Chapter 79: Casually Tossing a Sun

Zhang Kai’s words immediately stirred the senses of the four powers—Tathagata, Yellow Springs, Northern Shade, and the Emperor of Luofu.

For a moment, Yellow Springs, Northern Shade, and Luofu exchanged silent, distant glances, none willing to speak. Tathagata, not being of this world, could only draw circles in his mind.

“This farce has gone on long enough. Diga, why have you come to Luofu?” A voice materialized from the void.

Zhang Kai smiled and replied, “Just passing through on my way to the mortal realm. Who knew your subordinates would block my way and try to attack me? I just want to know, was I at fault here?”

The white-faced bailiff instantly turned deathly pale, his heart sinking into despair.

He had kicked a steel plate—he was finished.

“What is it you want?”

“I have no idea,” Zhang Kai replied. “You’re the master here, after all. I’m just an outsider. My elder brother Yellow Springs, my uncle Tathagata, and my brother Northern Shade aren’t here. There’s no one to speak for me.”

“Then let me speak for you. Those who blocked your path—destroy them.” As the words fell, a gust swept through; in an instant, the countless ghostly soldiers who had intercepted Zhang Kai vanished into nothingness, not a single one left behind.

Zhang Kai was momentarily stunned.

Damn, must you be so ruthless?

He’s truly angry now?

Well, let him be angry. It didn’t matter.

Zhang Kai smiled, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

With that, he turned to leave.

“Wait a moment.”

Zhang Kai paused.

The voice continued, “You’re passing through, but have you paid the toll?”

Zhang Kai: What?

Damn it. Is this some ploy to make things hard for me, Fat Tiger?

After a brief silence, Zhang Kai asked, “How is this toll calculated?”

“The dead leave three souls, the living leave seven spirits.”

Zhang Kai bared his teeth. “Your Majesty, are you sure about this?”

“Hand them over.”

As the words echoed, the sky gathered a limitless, ghostly energy, coalescing into a colossal hand that blotted out the heavens.

Even with his body over a hundred meters tall, Zhang Kai seemed as insignificant as an ant beneath that hand.

Without a word, Zhang Kai instantly shrank back to normal height, fished out his phone, and grinned wickedly. “Damn, do you really think I’m easy to push around?”

He reached into the paused science video on his phone and snatched the sun from the starry sky.

Without hesitation, Zhang Kai unleashed his full strength and hurled the sun toward the massive hand in the heavens.

As he released it, his body shimmered with light.

The Ultra Path—instantaneous movement.

Transformed into pure radiance, Zhang Kai vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next instant, the sun—originally no larger than a marble—boomed outward, rapidly regaining its true size.

In that moment, a searing brilliance illuminated the entire Nether Spring Grotto.

A shrill scream pierced the air: “The sun!”

At the same time, the Emperors of Northern Shade and Yellow Springs in the Netherworld turned pale, fixing their gaze in the direction of the grotto.

“Help me!” The scream grew ever more desperate and terrified.

In the next moment, Northern Shade, Yellow Springs, and hundreds of supreme beings in the Netherworld all unleashed the limits of their power, channeling their strength toward the grotto.

But the sun expanded too fast. The entire Nether Spring Grotto couldn’t withstand it and was quickly filled. Countless spirits within were incinerated to ash in an instant—even ghost kings were reduced to dust, utterly insignificant.

Crack—crack—crack—

The grotto could not endure.

Even with the might of the Emperor of Luofu, it was impossible to withstand an entire sun.

Sensing the impending calamity, the mighty beings of the Netherworld combined their powers to reinforce the Black Abyss, trying to keep the sun’s destructive force from flooding into the underworld—otherwise, annihilation would be certain.

At this moment, the Emperor of Luofu was filled with unspeakable regret.

All for the sake of pride, yet who could have guessed that brat would use the sun as a hidden weapon? Had he known Zhang Kai was so formidable, who would have cared about such a trivial slight?

