Golden light soared to the heavens—the Nascent Soul was formed! Black miasma eclipsed the sun—the Demon Fetus was forged!

Simultaneously, these two extraordinary phenomena permeated the sky of this Mysterious Realm. Had this occurred in the Prime Mysterious Realm, someone would have immediately descended to slay the demon, but here, the only witnesses to this spectacle were Sun Su, Luo Lianxin, and Huo Zhongguang.

Sun Su had long since attained the fruit of longevity, and his origins were hardly orthodox; thus, he held no strict division between Dao and Demon in his heart. Seeing Feng Zikang cultivating both paths, he couldn't help but offer a word of praise.

Huo Zhongguang had long been subdued by Feng Zikang, and moreover, what he himself cultivated was the Demonic Way, leaving him with nothing but envy. Luo Lianxin felt a slight tremor of shock, but having spent considerable time with Feng Zikang, she had long known he possessed unique qualities.

Though she hadn't anticipated he would also be a titan of the Demonic Path, she maintained a calm silence. “Hahaha, Young Brother, congratulations!” Sun Su laughed heartily, watching Feng Zikang shoot out from the mountains with a sharp whistle.

He nodded in admiration; his eyes were penetrating, and he clearly perceived that the demonic body Feng Zikang cultivated was extraordinary. His current combat strength was now sufficient to challenge even him!

Feng Zikang flew closer and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect. “Many thanks, Elder Brother Sun.

Junior Sister Luo, thank you for guarding my meditation!” Now brimming with complete energy, his Nascent Soul perfected, and his demonic body fully tempered, his aura was naturally vastly different, radiating immense majesty. Huo Zhongguang stood to the side, scarcely daring to draw a full breath.

Sun Su laughed loudly. “We are brothers; why be so formal?

I have been waiting for this very day!” He pulled out his stone staff and laughed toward the sky. Luo Lianxin started slightly.

“Elder Brother Sun, your power is unmatched. Although Senior Brother Feng’s Nascent Soul is complete, he is surely no match for you…” “Hahahaha!” Sun Su chuckled.

“You little girl is quite protective of your Senior Brother—rest assured, Old Sun’s staff does not strike its own kin; I merely mean that we have languished in the depths for too long, wasting precious time. I’ve long desired to blast open the path through the Mysterious Realm, reaching straight to the Yellow Springs, to delve deep into the Underworld and see exactly what lies there.

But I cannot guard all three of you alone. Now that Young Brother Feng has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, he can protect you, and I can accompany this Wild Boar Spirit; going down together should be no trouble!” Luo Lianxin was utterly staggered.

Sun Su’s boasting was immense—to shatter the path of the Mysterious Realm with a single blow and reach the lowest level of Hell? What level of cultivation was this?

Feng Zikang, however, merely nodded, his expression composed. “As Elder Brother Sun wills it!” “Good!” Sun Su roared, his arms bulging outward, and the stone staff followed suit, lengthening.

Originally only about twelve feet long, with a mere swing in the wind, it now stretched to ten zhang, and continued to expand. From a distance, it resembled an immense pillar reaching the heavens.

This was not the Ruyi Jingu Bang, yet it possessed the ability to enlarge and shrink at will, known as the Profound Heaven Primordial Staff, wielding infinite power. Standing nearby, Feng Zikang watched the staff swing, tearing open the Mysterious Realm and drawing forth waves of purple heavenly lightning, and he could not help but marvel.

Such power to rend the reality of the Mysterious Realm required not only a supreme treasure like the Profound Heaven Primordial Staff but also profound cultivation to control it. He wondered how many days it would take before he reached such a state.

“Hah!” Sun Su’s figure swelled, gripping the staff, resembling a colossal, heaven-supporting deity. With a light sweep of the staff, heaven and earth fractured; this portion of the Mysterious Realm was clearly on the verge of utter destruction.

