“Regarding the Immortal Domain, don’t dwell on it too much. Now, we must fight with our backs against the wall—we can only rely on ourselves!” Shi Hao knew what some were thinking and addressed it directly.
What exactly had happened? How had he entered the Immortal Domain? The revelation stunned everyone, drawing countless gazes toward him.
“Let’s move to the grand hall and discuss this in detail,” someone suggested.
At the same time, the entire Imperial Pass was on high alert. Every cultivator knew that an earth-shattering battle might soon erupt.
Shi Hao recounted his experiences in the simplest terms to the high-ranking figures of the Imperial Pass, urging them to prepare and abandon any illusions.
He had said all he could. The decisions on how to act and defend now lay in their hands.
As he stepped out of the hall, Qing Yi followed him and asked, “You told them everything just like that?”
“Yes, the truth must be spoken,” Shi Hao sighed softly.
Soon after, Shi Hao led a group of children toward the Shi Clan to settle them. The atmosphere inside and outside the city was tense, yet no one obstructed or troubled them.
Every clan was stunned by the news Shi Hao had brought, struggling to process it.
“An era is coming to an end. What began must now scatter like fate itself,” an elder lamented, voicing the unease and dread in many hearts.
Darkness would soon shroud the land, and blood would rise to the heavens!
To many, this seemed unstoppable—an overwhelming tide that none could resist.
“I saw the heavens split, I saw blood and fire… yet why did I also see vitality… *cough*!”
In the city, a divination master who had lived for tens of thousands of years coughed violently, unable to finish his words before vomiting blood and collapsing dead on the spot.
The backlash was too severe. In recent years, any attempt at divination had become perilous, especially for events of this magnitude. Glimpsing even a fragment of the truth and speaking it aloud would inevitably lead to a tragic end.
She had wanted to share a message, but in the end, her body withered, and she perished on the spot.
Then, the bronze hall where she resided crumbled into metallic dust, scattering like her lifeless form across the ground.
This day was destined to be anything but peaceful!
Yet, amid the tension, after settling the children in the Shi Clan’s dwelling within the Imperial Pass, Shi Hao still received many visitors.
Soon, someone pulled him away to sail across a vast lake.
The Imperial Pass was immense, with towering mountains, dense forests, and majestic rivers.
A group of young elites gathered, dragging him onto a grand treasure ship to drink and converse freely.
“Perhaps, after today, we may never meet again. Such moments are rare—let us share this cup!” Tuogu Yulong declared, raising his wine.
In these dire times, every clan was preparing for war. Stealing a moment of leisure like this was no small feat.
As he said, after today, it might truly be farewell—never to see each other again!
What would remain after the battle? No one knew. Would entire clans be slaughtered? Would some turn traitor to survive? The future was uncertain.
“Let us forget the rest—today, we drink and be merry!” Da Xutuo broke his monastic vows. As a successor of the ancient monks, he usually abstained from meat and wine, yet today he drank and feasted heartily.
The otherworldly domain was preparing a full-scale assault. The final battle was imminent—a devastating reality for these young talents.
Five hundred years later, supreme experts would arrive, and the gates of the Immortal Domain would open? Now, that hope seemed like a fleeting illusion.
Shi Hao’s return should have been cause for celebration, but the weight of impending doom stifled all joy in the Imperial Pass.
This gathering might truly be their last.
“Huang, you were born in the wrong era. Had you emerged ten thousand years earlier, you could have risen to greatness. Now… like us, you have no chance,” Qi Gu Daoren said solemnly.
One of the strongest successors of the Sacred Academy, usually stern and reserved, he now clinked cups forcefully with Shi Hao and spoke loudly.
Surprisingly, Jin Zhan was also present. A prodigy of the Sacred Academy and leader of the Jin Clan’s younger generation, he had suffered a crushing defeat at Shi Hao’s hands.
Today, he remained silent, drinking quietly.
Shi Hao had been exiled from the Imperial Pass by the Jin Clan, left to perish in the otherworldly domain. Jin Zhan’s presence shocked many.
