Supreme Cultivation Master

The Impermanence Ghost immediately issued a threat.

"Impermanence Ghost," the Fierce Ghost Leader replied, "we all work together. Do you really have to make things difficult for me?"

"This isn’t about making things difficult. It’s a warning!" the Impermanence Ghost said coldly.

Suddenly, the Fierce Ghost Leader struck. He unleashed a wave of ghostly energy, and the unprepared Impermanence Ghost was hit head-on, sent flying backward to crash onto the deck of the Void Battleship.

The surrounding high-ranking officials watched the scene unfold without saying a word, standing quietly to the side. The Impermanence Ghost struggled to his feet and shouted, "You dare to injure me? Aren’t you afraid of the Gun God?"

"The Gun God is the younger brother of the Ancestor of Netherworld. Of course, I’m afraid! But this is my territory. Threatening me with the Gun God shows me no respect!"

"I’m definitely telling the Gun God about this!"

With a sudden movement, the Fierce Ghost Leader flashed forward. A streak of black energy shot out, and he instantly stomped on the Impermanence Ghost’s head, causing the onlookers to gasp in shock.

The Fierce Ghost Leader then addressed them. "Brothers, you have all been my warriors for many years. I hope none of you saw what just happened. From now on, this continent is yours. You can enjoy yourselves and slaughter to your hearts’ content!"

Instantly, the Divine Monarchs and Main God Level experts rejoiced. They were prepared. Once the Void Battleship landed, they would slaughter this world with savage brutality.

The core belief of the Netherworld Ghost Clan was slaughter—endless slaughter. This was similar to the Evil Clan, who were known for the same behavior in their time.

Suddenly, a Divine Monarch rushed up from below and reported respectfully to the Fierce Ghost Leader, "Commander, there is a man meditating below, blocking our path! He hasn’t made a move, yet he has already killed two of our Main Gods!"

The Fierce Ghost Leader was furious. "Excellent! We’ve just arrived in this world, and some fool is already eager to die. Attack! Crush him! Let him know the might of our Netherworld Ghost Clan!"

"Yes, sir!"

A group of high-ranking officials led an army of tens of thousands, pressing down with overwhelming might. They formed a vast, terrifying black mass as the Fierce Ghost Leader charged forward to attack.

However, Ye Fan blocked their path.

The leader shouted at him, "I was wondering who it could be. It turns out to be just a dwarf! Do you really think you alone can stop our army of tens of thousands?"

"I can," Ye Fan replied calmly.

"Is that so? Watch how I crush you!"

He immediately attacked. Above them, the army of the Netherworld Ghost Clan roared with laughter. This world was truly in decline. Only one person dared to stand against them—a clear case of overestimating his own strength.

However, just then, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking the middle of the army. In that single strike, hundreds of Ghost Clan soldiers were instantly killed.

"Hmm?" The Fierce Ghost Leader had a bad feeling.

Even as he registered his surprise, several more bolts of lightning descended. Wherever they struck, Martial Artists were hit and blown to pieces.

Ye Fan’s Heavenly Tribulation was no ordinary event; it was far more powerful than anyone else’s.

"You think you can undergo your tribulation now? I’ll kill you first!" the Fierce Ghost Leader roared, lunging at Ye Fan.

But at that moment, a massive bolt of lightning, as thick as a pillar, slammed down between him and Ye Fan. The leader’s weapon instantly shattered. Even he was grazed by the lightning and sent flying backward.

Is this the tribulation to cross into the Ancestor Realm?

The Fierce Ghost Leader was genuinely frightened by the lightning. When he assessed Ye Fan’s cultivation, he found it was far from his own level, yet this tribulation was terrifyingly potent. This kind of lightning was simply too powerful.

At that moment, countless bolts of lightning rained down. The army of tens of thousands became targets, struck by the bolts just as Ye Fan was. Wails of agony rose from the tens of thousands of soldiers.

Seeing the situation turn against them, the Fierce Ghost Leader bellowed, "All Martial Artists at the Main God Level and above, gather your strength and annihilate this kid!"

Dozens of Martial Artists at the Main God Level and higher charged down, joining the Fierce Ghost Leader in his assault on Ye Fan.

