The golden gate was covered in countless fist imprints, its surface uneven and the sight utterly terrifying!
And then, in the end, a single fist punched straight through, forcibly shattering the massive gate, shocking everyone present.
The crowd was rattled. Though they had long known of Shi Hao’s unimaginable strength, witnessing this scene still sent chills down their spines.
Too monstrous!
That was supposed to be a passage to the Spirit Realm, a gateway to the domain of spirits, a manifestation of the world’s laws—something that surpassed the limits of mortal power and should have been indestructible.
Yet the truth was right before their eyes, undeniable. Shi Hao had fought his way back.
**Boom!**
When the fist retracted and struck again, the golden gate trembled violently, the hole widening many times over. Many clearly saw the young man standing beyond it.
At this moment, Shi Hao’s expression was icy, his gaze indifferent as he stared at them. His fist radiated light, his treasure spells erupted, and his might shook heaven and earth!
The sight was horrifying.
**”Run!”**
Someone screamed. This time, they knew they had thoroughly provoked Shi Hao—this was an absolute disaster.
What followed would likely be a storm of fury, a merciless slaughter as he swept through them all.
**Boom!**
A deafening impact, louder than ever before. This time, Shi Hao’s fist unleashed a dazzling array of lights, combining the power of multiple treasure spells into one devastating strike.
The entire golden gate was sent flying, shocking all the beings within the Spirit Realm.
Though many fled, the gate still crashed into numerous experts—its speed and force too overwhelming to evade.
**Pfft!**
Blood sprayed from mouths, bones snapped, and many screamed as they suffered grievous injuries.
Everything happened too fast, an unforeseen catastrophe.
Could they be blamed for their carelessness? Not at all. They had believed this to be a sure-kill trap, yet it had been shattered just like that.
Shi Hao’s strength defied reason!
Who could have predicted he would punch through the golden gate? Since ancient times, no one had ever truly broken through it—this defied all logic.
Now, Shi Hao had proven with his actions that he was invincible, surpassing all limits. Even the gate of the Spirit Realm could not stop him.
**”A nightmare! This man is a living nightmare!”** Some beings shrieked as they fled in terror.
**Rumble!**
Shi Hao stepped forward, throwing a punch that sent streaks of lightning tearing across tens of thousands of miles. Even those who had already fled into the sky were struck down.
This was the Thunder Emperor’s divine ability—the embodiment of the Lightning Fist.
A single punch unleashed thousands of fist beams, each stretching for countless miles.
The result? A rain of cultivators fell from the sky, crashing down in droves.
Under this strike, there was no suspense—many exploded into dust, while others were charred into blackened husks, dead before they hit the ground.
This was an absolute massacre. Damage in the Spirit Realm meant severe consequences in reality, but this was no mere injury—this was outright slaughter.
Some wounds in the Spirit Realm, if too severe, could kill a person in the real world.
In theory, only soul-destroying tools like the Soul-Annihilation Needles or Soul-Annihilation Towers, crafted in the Spirit Realm, could truly erase a person’s existence in both worlds.
But under certain circumstances, if the damage was too overwhelming—if the soul was obliterated in the Spirit Realm or the Void God Realm—it could still lead to true death.
Now, Shi Hao was striking in fury, his power boundless.
On this day, across the three thousand provinces, many within great sects screamed before their bodies turned cold, lifeless.
A tragedy. For some ancient orthodoxies, this day was pure terror—many of their experts had simply died!
Within the Spirit Realm, Shi Hao’s expression was frigid, his rage palpable. His killing intent surged like a boundless ocean, overwhelming the world.
**”In the battle at the borderlands, countless heroes shed their blood to repel the foreign realm, never to return. And yet, you—who never once set foot on that battlefield—not only failed to aid us but sought to kill us instead. If you have any courage, go to the borderlands! You all deserve to be wiped out!”**
**Rumble!**
Shi Hao transformed into a colossal Kun Peng, soaring ninety thousand miles into the sky. Golden feathers, streaked with black patterns, blazed with terrifying might.
At this moment, Shi Hao was invincible. As a Kun Peng, he swept across countless miles, slaughtering without mercy.
