Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 377: Heavenly Fortune

"That stars will fall. Absurd exaggeration," Sun Wu remarked, shaking his head.

"Perhaps you have a better words," Mo Ji retorted with a cold snort. He loathed the monkey’s presence, but they were, unfortunately, neighbors now.

Suddenly, both directed their attention towards the Umbrella Expanse Continent. A towering pillar of pure qi, visible from their distant vantage point, erupted into the sky, piercing the heavens and shattering the serenity of the world. Clouds gathered, swirling ominously around the radiant column, illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Suddenly the heavens convulsed. Above the Umbrella Expanse Continent, the sky fractured like glass struck by an immortal hammer. Clouds swirled not in shades of stormy gray but in hues of molten gold and void-black, coalescing into a vortex that spanned continents. The air itself thickened, heavy with primordial Qi—a pressure so immense that mountains groaned, their peaks crumbling to dust. Birds mid-flight crystallized into ice, then shattered. Rivers reversed course, fleeing the gathering wrath.

A bolt lanced down—not lightning, but a coiled serpent of iridescent plasma, its maw wide enough to swallow kingdoms. Where it struck, reality screamed. The earth evaporated. Spatial rifts spiderwebbed outward, devouring forests and lakes, pulling them into a vacuum of nothingness. Even the distant Yang Region’s twilight dimmed, as if the tribulation’s hunger could drain light itself.

The sky split anew, It seems like the person undergoing the tribulation has crossed the lightning punishment.

This time it’s raining not fire or ice, but sound. A dissonant choir—a million heavenly voices wailing in harmony—ripped across the void. Cultivators below the Nascent Soul realm burst like overripe fruit, their cores extinguished before they could scream.

Those who survived clutched their ears, blood streaming as the melody bored into their souls.

That’s the Void Return Tribulation, it’s nothing but a catastrophe to everything on it’s path.

Finally after a few minutes, the heavenly sounds stopped, The second tribulation was passed.

A regular Void Return Tribulation would consist of four different tribulations, they are called the four gates of mortal shading.

The third tribulation finally begin, From the vortex’s eye descended a beam of pure white—a gaze from the heavens, unblinking and merciless.

It carried the weight of dead realms, pressing the continent into a concave bowl. Mountains flattened. At the beam’s epicenter stood a lone figure, silhouetted against the glare— His meridians glowed like overburdened circuits, skin peeling to ash as he channeled all his power to meet the tribulation’s judgment.

Sun Wu’s usual bravado cracked. "That’s… impossible," he muttered, his golden eyes reflecting the scene. "Even I didn’t face this madness during my tribulation."

Mo Ji’s lips curled, not in fear, but amusement. "The Heavenly Will Palace stirs, and the heavens respond in kind. This person isn’t just ascending—he’s being tested." His fingers twitched, calculating. "Should he survive, your Spirit Palace gains a weapon. Should he fall…"

The third tribulation’s beam faded, leaving the continent a smoldering crater. The lone figure stood amidst the ruin, flesh charred to bone, yet still defiant. His aura flickered—a dying star clinging to light. Blood and ash crusted his lips as he laughed. "Is this all?"

Above, the vortex shuddered. The golden-black clouds stilled. Then, silence.

Mo Ji’s amusement vanished. "The fourth gate is about to open."

The sky fractured again, but this time, it didn’t crack with light or sound. Instead, it peeled back, revealing a maw of absolute negation. No color, no qi, no law—only a hunger that predated the void. From it drifted a single feather, pristine and white.

The eyes of the person undertaking the tribulation widened. His remaining arm reached instinctively, then froze. The feather dissolved into motes of light, settling on his brow.

"To ascend, you must never have existed."

The words weren’t spoken; they were etched into the fabric of void. The lone figure screamed—not in pain, but in existential terror—as the motes burrowed into his soul.

His memories unraveled first: the scent of his first love, the grip of his sword, the taste of vengeance—all dissolving like smoke. His cultivation base fractured, meridians unraveling into nothingness. Even his name slipped away.

Sun Wu’s face burned with rage. "The Heavens aren’t testing him—they’re erasing him! This isn’t a tribulation; it’s an execution!"

The lone figure collapsed, his body crumbling to dust that refused to settle, suspended in the air as if time itself rejected his presence.

Then, stillness.

The part of Umbrella Expanse Continent that the lone figure was located at lay broken, its mountains flattened, rivers boiled dry. Where the lone figure once stood, only a hollow remained—a scar in reality, untouched by light or shadow, and it will be like that for tens of thousands of years to come.

Mo Ji flicked his sleeve, shifting his gaze away "Your Palace’s member is less than a memory now. Even ghosts will forget him."

Sun Wu’s claws dug into his palms. "This wasn’t natural. The Heavenly Will is forming… It needs heavenly fortune ....It must have altered the tribulation. That fourth gate—it’s forbidden!"

"Of course," Mo Ji responded indifferently. "In the past epoch During the time of Heavenly Will formation, none dare to undergo tribulation."

Sun Wu’s golden eyes blazed with an intense light as he vanished, reappearing in a flash of spatial distortion at the exact location where the lonefigure bravely endured the onslaught of the heavenly tribulation. His gaze swept across the surroundings, taking in every minute detail of the environment.

"You chase phantoms, monkey," Mo Ji’s voice emerged from the shadows, materializing like frost on glass. "You probably can’t even remember his name."

Ignoring him, Sun Wu thrust a clawed hand into the scar. Spatial shards bit deep, blood sizzling from his hand as it met the unnatural silence.

"...Wu...ken..."

The name dissolved before it fully formed, but Sun Wu bared his teeth in triumph.

"The members of my Heavenly Spirit Palace aren’t easy to deal with."

Mo Ji stiffened, his smirk faltering as the scar twitched. Above them, the vortex’s ghost flickered, its edges bleeding crimson. Distant thunder rumbled—not from skies, but from the depths of void beyond the domain wall.

"Fool," Mo Ji expression changed" You are courting death."

Sensing the impeding danger, Sun Wu immediately pulled his hand back from the scar. The wound on his hand instantly closed leaving no trace behind,this is the benefit of having a powerful physique, If it was any other void return realm expert they would have suffered greatly, a would like this would have taken at least two thousand years to fully heal.

He looked at Mo Ji coldly," You are in no

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position to tell me what to do."

Sun Wu took a step back, then vanished with a flicker.

Mo Ji observed the gradually closing scar, murmuring to himself, "A Void Return Tribulation... This should accelerate the formation of the Heavenly Will and the Opening of the Palace."