However, a Heavenly Blade descended from the sky. In an instant, five Main God Warriors were sliced in two. Only the few Divine Monarch experts managed to evade it, as their power and speed surpassed that of the Main Gods, allowing them to dodge the calamity.

Is this a tribulation or a suicide mission? The Fierce Ghost Leader was truly terrified. He had never expected these natives to have such an abnormally powerful expert among them.

The Heavenly Blades continued to fall. Another Divine Monarch was cleaved in two, his very soul dissipating.

The Fierce Ghost Leader was infuriated beyond measure; he wanted nothing more than to hack Ye Fan into a thousand pieces. When he looked up, he saw that his Void Battleship was shattered. As for his warriors, only a few thousand had survived. He had charged in with a mighty army of seventy thousand, only to see it reduced to bones in the blink of an eye.

He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer continue his assault. For that reason, he shouted, "All forces, retreat!"

"Want to retreat? You’ll have to get past the Heavenly Tribulation first!" Ye Fan said with disdain.

At his command, countless tribulation bolts filled the entire sky, sealing the breach they had created. The strikes Ye Fan now endured were many times heavier than before.

The region was undoubtedly complex. Without the Galaxy Map, finding a path would be difficult. This was precisely why they had torn a hole in the sky rather than invading from the Void Chaos in the first place.

"Boy, just you wait! Your nightmare has only just begun!" the Fierce Ghost Leader snarled, leaping into the Void Chaos. Ye Fan did not pursue him, as he was busy with his tribulation.

When reinforcements arrived, they were gripped by fear, worried that Ye Fan couldn’t possibly withstand an army of tens of thousands alone. After slaughtering the Netherworld Ghost Clan members scattered across the mortal world, they had rushed over to help.

Seeing the hellish scene before them, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. Using a Heavenly Tribulation to kill people... this was the first time they had ever heard of such a thing, let alone seen it. Witnessing the aftermath, they were truly afraid. One man’s tribulation had claimed tens of thousands of lives.

The three great Evil Clan Divine Beasts conceded defeat. They believed Ye Fan was the true butcher of Hell; in his presence, they would never dare claim such a title for themselves.

When the tribulation finally subsided, Ye Fan nearly fainted. The horror of what he had just endured was beyond imagination. Fortunately, he had tens of thousands of troops sharing the burden. If he had been forced to bear it alone, he truly would not have survived.

Looking at the dense field of corpses, Ye Fan could hardly believe his own Heavenly Tribulation possessed such immense power.

It seems I can be just as destructive the next time I undergo a tribulation, he plotted inwardly. This feeling is just too satisfying! Although I didn’t kill them myself, the tribulation was triggered by my breakthrough. Killing enemies while advancing my cultivation... what a bountiful harvest!

At that moment, Ye Fan assessed his own cultivation. Subcestor. This mystical realm was the ninety-ninth minor tribulation, the peak of the ten major cultivation realms. Once he could achieve the final unification, he would become a true Ancestor and enter the genuine Ancestor Realm, becoming a superpower in the Da Gan World.

The path to the Ancestor Realm was harder than ascending to the heavens. In the entire Da Gan World, there were countless Subcestor Martial Artists, but those who reached the Ancestor Realm were few and far between. Although the Great Emperor level seemed within reach, the breakthrough was a one-in-a-million chance. Both Evil You Ancestor and the Gun God had been Subcestors for many years, but neither had truly become a Great Emperor. To attain that title, one needed talent that appeared only once in an eternity to have even a glimmer of hope.

Still, Ye Fan was delighted to have successfully broken through to the Subancestor Realm. Becoming a Subcestor meant he could now traverse the Da Gan World freely.

He descended to the ground. In his eyes, the tens of thousands of lives he had just taken were like weeds. After all, they were from the Netherworld Ghost Clan and deserved no sympathy.

Ye Fan turned to the three great Evil Clan Divine Beasts and said, "I have cleared the obstacle for you. Whether or not you can mend the sky now depends on you."

"My lord, rest assured, we are prepared! Give us forty-nine days, and we will repair this breach. They will lose their bearings and be forced to approach from the Chaotic Void!"

"The Chaotic Void is filled with unknown dangers and labyrinthine paths. Breaking through from that direction will be no easy task for them!" the three great Evil Clan Divine Beasts explained.