“Where is Huang? He turned the Demon Sunflower Garden upside down, emptied the entire underground palace and treasury, yet lately he’s gone silent.”
“He likely hasn’t returned to the lower realm yet. Forcing his way down would cripple him, if not kill him outright!”
Across the three thousand provinces, many major factions speculated about Shi Hao’s whereabouts, eager to know his next move. His last decisive strike had been too shocking.
Some sects remained on high alert, bracing for his return, yet he had vanished without a trace.
The Netherworld, Immortal Palace, Celestial Nation—these ancient lineages, each with unfathomable secrets, dared not let their guard down.
“I wish he would come. The sooner we kill him, the better, before he truly breaks through to the Supreme Realm and becomes a calamity!”
In an ancient hall, a hoarse voice spoke, chilling as a whisper from the depths of hell.
It was clear how terrifying some factions were. Even after Shi Hao’s legendary feats in the Borderlands, there were still those who refused to acknowledge him.
Take the Immortal Palace—during the Borderlands war, a Supreme Being had claimed that within its rusted bronze halls slumbered a half-ruined true immortal, an existence beyond comprehension.
Now, some wore faint, enigmatic smiles, unafraid.
Yet others, like the Dragon Demon Sect and the Fire Cloud Cave—forces behind the Six Crowned King Ning Chuan, who had long persecuted the descendants of the Sinful Blood—wore expressions of unease.
If Huang returned and struck at them, they would be defenseless!
In desperation, they resorted to veiled threats, claiming knowledge of the Sinful Blood descendants’ hiding places in the upper realm.
Their implication was clear: if Huang dared to kill, they would retaliate by targeting the remaining strongholds of the Shi and Fire Clans.
During the Borderlands war, An Lan had risked his life to breach the pass, paying a steep price to unleash a world-shaking strike—snatching away Sin Province, the ancestral land of the Sinful Bloodline.
Only a scattered few remained in other provinces, a mere remnant.
At Mount Bujie, Shi Hao sat motionless in meditation, a golden butterfly fluttering above his shoulder, guarding him.
Nearby, Shi Ziling, Qin Yining, and others also sat in meditation.
Despite knowing Shi Hao’s immense strength, they feared for his safety—their eldest son now stood at the eye of the storm.
Especially after learning that true immortals might still exist in the three thousand provinces, their worries deepened, fearing he would be ambushed.
At this moment, Shi Hao’s body was warm as jade, but his consciousness had vanished—his spirit had entered a vast mental realm.
The Spirit World, boundless and mirroring the three thousand provinces.
Towering mountains, swirling spiritual energy.
Ancient trees reached for the heavens; the roars of apes and tigers filled the air, a land of primal wilderness.
“This is the Spirit World,” Shi Hao mused as he walked. “To construct such a mental realm—how powerful must its creator be?”
Here, his spirit lived as vividly as in the physical world.
A silver waterfall, thunderous as it plunged from a mountain tens of thousands of feet high, crashed against the cliffs, sending up waves of white spray.
Shi Hao pressed onward, heading for the place where he had once entered the Void God Realm.
Along the way, he gleaned much from the chatter of cultivators—countless entered the Spirit World daily, and their discussions were no different from those in reality.
“Some sects are preparing against me, even plotting harm?”
Shi Hao smirked coldly.
“Daring to threaten me?”
If he encountered them on this path, he would show no mercy.
“The Fire Cloud Cave’s territory?”
By chance, not long after entering the Spirit World, he passed through famed mountains and learned he was near their domain.
In reality, all major sects had footholds here, for this mental realm also served as a training ground for elite disciples.
Shi Hao strode forward, hands clasped behind his back, heading straight for their gates.
“Heavens! Who is that? Am I seeing things?”
He was recognized instantly.
By now, Shi Hao was a figure of renown. Some sects kept his likeness not out of reverence, but to avoid unwittingly provoking disaster.
Especially those at odds with him—they had drilled his image into their disciples’ minds.
No one expected Huang, silent for so long, to appear in the Spirit World, right at the Fire Cloud Cave’s doorstep!
The news spread like wildfire, shaking the region. Factions mobilized, rushing to witness the event.
The implications were too great.
“Huang! What are you doing? Don’t act recklessly!”
