Beneath the Netherworld lies an ancient corpse, its origins lost to time, belonging to an era long past. Though there are no signs it could ever awaken, whispers suggest it rests within the rarest of coffins, revered and worshipped.
Qin Changsheng spoke again of the Netherworld, warning that while these lands may not harbor Supreme Beings, they are home to sinister entities. If provoked, who knows what horrors might unfold?
“Burial beings?!” Shi Hao’s heart tightened.
During his time at the frontier, he had learned that Burial beings had once crossed into the Three Thousand Provinces, venturing into the Netherworld. The Dark Divine Son he had faced back then was no ordinary foe.
Their conversation flowed smoothly this time, free of past tensions or confrontations.
As Shi Hao pondered, he realized that among all the revelations, Qin Changsheng intrigued—and unsettled—him the most.
The man was shrouded in mystery!
This was the same fierce figure who dared to clash with Meng Tianzheng. What secrets lay behind such a man? What was his true origin?
“Near that snow-white infant, there were aged keratin husks and shed black nails… were they all his?” Shi Hao found it deeply unsettling.
What had Qin Changsheng endured?
A thought struck him: rumors claimed Qin Changsheng had nearly lived a second life. Could the transformation within that bloodied mire be the cause?
“I’m deeply concerned about Qin Hao. Is the immortal bone within him truly safe?” Shi Hao pressed Qin Changsheng gravely, fearing unforeseen calamities.
“I only sought to fulfill his potential. If misfortune strikes, it will befall me, not him,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
Known as the Undying Heavenly Venerate, his youthful visage had remained unchanged since antiquity.
A slumber of a hundred thousand years had passed like a fleeting moment for him. When he awoke, the world had transformed, yet his appearance remained untouched by time.
“As the one who lived through it, have you sensed no anomalies within yourself?” Shi Hao pressed.
“Nothing. All seems normal. No answers have ever surfaced,” Qin Changsheng admitted.
Yet he knew something must have transpired during those millennia. Normally, such an expanse of time would leave its mark on one’s life essence.
But those hundred thousand years had left no trace, as if he had merely taken a nap.
“I suspect changes within, but it’s only intuition—nothing I can prove,” Qin Changsheng confessed.
Shi Hao was speechless. This fearsome figure, whose name shook the Three Thousand Provinces, had such a bizarre tale—a single slumber altering his destiny.
Of course, if this truth spread, countless would envy him.
To defy the heavens without cultivation, merely by sleeping!
Ordinary folk would gape if they knew how Qin Changsheng had risen.
“My main purpose here is to see my parents… and my brother!” Shi Hao declared.
Years apart from his parents weighed on his heart. Though he knew they were far safer than he had been on the battlefield, the separation had been long, and his longing was boundless.
As for Qin Hao, their parting had been shorter, having once ascended the Nine Heavens together.
Qin Hao had also ventured to the frontier but was soon sent away—a seed preserved, escorted from the Imperial Pass alongside other young talents.
Too green yet gifted, his potential deemed too precious to waste on the battlefield.
“They are well. Your father is here too,” Qin Changsheng assured.
Shi Hao exhaled in relief—but soon, his eyes sharpened.
“There’s someone else I demand!”
“Who?”
“Amanda.”
Childhood memories lingered. After losing his Supreme Bone, a young girl had stayed by his side, caring for him tenderly.
Had it not been for that kind and clever child, he might have perished long ago.
Back then, Shi Hao had been pitiable—his vitality withered, his mind fading, memories slipping away.
Yet that girl had wept by his ear, reminding him: “You are a born Supreme. Remember who you are. Don’t forget me—I’m Amanda.”
Later, Shi Hao was sent to Stone Village, and the girl vanished from his life.
“Amanda came to the Upper Realm with my grandfather. Your clan pressured him and forcibly kept her!” Shi Hao’s expression darkened.
“A large family has all kinds. Sunshine and flowers outside, yet insects may lurk within,” Qin Changsheng replied.
He revealed that upon learning of the elder’s suffering and Shi Ziling’s rebellion, he had purged those responsible.
