Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor

Above the Nine Heavens, beams of light filled the sky; fiery flames surged, and fire dragons tumbled about. Tornadoes howled and thunder and lightning boomed while thousands of swords crisscrossed, accompanied by raging tidal waves, resembling ferocious beasts from ancient times.

Each force contained the might to obliterate a world, as if even the firmament itself would shatter.

At the center where these forces converged stood a man, tall and imposing like a divine demon.

His figure was majestic, his features stern. A cold smile hung on his lips, black hair dancing in the wind. He was clad in dark armor, with a black cape furiously fluttering behind him.

The man threw back his head and laughed, "Hahaha, good, very good." His voice boomed, echoing across the heavens.

"Jiguang Emperor Jii Yehao!"

"Emperor Fiery Flame Wan Guqiu!"

"Wind Emperor Ming Yangtian!"

"Thunder God Emperor Ao Laixing!"

"Sword Emperor Yue Xiao!"

"Emperor Kuishui Gul Feiyue!"

Each name he boomed would be a shock to anyone who heard, for they belonged to peak existents of the Tianheng Continent, beings who could control the lives of millions with a mere thought.

"You really have splendid methods, clever minds, and cunning plans!" the man continued to sneer, his expression then turning exceedingly cold as he bellowed in rage, "Today, if I, Nether, do not die, I swear to cast you all into the Netherworld Purgatory, to endure eternal torment from the bites of ten thousand ghosts."

His thunderous voice exploded and lingered long in the earth and sky.

"Hmph, enough with the nonsense. Hand over the Source of All Things and your corpse might remain intact!" A scornful command caused the entire void to darken suddenly.

The Source of All Things, rumored to hold the Secret of Becoming a God, had been revealed three months ago in the Ancient Wilderness. Rumor had it that ultimately, it ended up in the hands of Emperor Nine Nether, Nether.

Nether looked up, only to see a lofty mountain materializing from nowhere above him, pressing down directly toward his head. "Mountain Emperor Duan Xingyu!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Chilling killing shouts came from all directions. All forces capable of obliterating the heavens and the earth surged even more violently toward Nether, instantly blasting at him. The firmament shattered, the earth and heavens shook, space twisted.

"Roar!"

...

In Moon City, under the blazing sun, a coach raced down the street. The ground trembled, and pedestrians hastily dodged, cursing loudly; however, upon noticing the pattern engraved on the carriage, their expressions immediately changed, and they quickly fell silent.

"Out of the way, move it or be killed!" the coachman roared at those in front while lashing his whip, his arrogant and reckless manner suggesting the lives of the commoners before him were worthless.

Indeed, compared to the distinguished lord in the coach, their lives were of little consequence; should they delay this lord's business, their insignificant lives wouldn't compensate even if they lost their heads ten times over.

"Move! Get out of the way!"

The coach raced ahead, wave after wave of pedestrians scattering in panic.

Among them, a brother and sister, not very old and dressed in rough clothes, were also in the crowd.

"Brother, what's wrong? The coach is coming, we need to run!" The little girl, appearing only about six or seven years old, had a face full of urgency and was crying as she continuously shook the arm of the teenage boy beside her.

But the boy, as if under a spell, stood motionless with a vacant look, his eyes similarly empty.

As people dispersed in a commotion, the crowded street suddenly opened up, leaving only the sibling pair alone.

"Off with you, you little brats, move it!" the coachman bellowed, the carriage drawing closer and closer to the siblings, but he showed no signs of stopping, instead accelerating the speed with which he whipped the black horses.

By then, many people, terrified, averted their eyes from the gruesome scene about to unfold, covering their eyes with their hands.

"Brother! Brother! No, please!" The little girl, paler with fright, began to cry, instinctively hugging the boy and burying her face deep into his chest.

As the black horse was about to collide with the siblings, the coachman's face twisted cruelly.

"Roar!" Just then, the previously vacant-faced boy suddenly let out a loud roar!

"Neigh!" At his roar, the black horse about to hit the siblings suddenly reared up, its forelegs flailing, then forcefully stamped down, abruptly halting its run, barely a few inches from the two.

Onlookers from either side of the street watched the close call, their hearts leaping into their throats.

"What is this? I... have been reborn!" The once vacant-faced boy's blank expression vanished, his lifeless eyes now stars, then joy swiftly spread across his face.

He laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I, Emperor Nine Nether of the Netherworld, am back!"

"Those inferior Martial Emperors, coveting the Source of All Things that I obtained from the Ancient Wilderness, joined forces to set up the Heavenly Shocking Killing Array to lure me in and eradicate me. I should have had my soul scattered and turned to ashes! Unexpectedly, I have reincarnated."

