At the end of the river lies the Immortal’s Tomb!
Still far away, the destination remains unseen. Thunderbolts crisscross the surroundings, accompanied by eerie fluctuations that disrupt one’s divine sense and perception.
The river water is crystalline and dazzling, flowing through the void toward an endless distance.
Back then, Shi Hao journeyed for many days before reaching his destination, for the path was treacherous, fraught with dangers and trials.
Here, not only does the power of thunder reign, but there is also a terrifying curse that corrodes both flesh and soul—so dreadful that it is impossible to guard against, often leading to death in an instant.
Shi Hao soared into the sky, breaking through the thunderbolts as he walked along the riverbank, carefully observing.
For within this river, there were other things—occasionally, ancient corpses would drift downstream, mysterious and horrifying.
Clearly, the corpses floating in the river were all divine remains, none of them ordinary. Each had once been a formidable expert, spanning from ancient times to the modern era.
Some of the corpses were even older, as if they had been expelled from ancient burial grounds at the dawn of an epoch.
Shi Hao was extremely cautious, for the river carried a dreadful curse. Back then, he had nearly succumbed, surviving only by sheer willpower to reach the end.
Now, though his cultivation had grown exponentially stronger, it was useless here!
Because the curse’s power intensified with one’s cultivation level!
This curse scaled with the intruder’s strength, targeting all living beings.
Thus, though the three thousand provinces had many experts, none dared to explore this place—for even renowned sect masters had perished here.
In the river, an ancient figure clad in golden Daoist robes floated, lifelike with white hair and beard—likely a mighty figure from the past.
One could also glimpse ancient ferocious beasts like the Taotie and Taowu, their massive forms still exuding a sea-like blood aura, as if faint traces of life lingered.
In truth, they had long perished. The river was sinister, eroding all who entered, yet occasionally allowing glimpses of the past might of these fallen titans.
Upon arriving, Shi Hao slowed his pace, bracing himself.
“Time to wake up,” Shi Hao called to the Golden Butterfly.
Back then, this golden butterfly had accompanied him on this perilous journey, surviving against all odds—alongside another companion, the Divine Striking Stone.
The butterfly grumbled like a drowsy child, reluctant to wake, muttering for Shi Hao to protect it and not disturb its slumber.
Shi Hao was momentarily speechless—both his companions had personalities stronger than the last.
Following the river, he soon encountered ruins—what was once a city, now reduced to broken walls and rubble, still suspended in the void.
And there stood a monument!
In truth, the monument was colossal, impossible to miss even from afar, overshadowing the forgotten ruins of the ancient city.
Shi Hao sensed that this monument was extraordinary—it could test a cultivator’s potential. Back then, he had left his name atop it, ranking first under the name “Huang.”
Without lingering, he swiftly moved on, advancing along the river.
**”Crack!”**
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, terrifying enough to overwhelm ordinary beings.
But Shi Hao remained calm. Having mastered thunder techniques and even wresting a Thunder Pond from the void, he strode through the dazzling lightning like a deity.
Clad in an aura of sacred radiance, he moved with transcendent grace, akin to an immortal walking the mortal realm.
Yet Shi Hao frowned—he could feel the curse’s power intensifying with his heightened cultivation, growing ever more dreadful.
Compared to the past, the danger he faced now was no less severe!
“How bizarre,” he murmured with a sigh.
After a moment’s thought, he stored the Divine Striking Stone and the Golden Butterfly in a spatial artifact, then sealed them within his body.
These two sleepers had endured this trial before—no need to subject them to it again.
**”Boom!”**
His body blazed with light as he resisted, using his Dao and magic to dismantle the curse’s encroachment.
Soon, eerie patterns emerged on his skin—curse marks, pulsating with terrifying power.
Before long, each step became a struggle.
**”Boom!”**
The void shattered beneath his feet as he exerted divine might to counter the curse, cracking the heavens with his steps.
The river flowed endlessly through the void. Though he had walked it for days in the past, the journey still took time. As he advanced, he contemplated the Dao imprinted here.
Once, someone had ascended to immortality here—only to fall.
Whether struck down by heavenly thunder or slain by some unknown entity, even the legendary Demon Venerable had met his end here, leaving behind an unsolved mystery.
Ancient tales had become myths, their truths lost to interpretation.
A day later, as Shi Hao immersed himself in deciphering the local Dao principles, his body suddenly erupted with eerie, glowing patterns.
The curse’s grip on him was unimaginably severe—enough to kill any other being of his level.
Yet Shi Hao endured, resisting its fatal erosion.
**”Splash!”**
Suddenly, a creature burst from the radiant river—a corpse-like entity with blackened claws like iron hooks, sharp and deadly.
It lunged at Shi Hao, defying logic—how could a corpse attack?
Shi Hao was certain these beings were long dead. They shouldn’t be capable of such actions.
**”Boom!”**
With a single punch, blazing with yang energy, he shattered the corpse’s claws, scattering its remains into the river.
Direct and overwhelming—now at the Dunyi Realm, Shi Hao could crush any foe with sheer force.
But trouble arose—the curse’s power surged where the corpse had disintegrated.
“Annoying,” Shi Hao muttered, frowning at the river’s relentless dangers.
**”Boom!”**
Finally, he summoned a radiant barrier—light from his Inner Sea, his body’s hidden gates unleashing boundless potential.
For a moment, the curse was held at bay, as if he were impervious to all laws.
His physique and latent power had surpassed his past self. Even as the curse scaled with his strength, he faced it with greater ease.
Moreover, having endured it once, his body had developed resistance. Though peril remained, he could press forward.
**”Rumble!”**
Shi Hao’s body shone brilliantly, wreathed in 108 divine halos like a battle-immortal—transcendent and mighty as he marched onward.
**”Crack!”**
Not thunder, but the curse erupted around him, shaking the air with deafening force.
Yet this time, it failed to harm him. Though his body trembled, he stood firm, striding ahead.
Years of tempering had elevated his physique and soul, not just his Dao and magic, but his innate potential.
No longer shrouded in death’s shadow, he moved with confidence unmatched from before.
Even Imperial Clans had fallen to him at the borderlands—proof of his unrivaled might in his realm.
Thus, though the curse matched his strength, Shi Hao pressed on, undaunted.
At last, he arrived. In the distance loomed an enormous tomb—massive as a mountain, built of aged yellow earth, yet seething with lightning, curses, and an overwhelming Dao aura!
The tomb was colossal, formed from piled yellow earth.
The radiant river surged from the void, vanishing into the tomb as if swallowed by another world.
Bizarrely, the tomb seemed to contain all creation within it.
The roaring river, laden with curses, simply poured into the grave.
Upon the tomb’s earthen slopes grew rare herbs, crackling with lightning.
**”Grandfather!”**
Suddenly, Shi Hao shouted—for there, seated before the tomb, was an old man.
It was the Fifteenth Master, Shi Zhongtian.
That his grandfather had reached this place was no surprise—years ago, Shi Zhongtian had survived the river’s curse after being hunted to its banks.
And with the Demon Venerable’s true blood in his veins, he had even less to fear.
Now, Shi Zhongtian had changed greatly—his hair thick and black, his severed arm fully regrown.
Vigorous and youthful, he appeared no older than thirty, even younger than Shi Ziling.
Around him, crimson droplets rose from the river and the tomb, forming a mist of blood that enveloped him.
**”Is that… A’man?”**
Soon, Shi Hao spotted a young girl atop the tomb, resting beside a jade coffin!
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