“You…” Although the man’s body had been split in two, he was still alive, his face deathly pale, trembling with a mix of shock and terror.
He wanted to scream, to curse, but he didn’t dare—afraid that this demon-like figure would finish him off completely. Yet, resentment still burned in his heart.
He knew this man was strong. Rumors said he might have truly slain the Three-Headed King—though the likelihood was slim, and Mo Dao was more likely the killer—but it still spoke volumes about his extraordinary nature.
There was just one thing: this man wore the *King Kong Ring* on his head, binding him to the Wang Clan for life. There was no way he could resist, for with a single command, the ring could strangle his primordial spirit!
Not just anyone could wear the *King Kong Ring*. Only the most exceptional talents, the most formidable prodigies, were deemed worthy of such a measure by the Wang Clan. Once placed, unless one was of the Wang bloodline, it could never be removed.
That was why this man dared to rage so boldly.
“Are you from the Wang Clan?” Shi Hao asked, stepping forward one slow pace at a time, his gaze icy. This man had the audacity to look down on him, treating him as a mere servant—he deserved death.
“Y-you—don’t act recklessly!” The man on the ground blustered weakly, his fear palpable. This ruthless figure acted decisively, and the killing intent radiating from him made his entire body tremble.
“Reckless? You dare threaten *me*?!” Shi Hao closed the distance and planted a foot on the man’s chest, pressing down just enough to make his ribs creak ominously, on the verge of shattering completely.
Blood gushed from the man’s mouth, his face ashen. “Let’s talk this out!” he screamed.
“Speak!” Shi Hao commanded, his tone leaving no doubt—this was an interrogation. He didn’t care if it meant tearing off all pretenses.
The onlookers sighed. This man wasn’t even a student of the Celestial Academy, just a follower—how could he be so terrifyingly strong? It was almost unnatural.
And now, it was clear: the Wang Clan had overplayed their hand and might have just kicked an iron plate.
“I think… he’s not actually from the Wang Clan, just affiliated,” someone finally spoke up, trying to mediate, afraid Shi Hao would lose control.
“So just a worthless minion!” Shi Hao said coldly. With a *bang*, he kicked out, and the man’s upper body exploded midair.
“Ah—!” A scream rang out. He wasn’t dead—only his head remained, flying through the air in agony.
At the Heavenly Deity Realm, one could regenerate flesh. Though grievously wounded and his vitality severely depleted, he could still survive.
The crowd knew that, in such a public setting, outright slaughter was rare—after all, the academy’s elders were watching from the shadows.
“*Hehe*…” Princess Yao Yue appeared, clapping her hands with a bright smile. “Bold! That’s how it should be done. The Wang Clan has gone too far. Brother, why not join me? I’ll help you find a way to remove that *King Kong Ring*.”
Her family had long been at odds with the Wang Clan.
At that moment, a flash of light shimmered on the altar—Wang Xi had returned. As she approached, she took in the scene and frowned.
She recognized the man—now just a head—as a genius from a family closely tied to the Wangs, nearly killed by Shi Hao.
A shrewd woman, she didn’t speak immediately, instead observing the situation as others watched her reaction.
The crowd grew thicker, the troublemakers wailing as Mo Dao plundered their spoils.
“Brother, what happened? Why such brutality?” Wang Xi finally asked, her tone measured. After all, this man was connected to her clan.
“Brother, with your talent, you could thrive anywhere. I, Yao Yue, formally invite you,” the princess interjected, grinning as if delighting in the chaos.
“It’s nothing,” Shi Hao replied casually, surprising many with his sudden calm.
This time, everyone had reaped great rewards from their mystical journey, returning laden with treasures.
Yet, as Mo Dao sifted through the loot, he couldn’t help but sigh. Some had undergone rebirth, others had their cultivation skyrocketed—their fortunes were astounding.
But these boons were one-time consumables. Those who had ingested remnants of immortal herbs couldn’t regurgitate them. Those who had bathed in diluted blood of divine beasts had strengthened their bodies, but the true essence couldn’t be extracted.
Mo Dao burned with envy, nearly maddened. Though these were mere scraps and diluted ancient blood, their origins were legendary—yet beyond his and Shi Hao’s grasp.
Listening nearby, Shi Hao twitched at the corners of his mouth, equally regretful.
