Chapter 443: Despairing Power of the Heaven Immortal Realm

The Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity’s voice reverberated throughout the Second Great Mortal World.

His expression remained indifferent as he stood above the heavens, his golden armor shimmering beneath the violet blue lightning, looking down upon the countless cultivators as if he were observing a group of insignificant insects.

There was not even the slightest trace of killing intent, yet for some reason, that indifference was far more terrifying than any murderous aura.

It was because he genuinely did not care. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

To him, the countless lives within the Second Great Mortal World were no different from grains of sand scattered across the ground.

Whether they lived or died made no difference, and neither did it matter whether they resisted or surrendered. The Cleansing would proceed regardless.

That was the decision of the supreme Dao lineages behind him, and who in this world could possibly change their decision?

Not even that person who emerged only once in an eternity could stop the Cleansing from descending upon the Lower Realm in his era.

The Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity slowly lowered his gaze.

*Boom!*

An incomparably terrifying aura suddenly descended from the heavens, as if heaven and earth had turned hostile.

It happened so suddenly that countless cultivators did not even have time to react.

The heavens trembled and the earth cracked, the surrounding space distorting violently as if an invisible hand had seized the entire Mortal World and was attempting to crush it into a tiny sphere.

The ancient formations that had been painstakingly established over the past fifty years immediately began collapsing.

*Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!*

One formation after another shattered into nothingness.

It did not matter if they were defensive formations protecting the major cities, spatial formations allowing cultivators to evacuate into secret realms and teleport across the Mortal World, ancient restrictions established by supreme major factions, or the countless barriers that had been strengthened through the combined efforts of generations of cultivators.

All of them were rendered useless in an instant.

The Lower Realm’s supreme experts reacted immediately.

"Protect the formations!"

"Quickly, reinforce the barriers!"

"Activate the remaining restrictions!"

Countless roars echoed across the battlefield.

Ancient Vagrant Immortals unleashed their Divine Powers, attempting to resist the pressure descending from the heavens.

However, their resistance appeared so laughable in front of that power that seemed to originate from the very heavens.

*Boom!*

The pressure swept across the land, shattering their Divine Powers and crumbling their Dharma Treasures.

Their Indestructible Immortal Bodies trembled violently, and even their Imperishable Essence Souls felt as though they were about to be crushed into nothingness.

And that was merely the aftermath of the Heaven Immortal’s aura.

He had not even attacked them directly but just released a portion of his presence, yet the consequences were already beyond catastrophic.

Across the Second Great Mortal World, countless mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, and ancient cities were reduced to ruins.

The protective formations covering entire regions shattered, leaving countless mortals and weaker cultivators exposed to the terrifying pressure.

Countless trillions of living beings died without even understanding what had happened, while others attempted to flee, only to discover that the spatial passages they had relied upon had already collapsed.

Their bodies disintegrated and their souls scattered, not even having the opportunity to enter the Six Paths of Reinarnarion.

In the face of such overwhelming power, death had almost become an ordinary occurrence.

The Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity, on the other hand, did not even move, merely standing above the heavens and watching, as if everything happening beneath him was completely unrelated to him.

*Boom!*

Three figures were violently hurled backward.

Tian Yun’s enormous purple Dharma Avatar shattered into countless fragments of spiritual light, while Zhu Dong’s body was forced through the void for millions of miles.

Su Yanlan’s blood colored sea also suffered a devastating blow. The boundless waves that had previously stretched across the heavens were instantly compressed, their crimson light dimming considerably.

The three finally stabilized themselves after a moment, their expressions having become incomparably solemn.

Even Su Yanlan, whose consciousness had begun merging with that of the Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy, could not remain indifferent.

The difference was simply too great.

An Earth Immortal could condense natural elements within their body, but a Heaven Immortal could create their own worldly laws.

More importantly, the Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity was not an ordinary Heaven Immortal. He was the current head disciple of the Thunder God Palace.

His foundation, cultivation techniques, Divine Powers, Connate Providences, and treasures were all far beyond what ordinary Heaven Immortals could compare with.

Moreover, he had descended from the Upper Realm. His existence was fundamentally different from those of the Lower Realm.

Tian Yun slowly raised his head.

