What is the Refining Immortal Pot?
Just hearing the name, Shi Hao knew it must be something extraordinary—was it meant to refine all the immortals in the world?
The black pot was no more than half a foot long, suspended in the heavens. It was precisely its appearance that blocked the blood qi, preventing it from surging into the sky like smoke signals.
“The Refining Immortal Pot belongs to the other shore of the world. But according to legends, it never appeared during the great battles of the Immortal Ancient Era. Only the ancient elders knew of its existence, suspecting it might be real,” the golden little ant said.
“What?” Shi Hao was shocked. How ancient must it be if even in the Immortal Ancient Era, it was considered a legend—something the people of that era had never seen?
Yet now, it had appeared. What was its purpose?
Most importantly, it belonged to the foreign realm, coming from the other shore of the world. Did that mean this battlefield was connected to that world?!
Shi Hao shuddered, murmuring to himself, “Don’t tell me this is the Borderland!”
If so, this would be the place where the ancestors of the Shi Clan had fought, the edge of the world they had guarded.
“Woo…”
The black pot trembled, emitting a wailing sound like ghostly sobs, unsettling the mind and severely disturbing one’s emotions.
A terrifying event unfolded—the Refining Immortal Pot swayed, beginning to devour all the blood qi on the battlefield. Streaks of crimson light flew toward it.
Moments ago, the blood qi had surged skyward like smoke signals, but now it was being swallowed, rapidly absorbed into the pot.
Consider this: the combined blood qi was potent enough to sever entire constellations of stars, yet now it was effortlessly devoured, forcibly taken by the Refining Immortal Pot.
A chill ran down Shi Hao’s spine. Finally, he understood why so many corpses along the way had traces of blood but no lingering vitality.
All of it had been absorbed by the Refining Immortal Pot, the essence of their blood taken away!
The battlefield was vast, littered with countless corpses, yet all their blood essence had vanished—all because of this pot. How horrifying!
This was a weapon of slaughter, perhaps one of the most terrifying in history!
“Legends say the Refining Immortal Pot was wielded by the master of a supreme being from the other shore. Yet it never appeared in the previous era,” the golden little ant said, its voice trembling with unease.
According to the information it had received, that supreme being’s master had died early in the Immortal Ancient Era, having lived far too long before passing away during cultivation.
The pot had vanished with him—so why had it reappeared now?
“Something’s wrong. This feels very wrong. Is this really the present era? I refuse to believe there are so many corpses. Could it be… we’ve arrived at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era?” The Heavenly Horned Ant shook its head vigorously.
Shi Hao had considered the same possibility. Had they traversed a time passage upon entering the final trial ground, arriving at the ruined earth after the fall of the Immortal Ancient Era?
It was uncanny. Otherwise, how could there be so many corpses of such powerful beings?
Perhaps only the final cataclysmic battle of that era could have caused such devastation.
The Refining Immortal Pot hovered, greedily absorbing blood essence. Waves of crimson mist rose, vanishing into its depths. Who knew how vast a quantity of lifeblood it had taken?
Shi Hao was stunned. The little ant was petrified. Was this pot designed specifically to slaughter true immortals?
Its name was terrifying, its actions chilling!
“That pot doesn’t need the blood itself. It’s merely a vessel, storing the essence!” Shi Hao declared.
“This is horrifying. Is this the aftermath of the foreign realm’s victory over the Immortal Ancient Era, cleaning up the battlefield?” The little ant’s voice was bitter. The scene was too dreadful.
At the same time, it felt sorrow. So many lives had been buried here, unable to change the outcome—the Immortal Ancient Era had still fallen, annihilated by the foreign realm.
Such vast blood energy, countless elite warriors, the strongest of fighters—all perished here, their blood essence harvested in the end.
Whoosh!
Finally, the black Refining Immortal Pot tore through the void and vanished. Shi Hao and the little ant felt their bodies recover, no longer on the verge of shattering.
They stretched their limbs, circulated their blood, and exhaled deeply. When they looked back at the battlefield, their eyes dimmed with sorrow.
