Even a crippled immortal, half-ruined as he may be, remains an invincible force beyond contempt—no one dares to treat him as an ant!
Shi Hao’s words were purely meant to mock him, for not long ago, that very crippled immortal in the bronze hall had looked down upon Shi Hao with disdain, even claiming that killing him would dirty his hands.
Brilliant flames illuminated eternity!
No one could have predicted such an outcome—not even Shi Hao himself. The true immortal’s imprint had been devoured, consumed by fire!
Originally, the crippled immortal’s mark in the bronze hall had been enveloped by his own divine flames. Yet now, another blaze had emerged, one that sought to slay him!
“This is… impossible!”
The crippled immortal roared in disbelief. How could a mere insect in his eyes be the one to end him? Who would believe such a tale?
A cluster of flames, woven entirely from sacred symbols, flickered and danced—radiant and serene to others, but to the crippled immortal, it was hell itself, an abyss of destruction and desolation from which there was no escape.
**ROAR!**
With a deafening bellow, his divine flames surged, engulfing heaven and earth. The towering mountains around him turned molten, liquefying before evaporating entirely.
Nothing could withstand it—this was the crippled immortal’s true fire, a manifestation of immortal power capable of incinerating all.
Yet, he could not kill Shi Hao, for the latter was shielded by another inferno.
“How can this be?!” he howled, his body disintegrating as the so-called immortal imprint cracked apart. He was on the verge of annihilation.
**CRACK!**
A crisp sound echoed, as if the world itself had been torn asunder, heralding the end of days.
With one final roar, the crippled immortal’s flames erupted, flattening the land for countless miles, turning it into a sea of magma before reducing it to ashes.
And just like that, he perished—consumed by the flames.
When silence finally returned, only a single orb of light remained before Shi Hao—no larger than a fist, composed of pulsating symbols, greedily absorbing the essence of the crippled immortal’s fire.
It was over. Like a fleeting dream, the imprint of an immortal-level powerhouse had been burned to nothingness.
The devastation stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles—a wasteland where mountains and rivers had ceased to exist.
A single flame had wrought apocalyptic destruction.
**WHOOSH!**
The bronze hall tore through the void, vanishing into the distance before dissolving into a rain of light. It had fled.
Shi Hao froze, then paled. He too turned into a streak of radiance, departing the Void God Realm.
Back in his secluded chamber, Shi Hao’s true body snapped his eyes open—two blazing torches illuminating the stone room.
The Imperial Butterfly fluttered gracefully upon his shoulder.
Shi Hao rose swiftly, urgency propelling him like a whirlwind out of his seclusion. He needed to see his parents, to find Qin Changsheng—he had to get his family away from here immediately.
For he had slain an immortal.
This was an earth-shattering event, one that would inevitably unleash a storm of unimaginable fury.
Had he truly eradicated the immortal, it might have been different. But this was merely a fragment of the crippled immortal’s essence—not his true self. The consequences would be dire.
Yet, in that moment, he had no choice.
“What? You killed an immortal?” Even Shi Ziling and Qin Yining, who had always held their eldest son in the highest regard as a peerless genius, were stunned by this revelation.
Such a feat was beyond comprehension!
In this era, the very existence of immortals had been debated, with many believing the path to immortality was sealed. Yet here was their son, having slaughtered a true immortal.
“Not the real thing—just a trace of his imprint. But that’s precisely why disaster looms. We must leave now!” Shi Hao urged.
When Qin Changsheng arrived and learned the truth, even he was left speechless. This boy truly knew no bounds—daring to provoke even the being from the Immortal Palace?
“Fear not. We need not cower before him,” Qin Changsheng mused after contemplation.
“Oh?” Shi Hao was taken aback.
“From what I know, the entity slumbering in the Immortal Palace is indeed nothing more than a crippled immortal,” Qin Changsheng explained.
Through him, Shi Hao learned more.
In the great battle of old, the being from the Immortal Palace had been utterly shattered—his body reduced to a mere fragment, his soul barely intact.
His inability to recover stemmed from the enemy’s lingering power corroding his flesh and spirit, a festering wound that left him barely clinging to life.
“He cannot emerge,” Qin Changsheng continued.
The Immortal Palace was a mysterious ancient land housing a sacred immortal spring. The crippled immortal had sealed himself within its depths, slumbering for eons.
Without that spring, he would have perished long ago.
Even in the glorious age of the Immortal Ancient Era, only a handful of such springs existed—all destroyed in the great war, their guardians fallen.
