“He truly is Huang!”
A crowd erupted in shock, never expecting Shi Hao to still be alive—unmelted into divine liquid despite the passage of so much time within the lake!
This defied all expectations. According to the information revealed by the Fearless Lion, this was the burial ground of the ancient monks, where their bones and flesh had transformed into crystalline liquid, infused with the essence and divine power of immortal monks.
By all accounts, nothing here should remain unrefined—only those who cultivated the scriptures of the monk lineage and developed Buddhist nature could endure. Otherwise, death was inevitable!
Yet, against all odds, Huang had survived. It was nothing short of a miracle.
“Only one person in history has ever achieved this—the Immortal Monk King, who lost his Buddhist nature!”
“Could Huang’s talent really be that terrifying?”
Some paled at the realization. This was astonishing news, one that would surely send shockwaves through the major clans if it spread.
Because this was a sign of terrifying potential!
Who was the Immortal Monk King? A peerless immortal king, once among the most powerful beings in existence, on the same level as Yu Tuo and An Lan—unrivaled and insurmountable.
For Huang to match the achievements of that monk king here, in some way, revealed the depth of his latent potential.
It must be understood that geniuses were never in short supply across the ages. Generation after generation, prodigies emerged—but how many among them truly ascended to become Immortal Kings?
From ancient times to the present, this remained an unanswerable and frustrating question.
No one could ever definitively say what kind of prodigy could ultimately reach the level of an Immortal King.
Neither the rankings of the younger generation nor the battle prowess of the older generation served as accurate indicators—there were always discrepancies.
Throughout history, those who ranked first in their era did not necessarily achieve immortality, let alone kingship.
The emergence of prodigies was no empty boast. The otherworld was vast, and even across an entire epoch, perhaps only one or two could tread the path to Immortal Kinghood—such was its difficulty.
The Imperial Clans, with their profound heritage and supreme ancestors, still failed to nurture successors of that caliber.
This alone was proof—Immortal Kings were not something one could simply aspire to. Among the descendants of Yu Tuo and An Lan, some possessed talents that shook the ages, yet none became Immortal Kings.
But this ancient pool might offer a prophecy—one of immense reference value!
For the ancient monks had once delved deeply into this path. This pool could test one’s latent potential. As the great virtuous monks once declared: *”If one endures here, they may one day become an Immortal King!”*
Later, a young monk who cultivated the Six-Zhang Golden Body, hailed as undefeated, dispersed his dense Buddhist nature and entered this pool to temper his true form—and survived.
He became living proof, for in the end, he was the one and only Immortal Monk King!
The Reincarnation Pool’s prophecy had been accurate, and thus, certain individuals from the otherworld could no longer remain idle—the stakes were too high!
“He must be killed. We cannot allow him to grow!” declared an elder clad in silver robes, his aura overwhelming, capable of shaking souls.
He was a newly arrived supreme cultivator, his presence the strongest, subtly marking him as the foremost expert present.
Had he arrived earlier, it might not have mattered. But now, having heard the discussions and recognized this as the Reincarnation Pool, he instantly grasped the significance of this place.
Initially, many had been unaware, relying only on the Golden Lion’s words for understanding.
But this elder was no ordinary figure—he hailed from an Imperial Clan, albeit a distant branch due to certain circumstances. Yet, after countless years of cultivation, his status was undeniable.
He knew many secrets, and upon revealing them, the crowd was left in shock.
“Could this truly foretell that he will one day tread the path to Immortal Kinghood? No—we must eradicate him, at any cost!”
Upon hearing this, the others shuddered.
No one understood better than they the sheer terror of beings at that level—utterly unstoppable, wielding power unrivaled in the mortal realm.
It must be remembered that the otherworld had not only An Lan and Yu Tuo—through the accumulation of multiple epochs, their number of supreme beings was truly horrifying.
Yet, during the war against the Nine Heavens, the enemy also had Immortal Kings, who dragged some of the otherworld’s strongest ancestors to their deaths.
This was the brutal reality—at that level, the terror was beyond comprehension.