Indeed, as they pressed forward, they were no longer affected. The blood qi released by the corpses had been absorbed, leaving the battlefield undisturbed.
No longer could it sever stars—everything had returned to silence.
The corpses here had become like the first batch they’d encountered, devoid of divine power, reduced to mere lifeless husks.
“Why are we seeing this? We couldn’t have traveled to the end of the Immortal Ancient Era,” the little ant muttered, grief-stricken, thinking of its kin who had perished in that calamity.
Shi Hao pondered. “To obtain the Indestructible Scripture, we must undergo unimaginable trials. Perhaps we’re still within the trial without realizing it.”
The battlefield was quiet now. They pressed on, determined to reach the final destination and uncover its secrets.
After flying another tens of thousands of miles, a golden light shimmered ahead, sacred and serene, as if the most blissful paradise.
Yet nearby, a ripple of energy emerged—a terrifying beast appeared, ferocious and intimidating, exuding a powerful aura, its eyes cold and ruthless.
What creature was this?
It stood a hundred zhang tall, dwarfed by the battlefield’s corpses but no less fearsome. It resembled a lion, its body crimson as blood, with long, flowing fur.
On its sides were a pair of blood-red wings, resembling those of a phoenix.
“Blood Phoenix Lion!” the golden little ant gasped. Though not born in the Immortal Ancient Era, the puppet veterans had taught it much.
“Is it formidable?” Shi Hao asked.
“Extremely. It’s on par with the Void King Beast—a terror of the same rank!” the ant replied.
Shi Hao tensed. He had once battled a Void King Beast in the Immortal Battlefield—a creature no weaker than a young supreme with three immortal auras. Absolutely fearsome.
And now, here he was, facing another monstrous beast from the foreign realm.
According to the ant, the Blood Phoenix Lion was the offspring of a fallen blood phoenix and the “Fearless Lion” of the ancient monk lineage, possessing immense strength and peerless magic.
Such beasts were rare, but each was extraordinarily powerful!
“A living Blood Phoenix Lion—why is it here?!” Shi Hao stared at it.
“So, there are still stragglers. It seems cleaning the battlefield is necessary after all. Foolish creatures, why do you not kneel before me?” the Blood Phoenix Lion spoke.
Its hundred-zhang-tall body gleamed crimson, its pupils icy as it looked down at Shi Hao with disdain and murderous intent.
“Where is this? The foreign realm? The Immortal Ancient Era?” Shi Hao demanded quickly.
“I am the one speaking here. Failures have no right to question me. Submit or die!” the beast growled coldly.
Of course, their exchange was conducted through divine sense—otherwise, their languages would have been unintelligible.
“Hmm, a little ant too. Let me think… what race are you? Ah, the Heavenly Horned Ant, quite famous. I remember now—I ate one once. Its blood was delicious, though it was much larger than you. A true tonic, boosting my strength immensely,” the Blood Phoenix Lion said leisurely.
Its arrogance and mockery turned Shi Hao’s gaze icy. The little ant’s eyes reddened, nearly howling in fury.
“You ate a Heavenly Horned Ant?!” It nearly wept, thinking of its lost siblings, their bodies never recovered.
“Indeed. It looked just like you. Could it have been your kin?” the beast taunted with bloodthirsty glee.
“You’re dead!” Shi Hao roared, forming hand seals to attack.
“No! Let me do it! I’ll kill it myself! A mongrel like this could never have slain my brother—I’ll crush it with my own hands!” The little ant’s eyes burned crimson, consumed by rage.
Boom!
The next moment, its fists blazed with light as it lunged at the monstrous beast.
Meanwhile, in the distance, a mountain shimmered with golden radiance, multicolored light swirling. The sound of scriptures echoed faintly, and golden beast-hide pages seemed to flutter in the air above the peak.
“The Indestructible Scripture?!” Shi Hao murmured. If it was a scripture, it might be what he sought.
Boom!
At the same time, the Heavenly Horned Ant clashed with the Blood Phoenix Lion, their battle erupting in waves of divine power, shattering the void!
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