Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 379: Passing

The heavens above darkened once more. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the void as if the very fabric of void was bracing itself for what was to come. The second trial had been formidable, but it seemed the heavens were not yet satisfied.

A faint hum resonated in the distance, growing louder and more intense until the sky split open like a fractured mirror. From the fissure emerged a bolt of crimson lightning, its hue darker than blood, its energy suffused with malice and intent. Unlike the earlier trials, this lightning carried no mere destructive force—it pulsed with something far more sinister: the will to annihilate.

"This... is different." Liang eyes narrowed slightly, he could feel something different about this incoming tribulation unlike the previous two.

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The crimson lightning coalesced into a massive, writhing mass that twisted and contorted before finally taking shape—a colossal hand made entirely of red lightning. Each finger stretched longer than mountains.

The Hand of Heavenly Judgment descended slowly, deliberately, as though savoring the moment of Liang’s impending doom. Its fingers curled inward slightly, exuding an aura of absolute authority and finality. There was no escape; there could be no resistance.

"So this is your true gambit! Do you think such a display can break me?" Liang’s nine shimmering tails lashed out behind him, their ethereal glow intensifying as they absorbed the ambient energy from the surrounding void. He summoned every ounce of strength within him, channeling the essence of the Nine Universe Serpent Scripture through his bloodline.

With a thunderous shout, he also unleached the full might of his universe rune. It flared to life, projecting beams of radiant light that pierced the void, forming intricate patterns sealing the sky. For a brief moment, the heavens themselves seemed to falter under the power of the rune.

But the hand did not hesitate. With relentless precision, it slammed downward, obliterating everything in its path. The ground shattered beneath its impact, releasing shockwaves that rippled outward like waves in a stormy sea. Even Liang’s protective seal made from the universe rune sealing power crumbled under the sheer force of the blow, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Summoning every shred of power left in his being, Liang raised his arms in a desperate attempt to counteract the descending hand. Crimson energy surged around him, mingling with the golden flames of his heavenly spirit flame.

"Nine realms converge, one will endure!"

His body erupted in a blaze of blinding light, each of his nine tails transforming into pillars of pure energy that shot skyward, attempting to hold back the crushing hand. But even as he poured his entire existence into this final stand, the heavens showed no mercy. The hand pressed onward, unyielding and unforgiving.

The pressure became unbearable. Even Liang nascent divinity begin to tremble unable to hold any longer.

And then, without warning, the hand closed.

In a single, devastating motion, the handcrushed Liang’s form, reducing him to nothingness. The brilliant light that had once illuminated the battlefield dimmed and faded, consumed by the overwhelming power of the heavens. Where Liang had stood moments ago now lay only ash.

From afar, Mo Ji watched silently, his expression unreadable.

Sun Wu, perched high atop his mountain peak, sighed deeply. "That little brother always did rush things," he said, though his tone betrayed a hint of sadness. "Still, he proved himself worthy... perhaps even too worthy."

An unnatural silence fell over the heavens. The hand that had delivered the final blow withdrew into the fractured sky, leaving behind only a desolate expanse where nothing remained but ash and remnants of heavenly tribulation energy. Yet, as if sensing something amiss, Mo Ji’s unreadable gaze sharpened slightly, while Sun Wu straightened on his perch, his expression shifting from sorrow to wary curiosity.

Suddenly, without warning, the domain wall—the barrier separating this realm from the infinite beyond—began to ripple. This was no ordinary fluctuation; it wasn’t born of Heavenly tribulation or divine wrath. Instead, it seemed to emanate from the the vast primordial void, as though some ancient, unseen force stirred deep within the infinite domain. Invisible ripples expanded outward, distorting space and time in ways incomprehensible to perception. They descended upon the pile of ashes where Liang had fallen.

At first, there was nothing but stillness. Then, like embers rekindled by an unseen breath, the ashes began to glow faintly—a soft, golden light that grew brighter with each passing moment. It wasn’t just illumination; it was life, vitality, essence returning to what had been lost. A golden flame erupted suddenly, licking at the air with fervent intensity, consuming the ashes and transforming them into something new.

From the heart of the flames emerged a form—a serpentine creature with sliver wings and nine tails. At first glance, they appeared ethereal, almost ghostlike.

But closer inspection revealed a stark truth: eight of the nine tails were illusory, while one tail blazed with unyielding reality.

The silver-winged serpent unfurled its massive form, stretching its sinuous body high into the void. Its eyes opened slowly.

The serpent’s eyes glowed with an intensity, One eye burned like molten gold, while the other shimmered faintly, as though still regenerating from some great ordeal.

"I see, So this is how far you’ve pushed me." Its tone was neither anger nor relief ," Nine Nirvana of the Void Emperor truly mystical."

The silver-winged serpent let out a low, resonant hum, With a flicker of its singular real tail, it began to transform, shedding its serpentine form in favor of something more familiar. The ethereal wings dissolved into shimmering particles that dissipated into the void, while the nine tails—eight ghostly and one blazing with reality—coiled inward, merging seamlessly into the core of its being.

In their place stood Liang once more, though he was not entirely unchanged.

Liang’s expression was calm but contemplative as he gazed upon the desolation surrounding him. He raised a hand, inspecting it almost curiously, feeling the subtle differences in his bloodline essence after undergoing such a harrowing transformation.

"Well that’s what they call rising for the ashes." Liang stretched his arms above his head, cracking his neck with a satisfied pop. "Alright, that was... intense. Like, top-three-worst-days-of-my-life intense."

His golden eye scanned the horizon, catching sight of Sun Wu standing silently in the distance looking contemplative rather than amused for once. Liang smirked. "Oh great, now I’ve got spectators critiquing my performance. Just what I needed."

Walking toward him, Liang clapped his hands together. "So, how’d I do? Can we consider it passing?"

Sun Wu chuckled softly, scratching behind his ear. "Passing ? you didn’t just passed. Though I will say, getting crushed into ash isn’t exactly the most dignified way to make a comeback."

Liang shrugging nonchalantly. "Style aren’t everything. Besides, who needs dignity when you’ve got raw power? "