If Shi Hao became an Immortal King, it meant he might one day slay an ancient ancestor. That was intolerable—an unbearable weight!
In the past, some had already regarded Huang with great wariness, particularly the younger generation, who saw him as a dire enemy to be eliminated.
But the older generation had paid little heed, for they had witnessed too many geniuses across the vast river of time. If they had cared about every prodigy, their numbers would have been uncountable.
In the end, most faded into obscurity.
But now, everything had changed. With the silver-robed elder uncovering the truth—that this was a place of accurate prophecy—no one could remain indifferent.
“The sole figure of this era to reveal such brilliance, one who may become an Immortal King? Annihilate him!” roared another elder, his aura crushing.
This was an absolute kill order—no room for error. Shi Hao had to be slain; his survival was unacceptable.
Otherwise, the future would bring unimaginable calamity.
An Immortal King dying in battle? Preposterous! Such a possibility could not be allowed to take root!
To some, killing Huang now held significance comparable to—or even greater than—obtaining the Decaying Wooden Chest.
Yet, this place was too peculiar. Despite their overwhelming power, they could not descend into the Reincarnation Pool to execute him.
This realm was transcendent, refining all living beings!
No matter how strong one was, it meant nothing—the terrifying power here always surpassed them, an absolute suppression!
“This is bad. Are we to stand by helplessly while he remains untouched? That wooden chest is still underwater!” some growled in frustration.
**BOOM!**
Waves churned once more in the pool as the Golden Lion roared, surging up from the depths again.
But to the onlookers, it was futile—a desperate struggle that could not overcome Huang.
At this moment, the Fearless Lion was a pitiful sight—drenched in blood, its fur torn away in patches, wounds gaping to the bone in places, a horrifying spectacle.
**SPLAT!**
A pair of flawless, crystalline hands reached up from the depths, tearing through the lion’s body, nearly splitting it in two.
“ROAR—!”
The Fearless Lion bellowed, its body glowing as faint chants of Buddhist scripture echoed, mending its grievous injuries.
The split flesh sealed, preventing it from being torn apart.
But this was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst—it had done this multiple times already. Had it not desperately burned its origin essence to repair itself, it would have been shredded long ago.
The spectators on the shore paled, especially the younger generation, their faces ashen with fear.
Who was the Golden Lion? A top-tier figure among the younger generation—who, aside from the Imperial Clans, could suppress him?
Yet now, it had been reduced to such a wretched state.
Worse still, it had just obtained a great fortune—witnessed by all—cultivating the Golden Body of the ancient monks, a form renowned for its glorious battle records!
Many believed that if the lion had completed its baptism in the lake, perfecting its Golden Body, it would have stood unrivaled among the younger generation.
Some even thought it could challenge the Imperial Clans.
But in the end, it had been beaten to near ruin, its bones on the verge of being dismantled.
How tragic—to reach the pinnacle, only to be kicked back down in an instant.
At this moment, some even pitied the Fearless Lion. What wretched luck—to achieve the Golden Body, only to encounter a monster like Huang.
At the height of its triumph, standing atop the world, it had been struck down by a calamitous star!
The Golden Lion was consumed by fury and despair. It had been *one step* away—one step from perfecting its invincible Golden Body!
Yet, a man who should have been dead had stolen its destiny, undergoing the Ancient Buddha’s Eighteen Strikes before it could.
It had soared to the peak of its life, ready to roar in triumph—only to be kicked back to the foot of the mountain.
So cruel was fate, sending it plummeting from the heavens into the abyss—no misery or humiliation could compare.
Not long ago, when Huang had been weakened, the lion had nearly killed Shi Hao. Now, the tables had turned completely.
“AHH! I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS!” the Golden Lion howled, mad with hatred.
“What does your refusal matter? When your clan betrayed the Nine Heavens, you slaughtered countless lives. Blood debts must be repaid—did you never think this day would come?” Shi Hao said coldly.
“Let me think… should I braise you or steam you?” he mused aloud, utterly ignoring the furious yet helpless spectators on the shore.
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