Chapter 1298: The Ultimate Trial Ground

This is highly unusual. Just upon stepping onto the path, we witnessed Old Skin falling, screaming incessantly in the most harrowing manner. Yet now, why has it gone silent?

Only a few dozen steps remain before leaving the path. Flight is impossible in this area—one must walk.

Above, traces of the Great Dao loom like a Thunder Pool. To trespass is to be reduced to ashes.

“He’s about to enter. What lies within?”

Behind him, many watched intently, even more anxious than Shi Hao himself, eager to glimpse the wonders within the ultimate trial grounds.

Yet, if Shi Hao took a few more steps inward, they would lose sight of him, for he would round the bend and enter the heart of the domain!

Taking a deep breath, Shi Hao steadied his spirit, making all necessary preparations. Glancing at the tiny ant on his shoulder, he asked, “Ready?”

“Let’s go!” The Heavenly Horned Ant was resolute. For the sake of the Indestructible Scripture, it was willing to risk everything.

One step, two steps…

After five steps, the stars reversed, the heavens and earth transformed—everything changed!

**Boom!**

Mountains crumbled, colossal peaks roared, unleashing beams of the Great Dao. Chains of divine order descended, slashing toward Shi Hao, barring his path forward.

As expected, danger had arrived!

Shi Hao had long known this wouldn’t be smooth sailing. From the very beginning, he had sensed the eerie anomalies—how could the final steps be peaceful?

With a furious roar, Shi Hao unleashed his full power. His body blazed with runes and lightning, his wings of the Kun Peng manifesting as he clashed against the chains of order raining from the peaks.

**Clang!**

Sparks erupted. The crowd gasped as Shi Hao’s fists, hard as immortal metal, collided with a silver chain, producing a deafening screech.

That was a chain of the Great Dao, thick as a sea bowl—an incarnation of order—yet he had blocked it with his bare flesh!

**Crack!**

Shi Hao roared, his might surging. His fist seals shattered over a dozen chains, reducing them to fragments.

**Splat!**

Yet these were chains of the Great Dao, embodiments of rules. Some were absurdly powerful, striking unpredictably. One emerged from the void, piercing Shi Hao’s shoulder, drawing blood instantly.

“Fang is wounded!”

The crowd was horrified. Shi Hao’s strength was undeniable—peerless in his realm—yet even he had been injured here.

Would he die? The odds were grim. Since ancient times, none had ever returned alive—at least not in this era!

**Whoosh!**

Another black chain descended like a venomous serpent, aiming for the back of Shi Hao’s skull.

**Snap!**

Without turning, he seized it mid-air and tore it apart.

Onlookers saw symbols flickering between his fingers—his own divine techniques, clashing against the chains of order.

“Kill!” The golden ant on his shoulder bellowed, aiding his defense, fists swinging to counter the rules.

**Boom!**

A storm of light erupted. Countless chains rained down like ten thousand venomous dragons, engulfing Shi Hao.

He expanded his sole heavenly passage, forming an impenetrable barrier. At the last moment, he compressed it into a singularity—then unleashed it.

**Boom!**

A deafening explosion. The gates within his body burst open, stimulated by the external pressure, releasing terrifying power.

In the sky, countless chains shattered.

The sight was awe-inspiring. Witnesses realized Fang’s dominance over Zi Ri Tian Jun was no fluke—it was inevitable.

He was too formidable, single-handedly breaking so many chains of order.

Anyone else would have been impaled long ago.

Silence fell over the void, accompanied by divine phenomena.

A rain of light descended, as if celestial beings were ascending. Paired with the corpses seated on the mountain, their eyes fixed below, and the ghostly figures by the ancient coffin, the scene turned eerily sinister.

Something was falling—feathers, massive as heavenly blades, slashing toward Shi Hao.

These were remnants from the coffin, some previously caught on cliffs, now awakening.

Alongside them came scales, cold and gleaming.