Yellow Springs was shaken as well.

He had sensed something amiss when Zhang Kai was about to act and had intervened just in time.

Looking back now, it was indeed fortunate.

Had the sun been thrown into Yellow Springs, not only would the river have been instantly evaporated, but the entire Netherworld would have suffered grievous harm.

That boy—when he’s ruthless, he truly has no equal!

“I can’t hold on!” Northern Shade’s expression grew grim, his teeth clenched.

All the true bodies of these mighty ones were sealed, their power a mere fraction of its potential. Before the sun, they were less than nothing.

“Hurry, have that brat retrieve the sun, or the Netherworld is doomed!” someone howled.

“It’s too late. He slipped away with a flash of light—already left the grotto and can’t be contacted,” Northern Shade replied, having already noticed Zhang Kai’s disappearance. His speed was beyond belief; in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

“Luofu, why did you provoke someone you couldn’t handle? Given our current situation, don’t you understand the consequences?” one of the mighty ones snapped, voicing his displeasure.

The Emperor of Luofu was silent.

All his power had been spent. There was simply no way to withstand this.

With the destruction of the grotto, his own body would be burned away by the sun, with not even a chance to recover.

Could it be that a mere war of words would lead to his end?

Had his luck sunk so low?

He had protected the Netherworld for so long—if not merit, at least effort—so why did it come to this?

“I have a solution, but it requires everyone’s combined effort,” a woman’s voice suddenly rang out.

“My lady!”

At the sound, all the mighty ones rejoiced and called out hurriedly.

“What is your plan?” Northern Shade asked urgently.

“With the power of the Six Paths, I will tear open the Blood Sea and send the sun there,” the woman’s voice continued.

“But wouldn’t that offend the one who dwells there?” Northern Shade hesitated.

“It’s our only option. Would you rather offend or be destroyed?” she replied.

“Please, my lady, work your magic,” one of the mighty ones responded decisively.

“Please, my lady, work your magic,” others echoed.

“Please…”

One after another, they all agreed.

Better another in peril than ourselves.

Now was not the time to assign blame, but to save themselves.

“Prepare yourselves. When I tear open the space of the Blood Sea, you must guide the sun through as quickly as possible,” the woman instructed.

“Yes!” they responded in unison.

In the next instant, a rift spanning heaven and earth tore open above the Black Abyss, revealing the boundless Blood Sea on the other side.

Immediately, the sun—suppressed by the combined might of the powers—was pushed through the rift.

The rift closed.

In the deepest part of the Blood Sea, an old man’s eyes suddenly snapped open. First, he was stunned; then, he erupted into curses: “Houtu, you wretch!”

But when he finished cursing, the old man surged through the Blood Sea, transforming into a tidal wave hundreds of thousands of meters high, surging toward the sun.

Yet, without suppression, the sun instantly reverted to its true form.

Although the Blood Sea was unimaginably vast, the sun’s arrival instantly evaporated hundreds of thousands of miles of it.

By the time the old man had exhausted all his means to finally extinguish the sun, a full third of the Blood Sea had vanished into vapor.

The old man was grief-stricken—this sea was the foundation of his power.

His strength had been diminished by a third.

Through countless ancient calamities, he had faced many dangers, but never such a loss.

Damn it, what did I do to deserve this?

Meanwhile, the mighty beings of the Netherworld fell into silence.

This threat had come too suddenly—they had almost all been doomed, and no one knew whom to blame.

The Nether Spring Grotto now teetered on the brink of destruction, its ghostly energies leaking away. The Emperor of Luofu was beside himself with regret.

Though he had survived, great danger still loomed. If the grotto collapsed, he would be exposed—and when the forbidden powers found him, he would be utterly finished.

That damned brat—his revenge was swift indeed.

And that bailiff—such a wretch, to bring such disaster upon him! He wished he could use the bailiff’s soul as lamp oil, burning for a million years, and still not be satisfied.