The Fire Cloud Cave’s territory was bathed in rolling spiritual mist, purple radiance, and immortal haze.
Amidst the violet mountains, ancient caves brimmed with concentrated essence and roaring flames.
Shi Hao stood with his black hair loose, his delicate features belying the overwhelming aura he now exuded—like an exiled immortal, stern and regal.
He gazed down upon the land, his presence terrifying.
“Boom!”
With a single palm strike, the purple mountains shattered, flames surging skyward as the area collapsed into ruin.
Everyone was stunned. What kind of power was this?
Standing outside the mountain gates, he had obliterated everything—barriers, formations—with one blow.
When others arrived, they found only devastation.
Shi Hao had passed through and leveled the Fire Cloud Cave’s Spirit World stronghold without hesitation.
“Let there be no more threats. Otherwise, I will come for you in person.”
With those words, he departed.
Many factions hadn’t witnessed his strike, but the ruins spoke volumes of his might.
After this, many Fire Cloud Cave experts in reality coughed up blood, pale as if gravely ill.
Death in the Spirit World inflicted severe damage in reality.
Shi Hao pressed on, soon encountering the Dragon Demon Sect’s base.
Here, he was even more ruthless—a single punch annihilated their gates, reducing a group of experts to blood mist and scattered light.
The impact shook the three thousand provinces.
Then, Shi Hao vanished from sight, no longer drawing attention.
He soared across the sky, arriving at the passage to the Void God Realm.
The area was vast.
On the cliffs, enormous raptors nested like storm clouds.
On the ground, divine ants the size of calves crawled.
Beasts and birds of prey lurked everywhere, perilous to ordinary folk.
Shi Hao traversed the land effortlessly. Ahead, golden light shimmered through chaotic mist, exuding an ancient aura.
There stood a pair of colossal golden doors, slightly ajar—his destination.
Without hesitation, Shi Hao pushed them open. Nearby, a stone figure stirred, divine light flickering within.
“Who goes there?” it intoned.
In the past, this guardian had been inert, like a statue. Now, Shi Hao’s overwhelming vitality roused it.
“I seek passage to the Void God Realm,” Shi Hao replied.
Once, he had tread carefully here. Now, he feared nothing.
The stone figure was powerful, but it could not stop him.
After a pause, it sighed. “My power is limited. I cannot interfere with one who has transcended the extremes.”
With a flash of light, it vanished—a manifestation of the Spirit World’s rules.
Shi Hao strode forward along a stone path leading to a bronze altar. Long ago, he had battled Feng Wu and the Fire Metal Clan’s Teng Yi here, earning the title “Great Evil from the Lower Realm.”
He did not linger, descending the steps.
In the Void God Realm, Bird Grandpa and Essence Stone Grandpa called this the Celestial Path.
Back then, Shi Hao had barely managed the journey, sneaking from the Void God Realm into the Spirit World with great effort.
Now, he moved with impossible speed.
Finally, he arrived.
A pair of massive doors blocked the passage between realms, sealed tight.
They had been closed to prevent upper-realm beings from invading the lower realm.
Shi Hao’s heart stirred. Though his true body hadn’t returned, his will had arrived first, ready to step into familiar lands.
“Boom!”
He struck the doors, the sound shaking the ancient earth.
Chaos churned—this was the only path linking the lower realm’s mental world.
Excitement surged in Shi Hao. Perhaps he would soon see old friends.
But no matter how long he knocked, there was no response.
Frowning, he wondered—how to proceed?
Could he force them open?
These doors had stood since antiquity, barring the upper realm’s invasion. They were indestructible.
Yet, as Bird Grandpa and Essence Stone Grandpa had once said—nothing was absolute. At the peak of strength, all barriers could be broken.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao unleashed a punch, light erupting as the massive doors trembled.
In the Spirit World and Void God Realm, strength was measured by one’s mastery of extreme cultivation realms.
Thus, Shi Hao’s strike carried terrifying force.
“Rumble—”
The doors quaked, blazing with light and thunderous noise.
“Who?!”
At last, a voice answered from beyond.
In a flash of radiance, like an immortal’s ascent, Shi Hao was enveloped in light—and vanished, entering the Void God Realm.
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