Chapter 0450: Lord King of the Realm

“Everyone, though I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry to go to King Mountain to see Lord King of the Realm, I still advise you to wait until a hundred years from now. Once, a Demon God tried to force his way up King Mountain during the time when the Death Thunder awoke; he could only reach halfway up before returning severely injured.” After arriving at King Mountain, Morin of the Death Temple urged Huang Long and the others again.
In the Death Spirit Realm, when a necromancer reaches the level of an unparalleled powerhouse, they are called Demon God warriors!
Huang Long and the others understood his good intentions and thanked him.
Seeing that Huang Long’s expression remained unchanged, Morin shook his head and led the people of the Death Temple back.
“This is King Mountain!” Huang Long stared at the massive mountain before him.
In realms like Hell and the Netherworld, there are usually groups of peaks forming vast mountain ranges stretching hundreds of thousands or even millions of miles. But the Death Spirit Realm was different—along the way, the peaks here were mostly solitary, rarely connected into ranges, and King Mountain was no exception.
It was a single mountain rising straight into the sky.
Yet, even compared to some of the mountain ranges in Hell and the Netherworld, King Mountain was enormous!
The mountain was circular in shape, narrowing as it rose to form a cone, with no visible peak, as the area three to four thousand zhang above it was completely covered by dense death energy.
However, during the day, the grayish-white Death Thunder surrounding King Mountain was hard to spot unless one paid close attention.
Although the Death Temple had brought Huang Long and the others close to King Mountain, they were still only nearby.
Though King Mountain seemed within reach, it took a whole day for Huang Long and his group to actually reach its base.
Night fell.
During the day, the Death Thunder under the gray sunlight was hard to detect, but at night, under the darkness, the grayish-white lightning became extremely visible.
Within thousands of miles around King Mountain, the grayish-white Death Thunder darted around like electric snakes, producing continuous buzzing sounds in the quiet night.
Terrifying forces of death and destruction spread to every corner within thousands of miles of King Mountain.
There wasn’t a single gap.
Huang Long had hoped that by shrinking in size, he could fly through the gaps in the Death Thunder to lead everyone through, but now that hope vanished.
And beneath King Mountain as well, there were these forces of death and destruction from the Death Thunder, so even earth-based teleportation techniques wouldn’t work.
“Long, how is it?” Huang Xiong asked.
He meant to ask if Huang Long had any way to enter King Mountain.

Huang Long looked at the members of the Huang family, all with expectant expressions. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded solemnly. He didn’t want to disappoint them. Seeing Huang Long nod, their faces lit up with joy. Bog and the others exchanged glances—did the young master really have a solution?! The same was true for Bradd; after all, even he wasn’t sure he could pass through these Death Thunder bolts to reach the King of Worlds Mountain. Just now, his divine sense had detected that the destructive power generated by these concentrated Death Thunder bolts was likely equivalent to that of a supreme god at the peak of the Death domain. Although Bradd was usually confident, he still couldn’t claim he could withstand an attack from such a supreme god. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Huang Long focused his mind, and suddenly, a purple light flashed in the air, revealing a bottle before their eyes. Once it appeared, the bottle instantly grew larger, its body shimmering with purple lightning, as a destructive lightning energy radiated out—this was Huang Long’s immortal artifact, the Thunder Gathering Bottle. Back then, Huang Long and Bradd had gathered the winds and thunder from the Sea of Winds and Thunder into this bottle. After years of refinement and integration, it had become much stronger than before. Yet even so, its destructive lightning energy was still far weaker compared to the deadly destructive power of the Death Thunder bolts surrounding the King of Worlds Mountain. This was akin to the difference between a mid-tier god and a supreme god. “Young master, are you planning to use the Thunder Gathering Bottle to forcibly absorb these Death Thunder bolts?!” Bradd exclaimed in shock as he saw Huang Long summon the bottle. He still remembered vividly how Huang Long had used the bottle to collect the Wind and Thunder Beads back then. Bradd knew how powerful this bottle was, but that was relative—after all, these Death Thunder bolts were nothing like the winds and thunder from the Sea of Winds and Thunder. Their destructive power was at least a hundred times greater! Huang Long nodded. Although he knew it would be extremely difficult to use the bottle to absorb these Death Thunder bolts, and there was even a chance it might be destroyed by them along the way, he had no choice but to try. Then, Huang Long brought the members of the Huang family and Bog and the others into the Group of Immortals Pavilion, before embarking on a forceful journey with Bradd. Though he intended to use the Thunder Gathering Bottle to absorb the Death Thunder bolts, entering the King of Worlds Mountain without Bradd’s help was impossible. Huang Long channeled the power of the immortal spirits within him, causing the Thunder Gathering Bottle to emit a dazzling purple light. It then flew above the King of Worlds Mountain. Once above, a strong sucking force emerged from the bottle’s opening, instantly drawing in the Death Thunder bolts below.

