Everyone was stunned. What was happening? How had Shi Hao split into three? It was utterly baffling. Who were the other two?!
These figures had appeared out of thin air, their identities and origins terrifyingly obscure, their power at a world-shaking, nightmare-inducing level—all capable of battling an Immortal King!
Above the heavens, before the great rift of the Celestial Abyss, the mysterious powerhouse also froze, his eyes flickering with an odd light. If anyone could see his expression, they would notice how utterly bizarre it was.
Even this person found it strange, utterly astonished. He had never imagined that Shi Hao could conjure a being so similar to himself, one crowned with an Immortal Cauldron!
On the walls of Imperial Pass, the crowd was dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes. Was that still Shi Hao? He could actually fight An Lan?! And how had he become three beings? What was the deal with those two other powerhouses?
The mysterious figure with the Nine-Colored Immortal Gold Cauldron hovering above his head and the aura of the Mother of All Things swirling around him—wasn’t he standing not far away? How had Shi Hao created another one?
As for the other figure, bathed in the light of the River of Time, with a nine-layered ancient pagoda floating above his head—he was even more enigmatic. What sacred being was he?
The crowd was utterly shocked!
“This… Ancestor An Lan is at a disadvantage!” On the side of the Foreign Realm, the powerhouses of various clans trembled, their hearts roiling like stormy seas. A chill ran down their spines.
How could this be? The undefeated Immortal King, the supreme powerhouse revered by all clans, the very embodiment of their faith—how could he be on the back foot?!
The great cauldron soared through the sky, forged from nine types of Immortal Gold and infused with the Mother of All Things—a peerless treasure, unmatched in the world.
Within its maw, countless stars rotated, exuding overwhelming pressure as the cauldron descended, suppressing An Lan.
Clang!
An Lan’s expression turned grave. Gripping his golden war spear with one arm, he thrust upward to meet the cauldron. A blinding radiance erupted between them, sparks flying in all directions.
He was strong—truly a pinnacle powerhouse, one who could look down upon eternity and dominate the world. Yet now, he faced an unprecedented crisis!
No sooner had he clashed with the cauldron than the nine-layered pagoda came crashing down, peerless and unstoppable, halting his movement. Then, another figure swung down with a sword embryo.
Boom!
The three experts pressed forward, driving An Lan into peril. With a deafening explosion, he was sent flying once more, his sleeve shattering into pieces!
And this was only the beginning. Already, it was a battle of legends—one where blood might spill in an instant. Shi Hao and the two other powerhouses pursued, intercepting An Lan.
This was a battle of the ages, a clash of the supreme. When had An Lan ever been in such dire straits? A single misstep, and he might be suppressed!
“Ancestor!”
“How could this happen?”
From the Foreign Realm, countless voices cried out in alarm, hearts filled with dread. The invincible Ancestor An Lan faced an unprecedented crisis today. Would his undefeated myth be shattered?
Boom!
The battlefield quaked violently!
A towering figure, the nine-layered ancient pagoda hovering above his head, its surface entwined with the aura of time—as if the river of history itself surged forth, overwhelming the heavens and earth.
This being seemed to have stepped out of the past into the present, his body nearly merging with the pagoda as he struck at An Lan with unparalleled dominance.
Every movement was like that of a Heavenly Emperor, casually suppressing his subjects—who would dare resist?!
It was too shocking, too terrifying. He seemed to have become the pagoda itself, his every gesture exuding boundless majesty, as if he could pin An Lan in place with a single motion.
Thud!
Seizing the opportunity, the great cauldron swooped in, knocking the golden war spear aside and slamming into An Lan’s shoulder. Staggering, he crushed the void beneath his feet as he retreated at lightning speed.
A trace of crimson appeared at the corner of his mouth. A direct hit from a peerless powerhouse—who could withstand such a blow?
That An Lan only shed a single drop of blood was a testament to his supreme resilience. At this level, a single strike could shatter stars and sunder the cosmos.
This was immeasurable divine power!
And yet, he endured it!
Surrounded by three experts, there was no escape. This was a battle of legends.
The crowd was stunned. The undefeated An Lan had been wounded—an event as earth-shattering as the collapse of the heavens themselves.
Behind him, countless beings of the Foreign Realm wailed in despair. Their Immortal King, their undefeated war god, had been injured here. It was unbearable.
The Mother of All Things flowed like a river from the future, merging with that figure as he charged forward.
Then, Shi Hao, gripping the sword embryo, arrived in a flash, striking with peerless might. With a resounding crack, the sword embryo descended, blocking An Lan’s path.
“How can this be?”
From the Foreign Realm, some trembled in fear, shocked and worried for An Lan—and filled with endless questions.
“What’s really going on? How can he summon two others? Does reincarnation truly exist?”