His eyes remained calm, but the hand holding the Wooden Peach Divine Sword had tightened slightly.

Zhu Dong’s expression was equally grim.

Su Yanlan’e crimson eyes stared at the figure in golden armor.

For the first time since her awakening, she found herself unable to determine if her current strength would be enough to kill her opponent, and that uncertainty alone was enough to make her cautious.

However, the three were not the only ones suffering.

The destruction had spread across the entire battlefield.

The Lower Realm’s Vagrant Immortals were being killed one after another.

Many of those who had recently broken through to the realm were the first to perish.

They had barely adapted to their newfound power before the overwhelming pressure crushed their bodies and souls.

Even the ancient Vagrant Immortals who had survived countless calamities were unable to escape unscathed.

The Guardian Deity of Dragon King Temple let out a furious roar.

His enormous Flood Dragon body emerged from the void, its scales shining with a faint golden luster.

"YOU DARE!!!"

He attempted to resist the pressure with his formidable physical body.

However, the moment he appeared...

*Boom!*

His enormous body was slammed into the earth, causing the surrounding mountains beneath him to collapse continously as Immortal Divine Blood flowed from the cracks between his scales.

Before he could struggle free, countless sword lights descended from the heavens.

*Pfft!* *Pfft!* *Pfft!*

His body was pierced through repeatedly, each sword drawing away a large amount of Flood Dragon blood.

The Guardian Deity roared in agony, attempting to mobilize the last of his strength, but it was of no use.

The sword lights contained the power of an Upper Realm Late Stage Vagrant Immortal, and there were just too many of them.

His enormous body gradually stopped moving, the light within his eyes dimming.

Then, with a final, desperate roar, his Essence Soul was annihilated.

The Guardian Deity of Dragon King Temple had fallen.

The ancient Flood Dragon who had once protected countless generations of cultivators had perished beneath the heavens.

In another battlefield, the Supreme Bodhisattva’s golden buddhist light shattered.

She was currently fighting three Upper Realm Vagrant Immortals simultaneously.

Even before the Heaven Immortal descended, she had been struggling to maintain the balance.

Now, under the pressure sweeping across the world, her defenses collapsed entirely.

One of her opponents seized the opportunity as a spear pierced through her chest and another attack struck her head.

The golden buddhist light surrounding her body shattered into countless fragments as her Dharma Avatar slowly disintegrated alongside her dissipating Essence Soul.

The Supreme Bodhisattva closed her eyes.

I... have done my utmost... it is all up to you now...

For a brief moment, a faint smile appeared on her face before her aura completely vanished.

Another ancient powerhouse had fallen.

The same tragedy unfolded across the vast Second Great Mortal World.

The Silver Stream Sword Immortal was surrounded by countless Spear Intent phantoms.

He raised his seven silver swords, attempting to defend himself, the Sword Spirits crying out as starry Sword Intent illuminated the heavens, borrowing the power of the ancient stars.

But his opponent was an Upper Realm Vagrant Immortal who had already seized the opportunity created by the Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity’s arrival.

The two sides clashed continously.

*Clang!* *Clang!* *Clang!*

The seven silver swords shattered one after another under that fierce offensive.

The Silver Stream Sword Immortal’s expression changed as he attempted to retreat, but the Spear Intent phantoms had already sealed the surrounding void.

*Pfft!*

A Spear Qi pierced through his chest, followed by dozens more embedding themselves on his body.

His Indestructible Immortal body collapsed and his Imperishable Essence Soul was destroyed.

The Silver Stream Sword Immortal had fallen.

In just a few moments, the Lower Realm lost several of its most powerful ancient beings.

The Guardian Deity, the Supreme Bodhisattva, the Silver Stream Sword Immortal, and many other Vagrant Immortals.

Their deaths spread throughout the Lower Realm like a nightmare.

The cultivators who had previously fought with unwavering determination finally felt despair.

How could they resist?

How could they possibly resist such a force?

Even their strongest ancestors were dying like ordinary cultivators.

The difference between the two sides was simply too great, like a heavenly chasm that could not be crossed no matter what.

Now that such a strong entity had descended, did the Mortal World have any hope left for survival?