Chapter 0282: Canceling the Nether King Trial?

Generally, most divine-level powerhouses who enter the Ancient Forest go through the Nether King Trial.
Huang Long didn’t speak but instead stared at the black-haired youth. Among the fifteen Ancient Primitive People, one was an Upper Divine, six were Middle Divines, yet this black-haired youth only possessed the strength of a peak Middle Divine. How could the fifteen Ancient Primitive People fail to catch up to him even after ten days?
This black-haired youth was no ordinary person!
Through the Heaven-Seeing Eye, Huang Long detected a mysterious and powerful force within him—a force far beyond what a peak Middle Divine could possess.
“I’m Li Yifeng. May I know your name, brother?” Seeing that Huang Long remained silent, the black-haired youth continued smiling, his black eyes casually glancing at Huang Long’s forehead, seemingly noticing something unusual there.
Huang Long pondered for a moment before answering, “Huang Long.”
“Huang Long,” repeated Li Yifeng.
“Young man, hand over our clan’s sacred artifact quickly!” The leader of the Ancient Primitive People, an Upper Divine, roared angrily, his copper-colored eyes blazing as he saw the two of them chatting idly.
“A sacred artifact?” Li Yifeng turned around, producing a pale purple bead in his hand. Inside the bead, mist swirled and colors shimmered.
In his hand, the purple bead emitted a buzzing sound, as if trying to break free.
“The Purple Wind Flame Pearl,” Huang Long exclaimed in surprise.
This Purple Wind Flame Pearl was, like the Nanyang Fire Spirit Pearl he had encountered on the Last Law Planet, a celestial spirit artifact formed over millions of years. Yet, compared to the Nanyang Fire Spirit Pearl, this one was even more powerful.
Li Yifeng looked at Huang Long in astonishment and said with a smile, “I didn’t expect Brother Huang Long to also recognize the Purple Wind Flame Pearl.”
Suddenly, the leader of the Ancient Primitive People could no longer hold back. With a deep roar, he rushed forward, wielding a top-tier divine weapon—a staff—to attack Li Yifeng.
The other Ancient Primitive People also attacked Huang Long and the black-haired youth.
Seeing the eight Ancient Primitive People attacking from all sides, Huang Long’s palm flashed, and eight pebbles appeared. With a wave of his hand, eight versions of himself appeared out of thin air, to the astonishment of the black-haired youth and the Ancient Primitive People.
“Are those… the eight divine avatars?!” Li Yifeng was shocked.
Although he had already realized Huang Long’s extraordinary nature, seeing eight versions of him still left him in disbelief.
Cultivating divine avatars was just as difficult as fully comprehending a law’s essence to generate primal power!

Just like in the mortal realm, in the divine world, there is also a talent test at the age of six. If it is determined that a person has the aptitude to practice multiple types of magic, they will be able to create multiple divine avatars in the future. For example, if Huang Long passes the talent test as a master of all magic, then once he reaches the divine level, he can create seven divine avatars.

Such a genius with seven divine avatars is extremely rare—even in the Netherworld, there might be only one in trillions. Imagine if an upper divine being had seven such avatars, including the original body, that would make eight upper divine entities. How could opponents of the same rank resist such a combined attack?

Currently, among the eight perfect upper divine beings in the Netherworld, the most fortunate one only has six divine avatars!

No wonder the dark-haired youth Li Yifeng was shocked.

In fact, this was just the immortal technique of “creating countless soldiers from a single seed”!

Back in the day, Sun Wukong, one of the Four Great Monkeys, used this divine power by blowing out his monkey hairs to summon thousands of monkey soldiers to fight against the heavenly troops.

However, at present, Huang Long only possesses the cultivation level of an immortal, so he can at most create eight physical forms.

After the eight Huang Longs appeared, each turned into a stream of light that passed through the bodies of the ancient primordial beings. Then, the eight ancient primordial beings exploded apart, and eight divine essences floated in the air.

Like humans, ancient primordial beings can gather divine essences through cultivation.

After killing the eight ancient primordial beings, the eight Huang Longs disappeared simultaneously.

The leader of the ancient primordial beings, an upper divine, and the other six middle divine beings were utterly shocked.

After dodging the attacks of the seven, the dark-haired youth Li Yifeng retreated to Huang Long’s side, looking at him in astonishment. He smiled and said, “Brother, um… do you have eight divine avatars?” He was shocked but also puzzled, as the energy fluctuations of those eight divine avatars seemed identical to those of Huang Long’s original body. After all, in the Netherworld, the energy of a divine being’s avatars should not be the same as that of their original body. If the original body practices wind magic, then the avatars should practice water magic—wind energy and water energy are clearly different.

Huang Long remained silent, not saying a word.

But Li Yifeng took this as Huang Long’s acknowledgment that he indeed had eight divine avatars.

“Let’s go!” The leader of the ancient primordial beings, still looking uncertain, waved his hand once more before flying away with the others.

Although Li Yifeng appeared to have only the strength of a peak middle divine being, even he and his many subordinates couldn’t withstand them. Now, with the addition of a young man who seemed to be only a middle divine being but possessed eight divine avatars, it was even less possible for them to take back the Purple Wind Flame Pearl from Li Yifeng.

