The ground was littered with corpses, the earth stained crimson with blood. The sight of this battlefield was utterly staggering. Who were these fallen warriors?
Where did they come from? It looked as though a great battle had just ended, yet why did no one in the outside world know of it? Could this place be connected to some strange and vast realm?
Shi Hao and the golden ant were both dumbfounded, finding the scene unbelievable. At the same time, a chill ran down their spines—this place was far too dangerous.
To them, these massive corpses belonged to supreme beings, any one of whom could shake the world if they appeared outside.
These beings belonged to numerous races, many of which were unlike those seen in the present era, though some similarities existed.
“What’s going on? If not for the blood still steaming, I’d think we’d traveled back to the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, witnessing the apocalyptic aftermath of the final battle,” the little ant muttered.
Shi Hao nodded in solemn agreement.
He truly couldn’t imagine any force in the current era capable of mobilizing so many experts. Only a war of annihilation could involve such numbers.
But how could the two of them have ended up in such a place?
It made no sense!
“Something’s off. The combined blood qi of so many supreme beings should be enough to tear apart the heavens and earth, yet this place is eerily quiet,” Shi Hao remarked.
In his eyes, these colossal creatures were terrifying, many of them apex predators of the food chain. Yet now they lay strewn across the battlefield, their blood qi not as sharp as it should be.
“Let’s get closer and take a look,” the golden ant suggested.
They were already standing in the midst of this vast battlefield, their feet soaked in crimson blood.
Shi Hao crouched down, carefully dipping his finger into a small pool of blood to examine it. The moment he sensed it, he was shocked.
The essence within the blood was gone!
Even the baleful aura and other mysterious energies it once contained had vanished, leaving behind nothing of its former potency.
What had happened?
These creatures were clearly immensely powerful—how could their blood be so lifeless, devoid of spiritual energy and the sharp killing intent it should possess?
Next, Shi Hao climbed onto the corpse of a golden storm ape, as massive as a mountain, its skull shattered. Extracting its blood, he found it, too, lacked any spiritual essence.
He then selected several other formidable beings, inspecting them one by one, only to find the same result—their blood, though glowing faintly, was tainted and devoid of divine power, completely at odds with their status as supreme beings.
What was going on?
Both Shi Hao and the Heavenly Horned Ant were baffled. After exchanging glances, they decided to press forward, determined to uncover the truth.
The battlefield was unimaginably vast, stretching endlessly into the horizon. No matter how far they ran, they couldn’t see its end. The ground was littered with the corpses of countless powerful beings from various races.
“This is truly unbelievable. Unless this was the final battle of an era, how could so many experts have fallen?”
Corpses piled like mountains, blood flowing like rivers—this was no exaggeration, but the grim reality before their eyes.
The devastation was staggering. Some corpses were as large as mountains, even rivaling stars, while others were mere feet in length—all belonging to rare and mighty races.
Along their path, valleys and basins were entirely filled with the blood of these colossal beings, forming vast lakes of gore.
Such a sight was unheard of, only recorded in ancient texts.
“At the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, the final cataclysmic battle was like this—the entire world was slaughtered into silence, with nearly all life extinguished,” the little ant murmured.
It grew increasingly convinced that this was the aftermath of an apocalypse.
Transforming into two streaks of light, they raced toward the horizon, eager to see the full extent of the battlefield and gauge the scale of the slaughter.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, both Shi Hao and the Heavenly Horned Ant shuddered, sensing something amiss. It was as if doomsday had arrived—their souls trembled, on the verge of collapse.
What was happening?
The sensation was terrifying, striking without warning, as if an immense danger had materialized out of thin air.
“Ahead!” Shi Hao concluded after a moment of contemplation.
The two pressed on, speeding across the battlefield for thousands of miles until they finally understood the cause.
Three thousand miles ahead, thick columns of smoke-like energy surged into the heavens, piercing through the firmament and reaching into the cosmos!
What was that?
