Mist swirled with immortal energy, making the cave entrance appear ethereal and vast. Faint yet majestic scenes flickered in and out of view.
“Eh? Why is there singing?”
A powerful expert shuddered, his scalp tingling with an inexplicable chill. The discovery was beyond belief.
Soon, others heard it too. In the ancient, silent mine, a woman’s voice rose in song—soft yet unmistakably real. Her melody was hauntingly beautiful, carrying a sorrowful undertone.
In a daze, a peerless beauty seemed to materialize before them, stepping upon moonlight as she ascended to immortality. Clad in snow-white robes, her grace was unparalleled. Around her, blades flashed, heroes clashed, and legends fell in pools of blood—all for her sake.
“Is this an illusion?!”
Even the master of the Crimson Blood battleship felt a spine-chilling dread, shaking his head violently to break free from the song’s grip. He realized his entire body was drenched in cold sweat, his battle robes soaked through. Only with great effort did he regain his senses.
This was terrifying. A powerhouse like him, who roamed Boundless Heaven with few equals, had been reduced to a lost youth, swayed by another’s song.
Other leaders of major factions also stood on edge, their backs slick with sweat.
Fortunately, though eerie, the song harmed no one—not even those who had already lost themselves.
“Incredible!” someone murmured.
A mere melody, yet no one emerged from the Primordial Ancient Mine. Instead, it painted vivid scenes in their minds.
“That blurred woman in white—was she real? Did everyone ‘see’ her?” a top expert asked.
In truth, the mine remained tranquil, bathed in immortal mist. No snow-robed woman had appeared—only a shared, uncanny perception.
“Yes, I saw her. Though indistinct, she must have been the most beautiful woman in history!” someone whispered, as if in a dream.
“Indeed. She walked upon the moon while heroes bled for her,” another added, his gaze distant and entranced.
The experts fell silent. The mine housed ancient corpses—how could a living being appear?
Superpowerful figures opened their mouths, then closed them. The place grew ever more enigmatic.
Shi Hao had seen clearly: no one had truly emerged. The song had merely imprinted illusions so vivid they felt real.
All knew the Primordial Ancient Mine was a forbidden zone. To enter was to court death—only those with heaven-defying luck returned.
Yet past survivors had never reported living beings—only corpses. What was happening now?
“Don’t tell me there are undiscovered sanctuaries or unknown regions within the mine,” someone muttered gravely.
It wasn’t impossible. Even those who’d returned before had only glimpsed fragments of the mine’s depths, its mysteries unfathomable.
“Most likely, someone has revived!” a grand figure declared.
The earlier vision bore no signs of reanimated corpses—no malice, no deathly aura. It defied all records of the mine’s anomalies.
“Could an Immortal King truly be buried here, resurrecting from the Soil of All Things?” Someone shuddered.
Finally, silence returned. The song faded, the immortal mists receded, and the cave plunged into darkness once more.
None dared approach the eerie abyss.
Fear gripped the experts. If a fully sentient being—not some mindless corpse—had emerged from the mine, the implications were horrifying.
Many fled immediately, fearing further disturbances.
Chaos briefly engulfed Primordial Star, but the remaining leaders steadied the situation.
Days of observation confirmed no ill effects. The mine remained unchanged.
The Crimson Blood battleship had long since departed.
Shi Hao and nearly 90,000 others were left as slaves, sold to major factions to mine divine materials until death.
His face was impassive, but fury simmered within. Yuan Qing would pay for this.
Weeks later, Yuan Qing received the news, his expression indifferent.
“Suppressing you for ten years was excessive. With the mine’s anomaly, survival alone will be your struggle,” he mused.
He’d been tasked with stifling Shi Hao but now regretted not killing him outright. Yet direct action would invite scrutiny.
Under heavy guard, Shi Hao and thousands were sold to an ancient clan for mining treasures.
Though already bound by restrictions, the clan reforged them—not individually, but through enchanted artifacts.
When tested with a mystical stone, Shi Hao’s potential blazed brilliantly.
“A gem among slaves!” someone exclaimed, drawing the clan’s attention.
The stone shattered under Shi Hao’s radiant aura, stunning all.
“Fetch the Seven-Colored Stone!”
“Gone. Exhausted long ago.”
Shi Hao remained silent, his face blank.
“Your name?”
“Emperor.”
The clan members exchanged glances. Such audacity.
“True or false, it matters not. Your origins?”
“Raised in the wilds, deceived upon entering society.”
“Lies!” A elder pressed his palm to Shi Hao’s brow, probing his mind.
Blood seeped as Shi Hao’s self-imposed seals activated—safeguarding his secrets at the cost of his life if breached.
The elder recoiled. “His soul is warded!”
“Prove your worth, or die in the mines.”
“Remove the shackles.”
Unshackled, Shi Hao released a wisp of immortal energy, aweing the onlookers.
“A rare talent—worthy of Celestial Academy!”
A second, fainter strand followed.
“Two immortal energies! Even in Boundless Heaven, this is exceptional!”
Their eyes gleamed with unreadable intent.
“Young Emperor, would you join Celestial Academy?”
“If possible.”
“Our young mistress studies there. Serve her, and we’ll send you.”
“Follow a woman?” Shi Hao feigned disdain.
“Arrogant! She could crush you effortlessly. She contends for the title of Boundless Heaven’s top fairy, her prowess beyond your grasp.”
“Three immortal energies?”
“Greater still. She bears supreme immortal blood—our clan’s pride, the brightest jewel of Boundless Heaven.”
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