Everyone was stunned and deeply shaken—the Supreme Being had finally made his move!
When such a figure took action, how could Huang possibly survive? The heavens and earth would pale, the sun and moon would tremble—who could stop it? Huang was destined to be erased.
Because, compared to a Supreme Being, the Dunyi realm was nothing more than an ant!
There was simply no comparison; the gap was too vast. A Supreme Being stood at the absolute peak of the mortal world, the pinnacle of the human path.
Yet, people were also worried. This was the Heavenly Beast Forest, a place filled with inexplicable phenomena. It was said that a Supreme Being entering might invite calamity.
This was also why the few Supreme Beings who had arrived remained silent, quietly meditating in the sky above.
The Heavenly Beast Forest was rumored to be a prison. If a Supreme Being entered, they might trigger certain ancient restrictions and become trapped inside, never to escape.
Of course, if one was careful and cautious enough, without awakening those ancient formations, they could emerge unscathed.
“I hope nothing happens to the Supreme One!” someone murmured in prayer.
The Heavenly Beast Forest was too eerie. If a Supreme Being were truly imprisoned, it would be nothing short of a nightmare for them.
Everyone knew that the Supreme Being was entering solely because of Huang’s extraordinary performance. Now, he was willing to pay any price to eliminate Huang immediately.
“Ah, I understand now. The Supreme One fears that Huang might glimpse the path to Immortal Kinghood!” someone sighed.
Otherwise, why would he go to such lengths?
Huang’s performance was too astonishing. How many in history could slay Dunyi realm cultivators at just over twenty years old?
“May the Supreme One return safely!” someone prayed.
“Ancestors, hear our plea—protect our clan’s destiny!” others chanted under their breath.
Deep in the Heavenly Beast Forest, bloodshed was rampant.
Shi Hao had truly unleashed his killing intent, fighting while bathed in blood.
Suddenly, as he charged into a valley atop the Golden Lion, a sword light shot toward the back of his head—too fast, too sudden. Someone was ambushing him from the shadows.
A great cultivator of the Earth Spirit Clan had struck. This clan dwelled in sunless places, their faces pale as corpses.
Preferring darkness, their temperament was equally cold, specializing in assassinations. They were one of the Otherworld’s natural assassin races, their ancestors having slain several immortal-level experts in the past.
A lock of Shi Hao’s hair fell, severed by the sword’s order-infused light—a construct of runes, immensely powerful.
Shi Hao dodged, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, though a splash of blood bloomed from his shoulder where the sword light grazed him.
“Die!” Shi Hao roared, locking onto his attacker and engaging in fierce combat.
In the end, the Earth Spirit Clan’s expert fell, slain on the spot.
“Retreat!” A younger great cultivator in the distance, witnessing this, turned and fled without hesitation—no thought of rescue, only escape.
His followers were stunned, silently cursing.
Not long ago, this young great cultivator had been boasting, claiming that Huang was nothing, that he’d kill him on sight. Their main goal was to retrieve the Rotten Wooden Chest.
Yet now, their leader had… fled!
The younger great cultivator was terrified. His opponent was far younger yet had slaughtered Dunyi realm beings with ease. He had no intention of dying here.
“You won’t escape!” Shi Hao spotted him and gave chase.
At the same time, he sealed the Golden Lion away into a spatial artifact.
Even if the Golden Lion didn’t slack off, its speed was no match for Shi Hao’s in the dense forest.
In the end, the young great cultivator was overtaken. After a bloody battle, his head flew from his body—pale with fear and unwillingness—his soul shattered.
“Not good!”
At that moment, Shi Hao felt his scalp tingle, his skin tightening as if a monstrous prehistoric beast had locked onto him, sending chills down his spine.
He turned and fled without hesitation, darting toward the withered tree.
This was instinct—a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. If he didn’t evade, death was certain.
This was the difference between a prodigy and ordinary folk. Beings like Shi Hao possessed this divine sense, forewarning them of danger.
He knew disaster loomed, so he fled for his life.
Originally, his plan was to slay more enemies before retreating to the Reincarnation Pool or the ancient tree. But danger had arrived early.
Fortunately, Shi Hao had been cautious, never straying too far from the tree, lingering only at the edges of its forbidden zone.
Thus, he escaped back in time, sitting beneath the tree and warily observing his surroundings.
This time, the danger was too great. He sensed a terrifying ancient beast approaching, as if emerging from the chaos before creation, wielding supreme power.
Silence enveloped the area, as if they’d reached the end of the world.
The pressure was immense. Shi Hao remained motionless, waiting to see if the terrifying presence would descend.
Indeed, far in the mountains, a being was approaching. At first, his steps carried the weight of starry rivers, fragments of time swirling at his feet like a supreme monarch.
But gradually, his pace slowed, no longer spanning tens of thousands of miles in a step, becoming as quiet as an ordinary man.
He was wary. This ancient land imposed severe restrictions on beings of his level, though Dunyi realm cultivators faced fewer constraints.
Otherwise, he could have reached his destination in a single step, without such caution. A mere thought could have extinguished all life in the Heavenly Beast Forest!
Even Huang wouldn’t escape his will.
Yet, he couldn’t wield such power. He had to suppress it, carefully probing the ancient restrictions, lest he invite calamity.
After all, legends spoke of immortal beings perishing here.
Finally, he arrived, nearing a silent mountain range within the forest.
There stood an ancient tree, pitch-black and leafless, towering into the clouds, shrouded in mist.
Beneath it, faintly visible, sat a young man—alert and cautious.
The approaching being, a Supreme Being, possessed power to pluck the moon from the sky. Yet now, he grew even more solemn, refraining from rash action as he studied the tree.
“In the past, this mountain held no such tree. It grew later, from blood-soaked mud,” he murmured calmly.
The Otherworld had records of this land—once a bloody swamp.
A blood-stained Bodhi tree, buried beneath the mire, had now emerged, taking root anew. What would it become? The Supreme Being stared, unmoving.
At that moment, Shi Hao’s tingling scalp and goosebumps vanished. Had the unknown presence left without coming here?
But when he looked up, his heart seized in horror.
There, at the mountain pass, stood a figure, silent as stone, gazing at him.
How long had he been there? Shi Hao hadn’t sensed him at all!
And why had the sense of danger faded? He couldn’t even feel the threat now!
This was utterly abnormal. The presence was closer, visible, yet the dread had vanished.
Only one explanation: this being was so terrifying that, once standing there, he seemed to vanish from time itself, beyond perception.
“A Supreme Being,” Shi Hao concluded.
This figure was unfathomable, his depths unplumbable.
Chaos mist swirled around him, obscuring his form. Only when his eyes opened did they blaze like scorching suns.
Then, the figure vanished, leaving only dissipating wisps of chaos.
It was as if he’d never been there—mysterious, terrifying. Shi Hao doubted even this place could shield him.
Silence reigned.
The figure did not reappear.
Yet Shi Hao knew: if this being had come for him, he wouldn’t leave empty-handed. A Supreme Being’s arrival was never in vain!
Suddenly, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
“Leave. Return to Imperial Pass.”
Soft, yet unmistakable.
Shi Hao nearly cried out—it was Elder Meng Tianzheng’s voice.
“Elder, is it really you? There’s a Supreme Being here—be careful!” Shi Hao responded urgently.
“No matter. If he acts, I’ll kill him,” Elder Meng Tianzheng replied, his words simple and firm.
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