One after another, massive crimson beams, vast beyond measure, tore through the sky, vanishing into the depths of space.
The sheer terror of their presence was suffocating even from thousands of miles away, compelling submission—even worship!
Shi Hao was awestruck, his mind roiling with shock. Never before had he witnessed such a spectacle—this was undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary sights in history.
“What is that?” The golden ant trembled, forcing itself to stare at the distant phenomenon.
It couldn’t believe that something so far away could still shake its soul.
“Could those be… streams of blood essence?” the ant whispered, its voice hoarse with dread.
“Exactly—those are torrents of supreme blood qi!” Shi Hao affirmed.
Despite the horrifying sight, they had to accept it as reality, not some mirage.
Countless beams of blood qi piercing the heavens—what kind of concept was that? What kind of grandeur? Unprecedented in history!
It meant that sheer blood qi alone could rend the sky and shatter the firmament—a testament to supreme power, and not just from one being, but from an entire host of them.
Ahead, each beam of blood qi was unique, surging skyward like smoke from a signal fire, differing in color and resonance.
Shi Hao was utterly stunned, speechless.
The reason their souls quaked and their hearts trembled lay before them.
Could they still advance?
After a moment of hesitation, Shi Hao and the golden ant steeled themselves and pressed forward.
Finally, they saw it—even from a thousand miles away, the pressure was unbearable, as if their very bodies would explode.
The blood qi surged from the corpses, rising into the void, so powerful it severed stars in the outer realms!
Shi Hao was dumbfounded. What kind of scene was this?
Not just one beam of blood qi, but countless, all converging, forming immense pillars of energy that tore through the cosmos and brought down celestial bodies.
A chill ran down Shi Hao’s spine. If these blood qi beams hadn’t been directed outward, the entire battlefield would have been obliterated. It was both eerie and horrifying.
That area was untouchable.
The blood qi churned and intertwined, forming the most formidable barrier in existence—an impassable forbidden zone.
Here, the blood still retained its spiritual essence, its divine power intact.
The battlefield was packed with countless fallen experts, their sheer numbers creating this terrifying phenomenon.
The ground there cracked, mountains shook—even in death, these beings were awe-inspiring.
“We can’t go any further. The blood essence of these corpses still lingers, sealing off the heavens and earth. No one can breach it,” the golden ant said.
Who had killed them? That was the greatest question in Shi Hao’s mind. And who were these fallen warriors?
“Wuu…”
Suddenly, a mournful wail echoed in the distance, shaking the space for hundreds of thousands of miles. Shi Hao and the golden ant froze, unable to move a muscle.
Their scalps prickled, cold sweat pouring from their bones. They were paralyzed, fingers stiff.
What was that?
The eerie sound wasn’t loud or piercing, yet it was utterly soul-shaking, instilling deep terror.
An ordinary person would have collapsed on the spot, unable to endure.
Even their souls felt on the verge of cracking under the invisible pressure.
At the horizon, a vast black hurricane appeared, so immense it blotted out the sky.
Wherever it passed, the blood qi was devoured. The towering pillars of energy, which had once pierced the heavens, were now disrupted, their ascent cut short.
How terrifying! Those blood qi beams could sever stars, yet they were being swallowed by this black tempest.
Before long, the hurricane dissipated, revealing an object—dark as the abyss, hovering in the sky like a dim black sun.
It was a pot, no more than a foot long, yet its presence was suffocating, as if it could annihilate the entire world.
“What is that?” Shi Hao muttered, still immobilized by fear.
“By the heavens… does that legendary thing truly exist?” the golden ant gasped in disbelief.
“You recognize it?” Shi Hao asked, startled.
“I’m not certain, but it resembles the artifact of myth. They said it didn’t exist, yet its appearance and aura… it must be it!”
“What is it?” Shi Hao pressed urgently.
The golden ant paled, swallowing hard as it glanced at the sea of corpses and then at the black pot.
“The Immortal-Refining Pot.”
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