Wang Xi was also there, the pride of the Wang Clan’s younger generation, seated in a corner like an untainted white lotus.
Friends and rivals alike gathered on the massive treasure ship, its space ample enough for all.
“How many of our clansmen remain?” Shi Yi approached, his twin-pupiled eyes—the mark of an undefeated legend—fixed on Shi Hao as he raised his cup. Their relationship was complex, once marked by mortal enmity.
Shi Hao knew he referred to their kin in the Primordial Imperial City and answered truthfully: very few were left.
“I once wondered if there would come a day when you, I, and Qin Hao would stand together against the undying beings of the otherworldly domain. It seems time denies us that chance,” Shi Hao murmured.
Shi Yi’s expression stiffened. He clinked his cup lightly against Shi Hao’s, the clear *ting* echoing before he drank and walked away.
“I’m here! Shi Hao, you’re alive—that’s wonderful!” Tianjiao Ant bellowed, charging over. He had been deep in training and only just learned of Shi Hao’s return.
At their reunion, Shi Hao downed three bowls of wine in quick succession.
“Why fear the end? At worst, we die fighting—as long as we take enough with us. I’ve long wished to reunite with my kin,” Tianjiao Ant said, eyes red.
“Haha! Let’s slaughter our fill! Even in death, we’ll make them tremble!” the Ten Crown King roared with laughter.
His steps were majestic, his aura overwhelming—he bore the legacy of the True Dragon.
The Banished Immortal sat quietly at the edge, playing a flute, its ethereal melody carrying thoughts afar.
The Four Phoenixes of the Wei Clan danced gracefully, and Princess Yaoyue moved with equal elegance.
…
Many were vibrant and spirited, raising cups and speaking freely, no longer holding back secrets.
The finest talents of this era had gathered, uncertain of their fate—how many would survive?
Shi Hao’s thoughts surged. This scene reminded him of a strange experience from his past—dreaming back to the Immortal Ancient Era. The brilliant youths he had seen then were much like those here now.
Their faces had been vivid and passionate, yet one by one, they had fallen in pools of blood. Was history doomed to repeat itself?
That memory left Shi Hao melancholic, for it had felt undeniably real, blurring the line between dream and truth.
Later, traces of evidence confirmed that such a group of youths had indeed existed—and perished at the end of the previous era.
*Boom!*
A drumbeat shook the entire city.
Then, war horns blared—the True Dragon Horn was sounded, signaling the battle’s imminent arrival.
Everyone rose at once, receiving urgent summons from their clans, and swiftly departed.
Was this the end of an era, or the dawn of a new one? Fear and uncertainty gripped all hearts.
“There is only one path—*fight!*” Soon, thunderous roars erupted from the countless strong warriors of the Imperial Pass.
The city walls were packed. Shi Hao rushed to the front, climbing up to gaze into the distance.
Beyond, an endless tide of soldiers advanced from the horizon—a black ocean of murderous intent, their aura overwhelming.
Millions of savage troops!
“This day has truly come,” an old Sovereign on the wall sighed.
*Boom!*
The sky split with a deafening crack as a celestial halberd tore through eternity, aiming to sunder the Heavenly Abyss. Its power was boundless.
“A weapon of the Undying!” The defenders of the Imperial Pass trembled, witnessing the eruption of undying energy—unparalleled and terrifying.
Trouble had arrived in full force.
The Undying were striking at the Heavenly Abyss—had they overcome its suppression?
The chime of bridle bells echoed across the vast desert, piercing even the Imperial Pass’s barriers. No matter how distant, every being in the borderlands could hear it—and see what unfolded on the horizon.
A war chariot advanced slowly.
Its surface bore countless scars—axe strikes, sword slashes, blade marks—each telling of glorious battles past.
This was the chariot of an Undying King, pulled by an ancient ox, steadily approaching the Heavenly Abyss to cross over.
The ox was massive, its hide dark red but its back golden, as were its horns—forged like gold. It pulled the chariot forward.
“Anlan’s War Chariot—the Undying King is crossing!” On the walls, ancient experts gasped, their blood running cold as if plunged into an icy abyss.
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