However, as long as this dark-haired youth, Li Yifeng, did not escape from this primordial forest, they would be confident in retrieving the sacred artifact.
“Haha, I didn’t expect these barbarians to leave!” Li Yifeng, the dark-haired youth, laughed in surprise as the primordial primitives who had pursued him for a month withdrew. Then he turned around and said with a smile, “It was also thanks to Brother Huang Long.”
Huang Long shook his head and pointed at the Purple Wind Flame Pearl in Li Yifeng’s hand. “Since this pearl belongs to the primordial primitives, they will surely come back to reclaim it.”
Li Yifeng replied nonchalantly, “I doubt they’ll come.”
Huang Long smiled, said a few polite words, and then flew away.
Li Yifeng stood there, watching Huang Long’s retreating figure, and murmured to himself, “It seems our Netherworld will soon produce another peerless powerhouse!”
Ninth level of the Nether King—peerless powerhouse!
A while later, Li Yifeng vanished in a flash.
“That Li Yifeng… the energy within him seems familiar.” Even after Huang Long left, he kept thinking about that energy in Li Yifeng’s body.
“Chaos energy?!” Suddenly, Huang Long stopped in his tracks, finally realizing why that energy seemed familiar.
In the Pangu World, at the beginning of time, there were three thousand innate demon gods, each born from chaos and possessing some amount of chaos energy within them.
Some innate spiritual treasures also had such energy; top-tier treasures like the Chaos Bell contained an even higher level of Hongmeng Xuanyang energy.
“This Li Yifeng is no ordinary person,” Huang Long thought to himself.
After entering the Netherworld to investigate, Huang Long learned that above the seven major godly realms and the six pairs of supreme godly realms, there existed the Chaos God Realm—the realm where all the supreme gods lived!
Since Li Yifeng possessed chaos energy, it meant he must have some connection to the Chaos God Realm.
……
Time passed, and half a year went by.
Huang Long ventured deep into the primordial forest, traveling over ten million miles.
Inside the Five Pits Divine Cauldron, countless primordial beasts had accumulated over time, forming a mountain nearly a thousand feet tall.
In half a year, the Netherworld Divine Tree had grown to a height of a thousand feet, standing tall within the Immortal Palace of the Immortals’ Pavilion. Aside from its taller, thicker trunk and greater size, as well as its flowers emitting increasingly concentrated divine power, nothing else had changed.
Huang Long’s strength had increased significantly since half a year ago, gradually approaching the peak of the early Heavenly Immortal stage.
……
A year had passed!
One day, Huang Long arrived in front of a black mine. Above the mine, there were countless beasts the size of several meters, shaped like black butterflies.

Heavenly Water Black Butterflies, third-level mutated primordial beasts of lower gods! There must be no less than a thousand of these black butterflies in the sky! When the Yellow Dragon arrived, the black butterflies buzzed loudly, filling the sky with darkness as if entering a world of shadows. Then, they flapped their wings and rushed at the Yellow Dragon. The Heavenly Water Black Butterflies had bodies of darkness, and the technique they used was precisely “Diffusion” from the laws of darkness. Seeing the swarm of black butterflies charging at them, the Yellow Dragon swiftly rose to his feet. Instead of drawing the Green Rainbow Sword, he concentrated sword light in his hands—several flashes of light in the blink of an eye, with countless attacks unleashed. When the Yellow Dragon stopped mid-air, the black butterflies fell down with a thud. Now, he could easily kill a group of third-level mutated primordial beasts of lower gods without even using treasures like the Green Rainbow Sword. A year ago, facing such a group of Heavenly Water Black Butterflies, whose strength was equivalent to that of middle gods, it would have been very difficult for the Yellow Dragon to kill them even with the Green Rainbow Sword. After eliminating these Heavenly Water Black Butterflies and having the Netherworld Divine Tree absorb and dissolve their primordial beast crystals, the Yellow Dragon looked ahead: “A year has passed. If I calculate, it’s about time to go back now.” With that, he vanished in a flash. After returning through the same path through battle, another half year passed, and the Yellow Dragon returned to the original location. Bog and the others had already been waiting there. After a year and a half, Bog and the others had changed completely since entering the Ancient Forest—their killing intent was subdued, yet their magical power was astonishing. The Yellow Dragon believed that even if they faced ordinary lower gods now, those gods would be killed in one strike if they weren’t on guard. Seeing the confident expressions on Bog and the others’ faces, the Yellow Dragon knew they had all achieved their one-million-goal target. “Let’s go back to Silver Emperor City!” the Yellow Dragon said with a smile, leading everyone away from the Ancient Forest toward Silver Emperor City. Two months later, the Yellow Dragon and the others reappeared in Silver Emperor City. After entering the city, they headed straight to the Palace of the King of the Underworld. Upon arriving, they went straight to the registration counter. The Yellow Dragon found that it was still the purple-haired woman from over a year ago standing there. “It’s you!” The purple-haired woman was surprised to see the Yellow Dragon along with Bog and the others from the Divine Realm. She remembered clearly—over a year ago, the Yellow Dragon had brought Bog and the others to register for the King of the Underworld trial. After all, it was extremely rare for someone from a Divine Realm to register for such a trial! Maybe once in a million years, perhaps just a joke from fate. At that moment, there were also many god-level powerhouses in the Palace of the King of the Underworld, who stared at the Yellow Dragon and the others in confusion. “Are you here to cancel your registration for the King of the Underworld trial?” the purple-haired woman asked, looking at them with schadenfreude.

To participate in the First-Level Abyssal Trial, if you feel unable to complete it or experience fear halfway through, you can withdraw.