The phoenix’s cry was piercing, capable of splitting metal and shattering stone. The resplendent Celestial Phoenix soared through the skies, trailing flames that engulfed the heavens as it twisted and turned, relentlessly striking.
Shi Hao’s body crackled with arcs of lightning, radiant to the extreme. By the end, it formed a sea of thunder, clashing against the flames like towering waves crashing against the shore.
They battled from the heavens to the earth, then back into the clouds, locked in a fierce struggle, blood occasionally splattering down.
The Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Spell clashed against the Ancient Celestial Phoenix’s secret technique—a confrontation of thunder and fire, a pinnacle divine battle. The two fought fiercely, drenched in blood, neither willing to yield.
This was an exceptionally terrifying opponent for Shi Hao, forcing him to exert his full strength. Even his body bore fine cracks, his flesh splitting—something unheard of, given his body was as hard as divine metal, capable of shattering ordinary artifacts upon impact.
Shi Hao’s physique was now at the peak of refinement, his fleshly treasures unlocked, his body pushed to the limit. Yet, under the Celestial Phoenix’s claws, his blood still flowed freely.
Indeed, the Celestial Phoenix’s talons were terrifying, capable of rending anything. The skies shattered beneath them like fragile tofu.
Each strike caused explosions in the air—who could withstand such devastating attacks? An ordinary person would be reduced to pulp instantly, their bones shattered, their defenses meaningless.
The onlookers were stunned. The infamous “Desolate,” known for his indomitable physique, was actually injured. The disciples of the Celestial Deity Academy watched grimly, realizing the depths of the Immortal Academy’s prowess—a true dragon’s den and phoenix’s nest, home to unparalleled geniuses.
Yet, they also noticed Yu Wudi was injured, his lips tightly pressed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He suppressed it, but the damage was done.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao transformed into the sovereign of the lightning sea, his punches growing fiercer and more domineering, clashing head-on with the Celestial Phoenix’s talons. Despite the cracks in his flesh and the blood spilling, he pressed on relentlessly.
Thunderbolts as thick as mountains surged forth, his fists blazing like divine hammers, smashing toward his opponent.
**Spurt!**
Finally, Yu Wudi could no longer hold back, vomiting a mouthful of blood as he staggered from the impact.
“**Kill!**”
Shi Hao’s voice thundered, shaking the void. His fists grew even more radiant, like divine hammers capable of crushing the heavens and earth.
**Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!**
Yu Wudi coughed up five more mouthfuls of blood, staining the sky crimson as he swayed unsteadily.
At the same time, five deep claw marks appeared on Shi Hao’s body, one so deep that bone was nearly visible.
Both were grievously wounded—a true mutual destruction.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged three hundred blows, neither gaining the upper hand, their bodies littered with wounds.
**Whoosh!**
The killing intent receded as flames of rebirth surged around Yu Wudi. His wounds healed rapidly, the spilled blood reversing its flow, seeping back into his skin.
The spectators were dumbfounded. In a single breath, his vitality was restored.
How could one fight such an opponent?
With the Ancient Celestial Phoenix’s secret technique, Yu Wudi was nigh invincible—any injury could be healed instantly, keeping him at peak condition.
**Rustle!**
Golden ripples shimmered as Shi Hao, too, underwent a transformation. Above his head, a golden willow tree, barely a foot tall, materialized. Its branches and buds gleamed like gold, drawing upon the essence of heaven and earth to replenish him.
“**Huh?**” Many widened their eyes in shock.
This was the Willow God’s Treasure Spell—its innate ability not only to manifest golden chains of order but also to heal.
Originally, Shi Hao had learned this technique to comprehend the essence of life, seeking transcendence. But in battle, he had mostly used its offensive aspects.
Now, both combatants, once drained, were revitalized.
“**Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art!**”
Yu Wudi chanted, invoking a legendary technique from the Immortal Ancient Era—one of the most formidable arts of its time.
The heavens and earth inverted, the very fabric of reality twisting to crush Shi Hao.
Many gasped—this art was thought lost, taken by an invincible enemy from a foreign realm. Yet here it was, revived!
The Immortal Academy’s prowess was undeniable.
The so-called “Nine Revolutions” meant the world would overturn nine times, grinding everything within to dust.
Shi Hao was like a leaf in a storm, on the verge of being obliterated.
“**Six Paths Reincarnation!**”
As the world inverted, Shi Hao countered with his own heavenly art. Six mysterious gates opened in the void, diverting the crushing force into them.
Then, with a gesture, the absorbed power reversed, surging back toward Yu Wudi like a raging river, a roaring mountain, flooding the heavens.
The crowd trembled—how effortlessly he had countered the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art!
“**That was the Six Paths Reincarnation!**”
Even the hidden elders were moved. This ancient art was legendary, its wielder in the Immortal Ancient Era having dyed the heavens in blood, slaughtering enemies like harvested wheat.
Some said the fracturing of the ancient world into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was linked to this technique.
Indeed, the reversed force was overwhelming, forcing Yu Wudi to sever the connection, letting the power dissipate into the void.
“**That was just the first revolution. Eight more remain. Each turn amplifies the force—how will you withstand it?**” Yu Wudi sneered.
Though of average stature, he now exuded the aura of an invincible war god.
“**The second revolution?**” Shi Hao murmured, his eyes clear. “**The Six Paths Reincarnation has its own interpretations.**”
His hands formed seals, invoking the cycle of life and death—birth, aging, sickness, death—the six paths of reincarnation manifesting as a vortex, seeking to swallow Yu Wudi into eternal Reincarnation.
“**Has he truly inherited the legacy of the Supreme Hall? Was this destiny?**” whispered a cultivator from the Three Thousand Provinces, awestruck.
The two clashed in a battle of ultimate techniques.
Between them, divine power surged, rules intertwined, order chains weaving into a net of stars and celestial bodies.
This was a realm of dao, where order became the cosmos itself—stars shattered, comets streaked—a life-and-death struggle.
They transformed—into leaves, beasts, birds—only to be crushed and reborn again, their flesh torn asunder and restored.
A battle of the highest order!
Even Shi Hao fell into the rules of the Six Paths Reincarnation, while Yu Wudi was trapped in his Nine Revolutions. Thus, they cycled through forms, only to be annihilated anew.
Their bodies were pierced, relying on rebirth flames and the Willow God’s magic to heal—otherwise, both would have perished.
“**Is this real? Are they truly reincarnating?**” someone trembled.
“**Merely an illusion—but their bodies are indeed suffering grievous wounds,**” another discerned.
Finally, with a deafening explosion, they separated, bloodied and staggering—both severely wounded.
Silence fell.
Then—
“**ROAR!**”
Yu Wudi howled, his hair standing on end as his body swelled, transforming into an ancient beast.
His appearance was now horrifying—a creature so ferocious it seemed capable of slaughtering all life.
A wolf-like head, massive archaic bull horns, a third eye—and a body covered in black scales, with crimson fur between them.
Nine tails extended from his back, each ending in a draconic head, snarling and vicious.
“**Nine Netherworld Hound!**” someone screamed.
“**One of the Ten Calamities of legend!**”
The crowd erupted in shock.
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