“And Amanda?” Shi Hao pressed, still grim.
His grandfather had spoken of her extraordinary talent—how the Qin Clan had forcibly taken her as a disciple.
Shi Hao had longed to storm in and rescue her. To him, she was the most important figure of his childhood.
When he lost his Supreme Bone, when all scorned him, when his parents and grandfather were absent—only that kind-hearted girl had stayed, weeping, reminding him of who he was.
“She is unharmed. A prodigy, sharp-witted. She escaped long ago, and after my purges, she was safer still. Later, she even returned, staying with your mother for a time. Eventually, your grandfather came and took her away,” Qin Changsheng explained.
Shi Hao finally relaxed. For years, he had feared Amanda had been killed.
He knew his parents were safe here, but that girl’s fate had haunted him.
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“Father! Mother!”
Soon after, Shi Hao reunited with Shi Ziling and Qin Yining, his voice ringing with emotion.
“My child!” Qin Yining stood frozen before tears streamed down her face. She rushed forward.
Shi Ziling’s eyes glistened as he embraced his eldest son. He had returned upon hearing both sons might come.
His grievances with part of the Qin Clan had been resolved—those involved erased by Qin Changsheng’s hand.
“It’s really you! So many years… I feared I’d never see you again!” Qin Yining sobbed, clutching Shi Hao tightly.
Her guilt ran deep. Their time together had been fleeting.
Qin Hao, returning earlier, had regaled them with tales of his elder brother’s exploits—of “Huang’s” legend. It had both awed and terrified her.
“My child, you fought at the frontier, suffered so much… risking your life!” She wept, refusing to let go, as if he might vanish.
Shi Ziling was both sorrowful and proud. He knew of Shi Hao’s feats—how he had battled the young elites of the foreign realm, sweeping through foes like a myth.
To him, his eldest son walked a path beyond imagination, destined to become an undying legend!
Laughter and tears intertwined, their reunion a night of unending words and emotions.
Qin Hao stood nearby, sullen. Sent from the Imperial Pass early, he had missed the final battle—the grandest clash of all.
From Qin Changsheng, he had learned of his brother’s deeds—slaying Imperial Clansmen, achieving the unimaginable.
Though he had always sought to surpass his brother, Qin Hao could only sigh now. This sibling had carved the most dazzling record of their era—a feat near impossible to match.
At such a young age, reaching the Dunyi Realm? Unprecedented in this epoch!
For two days, Shi Hao recounted his journey, his parents hanging on every word—rejoicing at his triumphs, grieving his trials.
Qin Yining oscillated between joy and sorrow: marveling at her child’s breakthroughs, weeping for the hardships behind his glory.
“Father, Mother—after Grandfather came here, where did he take Amanda?”
Shi Hao broached the question. After two days of reunion, it was time to act. He needed to find them.
At this, his parents stiffened.
“What happened?” Shi Hao frowned, his heart seizing.
“Your grandfather once entered Demon Island, obtaining the True Blood of the Demon Venerate. Strange things began happening to him recently. Amanda sneaked there, seeking answers for him… but she stirred something eerie. In the end, they likely returned to Demon Island.”
“What?!” Shi Hao was shaken. He had to go—now.
He knew better than anyone the horrors lurking in Demon Island’s depths.
Even he had nearly died there, cursed and barely escaping.
Most crucially, at the island’s heart lay a great tomb—whether the Demon Venerate’s or an immortal’s, none knew. It was too sinister!
Shi Ziling sighed. He had rushed there in panic, only to return cursed, saved solely by Qin Changsheng’s intervention.
“I’m going to Demon Island!” Shi Hao declared.
“I’ll go too—to save Grandfather!” Qin Hao insisted, unaware until now.
Shi Hao refused. The place was too perilous, too unnatural.
Before Meng Tianzheng, three figures in this epoch had neared immortality—or perhaps achieved it, only to fall: Ye Qianyu, Mo Wudao, and the Demon Venerate!
Now, with his strength, Shi Hao would uncover the truth.
It was time to set forth and unravel the mysteries.
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