That was the Hall of Chaos!
Upon seeing it, the Blood Phoenix Lion’s crimson mane bristled instantly, its entire body erupting with a chilling aura. It wanted to turn and flee immediately.
Yet, it dared not leave without finding the corpse of He Wushuang. This young man had an extraordinary background, and even though the lion itself boasted noble bloodline, abandoning a young emperor crowned as “Peerless Under Heaven” would spell disaster.
Deep within the great fissure, the hall floated amidst the turbulent currents of space, accompanied by fragments of time and dense mists of chaos—utterly mystical.
Inside the wide-open doors of the hall, the Immortal-Refining Kettle stood motionless, exerting a suppressive force!
Golden Ant’s pupils emitted faint divine radiance. Never had it imagined that the terrifying demonic kettle would enter and confront other artifacts within.
“An immortal and supreme weapon—it’s inside, battling…” The Blood Phoenix Lion’s voice trembled, revealing the reason for its fear.
The level of that confrontation was too high. If the battle spilled out, the heavens would collapse, the earth would shatter, and all existence would be annihilated.
Golden Ant felt uneasy, recalling how it had witnessed the Immortal-Refining Kettle absorbing the essence of countless supreme beings not long ago.
Such an artifact was beyond defiance. Even in the ancient Immortal Era, it was said to have appeared only a handful of times before being lost forever.
Indeed, during the final cataclysmic battles of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it had never surfaced.
Now, its presence here seemed eerie.
Opposite the Immortal-Refining Kettle hovered a sword, its murderous aura overwhelming, causing the Hall of Chaos to tremble faintly as the two confronted each other.
It was the Great Luo Sword Embryo—blunt, heavy, unpolished, and dull in appearance, yet now radiating boundless ferocity.
Golden Ant was stunned. Wasn’t this sword Shi Hao’s? Unremarkable at first glance, how could it now dare to oppose the Immortal-Refining Kettle?
Clearly, in their final clash, Shi Hao and He Wushuang had exhausted all their trump cards, even summoning supreme artifacts to battle.
Yet, no one had expected the Great Luo Sword Embryo to erupt with such might at the critical moment. Though it had always been suspected to be extraordinary, none had imagined it could challenge the Immortal-Refining Kettle.
“Broken relic, what use are you? Do you dare oppose me?” The Immortal-Refining Kettle spoke, its voice cold and emotionless.
The Great Luo Sword Embryo remained silent, its murderous intent unyielding.
“I once heard you were forged from scraps, mere embellishments of that legendary weapon. It seems the rumors hold truth.” The kettle continued.
It judged that the sword lacked sentience, possessing only instinct.
“These two objects, however—I suspect they are the bones of someone who endured countless calamities yet never perished.” The kettle’s attention turned to the pristine white bones on the ground—the Primordial True Scripture and the Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram.
“Whoosh!”
The Great Luo Sword Embryo moved. A dazzling sword light erupted, as if capable of splitting eternity itself!
Provoked by the kettle, the sword unleashed its full fury, its radiance eclipsing the sun, moon, and stars, shaking the ancient hall violently.
Only artifacts of their caliber could withstand such force—any lesser being would have been obliterated instantly.
These relics were indestructible, having endured since antiquity.
“Swish!”
Sword energy manifested a thousand illusions—galaxies reversed, universes emerged, and abysses formed, creating a terrifying spectacle.
A single strike had recreated the primordial chaos, as if the world had been reforged.
The Immortal-Refining Kettle, forged specifically to slay immortals, was peerless. From its spout, a gray mist seeped forth, tainting the entire space.
This mist was deadly, capable of annihilating divine and immortal blood!
Yet, the Hall of Chaos was no less formidable. As the two artifacts clashed, it glowed, compressing space as if to suppress both ancient weapons at once!
“Boom!”
The void shattered, leaving only chaos in its wake.
The Blood Phoenix Lion and Golden Ant watched in stunned silence. Weapons battling autonomously—such a thing was unheard of.
Yet, the Immortal-Refining Kettle seemed invincible. Golden Ant could only pin its hopes on the ancient hall to alter the outcome.
“With the Immortal-Refining Kettle here, who can oppose it? It was forged to slay immortals—let alone a mere sword embryo!” the lion declared.
“You seek death!” Golden Ant lunged, its hatred for the lion burning fiercely—it had devoured the ant’s kin.
The lion fled without hesitation, unwilling to face the ant’s fury.
Golden Ant did not pursue, instead searching for Shi Hao’s head. Though the chances were slim, it clung to hope.
The lion also searched, though it believed both warriors had likely perished, their souls shattered beyond recovery.
The battlefield was unstable, crisscrossed with spatial rifts, especially after the hall’s tremors. Fragments of artifacts, blood, and bones drifted through the void, testament to the ferocity of the battle.
Both combatants had been torn apart.
“Shi Hao, where are you?” Golden Ant cried out.
“Master, you are peerless—how could you fall? You must live! I bring divine medicine!” the lion called.
But after a long search, neither found their masters’ heads.
Golden Ant despaired. Its first friend since awakening had fallen, all for avenging its siblings.
“One day, I will cross into the other shore and annihilate all our enemies!” it vowed.
Suddenly, a chilling presence emerged.
Golden Ant whirled around—and saw a head floating in the void. Jawless, its brow shattered, its soul should have been extinguished… yet it lived.
“He Wushuang!” Golden Ant roared, trembling with rage. The so-called leader of the younger generation from the other shore had survived.
“Die!”
Golden Ant charged, unleashing its full power.
“Master!” The lion rejoiced. If He Wushuang lived, it would escape punishment.
“Give it to me!” He Wushuang snarled, his usual calm shattered. His head darted toward his reassembled body, retrieving a jade vial.
Inside was a divine elixir, capable of reviving the dead.
“Master, is the enemy dead?” the lion asked.
As his body mended, He Wushuang glared at the charging ant, his gaze icy.
“I underestimated him,” he admitted.
“Boom!”
Despite his injuries, he raised a hand, preparing to crush the ant.
Then—he paused.
His eyes flashed, and he soared upward, unleashing a devastating strike toward empty space.
“You missed. I’m here.”
Shi Hao’s head reappeared, merging with his body. He consumed a drop of immortal fluid—Longevity Elixir, obtained from the White Tortoise and Immortal.
Instantly, his body shed its damaged layers, radiating vitality.
He Wushuang, recognizing the elixir, swallowed a fragment of a ruined Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill, his blood roaring in response.
Golden Ant gasped—such treasures were beyond imagination.
Yet, instead of fighting, He Wushuang fled toward a distant peak, aiming for the golden beast-skin scripture—the Indestructible Scripture!
“Stop!” Shi Hao pursued.
Both leaped toward the mountain, ignoring its dangers.
“Die!” Shi Hao roared, grabbing for the scripture while attacking He Wushuang.
“Never! This scripture is mine!” He Wushuang’s face twisted with fury.
The Indestructible Scripture—its origins lost to time, its mastery granting invincibility.
The final battle had begun.
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