Shi Hao believed that a single sect master from the Eight-Armed Soul Clan wouldn’t be enough to kill him. More people needed to join forces to gang up on the Blood-Drinking Demon Tree’s ancient ancestor and eliminate him once and for all, solving the great threat completely.
The Soul Clan’s sect master was the first to step forward. Though he knew Shi Hao wouldn’t mistreat them, he still had to make his stance clear.
In the next moment, figures blurred as more arrived—all clearly targeting the ancient ancestor of the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan.
The Immortal Ancient Realm was cursed, harboring immense danger. Those of this level were already rare, and even if they existed, most couldn’t leave their tribes, lost in confusion or deep slumber.
But today was special. All the major clans were watching to see if Shi Hao could survive his tribulation. Sect masters had personally arrived, ready to act.
“Fellow Daoist, what are you doing? Are you really going to let an outsider provoke you? The tribulation lightning liquid is destined to be ours—why ruin the harmony?” the ancient ancestor of the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan said.
“Our two clans have long been enemies. Now is the perfect time to settle it!” the Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor retorted.
“Everyone, this isn’t my only tribulation. There will be stronger ones in the future. I promise to slowly cure all your clansmen!” Shi Hao transmitted his voice.
**Boom!**
The next moment, the sect masters attacked. Their blurred figures surged forward like a storm.
“You—!” The Silverblood Demon Tree’s ancient ancestor was furious, but the situation was against him. He couldn’t stay and fled immediately.
A battle between sect masters was absolutely terrifying. Three figures shattered the heavens and vanished, leaving everyone shaken.
**Boom!**
Heavenly tribulation descended, countless bolts of lightning filling the sky.
The tenth layer of tribulation was far more terrifying than the previous nine. However, Shi Hao didn’t provoke the true dragons, heavenly phoenixes, or the Execution Platform within the lightning.
As long as he didn’t provoke them, this layer of tribulation wouldn’t descend.
Now, he summoned relatively weaker lightning creatures, unleashing endless bolts of electricity.
It was a disaster. The entire mountain range was bathed in lightning, rocks exploding as the towering silver trees uprooted themselves and fled.
Shi Hao resisted the lightning while his brow glowed, his divine senses fully activated.
He locked onto two Heavenly Gods—both transformed from massive silver trees—who were now fleeing into the distance.
A cold smile curled Shi Hao’s lips as he gave chase. He didn’t want to slaughter indiscriminately, but the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan had repeatedly targeted him. He had to respond.
He wouldn’t kill the weak, only the clan’s peak combatants.
These two Heavenly Gods were his targets. Moving at extreme speed, he caught up to one in no time.
The outcome was inevitable.
**Boom!**
Without Shi Hao even needing to strike, the Heavenly God couldn’t endure the lightning. His body shattered, his spirit extinguished.
**Swoosh!**
The Great Luo Immortal Sword shot out, chasing the other fleeing Heavenly God. Its blade light was awe-inspiring.
The target turned, transforming into a towering ancient tree, attempting to block and seize the sword.
**Bang!**
Lightning erupted from the sword—Shi Hao had infused it with thunderforce. The explosion instantly connected to the distant sea of lightning.
“Damn it!” The Heavenly God screamed, fleeing desperately, but it was too late.
Shi Hao had already dealt with the other one. Now, he pursued relentlessly, forming a massive thunderblade in his hand and slashing forward.
**Boom!**
The entire mountain range was severed, reduced to ashes!
The Heavenly God spat blood, still trying to escape, but Shi Hao’s arrival meant the tribulation followed.
**Thud!**
Shi Hao’s punch sent him flying, blood gushing from his mouth. His body cracked in the lightning sea, turning into a charred corpse.
Chaos erupted in the region. When Shi Hao returned, the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan had fled en masse. He had no intention of slaughtering them all, but he unleashed the lightning, reducing every peak to dust.
An ancient clan’s territory was completely erased.
People were stunned. This was the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan—a sacred land—yet it had been obliterated just like that.
Shi Hao remained calm. He took out a jade cauldron to collect the tribulation lightning liquid, not wanting to delay any longer.
Soon, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor and another sect master returned, their robes stained with blood.
Had they succeeded? Everyone wondered. They had pursued the Silverblood Demon Tree’s ancient ancestor—a world-shaking event in Immortal Ancient. What was the outcome?
“He was slippery, escaped too quickly. But he’s heavily injured. His chances of survival are slim—at the very least, he won’t be able to fight for a year or two,” the Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor said, somewhat regretful.
But upon reflection, this was already a victory. After all, the opponent was a sect master—incredibly powerful. Killing him outright would’ve been too difficult.
If not for the curse, the Silverblood Demon Tree’s ancient ancestor would’ve survived and recovered. But in Immortal Ancient, severe injuries invited the curse, often leading to death.
The blood on the two sect masters belonged to the Silverblood Demon Tree, not themselves.
Now, the lightning around Shi Hao finally dissipated. The tenth layer of tribulation vanished completely.
Instantly, banners fluttered, and formations blotted out the sky, enveloping him.
This was a grand formation set up by the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and several others, arranged earlier with Shi Hao to protect him from any interference.
The two sect masters approached, faces alight with joy and excitement.
Not every clan had a sect master, and even fewer could fight. Having two here now was peak combat power.