Memories flooded into the young boy's mind, overlapping with his original memories. In this life, he was named Shi Feng, and he was fifteen years old.

Shi Feng extended his hand and gently patted the back of the girl he was holding. The girl, like a frightened deer, clung tightly to him, burying her face deep in his chest. He could clearly feel her delicate body trembling slightly, obviously still in shock.

This girl was his only sister in this life, named Shi Ling, seven years old.

"Ling'er, don't be afraid. With brother here, no one will dare to bully you again."

Shi Feng whispered softly in Shi Ling's ear, then suddenly his expression turned cold and his eyes flashed fiercely as he looked up.

"Damn mongrel, go to hell!" The coachman who had been driving had now climbed onto the horse's back, wielding a long whip and swinging it fiercely down at Shi Feng and his sister.

The whip descended rapidly, causing a sharp crackling sound in the air; if it had landed on flesh, it would have undoubtedly ripped skin and flesh apart.

"Seeking death!" Shi Feng grunted angrily and, holding Shi Ling, kicked the ground with his right foot. They both leaped backward half a meter, barely dodging the strike.

However, just as their feet landed, Shi Feng's body uncontrollably staggered backward until he stopped a meter away.

Feeling the weakness of his current body, Shi Feng sighed inwardly with helplessness, "This body is truly too weak."

To think that in his previous life, as Emperor Nine Nether with the Nine Nether Body, immune to all techniques, a single stomp could shake mountains and split the earth. How could that compare to this current untrained body?

"Yah yah yah yah yah! Two damn mongrels, such big guts to dodge!" The coachman, seeing that his whip hadn't hit, became furious and raged like a thunderstorm.

"Scoff!" Suddenly, a displeased cold snort came from inside the carriage, and the curtain was lifted. A young man in a white robe stepped out.

In an instant, the streets on both sides buzzed in shock.

"Look, look! That robe, and the epaulette on the right shoulder, it is... actually a Second-stage Refiner!"

"It's really... Lord Refiner!"

"The Hai Family has actually invited a Second-stage Refiner!"

"Oh my, it truly is!"

...

A Refiner, a master of alchemy and artifact refining, is a transcendent being in the Tianheng Continent.

Tianheng Continent, a world that revered martial strength, where martial artists were numerous. However, the mysterious artifacts used by martial artists and various magical pills they consumed were all crafted by Refiners, illustrating the prestigious and transcendent status of Refiners.

To become a Refiner, studying the skill of Alchemy not only required outstanding talent and perception but also a soul power and sensitivity far beyond ordinary people. In short, it was a high threshold, inaccessible to the average person.

In Moon City, where Shi Feng was, there were a few refiners, but the highest level was only first-stage, and they were treated like ancestors by the Great Forces, humbly pleading for them to craft mysterious artifacts and pills.

Now, one of the Four Great Powers of Moon City, the Hai Family, had actually invited a Second-stage Refiner, causing a stir in the city.

"Ahh!" The furious coachman suddenly heard the cold snort from behind, shuddered violently, and swiftly dismounted, bowing his head respectfully below the man, calling out, "Lord Ming'an."

Refiner Ming'an, with a gloomy face full of murderous intent, coldly scolded, "You dog servant, what is this all about? You can't even manage to drive a carriage steadily, open your damn eyes and see!"

Ming'an, speaking, stretched out his slender, fair hand, like a woman's. The coachman saw it, his pupils abruptly contracted in fright, as he immediately knelt and trembled on the ground: "Pardon me, Lord! I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

Ming'an's right little finger had a small crack in the nail.

"Humph!" Ming'an snorted coldly: "When we get to the Hai Family, have your Family Head skin you."

"Ah, please no, Lord! Spare me, please spare me." The coachman pleaded as he continuously banged his head on the ground, his forehead already battered and bloody.

Immediately after, he recalled something, lifted his head, turned toward the back, and pointed in front of the carriage, saying, "Lord, it's all because of these two damn mongrels, they blinded your path unknowingly, causing the carriage to suddenly stop."

"Young brother, you better run, watch out for your life, these are not people you can afford to offend." A middle-aged man among the spectators, seeing the situation, hurriedly warned Shi Feng.

As soon as his words ended, his companion quickly pulled him aside and whispered anxiously, "Hey, why are you meddling? Don't you want to live? You dare intervene in this matter, be careful of losing your whole family's lives."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man wanted to say more, but thinking of these people's status and his elderly parents and family at home, he could only let out a helpless sigh.