This drop of blood was like a world unto itself, filled with the clamor of battle as if thousands of armies were clashing within, many of them unimaginably supreme figures.
A single drop of blood hovered in the void, seemingly reflecting the past, present, and future.
Shi Hao remained motionless, gazing ahead where a man stood indistinct yet towering between heaven and earth. Above his head floated a cauldron, from which strands of mother qi cascaded, shimmering with nine divine golden lights!
The man stood still, as if locking eyes with Shi Hao across the vast expanse of time. His gaze was unfathomably profound, conveying mysteries and messages beyond words.
Yet, Shi Hao could not perceive them. Anxiety gnawed at him—he couldn’t decipher what the man was trying to communicate.
He had a feeling that the man desperately wanted him to understand, but the message remained elusive.
*”Not of this heaven and earth, not belonging here, beyond explanation…”* Faintly, as if amidst thunder and the supreme tribulation of the immortal path, fragmented words reached him.
Shi Hao was stunned, staring intently at the man, trying to see clearly, to hear fully.
Bathed in lightning, the man’s expression grew even more complex, yet he remained silent, unable to speak.
Was this truly just a drop of blood? Why such eerie visions?
*”Dong!”*
A bell tolled from the battlefield, its resonance shaking the river of time, disrupting the stability of past and future. A massive bell chimed solemnly, and a figure sat cross-legged, his back to all living beings. He was casting spells, joining forces with others to push a cauldron into a passageway, fragments of time scattering like rain.
*”Is that the same cauldron before me now?”* Shi Hao’s expression shifted in shock.
A sigh echoed as a peerless empress, radiant with celestial beauty, wielded an immortal artifact—shifting between sword, ring, and mask—unleashing supreme brilliance. She too struck toward a passage, aiding the cauldron’s flight.
*”Huh? Is that Cao Yusheng?!”* Shi Hao trembled violently. He spotted another figure, strikingly similar to the little fatty, though older and portlier—a middle-aged Taoist, also lending his strength.
What kind of place was this?
Shi Hao saw gods and demons falling, their blood staining the heavens and earth. The scene was horrifying, with a few figures standing tall amidst the slaughter.
Time blurred, stars shifted—as if eons had passed. Shi Hao’s eyes ached as he stared until only a cauldron remained, hovering nearby.
Beneath it stood another figure, even more indistinct—a Heavenly Emperor, overlooking the cosmos with an aura so overwhelming that even gods and demons seemed insignificant before him, compelled to kneel in reverence.
*”What do you want to tell me?”* Shi Hao couldn’t help but shout.
He sensed that this man had come to reveal something of utmost importance, yet some force prevented him from speaking.
*”Is it because you’re just a drop of blood that you can’t speak?”* Shi Hao demanded.
He felt that this matter was critical—an intuition that if left unresolved, catastrophe would follow, one that would engulf heaven and earth with far-reaching consequences.
Was this man here to warn him? Why couldn’t they communicate?
The enchantress was pushed back by an unseen force, unable to approach. She watched in awe, stunned by the man’s overwhelming power—far surpassing anyone she had ever seen.
*”Beyond sect masters… a Heavenly Emperor!”* The thought struck her. Though silent and still, his presence alone seemed to command the ages, suppressing all under heaven.
She was baffled—why was Shi Hao unaffected? The man didn’t look down on him but seemed eager to communicate, yet no words came.
*”Is the world broken, or am I losing my mind? How can such a terrifying expert exist, surpassing all limits?”*
Finally, the battle cries faded, the visions vanished. The man and the cauldron dimmed, transforming into a streak of light before disappearing.
That cauldron had once been here!
But it had long since shattered through the void, leaving only this drop of blood to reflect past events.
What Shi Hao had witnessed were not real people or objects—only imprints.
*”Why, after all these years, did that man seem to know someone would come and meet his gaze?”* The enchantress was perplexed.
All fluctuations ceased, leaving only a single crimson drop of imperial blood.
Shi Hao reached out to touch it.
Though the blood was extraordinary, enough to make deities tremble, it remained placid in his presence, neither harming nor reacting to him.
*”Be careful!”* the enchantress warned, stepping forward. Even from a distance, she felt her hair stand on end—its aura was terrifying.
Shi Hao opened his palm, attempting to cradle the drop, but to his astonishment, his hand passed through empty air. The blood seemed intangible.
Why? It defied understanding. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t grasp it.
The blood floated amidst fragments of time, as if existing outside this world, suspended in eternal obscurity.
This phenomenon surpassed Shi Hao’s comprehension. How could this be?
Was it truly a drop of blood, or merely an imprint? He couldn’t tell.
One thing was certain—it did not belong to this era!
This involved the mysteries of time and the supreme laws of heaven and earth—both eerie and astounding.
No matter how Shi Hao tried, he couldn’t capture it, couldn’t pull it from the fragments of time. He could only watch it drift.
*”Bizarre!”* muttered the enchantress. After a pause, she suggested, *”Try using the Soil of All Things to collect it?”*
Shi Hao nodded, retrieving the bone cauldron filled with the luminous treasure soil.
*”Look, it’s moving!”* they exclaimed in unison.
The drop of blood descended into the cauldron, vanishing into the Soil of All Things.
They exchanged glances—this was beyond strange.
Shi Hao carefully stored the cauldron, cradling it as if it weighed as much as a mountain. The burden was psychological—he sensed the blood’s immense significance, a message yet to be deciphered.
