Chapter 1300 - 657: Eighth Level
Thirty breaths passed.
The image of the Ghost Mother was very strange, as if her head and neck had been chopped off. At that moment, a black smoke emerged again from the neck area, more solid in form, and even darker than before.
It slowly returned to Yuan Hou’s body the same way it came, and the man’s eyes opened immediately, showing a slight look of satisfaction, and he appeared more lively than before.
At this moment, a cracking sound suddenly came from the Ghost Mother’s body, as if stones and soil inside it were splitting apart. Sure enough, after a short while, the entire fleshy mountain suddenly collapsed like a landslide. If Yuan Hou hadn’t retreated several steps in time, he would have been engulfed by the large amount of dust that rose.
Once the dust settled, it could be seen that the body of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother was actually a mud golem made from ochre soil, bone ash, and human bones. Only Yuan Hou knew that to endure the Ghost Mother’s advancement, this body must use the soil said to be from the banks of the Nether River as the foundation.
In the early ancient times before the establishment of Reincarnation, there were ways to acquire such soil, but now it is very difficult.
However, with the Ghost Mother inside defeated, her soul body was entirely devoured by Yuan Hou, leaving this mud golem without control, collapsing instantly, returning to dust and dirt.
Yuan Hou’s expression became much more pleasant, as he bypassed the mud golem on the ground and stood in front of the Black Gate again.
The door remained tightly closed, with unknown schemes hidden behind it.
Yuan Hou pondered for a moment and then reached out to push. Although he was tall, in front of this ten-meter-high door, he still seemed small, making the action feel like an ant trying to shake a pillar.
With a squeak, a gap opened in the Black Gate, and then the two doors slowly opened inwards. The door had been closed for an unknown amount of time, and now the sound was booming, like rolling stones, an indescribable thumping and ominous sound in the ears.
What lay inside was faintly visible, and without hesitation, Yuan Hou took a step over the threshold, which was nearly thigh-high, and entered.
At this moment, the door suddenly flashed with a purplish-red light, shaped like lightning, except it was light and thin, and the shape was no bigger than a palm, with a color so dark it was almost black, barely noticeable in the dim light.
In just one flash, it silently pierced into the center of Yuan Hou’s forehead.
At that moment, as he was stepping over the threshold, the creators of the underground palace clearly understood human nature well. The opening door would certainly excite a person, and arranging an ambush behind the door rather than in front of it significantly increased its success rate.
This lightning was not unfamiliar to any cultivator in the Southern Continent. It was the famous God Slaying Thunder that had completely wiped out the former Sect Leader of Guangcheng Palace, Nangong Zhen!
Of all the tribulation thunders encountered during Crossing Tribulation, each one shakes the winds and clouds, massive in scale. Only the God Slaying Thunder is silent and undetectable, perfect for an ambush, provided you have the ability to collect it.
Judging by its color, its power exceeded the Sixfold Divine Punishment Thunder that Nangong Zhen experienced, and if Changtian were here, he would recognize it as the God Slaying Thunder of the 71st strike in the Eight-layered Thunder Tribulation!
Even most Immortals couldn’t withstand the Eightfold Divine Punishment Thunder!
The God Slaying Thunder is bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, directly testing the heart, which no one can escape, including Yuan Hou. Thus, his expression froze instantly.
At this moment, a small Jade Purifying Bottle fell from above the Black Gate, clinking as it rolled several times on the ground.
This must be the magic artifact that contained the God Slaying Thunder, its origins unknown.
Yuan Hou’s body remained poised in the gesture of stepping over the threshold, with only his left foot across.
After about ten breaths, his foot slowly stepped firmly onto the ground, followed by his right foot, as he gradually walked into the world beyond the door. His step, stride, remained unchanged from start to finish. His movements were unhurried, as if he had just finished his evening prayers and simply stepped over an ordinary threshold.
However, if any cultivator on the continent witnessed this scene personally, they would be stunned. The God Slaying Thunder is commonly regarded as the hardest tribulation thunder to endure, as it directly questions one’s heart, and as everyone knows, the hardest person to deceive is oneself. In contrast, the last tribulation thunder is just extremely powerful externally, but if one’s cultivation is deep and the magic artifacts are sharp, one can still survive it.