**Clang!**

Shi Hao struck with full force, yet these relics were indestructible—remnants of a supreme being, perhaps one who had neared immortality before perishing in calamity.

Pressing forward, Shi Hao endured the pressure, smashing feathers and scales while dodging collapsing boulders.

These objects bore runes, defying mortal logic!

**Boom!**

His arms numbed upon impact—the boulders were engraved with indestructible patterns.

**Shing!**

At the critical moment, Shi Hao drew his sword, its blade erupting like a cascade of starlight.

**Slash! Slash!**

He wielded the Great Luo Immortal Sword, cleaving through feathers and scales. He couldn’t afford to waste energy here—greater dangers awaited within.

**Clang!**

Feathers shattered, scales split, their fragments gleaming coldly.

Meanwhile, from the mountain, the coffin emitted ghostly wails, chilling to the bone.

The crowd paled. Would those horrors descend?

To them, Shi Hao was audacious beyond measure, pressing forward despite the spectral gaze upon him.

**Thud!**

Then, from the sky, an eagle-headed humanoid descended—a crimson-winged figure wielding a broken, bloodied spear.

That weapon radiated immortal energy, its power overwhelming.

Shi Hao’s expression darkened. Was this still a trial?

The foe wielded a weapon of ruinous might, possibly a fractured immortal artifact.

This was a death trap. Now he believed—this was no longer a trial ground, but a place of mutation!

**Whoosh!**

In the final moment, Shi Hao hurled his sword skyward.

**Boom!**

Unexpectedly, the Great Luo Immortal Sword erupted with radiant light, like an immortal ascension, before detonating.

“Ah—!”

A shrill scream echoed as foul blood rained down. The eagle-headed figure fled back to the cliffs.

The sword fell, returning to Shi Hao’s grasp.

“What just happened?” He was baffled. The sword’s eruption had been too swift to comprehend.

This confirmed his suspicion—this sword, rumored to have been unearthed from an ancient mine, held extraordinary origins.

Now, the path lay still.

As Shi Hao stepped forward, no obstacles remained.

Then, he vanished from sight, entering the trial’s deepest reaches.

“Fang has entered!”

“Will he succeed? Will he return alive?”

The crowd buzzed with excitement. After ages, another had ventured into the ultimate trial grounds. The first step was complete—but survival remained uncertain.

None left. All waited for the outcome.

Regardless, Shi Hao’s name would be etched into the annals of the North Sea Stone Forest, never to be forgotten.

Shi Hao had arrived—at the ultimate trial grounds!

At first glance, he froze, petrified by the sight before him.

For what lay ahead was staggering.

A desolate expanse stretched endlessly, shrouded in black mist, exuding an aura of mystery and dread.

The ground was littered with corpses—too many to count.

Most chillingly, these beings seemed freshly slain, their blood still pooling, bodies warm.

The earth ran red, rivers of blood flowing.

Many of these creatures were colossal, their forms unfamiliar.

They clutched weapons, most shattered.

This was a battlefield—a vast, final battleground!

A divine bird, resembling a Celestial Azure Roc, lay massive as a mountain, its brow pierced by a colossal arrow.

A golden ape, ten thousand zhang tall with a crocodile’s tail, its skull crushed by a staff, brains splattered, soul extinguished.

A dragon-like being with eight heads, its colossal form coiled around a peak, severed into a dozen pieces by a broken sword still embedded in the stone.

The scene was gruesome. Mighty beings lay slain, weapons embedded in their flesh.

Most horrifying—this battle seemed recent. The blood of these titans still steamed, their bodies warm.

How could this be?

Instinct told Shi Hao these beings were unfathomably powerful—a gathering of supreme experts.

Why did such a place exist? Had the battle just ended? Had the survivors only just departed?

Treading through the blood, Shi Hao advanced cautiously, determined to uncover the truth at the heart of this nightmare.