*”I must not lose this,”* he thought, securing it with utmost care.
Was this a drop of blood from the future? Shi Hao fell silent. What could happen to warrant such a warning?
After a long while, he shook his head, setting the matter aside for now.
*”Hey, snap out of it. What did you sense just now?”* the enchantress asked curiously.
*”The heavens commanded me to subdue you, demoness, and end your mischief in this world,”* Shi Hao quipped.
*”Drop dead!”* she retorted.
After gathering some sacred herbs in the ancient land, they prepared to leave.
*”How are you unscathed after all those lightning tribulations? The strongest bolts struck you, yet you’re unharmed?”* The enchantress widened her beautiful eyes, shimmering with amazement.
As they ventured out, they encountered storms of lightning.
*”I am the Heavenly Emperor incarnate. What are mere bolts to me?”* Shi Hao boasted shamelessly.
**Boom!**
A bolt struck his face, leaving it charred, his hair standing on end—a comically wretched sight.
The enchantress gaped, then burst into laughter. *”Your face must be thicker than the earth itself! Even lightning can’t pierce it. Impressive!”*
Shi Hao activated the Willow God’s technique, healing his burns. With a fist raised to the sky, he defied the lightning, leading the enchantress forward.
She couldn’t help but marvel at his three strands of immortal qi. *”This guy has truly risen. Few in the world will rival him in the future.”*
*”How did you cultivate those three immortal qi? How many does Yue Chan have now?”* she asked.
*”A secret not to be shared. Serve me as a maid for a few years, and I might teach you,”* Shi Hao teased.
*”Greedy fool. First, you cozy up to the fairies of the Heaven Mending Sect, and now you dare jest with me?”* she mocked, rolling her eyes.
*”A fairy on my left, a demoness on my right—if I could make both my maids, wouldn’t that defy heaven itself? Haha!”* Shi Hao laughed.
*”Keep dreaming. Let’s go!”* The enchantress urged him onward, her white robes fluttering like snow, her figure graceful—serene as an immortal yet devastatingly charming when she smiled.
*”Dreaming? One day, I’ll subdue you, demoness. Don’t come crying, begging to be my maid!”*
Two days later, they emerged at the ancient land where the Heavenly Deity Tree stood.
The enchantress was awestruck. Towering on the majestic mountain was a golden tree, resplendent as if forged from gold, laden with divine fruits.
*”The Heavenly Deity Tree?”* She recognized it, her eyes blazing with fervor as she rushed forward, competing with Shi Hao.
*”Demoness, daring to ambush me? Do you want to become my maid right now?”* Shi Hao shouted.
*”Young friend, have you truly found the Soil of All Things?”* The ancient tree spoke, extending a golden branch toward him.
*”Indeed!”* Shi Hao presented the bone cauldron.
*”Ah, what a loss! Half of that soil is mine! Ancient Tree God, come with me—I’ll ensure your immortality for ages!”* the enchantress cried.
With a *whoosh*, the Heavenly Deity Tree shrank to a foot tall and nestled into the cauldron, its roots sinking into the Soil of All Things. It radiated even more dazzling golden light, basking in comfort.
*”Let’s go!”* Shi Hao declared.
The enchantress fumed. *”This shameless rogue took the soil just to tame this tree? What a terrible deal!”*
*”No way—half of this tree is mine!”* Clinging to Shi Hao like a shadow, she followed him out of the ancient land.
They returned to the ordinary minor world.
*”Have you truly resolved to follow me as my maid?”* Shi Hao teased.
*”Die, die, die!”* she shrieked.
**Boom!**
The heavens quaked. The many minor worlds of the Immortal Ancient grew unstable, as if on the verge of collapse.
*”What’s happening?”* Shi Hao paled, asking a bystander.
*”For days now, the sect masters outside have been breaking in. The Immortal Ancient will soon be breached!”* a native explained fearfully.
The world was about to change!
The sect masters would descend upon Immortal Ancient—a shift with profound consequences.
*”Perhaps it’s time to leave. I’ve gained most of the fortunes I sought,”* Shi Hao murmured. He knew his departure would bring danger and fierce battles.
He would wait for the great rift to fully open—that would be his chance to escape. But first, he’d unite with the sect masters of Immortal Ancient. If war came, he’d fight with madness!
Outside, unrest brewed. Mysterious visitors from beyond the three thousand provinces had arrived. Among them, a single young man had effortlessly crushed all heavenly deities of the three thousand provinces—no one could match him.
*”Has this land truly fallen so far? With this, how can you guard the borderlands?”* The young heavenly deity sneered in disdain.
In recent days, they had traversed the three thousand provinces, finding no heavenly deity who could rival him.
For the Upper Realm, this was humiliation.
*”You’ve forgotten the origins of this ancient land, even our own origins. How far you’ve fallen,”* the young heavenly deity sighed, immortal qi swirling around him.
*”If you truly wish to challenge all heavenly deities under heaven, wait a few more days. Someone will come to defeat you!”* a heavenly deity of the Upper Realm retorted.
This was a clash among heavenly deities—the sect masters held back, for the mysterious visitors also had supreme experts among them.
*”Fine. Let’s see if this land still has anyone worth my time,”* the young heavenly deity scoffed.
*”There is—the Six Crown King, the Banished Immortal, and the Wild. Any one of them could defeat you!”*
Yet, many in the three thousand provinces remained silent. *”But can the Wild even return? Will the sect masters let him live?”*
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