Behind him, the golden gate lay in ruins. Now, he was unstoppable, crushing mountains and annihilating cultivators from all clans, turning the land into a scene of apocalypse.
**Boom!**
The heavens split, the earth shattered. Ghosts wailed, gods howled. This was a chase of blood and death—nearly every cultivator who had participated in sealing the golden gate was slaughtered.
As for the Spirit Realm’s guardian deity, the Stone Man, he reappeared—only to crack apart once more, dissolving into streams of light.
Surpassing the limits—this was the eternal theme of the Void God Realm and the Spirit Realm!
Only by achieving this could one truly transcend, surpassing all predecessors, shattering the rules and defying reason!
Shi Hao continued his pursuit, his Kun Peng form stretching for thousands of miles as he tore through the land, unstoppable.
He was beginning to understand—was this place a training ground for the strongest, left behind by the ancients?
Shi Hao swept through the region, leaving shattered mountains and corpses in his wake. None could oppose him.
On this day, the three thousand provinces trembled. Some ancient sects suffered unimaginable losses, their experts meeting gruesome fates.
For some, this day was a nightmare they would never escape.
For others, it was far worse—they died outright, never to awaken again.
**”Halt!”**
A furious roar echoed from afar. A simple bronze hall, exuding strands of immortal aura, emerged ahead, pressing toward Shi Hao.
Shi Hao’s heart pounded. His pupils contracted—he dared not be careless. His massive Kun Peng form shrank, reverting to human shape.
That bronze hall was dangerous, radiating immortal energy and an oppressive force.
**The Immortal Palace?**
**Whoosh!**
The bronze hall glowed as dozens of green copper rust fragments shot out like cursed clouds, spreading across the sky with a soul-shaking power.
The rust of the Immortal Palace—the embodiment of a curse.
Back in the lower realm, Shi Hao had once been struck by this rust, hurled by an old servant of the Immortal Palace. He had been buried outside Stone Village for a year before reviving.
That had been the most perilous moment of his life.
Now, how could he afford to be careless?
He twisted aside, narrowly avoiding the rust.
Yet his heart chilled—this was the Spirit Realm. If the bronze hall had manifested here, did that mean the true spirit of an immortal artifact had been brought in?
Or was this merely a projection of an unparalleled treasure, forced into the Spirit Realm?
Shi Hao moved like lightning, dodging swiftly as he drew a sword from his back and slashed forward.
He had prepared for this. This blade would be his weapon against the immortal-infused bronze hall.
Any divine weapon, so long as it contained laws and order within it, could be brought into the Spirit Realm or the Void God Realm.
**Clang!**
Sparks flew in the distance. Shi Hao’s slash sent the bronze hall shuddering.
Yet he was uncertain. Legends spoke of an immortal slumbering within the Bronze Immortal Palace—though crippled, its power remained unfathomable.
Was this hall a projection, or a manifestation of laws meant to suppress him?
If it truly was the Bronze Immortal Palace… was there an immortal inside?
Shi Hao was confident in surpassing all limits within the Void God Realm and the Spirit Realm, crushing all mortal opponents.
But if an immortal—even a crippled one—was involved, the outcome was unpredictable. Likely disastrous.
He doubted this spiritual realm could suppress an immortal’s power to match his own level.
**”Brat, you dare raise your sword against my Immortal Palace?”** A middle-aged man appeared before the bronze hall, glaring coldly at Shi Hao.
**”Spare me your nonsense. You struck first,”** Shi Hao retorted icily.
**”Because you have committed slaughter, killing far too many. I am here to stop your rampage,”** the man declared.
**”How noble. Where were you during the borderlands war? Now that these people have tried to cut off my path, your Immortal Palace emerges to intervene. What is your true aim?”** Shi Hao demanded.
**”Impudence!”** the man roared.
**”Scram! Just because your sect has a true immortal doesn’t mean I’ll bow to you!”** Seeing the man’s arrogance and aggression, Shi Hao showed no mercy. He raised his sword and struck.
**Pfft!**
After a brief clash, blood sprayed as the man was sent flying, his right arm severed.
The Immortal Palace meant nothing to him. Once the pretense was gone, Shi Hao would kill without hesitation!
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