The ferocity of the Fearless Lion sent chills down the spines of the cultivators in the Demon Sunflower Garden. A single swipe of its claw had obliterated one of their elders—utterly terrifying!
**”Boom!”**
The underground palace trembled, its foundations groaning as Shi Hao uprooted it entirely, leaving nothing behind—not even the base. He was taking everything with him.
Was this looting or outright annihilation? The Demon Sunflower Garden disciples stood dumbfounded. They had never seen such brazen thievery—everything was being hauled away in one go.
“What are you staring at? Get to work! Tear down the mountain gates, the palaces, the jade towers—everything! We’re taking it all back to the lower realm!” Shi Hao kicked the Golden Lion for emphasis.
The lion bared its fangs, seething with indignation. Even in the foreign lands where powerhouses abounded, no one—not even the Imperial Clans—dared treat it this way. The Fearless Lion lineage held supreme status; no race dared belittle or humiliate them.
Yet now, it had been reduced to a mere steed, a lowly servant.
“Prove yourself worthy, and one day, I might grant you freedom. Mo Dao is proof of that,” Shi Hao said.
The Golden Lion immediately quieted down. It had no desire to spend its life carrying the monstrously powerful Shi Hao around, no matter how fearsome he was.
**”Boom!”**
Across Black Orchid Mountain, jade towers and grand halls were uprooted. Even the intact formation platforms near the mountain gates were seized by the Golden Lion in a single swipe.
“Madness! Absolute madness!” The onlookers cursed inwardly, their minds reeling. Were these two locusts in human and beast form? Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass remained!
“Just how destitute is your lower realm that you’d even take the mountain gates and palaces?” Even the Golden Lion felt a flush of shame at its own actions.
“Oh? So you still have treasures on you, then? Unimpressed by the Demon Sunflower Garden’s offerings?” Shi Hao shot it a sidelong glance.
“No! You’ve already stripped me clean!” The lion shook its head vehemently, then redoubled its efforts, snatching up everything in sight and stuffing it into spatial containers.
“Bandits! Thieves! They’re digging three feet into the earth, emptying the Demon Sunflower Garden dry!”
An elder’s eyes burned with fury, but he dared not voice his outrage aloud. These two were walking calamities.
To Shi Hao, a great sect like this—reputed as the dwelling of a Demon Monarch, with accumulations spanning over a million years—was a trove of rare treasures worth relocating wholesale.
He no longer lifted a finger himself, leaving the task to the Golden Lion while he stood with hands clasped behind his back, sensing the surroundings.
Through the formations and the lingering traces of the Great Dao here, he had already gauged the true strength of the Demon Sunflower Garden. It was indeed a renowned sect across the three thousand provinces.
The Grand Elder of Black Orchid Mountain held a lofty position, second only to the Demon Monarch himself, standing at the late-stage Severing World Realm. Excluding the old Demon Monarch, he was likely the sect’s second strongest.
“The Demon Monarch should be of similar strength.”
Shi Hao concluded that this was indeed a top-tier lineage, at least within the three thousand provinces.
After all, in minor sects, even a Heavenly Deity could serve as a sect master. Most leaders of major factions were at the Void Path Realm, representing the dominant powers.
For ancient inheritances like the Demon Sunflower Garden, it was unsurprising that their leaders stood at the late-stage Severing World Realm, bordering on the near-Emperor Realm.
However, Shi Hao hadn’t anticipated the existence of an old Demon Monarch, shrouded in mystery.
He searched meticulously, sensing every inch of the place, yet found no trace of the so-called Supreme Sect Master’s aura.
Had the old Demon Monarch not returned in a long time?
By the time Shi Hao departed, Black Orchid Mountain was draped in gloom. Never had they suffered such devastation—the entire Demon Sunflower Garden had been emptied!
That man and beast were utterly deranged, taking everything—mountain gates, palaces, even the divine pools. The springs had run dry, their underlying divine veins extracted into the lion’s spatial artifact.
The disciples of the Demon Sunflower Garden stood dumbstruck, on the verge of tears. Was this looting or the annihilation of their legacy?
Their sole consolation was that the demonic youth hadn’t massacred them all.
Who could they blame? Their own Demon Monarch had once sought Shi Hao’s life, inviting this catastrophe.
