Just like his, those symbols were bizarre and dazzling, capable of projecting into the void and shattering clouds!
Of course, the man’s brow couldn’t possibly be radiant now—after all, he had long been dead. Only occasionally did it flicker, illuminating a cluster of glyphs.
“My ancestor?!” Shi Hao’s heart was anything but calm. He was shocked—among these six supreme experts, one was actually a so-called “sin-blooded” individual.
Naturally, he didn’t acknowledge the term “sin-blooded.” That was merely the label used by some in the three thousand provinces. In truth, Shi Hao firmly believed it was a mark of glory, one that stood supreme.
He remembered clearly—there were Seven Kings of the Borderlands, whose merits towered over the ages, guarding the frontiers with unparalleled achievements that eclipsed both past and present.
Among these six figures, each was a peerless expert. That one of them bore a mysterious symbol on his brow—a mark of that very bloodline—and still held a place among them only further proved the point.
“How did he die?” Shi Hao wanted to know.
He circled the man once, his heart surging with overwhelming emotions. He sensed an aura of ancient sorrow and a bloody, visceral presence.
The man bore no visible wounds, appearing flawless.
But when Shi Hao activated his Heavenly Eye, he saw that beneath the skin, the man’s body was riddled with injuries—broken bones, severed tendons, wounds too grievous to count.
Most strikingly, his skull was covered in countless cracks, and his crown had once been shattered.
Shi Hao sucked in a cold breath. What kind of battle had this man endured back then? Why was it so tragic, so desolate?
Then, through further observation with his Heavenly Eye, he uncovered more. Between the flesh and skin were broken arrow shafts, snapped spearheads, shattered sword tips—countless remnants of weapons.
Shi Hao was stunned, a suffocating sense of sorrow pressing down on him. This was too cruel.
In an instant, he seemed to hear the deafening roar of battle, as if witnessing a scene—an ancient battlefield teeming with experts, stars being struck from the sky, the fight reaching a fever pitch.
A peerless master was surrounded, cutting through the fray. Yet, bathed in divine light and shrouded in immortal mist, his path was repeatedly blocked.
His body was pierced with weapons, drenched in blood, yet he refused to yield, fighting relentlessly until his last drop of blood was spilled, until he fell in battle.
Behind him stood a city—ancient, ruined, as if on the verge of being wiped from existence.
But because of his blood-soaked struggle, the city endured, standing lonely and desolate in the cold wind, beneath the flicker of dying candles.
Shi Hao was shaken. He recognized it at a glance—it was the Borderlands!
That city was identical to the one he had seen in the vision atop the black ancient ship’s altar. It was the very same.
“Could this man be one of the Seven Kings who guarded the Borderlands?” Shi Hao was thunderstruck, staring at the corpse, his emotions surging uncontrollably.
He didn’t know whether to grieve or rejoice. He had encountered a figure of legend—yet only as a lifeless body.
Without needing to ponder deeply, Shi Hao knew how brutal that ancient battle must have been. Stars had shattered, falling in droves, and this man had stood alone against countless foes, repelling them.
Yet in the end, he had fallen. After all, the opposing side was steeped in immortal energy, wielding supreme treasures, their ranks filled with unimaginable powerhouses.
After a long silence, Shi Hao bowed deeply to the ancient corpse, sighing softly. Even such a mighty hero had eventually passed.
He wondered—from what era were the Seven Kings of the Borderlands? How many still remained?
How had this man ended up in the Primordial Ancient Mine? Who had buried him here?
These were all unknowns, impossible to deduce for now.
Shi Hao steadied his emotions, forcing himself to calm down. He set aside these thoughts and focused instead on enlightenment—how could he grasp the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art?
This was the legacy of the Supreme Hall, once revered across the world. He *had* to obtain it!
Yet no matter how he activated his bone texts, no matter how many times he tried, the place remained eerily silent. The earlier chanting did not return.
“Perhaps… that thing can trigger it?” Shi Hao murmured.
He thought of an ancient beast-hide scroll—not a physical one, but a mental imprint he had obtained in the Void God Realm.
During a battle long ago, he had acquired a beast hide there. It bore not only the sword intent of a single blade of grass but also a sealed pocket of space containing fragments of text, including the words “Six Paths.”
Later, when his cultivation had progressed enough, he had unsealed the hide, eager to uncover its secrets.