“Are those Shi Hao’s past and future selves?” someone ventured, their heart pounding so hard it might leap from their chest.
The idea sent shockwaves through the crowd. Shi Hao’s three incarnations?
Everyone stood frozen, watching the battlefield, the resemblance growing ever clearer. It was enough to shatter souls—too overwhelming to comprehend.
“Boom!”
On the battlefield, Shi Hao’s three forms moved as one, charging forward as if embodying the very concept of three lifetimes united in slaughter—unstoppable!
An Lan struggled mightily. No matter how powerful he was, facing such a deadly formation left him utterly vulnerable.
“Is he a being of reincarnation?” someone whispered, voice trembling.
Boom!
At that moment, An Lan erupted. A shield materialized in his left hand, unyielding and eternal, blocking the Great Luo Sword Embryo, while his right hand thrust forward with the golden spear, its radiance boundless.
He launched a fierce counterattack—shield in one hand, spear in the other—his divine might shaking the world!
“Reincarnation? I have looked down upon eternity, witnessed life and death countless times! Who dares speak of reincarnation before me? Even Immortal Kings, when slain, turn to dust. Reincarnation is but a pretty lie. The truly strong do not believe in it!”
An Lan’s roar shook the heavens.
In the distance, Yu Tuo’s expression was cold as he said, “There are no reincarnated people—only reincarnated events.”
Both powerhouses denied reincarnation outright, refusing to believe those two were Shi Hao’s reincarnated selves.
“Is it all because of that drop of blood?” someone from the Foreign Realm asked.
“Can a single drop of blood really be so powerful?” another murmured, for it was even suppressing Ancestor An Lan.
“It is strong. That drop of blood—its final brilliance, the culmination of a lifetime’s Dao—represents its peak. But it cannot last. It is merely the condensation of a past imprint, a fleeting burst of glory!” Yu Tuo declared.
The crowd understood. Though it was but a drop of blood, it was the resurgence of past glory—not to be measured by quantity.
“Then it’s truly not reincarnation?”
Some still refused to believe. If not reincarnation, then what?
“I suspect… it may be the reappearance of the *Heaven Transformation, Self-Dependent Great Dao*!” Yu Tuo’s expression was grave. Even as he spoke, his own heart trembled.
“The *Heaven Transformation, Self-Dependent Great Dao* of the Emperor Fallen Era!” Far away, An Lan finally uttered the same words, reaching the same conclusion as Yu Tuo at the same time.
“What kind of art is that?” an immortal being from the rear asked Yu Tuo.
“It can transform others’ bodies, borrow their Dao fruits—transcending the heavens, defying the natural order. A supreme art from the Emperor Fallen Era!” Yu Tuo’s voice was solemn, his heart roiling like a tempestuous sea.
He was now certain—it had to be that unfathomably bizarre art. Who would have thought it could reappear in this world?
“That drop of blood cannot last. It will dissipate soon. As long as An Lan endures, victory is assured!” Yu Tuo declared.
Boom!
Yet now, that drop of blood burned with ultimate brilliance, refusing to fade. The three powerhouses unleashed their invincible might.
Thud!
The great cauldron descended, knocking aside An Lan’s spear and slamming into his chest.
The nine-layered pagoda crashed down, forcing his shield aside and pressing further.
Then, the sword embryo swept in, striking An Lan’s body and sending a spray of blood from his lips.
The brilliance of a single drop of blood—igniting the glory of bygone days in an instant!
Boom!
The three experts pursued An Lan, striking relentlessly.
Now, An Lan was in dire peril, facing true crisis.
An Lan unleashed a heaven-defying secret art, carving a path through the onslaught and breaking free from the encirclement. But the nine-layered pagoda shone, conjuring infinite space to bind him once more.
Bang!
The great cauldron descended, seeking to swallow him whole.
Clang!
An Lan’s spear thrust forward, its tip meeting the cauldron’s edge.
The sword’s cry shook the heavens as Shi Hao swung the embryo down—blunt as it was, it struck An Lan’s back, sending him flying once more.
The crowd was dumbstruck. An Lan, wounded and pursued, was in utter disarray!
“The *Heaven Transformation, Self-Dependent Great Dao*?!”
On the walls of Imperial Pass, the people finally understood. Those two beings had appeared because of an ancient art.
Yet even so, their shock was immeasurable.
High in the sky, the mysterious figure before the Celestial Abyss rift sighed softly. “The *Heaven Transformation, Self-Dependent Great Dao*… So it’s that.”
Clearly, this art held unfathomable origins—otherwise, he would never have spoken of it thus.
“Boom!”
An Lan was struck again, sent flying by the cauldron, coughing blood as he suffered grievous wounds.
Everyone stood frozen. The *Heaven Transformation, Self-Dependent Great Dao* had manifested its might—three beings pursuing An Lan, shocking all who witnessed it!
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