Altars stretched in rows, each adorned with blood-stained earthen jars!
A hand emerged from one jar, then another claw from the next, unleashing ancient divine techniques to attack Shi Hao. A fierce battle erupted here.
In the end, Shi Hao stumbled out, disheveled and covered in wounds, his hair matted with blood.
“How are you? Are you alright?” Bird Master asked in shock.
“No problem!” Shi Hao replied, sitting cross-legged on the ground. He channeled his profound arts with full force, expelling wisps of black mist to prevent himself from succumbing to demonic corruption.
This place was too eerie. Shi Hao had already charged in three times, each time returning severely wounded, only able to stand there briefly to comprehend a fragment of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique.
The technique couldn’t be taken away—it had to be studied on the spot.
Unfortunately, this secret art was far too intricate, formed from the evolution of Great Dao runes and condensed into two bones. Memorization was impossible; true enlightenment was required.
The patterns were astoundingly complex, shifting like the stars in the sky—ever-changing and wondrous.
This was no ordinary scripture. While it contained traces of immortal script, over ninety percent of it was composed of Dao patterns, interpreting the most fundamental laws—the power of the Great Dao itself.
It was in constant flux, revealing the original mysteries of the True Phoenix!
Clearly, the one who left this scripture believed that mere words could never capture the essence of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique. Only through the Great Dao of the True Phoenix could its secrets be fully conveyed.
But this made comprehension incredibly difficult for most. It was a secret art of the Phoenix lineage, nearly impossible for other beings to grasp.
Its endless transformations, like countless stars, were maddening.
Understanding required deep meditation and insight, akin to deciphering a vast celestial tome.
Shi Hao had ventured in three times, each time managing to glimpse the True Phoenix’s divine power for a fleeting moment. To him, the bone inscriptions resembled phoenixes dancing in the sky.
The patterns blazed with flames, accompanied by the True Phoenix, soaring to strike the heavens, perishing only to be reborn from the ashes—resplendent, their forms filling the cosmos before vanishing.
This was Shi Hao’s perception—the True Phoenix Treasure Technique was terrifyingly profound, vast and unfathomable.
To truly master it required extraordinary talent; otherwise, it would remain an enigma.
“Shh!”
As the last wisp of black mist left his body, Shi Hao stood up and charged back in, his goal clear—the mysteries inscribed on the Phoenix bones.
**Boom!**
The battle erupted once more. Shi Hao fought his way through halls and cages, engaging in combat while studying the Phoenix’s secret art before the altars.
The Red Dragon Ge Gu fell silent, inwardly marveling at Shi Hao’s strength—far surpassing its own.
At first, it had been unwilling to admit defeat, believing that in a battle of equal realms, Shi Hao would likely lose. Even when Shi Hao had interrupted its duel with Xi Gu and suppressed them both, it had dismissed it as carelessness.
But now, after witnessing these battles, it was certain—Shi Hao had reached the pinnacle of his path, exuding an invincible aura in this domain.
It even suspected that Shi Hao might have become the most powerful Empyrean cultivator in history.
At the same time, the sealed earthen jars horrified it. Each contained a being—once unrivaled, peerless figures of their time.
The thought of releasing them was terrifying. What calamity would follow? Unimaginable!
Shi Hao fought fiercely, acknowledging that he currently held an advantage—only one hand could emerge from each jar, not the full entity.
Moreover, only the nearby jars posed a lethal threat, as powerful seals restricted their long-range attacks.
Even so, surrounded by enemies, the battle was brutal. Ancient divine techniques rained down, leaving him drenched in blood—a pitiful sight.
Yet he refused to retreat. This was his fourth charge. Half his focus remained on the Phoenix bones, studying as he fought.
He was comprehending the True Phoenix’s Great Art!
Clearly, Shi Hao possessed astonishing insight. Even in life-and-death combat, he gained enlightenment, his body occasionally glowing as if bathed in divine flames, healing his wounds.
This was learning in real-time—the art of rebirth from ashes, a fragment of the Phoenix’s secret technique!
As Shi Hao battled, he faced not only his enemies but also the black mist seeping from the jars, clinging to his body.
In some ways, this mist was even deadlier.
Brief exposure might be harmless, but prolonged erosion would be disastrous—Meng Tianzheng’s fate was a grim reminder.
Shi Hao would never forget how Meng Tianzheng had vanished in the final battle at the border.
Moreover, Bird Master and Fine Jade Master, who guarded this place year-round, had suffered severe consequences.
“Pfft!”
Shi Hao spat a mouthful of blood, sent flying once more. He began recuperating, healing his wounds and expelling the black mist.
Thus began Shi Hao’s grueling trial—a fight for survival.
In just six days, he endured countless battles, staining the ancient halls and prison with his blood in the most astonishing combat.
Yet no one beyond these walls knew.
If the immortal families of the Nine Heavens learned of this, they would be stunned—even the mighty Shi Hao had met his match, wounded by beings sealed here.
What if a few of these entities escaped their jars? What if one of the chained stone statues broke free?
It would spell catastrophe!
After six days and nights of bloodshed, Shi Hao finally imprinted the profound truths of the two Phoenix bones into his mind, achieving some mastery.
Not full comprehension, but he had memorized the vast, star-like patterns—enough to begin true cultivation and verification.
The True Phoenix Treasure Technique was his at last!
This was the divine ability Shi Hao had long sought, and today, he succeeded.
Silence fell. Shi Hao panted heavily, then closed his eyes, resting for a long time.
Six days of battle had left him exhausted, his bones fractured. At one point, a claw had pierced five holes through his skull—yet he had endured.
Flames flickered over his body, radiant as phoenix feathers, wrapping him in vibrant brilliance as vitality surged forth.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao rose to his feet, fully restored.
The Phoenix’s secret art—Nirvana—had proven its worth in this small test.
Delighted, Shi Hao knew that mastering this technique would allow him to revive even from the brink of death. No ancient art was more precious.
This was the ultimate life-saving skill!
“Bird Master, Fine Jade Master—thank you. I must return to the real world to reflect on this.” Shi Hao bid them farewell.
His gains were immense, requiring time to digest, comprehend, and fully grasp.
Today, the True Phoenix Treasure Technique had truly emerged!
Bird Master and Fine Jade Master sighed. They had chosen well—he had actually succeeded.
Few realized how deadly this place was. Entering meant near-certain death, for the sealed beings were too powerful, capable of slaying even the most prodigious talents.
“The Lower Realm… the prison,” Shi Hao murmured. Suddenly, he turned sharply, his eyes blazing as he stared at the two elders.
A realization struck him—he might have been misled all along.
“Have I been mistaken? Could the so-called Lower Realm prison not refer to the Eight Domains… but to the Void God Realm itself?” Shi Hao was shaken.
It felt as if a window in his mind had shattered, violently thrown open.
This conjecture was staggering, overturning all previous understanding!
Some of the Lower Realm’s secrets lay hidden within the Void God Realm!
“The so-called prison isn’t the Eight Domains. The so-called invincible prisoners… are sealed within the Void God Realm,” Shi Hao rasped, his gaze fixed on the two elders.
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