“Young friend, truly a divine prodigy! To survive even the Divine King Tribulation—unprecedented in history!” the Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor praised.
“A peerless talent, a dragon among men! Young friend, are you married? I have a descendant, a peerless goddess…” the other sect master said bluntly, laughing.
Their praise was genuine, but they also sought to win over this young man. Their clans were vast—how could one or two tribulations be enough to cure them all?
Both hoped to build a strong relationship with Shi Hao, as it would determine their clans’ futures.
“Elders, no need for formalities. Please, break the curse!”
Shi Hao took out jade cups—each small, only an inch tall—filled them with tribulation lightning liquid, and handed one to each.
“Elder, you are…?” He recognized the Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor but not the other.
“He is the former patriarch of the Fairies Clan,” the Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor said with a smile, downing the five-colored liquid in one gulp before sitting cross-legged to circulate his energy.
The Fairies Clan’s expert stood guard, ensuring no one interfered.
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor had once been lost in confusion, revived only by a small amount of tribulation liquid Shi Hao had given him.
This five-colored liquid was clearly superior, its effects far greater. Though just a small cup, its impact was immense.
Instantly, black mist seeped from his body, burning away as dark light.
**”Roar!”**
With a mighty roar, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor opened his eyes and leapt up, exhilarated. He couldn’t stop roaring, the sound toppling mountains.
The curse that had plagued him for years was now completely gone!
“Old friend, guard me… my turn now!” The Fairies Clan’s Heavenly God’s voice trembled. Seeing his companion’s success, his heart surged with emotion.
Soon, another roar echoed—another sect master freed from the curse.
**Whoosh!**
All banners and formation platforms were withdrawn. With two sect masters present, they were no longer needed.
Freed from the curse, they were stronger than ever, unrestrained in battle.
“Fellow Daoists, step forward,” Shi Hao said, smiling at the clans that had supported him, ready to distribute the tribulation liquid.
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan, Fairies Clan, and others surged forward, trembling with excitement and hope.
The two sect masters controlled the crowd, pointing out the Heavenly Gods—top-tier combatants who should be cured first.
Soon, divine light surged as more Heavenly Gods were freed from the curse, their blood energy shaking the ancient land.
This was a historic moment!
No matter how many years passed, people would never forget—a young man distributing tribulation liquid, curing the natives of Immortal Ancient, bringing tears to many eyes.
They had waited so long, hoping one day to be free of the curse, to live like outsiders.
This day was recorded in history, a special mark in this era!
Even as the era neared its end, this was a brilliant flash of light.
“Everyone, the situation is grim. Cracks have appeared in Immortal Ancient—outsiders may invade. We must prioritize curing the strongest to prepare for what’s to come,” the Soul Clan’s ancient ancestor said.
They had to start with the most powerful to handle the impending crisis.
With everyone’s agreement, numerous Heavenly Gods sat cross-legged in the void, clouds swirling as they were cured.
Every friendly clan received benefits. Those who had secretly aided Shi Hao saw their Heavenly Gods freed from the curse.
Of course, some clans could only watch enviously.
These were the ones who had opposed Shi Hao or clashed with him—naturally excluded.
Soon, the place erupted in excitement.
Shi Hao stood at the center, surrounded by Heavenly Gods!
The young man now seemed towering and sacred. By curing some, he had earned genuine support and goodwill.
“This is bad!” Those hostile to him panicked.
Shi Hao’s faction was growing stronger, Heavenly Gods gathering around him—how could they not tremble?
By the end, two more confused sect masters were revived!
Four sect masters now stood together, shocking everyone.
“Young friend, our Centaur Clan and Ancient Demon Clan have also protected you. Please help us break the curse!”
These two clans couldn’t hold back, stepping forward anxiously—they seemed forgotten.
“I’ve said before—Ma Yue of the Centaur Clan and Mo Luo of the Ancient Demon Clan tried to kill me. No tribulation liquid unless they die,” Shi Hao said calmly.
“You… think you can dominate Immortal Ancient, make everyone obey you?” Ma Yue’s voice came from afar.
“An outsider, so arrogant! The tribulation liquid belongs to all of Immortal Ancient. You’re forcing our hand!” Mo Luo also transmitted.
This time, Shi Hao didn’t need to speak, nor did the four sect masters. Several Heavenly Gods directly attacked, chasing the two.
Their faces paled as they fled desperately.
Distant outsiders watched in shock—had Shi Hao really amassed such a force?
Whether it was Yun Xi, Yue Chan, or others who knew Shi Hao, all were stunned.
Such power, if brought out of Immortal Ancient, would cause a storm.
And it was still growing!
This tribulation had yielded more liquid, and its effects were far stronger, allowing more to be cured.
Shi Hao even gave some directly to True Gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and Fairies Clan.
“Young friend, don’t waste it!” the Soul Clan’s Heavenly God urged, hoping to cure more Heavenly Gods first for the coming crisis.
“The Eight-Armed Soul Clan and Fairies Clan protected me. This liquid must be shared!” Shi Hao insisted.
He was clear—those who helped him would be rewarded.
This would draw even more to him, hoping for future tribulation liquid.
Indeed, it caused a sensation. More and more rushed over, Heavenly Gods surrounding him!
“Such an alliance, such power—it will shake the three thousand provinces!” someone exclaimed.
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