The crippled immortal, as the last remnant of that era, had claimed the sole surviving spring to sustain his broken form.
As for the bronze Immortal Palace, it typically rested atop the spring, rarely venturing forth, serving primarily as its guardian.
The crippled immortal had left a crucial imprint within the bronze hall to maintain control, ensuring that in times of crisis, the ancient palace could be summoned.
“Now that you’ve destroyed that imprint, the repercussions will be severe. The crippled immortal will suffer backlash,” Qin Changsheng said.
Already on the brink, the loss of a vital soul fragment could spell his doom.
Qin Changsheng speculated that faced with such a life-threatening blow, the crippled immortal would not dare emerge. Instead, he would likely plunge deeper into the spring to preserve his failing body.
Otherwise, he would die.
“Wait—so my accidental strike might truly have slain an immortal?” Shi Hao was stunned.
“Then why not storm his lair now, while he’s weak, and finish him off for good?” Shi Hao growled.
A crippled immortal was too dangerous to leave alive.
“Impossible,” Qin Changsheng shook his head. “His seclusion does not mean he is powerless. If cornered, he could unleash a final, devastating strike—one that would annihilate gods and Buddhas alike. Of course, such an act would cost him his life.”
Otherwise, why had he remained hidden all these years, enduring in silence as the world changed around him?
“Pathetic, for an immortal to cling so desperately to life. Were I in his place, I’d drag my broken body to the frontier and die in one last glorious battle,” Shi Hao scoffed.
Comparing the crippled immortal to Meng Tianzheng only deepened his disdain.
“But he is still an immortal, with unfathomable means. Even trapped, he has countless ways to strike back,” Qin Yining fretted, urging her son to return to the lower realm at once.
Though the path back had been uncovered, it was not yet fully secured.
“Worry not. So long as the crippled immortal does not emerge, Mount Neveraging can handle his schemes,” Qin Changsheng declared.
Such confidence surprised even Shi Hao, let alone Shi Ziling and the others.
“Here, we have the Five Elements Mountain. None dare defy it!” Qin Changsheng proclaimed.
For the Five Elements Mountain was a sacred treasure of unparalleled might.
“Alas, it is damaged and sealed, or it would be even more formidable,” Qin Changsheng lamented.
His acquisition of the mountain was tied to that immortal bone, which had guided him to countless fortunes—none greater than this.
He would never forget his first encounter with the Five Elements Mountain.
That day, the bone in his chest had blazed with light, its symbols transforming into immortal flames that led him into a shattered ancient realm.
There, a mountain shaped like five fingers stood amidst rolling immortal mist and churning chaos.
Upon its slopes lay the corpses of countless gods and demons, a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
A voice had echoed then—a sigh, a lament—speaking of how the Five Elements Mountain had once birthed countless primordial deities, only for war to claim them all.
Qin Changsheng’s recounting left his listeners breathless.
**BOOM!**
That very day, a terrifying aura erupted from the direction of the Immortal Palace. Immortal mist blotted out the heavens, tearing through the firmament and sending celestial bodies crashing down.
The sight shook the world.
News spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the three thousand provinces.
Yet after that explosive surge, the region fell deathly silent—like a candle flaring brightly before extinguishing.
“His final flicker before the end!”
Some immediately speculated that the crippled immortal had met his demise, perishing in his slumber.
This was a cataclysmic event!
“By the heavens! I heard countless experts had gone to slay an immortal—even the Immortal Palace had mobilized. Could this be the result?”
The explosive news sent tremors through the three thousand provinces!
A seismic shift rippled across the land, leaving powerhouses dumbfounded.
Soon, some ventured forth along an ancient path to investigate the Immortal Palace’s domain.
Few knew its location, but some did.
“The Immortal Palace has sealed its gates, with the bronze hall suppressing the entire region. None may approach!”
The proclamation sent shockwaves through the world.
The Immortal Palace had indeed undergone a calamity!
“Defying the heavens! Shi Hao may have slain an immortal!”
That day, countless voices cried out in disbelief.
The great sects and factions paled, their leaders gripped by dread.
Not long ago, many had sought to cut off Shi Hao’s retreat in the Spirit Realm, only to suffer heavy losses.
Yet they had remained unshaken, confident that the Immortal Palace would ultimately crush him.
Now, it seemed their hopes had been in vain. Shi Hao had not only survived—he might have slain an immortal!
That very day, envoys from numerous sects arrived at Mount Neveraging, bearing lavish gifts and apologies.
For even if Shi Hao was not present, they believed he would return.
And so, the storm began.
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