In the dark hall, six towering figures stood like mountains, exuding an overwhelming pressure that weighed heavily on the soul.
Shi Hao’s gaze was profound as he stared at them, feeling immense pressure—like a tiny boat in a stormy ocean, on the verge of being capsized and shattered at any moment.
“Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art?” He scrutinized their stances, absorbing their divine essence. Could this truly be that supreme inheritance?
In an instant, Shi Hao was entranced, completely immersed, unable to break free.
The black hall was vast and empty, with only these six figures standing like indomitable peaks, suffocating in their presence. No other artifacts were present.
Upon closer inspection, one could sense an indescribable sharpness emanating from them—an embodiment of the Dao, a manifestation of ruthless laws capable of obliterating all existence.
For a martial fanatic, these six figures were nothing short of a treasure trove, a celestial scripture, the highest form of inheritance!
From the moment Shi Hao stepped into this ancient hall, he had forgotten everything else, devoting himself entirely to studying and comprehending them.
Yet, this heavenly art was too abstruse, nearly tearing his mind apart. It was so difficult to grasp that his primordial spirit almost dimmed.
After what felt like an eternity, a chilling sensation snapped him out of his near-demonic trance. He coughed up blood, realizing the peril he had been in.
Shi Hao sobered up, his expression grave. He had nearly perished just from attempting to comprehend this art!
“Right… There are only the initial stances, six figures, but no accompanying scriptures. If I recklessly cultivate like this, I’ll only push myself into the abyss!”
He regained clarity, no longer impatient, his mind fully calm.
Without the chanting of scriptures, without the true inheritance, relying solely on these six stances was insufficient. This heavenly art was profound and intricate beyond measure.
Now in complete tranquility, Shi Hao observed everything with a clear mind, searching for the method he needed.
The six figures spanned from youth to old age, each exuding an aura of unparalleled heroism—their common trait.
These were not statues but six humanoid beings. Despite the endless passage of time, their flesh remained intact, their bodies uncorrupted, still radiating an overwhelming presence.
The aura was so intense that Shi Hao suspected their bodies still contained boundless blood essence and divine power. Otherwise, how could they remain so formidable?
As if still alive, their natural aura alone could instantly obliterate a Heavenly God. Even a sect master would be unable to withstand it—such was their terror.
Shi Hao pondered silently. Had it not been for the Ten Thousand Spirit Diagram in his possession, he would have been shredded the moment he pushed open the door.
What kind of beings were these six? It was unimaginable!
Had they been alive, they would undoubtedly have been peerless experts, unrivaled in the mortal realm. Their bearing alone was enough to inspire awe beyond comparison.
And yet, six of them stood here at once!
Shi Hao studied them carefully. Their attire differed, suggesting they hailed from different eras. Otherwise, how could six such experts exist in a single epoch?
Without a doubt, these were the protagonists of their respective ages, the ones who dominated their times with unmatched brilliance.
Their essence was transcendent. Though dead, they remained standing, their eyes still deep and luminous like divine stones, gazing down upon the world with unparalleled majesty!
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. Such heroic spirits—even one appearing in an era would be enough to shake heaven and earth, to overturn the cosmos!
One by one, he examined them:
A youth, brimming with vigor, his eyes sharp as a reincarnated true dragon, exuding the ambition to shatter the heavens—limitless in potential.
A middle-aged man, towering and majestic, his black hair like ink, his presence domineering as if the world lay in his grasp.
An elder, his back straight, his white hair like snow, his forehead broad with wisdom, his aura suggesting he had seen through the cycles of life and death.
…
Six individuals, six peerless experts, six supreme prodigies. The appearance of even one would have made the heavens tremble.
Time flowed like water, and all things faded. These six had long perished, their souls vanished.
Yet, their flesh alone was enough to suppress the world!
Shi Hao sighed. After observing them for so long, he couldn’t help but lament—if even beings this powerful could die, who in this world could truly claim immortality?
He had a feeling that these individuals were so strong they might not have been inferior to immortals.
“Were they long-lived beings? Supreme figures of the immortal path?” Shi Hao murmured to himself.
These six had shaken him deeply. Their presence was too overwhelming, rare even across the ages!
“Could they be six Great Emperors?” The thought suddenly crossed his mind.
Only the strongest of a race, those who stood above all others since ancient times, could bear the title of Great Emperor. With such grandeur, these six undoubtedly fit the description—though their origins and races remained unknown.
“To use the remains of six Great Emperors to demonstrate a heavenly art—what kind of audacity is this?” Shi Hao inhaled sharply. If true, it was spine-chilling, almost unbelievable.
He pondered how difficult it must have been to gather the remains of these six. Likely, it would have taken countless eons just to find one.
“Why is there no chanting of scriptures now?”
He frowned. Earlier, when clashing with the Nine Phoenix Furnace, he had heard scriptures from this direction, stirring his comprehension.
But now that he had arrived, there was nothing. He wanted to grasp the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, yet the path was fraught with obstacles.
Without the true scriptures, reckless comprehension could lead to demonic possession, damaging both body and soul.
“How did these six die?”
With this question in mind, Shi Hao struggled forward under the immense pressure, his blood churning, his bones cracking. The pain was excruciating.
In the presence of six supreme beings, any intruder risked being crushed to dust!
The Thunder Emperor Armor glowed, and the Ten Thousand Spirit Diagram shimmered with mystical runes, easing his burden. Otherwise, he feared he might burst apart at any moment.
He noticed the injuries on one of them—the youth. At the back of his skull was an arrow wound, with half a black arrow still embedded, dark as if from the depths of hell!
A chill ran down Shi Hao’s spine. Merely looking at the black arrow threatened to suck his soul away—such was its eerie and terrifying nature.
“So he died like this—an arrow piercing his skull, destroying his primordial spirit!”
Next, he observed the second figure—the middle-aged man. Fine cracks spiderwebbed from his brow, where his flesh had once been pierced.
Even his forehead bone had been shattered, though his body had instinctively healed over time.
“What a brutal battle. Even beings this powerful could fall. How cruel fate is,” Shi Hao muttered.
If even such supreme figures could be slain, what kind of chaotic era had it been?
He felt that these individuals must have been leaders, the guiding lights of their times. Yet, their ends were so tragic—mercilessly cut down.
“From which era did they come?” Shi Hao studied their attire but found no answers.
Only one set of robes seemed familiar—likely from the late Immortal Ancient Era, as he had glimpsed during his dream journey to that time.
The others were untraceable.
One figure even wore armor crafted from polished stone slabs, strung together with immortal metal cords—a primitive yet formidable design.
Shi Hao’s eyes burned with desire, but his heart remained solemn. This was peerless armor, offering unimaginable defense.
The mere fact that it used immortal metal as thread spoke volumes.
“Did the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art exist even in the previous epoch—or earlier?” he wondered.
Alternatively, perhaps these six ancient beings had been discovered by later generations and arranged into these stances to demonstrate the supreme art.
“This one!” Suddenly, Shi Hao noticed the sixth figure. His brow was peculiar—despite the passage of an epoch, a faint light occasionally flickered there.
“A Sin Blood Mark?” Shi Hao was stunned. Was this an ancestor of the Sin Blood lineage? That symbol on his brow confirmed it!
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