They sighed, unable to muster deep hatred. The Demon Monarch was Shi Hao’s mortal enemy; sparing their lives was already an act of mercy.
Mounted on the Golden Lion, Shi Hao rode off toward the Five Elements Province—his destination: Mount Immortal!
There awaited his parents, his kin… and those who stood against him.
Though he left, the world behind him would not know peace. News of Shi Hao’s ruthless plundering of the Demon Sunflower Garden spread like wildfire, shocking the region.
“He didn’t slaughter them, but he stripped them of a million years of accumulation?”
Sect masters who heard the news were both awed and speechless. Shi Hao’s nature remained inscrutable.
Some began to fret—what if Shi Hao came for them next?
Many now knew of his glorious exploits at the frontier, where he had slain Imperial Clan members of the foreign lands, shaking both heavens and earth!
The uproar was immense. The Demon Sunflower Garden, so mighty, had been effortlessly crushed by Shi Hao!
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The Five Elements Province was vast, its lands boundless.
An ordinary cultivator might spend a lifetime flying without reaching it, but Shi Hao was no longer the same. At the Emperor Realm, he could overlook an entire domain.
Yet he remained low-key, traversing desolate mountain ranges astride the Golden Lion.
“Returning to this land once more…” Shi Hao sighed softly.
The Five Elements Province housed the Qin Clan’s Five Elements Mountain and the Demon Island. Its very name was tied to the Qin Clan, home to Mount Immortal—also known as Five Elements Mountain.
“So many years have passed.”
His expression was complex. He held no fondness for Mount Immortal, yet his mother hailed from the Qin Clan, preventing him from storming in outright.
But in the past, the Qin Clan had grievously wronged his grandfather, the Great Demon God Shi Zhongtian, sending him to the Demon Island to mine, where he barely survived.
“Is Father still here?” Shi Hao’s heart was heavy. He had heard that Shi Ziling had ultimately rebelled and left.
As he drew near Mount Immortal—Five Elements Mountain—he recalled how he had once avoided the Qin Clan at all costs. Now, things were different.
Yet he remained cautious. The Qin Clan’s Five Elements Mountain was no ordinary place—it was likely tied to the Immortal Dao, a supreme treasure!
Beyond reuniting with his parents, he sought answers about the Qin Clan’s secrets.
**”Roar!”**
Before he could decide his next move, the Golden Lion let out a deafening roar, shaking the ancient land.
Ahead lay a majestic landscape—towering peaks, cascading silver waterfalls, and sprawling palaces.
“Who dares cause a disturbance at the Qin Clan’s gates?” a voice thundered from afar.
“Trouble… There’s an Immortal Dao aura within those mountains!” The Golden Lion’s heart clenched. It had assumed it could rampage unchecked across the three thousand provinces, overturning legacies with a single swipe.
Now it knew better—this land was anything but ordinary.
Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, studying the Five Elements Mountain shrouded in immortal mist, seated deep within the Qin Clan’s ancestral grounds.
“My younger brother bore a piece of Immortal Bone, claimed to have been found by the Qin Clan in the depths of the untamed wilds. But who knows the truth?” Shi Hao murmured.
The Qin Clan’s ancestral land was a treasure trove—lofty mountains, floating islands, and springs exuding violet mist.
A sigh echoed through the void, emanating from the Qin Clan’s depths.
Then a figure emerged—youthful, transcendent, stepping gracefully through the air.
Though radiating Immortal Dao essence, he appeared no older than a man in his twenties, exuding peerless elegance.
Yet Shi Hao knew this was an ancient being—Qin Changsheng, whom he had met long ago.
A strange light flickered in Shi Hao’s eyes. Qin Changsheng reminded him irresistibly of Wang Changsheng from the Nine Heavens—similar names, similar auras.
Both bore “Changsheng” (Eternal Life) in their names, and both appeared deceptively youthful.
“Have you met Wang Changsheng?” Shi Hao asked abruptly, cutting straight to the point.
The master of Five Elements Mountain—this crimson-lipped, fair-faced powerhouse—paused, then sighed softly.
“It seems you think I should know him. But let me tell you, those named Changsheng aren’t limited to him and me. There’s another—Mu Changsheng, possibly even stronger.”
Shi Hao was stunned.
There was a *third* Changsheng?
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