But despite his hopes, he had been disappointed.
The sealed hide contained only broken, incomplete text—far from a complete scripture.
He suspected it was a fragment of the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art!
Yet the fragments were too scattered, impossible to cultivate. He had no choice but to set it aside.
Now, recalling this, Shi Hao began tracing characters in the air, one stroke after another, attempting to reconstruct the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art.
And indeed—there was a reaction.
As he inscribed those fragmented glyphs, the black ancient hall trembled, emitting a tremendous resonance.
The sound shook Shi Hao to his core, his blood churning as if his body might explode.
The entire hall resonated in harmony. Then, the six supreme experts began to glow, ripples of light spreading from them, transforming into chanting.
“It works!” Shi Hao’s face lit up with excitement. A lost ancient art was about to unfold before him!
But soon, his brow furrowed again. Though the chanting was grand, it was muddled and difficult to decipher.
Shi Hao was both startled and dismayed. Why was this happening? He could only catch fragments of the scripture—the rest was indistinct, drowned in a thunderous roar of the Great Dao that threatened to shatter both body and spirit.
The incomplete scripture he had brought couldn’t fully awaken the flawless ancient text!
Shi Hao sighed in frustration. He had come so far, overcoming countless dangers—without the Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram, he would have perished long ago. Yet now, it seemed he would leave empty-handed.
Meanwhile, the outside world was abuzz with speculation.
The faint chanting had resumed, and the geniuses of the Heavenly Deity Institution watched with envy. To them, this could only mean an unparalleled scripture was about to emerge.
But alas, it had nothing to do with them.
Other major factions burned with desire but dared not enter the ancient mine, powerless to claim it.
“What’s so special? Senior Brother Lü Tuo and the others all wield supreme heavenly arts—true invincible techniques. Even if a scripture emerges from the Primordial Ancient Mine, it might not compare!”
“Exactly. The world isn’t lacking in scriptures. This so-called ancient art might not hold a candle to the most terrifying techniques of our era.”
“Indeed. There are several heavenly arts still extant. Even if an ancient scripture surfaces here, it may pale in comparison!”
Outside, the young elites whispered among themselves. Born into prestigious backgrounds, they knew many secrets—especially regarding cultivation arts.
From what they understood, several peerless geniuses already possessed ancient heavenly arts.
Back in the Primordial Ancient Mine, Shi Hao was still racking his brain.
Finally, his expression darkened as he stared at his “sin-blooded ancestor.”
Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “I have no choice but to take the risk!”
The next moment, his brow glowed. He activated his “sin-blood,” channeling his most potent blood energy to manifest the symbol on his forehead, imprinting it into the void.
In an instant, boundless radiance erupted, divine light piercing the heavens. The space blazed with brilliance.
He hoped this symbol would resonate with the one on the brow of the deceased peerless expert, creating an opportunity.
**BOOM!**
Indeed, though the supreme expert had long perished, the mark on his brow remained, unextinguished. Now, it awakened, resonating in harmony.
Like a tidal wave, a vast ripple of energy spread, engulfing the entire hall.
The corpse’s brow shone brilliantly as an ancient symbol materialized.
Man and corpse faced each other, their symbols like long-lost kin, manifesting and resonating with thunderous intensity.
**Whoosh!**
The symbol on the peerless expert’s brow dissolved into rippling light, cascading down to envelop the space in dazzling splendor.
Then, the symbol multiplied, scattering like rain, submerging the corpse in a shower of luminous glyphs—sacred and transcendent.
The symbol was *everywhere.*
The mark on Shi Hao’s brow mirrored it, and an inexplicable force drew him toward the corpse, as if the two were merging.
**BOOM!**
The impact was more terrifying than a collapsing mountain or a roaring sea.
A beam of light shot from Shi Hao’s brow, linking with the symbol on the other’s forehead—and in that moment, *everything changed.*
It was as if a hundred lifetimes passed in an instant, or like the first light of dawn breaking.
Colors swirled, divine harmonies reverberated.
Shi Hao’s ears rang as if struck by a colossal bell, the resonance shaking his very soul. The Great Dao’s truths poured into his consciousness, profound and deafening—this was supreme enlightenment.
Now, everything was different. Shi Hao and the peerless expert were in sync, and the chanting reached his ears—clear, vivid, and complete.
He listened, enraptured.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art was unraveling before him, revealed to a lone young man!
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