After absorbing the Death Thunder, the Thunder Gathering Vessel trembled violently, emitting a loud buzzing sound. Huang Long’s expression changed. At that moment, due to the vessel’s absorption, a gap appeared in the space below, and without hesitation, Huang Long and Bla flew in. Huang Long then kept urging the vessel to move deeper into the Realm King Mountain, while Bla protected him, breaking apart any Death Thunders that managed to penetrate. The two continued moving forward. Before long, they disappeared into the sea of Death Thunders. “It seems someone broke into the Realm King Mountain just now?!” Not long after they disappeared, a passing undead asked in surprise, looking in the direction they had gone. “Hah, are you seeing things? Even our master dares not venture further into these Death Thunders,” said another undead, whose master was a powerful demon god! The first one wondered if he really was seeing things. Shaking his head, the two flew away. The night in the Death Spirit Realm remained as mysterious as before, emitting a faint, eerie glow. As Huang Long and Bla continued deeper, an hour later, they had reached the halfway point up the mountain. However, as the vessel absorbed more Death Thunders, its cracking sounds grew more frequent, and it shook violently—a sign of impending destruction. Seeing this, Bla grew anxious. If the vessel was destroyed, it was easy to imagine that without it to absorb the Death Thunders, the two would face the devastating force of those thunders head-on. By then, not only would he be unable to protect Huang Long, but he himself would also be in danger. Huang Long also looked worried, staring at the vessel in the air. With a flash in his eyes, he spat out his life essence, enveloping the vessel. The previously unstable and noisy vessel, empowered by Huang Long’s life essence, suddenly emitted bright light again and gradually stabilized. When Huang Long stopped, his face turned pale. “Young master, how are you? Maybe we should retreat first and think of another plan!” Bla said anxiously upon seeing Huang Long’s pale face. Huang Long shook his head, his expression resolute, and continued to push the vessel deeper into the Realm King Mountain. Seeing this, Bla could only protect Huang Long closely.

After repeating this process several times, Huang Long spared no effort to use his vital immortal essence to protect the Thunder Gathering Vessel. Finally, the two of them managed to escape from the Sea of Deathly Thunder. The moment they stepped out of it, Huang Long felt extremely weak and quickly swallowed another pill before sitting down to recover his energy.

Bradd’s condition was much better than Huang Long’s, but both of them were disheveled and in a sorry state.

While Huang Long sat down to recover, Bradd did not dare relax and stood by to protect him.

After a while, Huang Long gradually regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and exhaled a puff of foul air.

“Young master, are you alright?” Bradd asked with relief upon seeing Huang Long wake up.

Huang Long shook his head and smiled. “I’m fine.”

Although he was fine, recovering the vital immortal essence he had expended would not happen in a short time.

Yet, Huang Long had no regrets. Looking at the palace complex ahead, he felt delighted—they had finally overcome the Deathly Thunder and arrived at the Palace of the King of Realms on Mount King of Realms.

Then, Huang Long released the members of the Huang family and Bog and the others.

“Long!” Zhao Rong rushed out, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Huang Long.

Inside the Group of Immortals Pavilion, they had clearly seen how Huang Long and Bradd had forced their way into Mount King of Realms. Only now did they realize that the method Huang Long had mentioned required the two of them to risk their lives.

Huang Long looked at Zhao Rong, Huang Wei, and the others and said with a smile, “We’ve finally arrived at the Palace of the King of Realms. We should be happy.”

Zhao Rong and the others nodded through their tears.

“Let’s go. We’ll head over,” Huang Long said without hesitation, leading everyone toward the palace complex.

Soon, Huang Long and the others arrived at the palace complex where the Palace of the King of Realms was located.

“Stop! Who are you? How dare you invade Mount King of Realms?!” Just as they reached the palace complex, a group of Soul Messengers appeared ahead and shouted. But then, the leader at the front changed his expression. “That’s not right. It’s the centennial period of the Deathly Thunder. How did you get in?!” His previously condescending gaze toward Huang Long and the others shifted.

The same was true for the other Soul Messengers.

As the hundreds of Soul Messengers were stunned, Bog stepped forward and said, “Sir, we’ve come to Mount King of Realms this time because we have matters to discuss with your King of Realms!”

“You want to see our King of Realms?!” The leader stared at Huang Long and the others in shock, still bewildered by how they had overcome the Deathly Thunder.

“Yes,” Bog replied with a smile.

“Please follow me,” the leader said, suppressing his shock and speaking in a respectful tone.