed was not matter, nor was it energy.

But something even more ethereal yet real.

—Karma.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, an invisible thread of Karma between the Soul of the Thunder Dragon and the jiu xuan dao tablet was silently severed.

"Wu..."

The overbearing Soul of the Thunder Dragon's movements suddenly stiffened.

The destructive lightning light in its eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a look of confusion.

In the next moment, its massive body composed of billions of lightning bolts was like a sandcastle that had lost its Foundation, disintegrating and collapsing inch by inch in silence.

Finally, it turned back into pure lightning energy, dispersing and returning to Nirvana Valley.

The lightning kingdom that was enough to suppress a Mahayana Perfection also vanished into thin air.

Shen Yuanmo sheathed his sword; the entire process hadn't even caused a ripple in the hem of his clothes.

He looked up, his gaze calmly falling on the black dao tablet standing alone in the center of the platform.

"The first trial... interesting."