“Boom!” The staff swept down, and the previously dim, yellowish sky seemed to be violently ripped apart, revealing a searing purple rift within, blindingly radiant and incomparably splendid. Sun Su retracted his Dharma Body and roared with laughter.

“Young Brother, let’s go!” He seized Huo Zhongguang, enveloped them both in a sphere of golden light, and plunged thunderously into the purple rift. Feng Zikang also let out a short laugh.

“Elder Brother Sun, wait for me!” He drew his sword and flew to Luo Lianxin’s side, nodding. “Junior Sister, forgive my presumption!” Luo Lianxin nodded gravely.

“Junior Sister thanks Senior Brother for his protection!” Feng Zikang smiled faintly, reached out, and pulled Luo Lianxin close by the waist. With a flash of his sword light, he too dove into the rift.

Instantly, heavenly thunder crackled, fierce winds swept through, and the purple fissure vanished without a trace in a blink, the heavens and earth returning to peace. ※※※ Within the spatial rift, the gale winds and lightning were terrifyingly ferocious.

Feng Zikang summoned his Demonic Body Illusion, shielding himself and Luo Lianxin. Before them, the five colors were utterly bewildering, making it impossible to discern direction.

At that moment, a streak of golden light pierced through the void and stopped before the pair, flickering intermittently as if guiding them. “Young Brother, follow the path shown by my golden light!” Sun Su’s voice drifted from an unknown location.

Feng Zikang nodded, took a deep breath, and cautiously followed the golden light forward, paying no heed to the strange sights outside. Luo Lianxin, however, found the spectacle marvelous and was filled with admiration.

This passage was the route connecting the Mysterious Realms, but it was unstable, forcibly opened by Sun Su’s immense divine power; it likely wouldn't hold for long. It was precisely this instability of the realm that created wonders unseen in normal times, resembling the chaotic world before the formation of the elemental planes of earth, water, fire, and wind.

Feng Zikang had spent time beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens as an unformed Celestial Demon. Although he had never visited the primordial chaos, he had seen it from afar.

That savage, primal vortex had filled him with dread. After that baptism of chaos, the myriad changes within this passage to the Mysterious Realm seemed nothing more than that.

Although the power was violent, under the dual protection of his Demonic Body and the golden light of his Nascent Soul, the two remained safe. They followed Sun Su’s guiding golden light for an unknown duration until the light dimmed and vanished, revealing a dark, cavernous opening before them.

“We’re here!” Sun Su shouted. Feng Zikang saw the scene shift before his eyes; two figures had already shot through the black hole ahead—presumably Sun Su and Huo Zhongguang.

He inhaled sharply, held Luo Lianxin tight, pushed off with his feet, and likewise shot swiftly through the cave exit! The scenery changed drastically!

A chilling, mournful aura washed over him. Looking up, there was no sun, only a vast, hazy gray fog.

Within the mist, there was a bone-piercing cold. Before them flowed a river, slow and silent, without a single ripple.

The air was thick with the sounds of ghostly wails and howling specters. That was the Yellow Springs!

Above the Yellow Springs spanned a small bridge, wide enough for only one person, where countless ghosts formed an unending queue, slowly crossing to the far bank beneath a magnificent archway. On the archway, Feng Zikang saw clearly the three characters inscribed: "Ghost Gate Pass"!

“We have arrived!” Sun Su, holding Huo Zhongguang, stood right beside him. Luo Lianxin’s fair face flushed slightly as she gently stepped away from Feng Zikang and regained her stance, looking around.

They had finally reached the deepest part of the Underworld. Equally, this was the lowest level of the Trial Tower.

All secrets should be unraveled here. Those long-unseen Nascent Soul masters, including Feng Zikang’s master, Ye Tiansheng, should all be in this place!

“Let’s go!” Sun Su brandished his staff, leading the three across the Bridge of Helplessness! “Who dares trespass here!” As they soared overhead, skimming past the masses of ghosts, they heard someone shout aloud, their voice shrill and sharp.