Chapter 1800: The Secret of Origins

An ancient artifact of origin, possessing truly terrifying power, once at its peak and glory, it even gave rise to a Burial King!

Isn’t that something belonging to the Burial Clan? Shi Hao would never forget—he remembered clearly that day, nearly dying in the abyssal hall.

Now, a similar artifact radiated nine-colored brilliance, shimmering with an undying misty glow, wreathed in chaotic energy.

Dark matter seethed, brimming with astonishing vitality, animating all the corpses, making them rise and grow progressively stronger!

“What is that? A supreme treasure?!”

Everyone was stunned. A supreme artifact? It could actually create such a spectacle, making every soul tremble in disbelief.

The Immortal Domain had dispatched troops, naturally including super experts, yet even they were dumbfounded. Though they had anticipated something strange, none had imagined such a mysterious ancient artifact.

“What is that? Does the commander know?” someone whispered.

“Not entirely sure. It’s too sinister. This artifact has revived all these corpses—more mysterious than even an Immortal King’s artifact. Its power is unimaginable!”

The forces of the Immortal Domain braced for battle, fortifying their defenses along the dragon vein. Banners fluttered, arrays rose in clusters, dark and dense, stacking endlessly.

“What exactly are these dark creatures? What is their origin?” someone pondered, speculating.

At that moment, an elderly man from the Immortal Domain approached. His age was extreme—despite daily nourishment from immortal energy and consuming divine elixirs, his vitality was clearly waning.

His body was little more than golden skin stretched over bones. At a glance, one might mistake him for a skeleton.

“The Black Calamity… it happened once before. That time was brutal, but it was eventually quelled—my ancestor fought in that war. As for whether it occurred even earlier, I do not know. That is a secret of the higher echelons,” the old man said.

Everyone was stunned. Such a cruel disaster should have been passed down to warn future generations. Why was it sealed as a forbidden secret?

“I’ve heard it involves questions of origin—like how the Foreign Realm came to be. It might be connected!” a commander interjected.

“Silence!” Clearly, the old man held high status. He rebuked the commander, forbidding reckless words. Some matters were forbidden for a reason, kept secret by the higher powers.

The treasure mirror was withdrawn. The ancient artifact in the darkness vanished, leaving nothing visible but the black ocean’s edge, where mountains and seas of creatures advanced.

This was an explosive expansion. The territory the Immortal Domain had reserved was swiftly eroded, entirely transformed into a dark domain.

One after another, newly evolved leaders and kings roared, glaring hungrily at the defenses ahead.

**Boom!**

A creature struck—a nine-headed serpent, each head spewing black flames. Its massive body rivaled a great mountain, its attack power terrifying.

“Already approaching the Dunyi level? In just days, the evolved dark beast kings have reached such strength?”

On the dragon vein’s side, people were shocked.

Killing this nine-headed serpent wasn’t difficult, but such beast kings were numerous, each region teeming with them. How many would seven hundred dark states produce?

Most horrifying was the speed of evolution!

In mere dozens of days, they had nearly reached Dunyi-level power. It was chilling, enough to make souls tremble.

Many found it absurd. How could these dark creatures gain such power so easily? Cultivation was defying the heavens, enduring countless hardships to grow strong.

What right did these dark creatures have? In such a short time, they matched a lifetime of a normal cultivator’s accumulation!

Many felt bitter, defeated, even disheartened.

“Don’t despair. These creatures grow so strong through endless devouring. What seems like one creature is actually an amalgamation of countless beings,” an Immortal Domain commander explained.

According to him, all creatures in a state might eventually be devoured by one, their essence merging into a supreme being.

But this had its flaws. At a certain point, mere devouring wouldn’t suffice for further growth.

“Once they develop true consciousness, their devouring ability wanes, and they become normal creatures,” the old man sighed.

Yet, it was still terrifying—such a method to create powerhouses was horrifying.

“They can only produce low-tier soldiers. True experts can’t be made this way, save for a few special bloodlines that evolve by chance,” the old man added, reassuring the crowd.

Shi Hao didn’t approach. He observed from another state, keeping his distance from the Immortal Domain’s experts, knowing their keen senses.

Undoubtedly, there were true immortals among them.

Still, he could glean information from the news spreading from there.

**Roar!**

A deafening roar echoed through the darkness as a creature ascended—an elder, disheveled and bloodstained, his body radiating golden light.

“The old sect master of the Vajra Gate! He’s devoured beast kings and reached the peak of the Dunyi realm. Is this defying the heavens?”

Many were stunned.

Witnessing this, the old sect master’s eyes gleamed coldly, like silver lanterns, his consciousness growing more complete.

“Wait—look! That mysterious box flew over, pausing above him. Did it grant him a boon?” someone exclaimed.

In the darkness, even the mist scattered as the nine-colored box floated above the elder, making him shudder.

“Is this an attempt to create a leader, a supreme-tier soldier?” someone frowned.

The skeletal old man from the Immortal Domain grew solemn. Such chosen beings might birth unique bloodlines, evolving into threats.

“Is this the work of the true dark power behind the scenes, or did the box choose him?” he murmured.

Then, glancing at the Vajra Gate elder, he whispered to nearby Immortal Domain cultivators, “Kill him.”

“Legend says, in some forgotten era, was this how Yutuo unexpectedly appeared and grew?” a high commander whispered to the old man.

A few nearby overheard, their eyes widening in shock.

“What? This—”

“Such a thing?!”

“Heavens, is the origin of the Foreign Realm tied to this? So convoluted?” They shuddered, their scalps prickling.

“Such talk is forbidden!” the old man hissed, glancing around. Thankfully, only Immortal Domain beings were near.

“Elder, we all know this dark storm is but a glimpse of the chaos to come. The severity was foretold long ago by the grandmaster. Hiding the truth now is unfair. We refuse to die ignorant—if we must fall, let it be with clarity,” the commander said.

Those nearby trembled, their hairs standing on end. What did this mean? The commander’s pessimism boded ill.

“Panic must be avoided. Some truths must remain hidden!” the old man said coldly.

“But most of us will never return to the Immortal Domain. At this point, why keep us in the dark? I refuse to accept it!” the high commander retorted.

“Never return?”

“Why? Are we all doomed here?”

The others froze.

Goosebumps rose as they sensed a looming catastrophe. Weren’t they told this battle wouldn’t be too harsh? Many had seen them off with smiles, awaiting their return.

“You may not know, but once, exalted figures fought dark creatures… yet never returned to the Immortal Domain,” the high commander said, eyes gleaming.

“All… perished?”

“No. Some lived—some still walk this world. But they were barred from the Immortal Domain, left stranded in this realm.”

“Why?” someone asked hoarsely, swallowing hard.

“They dwell in the Forbidden Zones,” the commander replied.