“What?! You saw an *Immortal Pill of Undying*?!” Mo Dao roared upon hearing the news, grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him off the ground.
The crowd erupted. The *Immortal Pill of Undying*—a supreme elixir of immortality! Just one dose could grant eternal life.
Who wouldn’t covet it? Who wouldn’t burn with jealousy?
Breathing heavily, many stared at the man, ready to pounce. If he had consumed it, they wouldn’t hesitate to refine him back into medicine.
“I only saw it—a fleeting glimpse. It was alive, soaring through the air, fragrant, just as the ancient texts described—capable of flight and evasion,” the man explained bitterly.
He had found an alchemy furnace, but inside were only ashes, which he consumed as medicinal powder. The effects were staggering—his body exuded fragrance, undergoing a metamorphosis.
But hidden within those ashes had been the *Immortal Pill of Undying*. When he disturbed the furnace, radiant light burst forth, and the pill vanished into the sky.
“I regret it so much! I should’ve sealed the furnace immediately—then I would’ve had it!” He beat his chest in frustration.
He had tried to take the furnace but failed.
“*Sigh*…” Not just Mo Dao and Shi Hao, but everyone else lamented, shaking their heads helplessly.
Mo Dao continued his “exchange,” interrogating each subdued foe. His face grew redder—part fury, part despair.
Still, there were gains.
“*Jade Scripture!*”
When a violet scripture emerged, even Shi Hao was stunned, rushing forward instantly.
The jade slab glowed, wreathed in purple mist, ethereal and sacred. Faint scripture chants echoed from within.
How could Shi Hao not be shocked? During the great battle of the Three Thousand Provinces, the ultimate treasures within the ancient immortal ruins were *Jade Scriptures*—dozens of them, each buried in an ancient coffin.
Yet few had succeeded in retrieving them. Even Shi Hao had only managed to seize one through trickery and force.
Now, here was another—and before long, Mo Dao uncovered a second one.
Shi Hao inhaled sharply. If all the returnees were searched, more might surface.
“Immortal Dao Scriptures? Two at once? *Hahaha*… What joyous news!”
Laughter boomed as several elders emerged, unable to remain hidden any longer.
Shi Hao and Mo Dao, each gripping a scripture, exchanged uneasy glances. They had just obtained them—how could they bear to hand them over?
Unlike the scriptures from the Three Thousand Provinces, these didn’t attempt to flee. The jade remained warm and docile.
“You don’t recognize the script, nor can you open them. Leave them with us for safekeeping. The academy will reward you handsomely,” one elder said kindly.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. No reward could compare to these scriptures!
“Relax. As elders, we wouldn’t seize your treasures. We merely wish to study them, decipher the text, and share the knowledge with you later,” another elder explained with a smile.
The crowd buzzed with excitement.
Immortal Dao Scriptures—who wouldn’t covet them?
“Has everyone returned?” an elder asked, eager to return and study the ancient texts.
With no choice, Shi Hao and Mo Dao surrendered the scriptures.
Yet Shi Hao’s heart stirred. He still possessed one from the Three Thousand Provinces. This time, he *would* master the ancient script!
The thought made his pulse race. With that knowledge, he might unlock even greater fortunes.
“Elders stealing from students!” The little rabbit spoke up bluntly, fearless as ever.
“Don’t speak nonsense. This is merely temporary research,” someone chided.
After a long wait, the altar dimmed—no more returnees. The living had all arrived.
“Let’s go!”
An elder summoned a golden path stretching countless miles, bridging the stars to the continent’s edge.
The group was swept onto the path, soaring into the distance until they reached an ancient battleship.
Boarding the vessel, they embarked on their journey home.
As stars flashed past and galaxies receded, the massive ship traversed the cosmos.
Behind them, on the floating island, a shadowy figure murmured, “The Immortal Dao Scriptures emerge across the realms. The great era begins—will it end in sorrow, or will it blaze with glory?”
Time flowed.
The ship emerged from the ancient land, arriving at Boundless Heaven before leaping through space, finally returning to the Celestial Academy.
Thus, the journey concluded.
But the storm was far from over. Whether it was Shi Hao’s rumored slaying of the Three-Headed King or the emergence of the Immortal Dao Scriptures, the ripples would spread far and wide.
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