“As long as you live, that day will come. I believe my brother Huang will return, rising from the lower realm to slay that crippled immortal!” said the Heavenly Horned Ant, his emotions running high.
Hot-tempered by nature, as a descendant of the Ten Fierce, he had always feared nothing. Having fought in the Border Wars, he held no fear for the so-called peerless genius of the Wang Clan.
“Hah, I hope so too. After all, he was one of the strongest of our generation. But alas, cursed by the Immortal-Severing Curse, he likely will never have that chance.”
Before Wang Shi could respond, someone spoke up, their tone cold and indifferent. Rather than regret, it was more like mockery.
The Wang Clan and the Jin Clan were colossal forces, deeply rooted in the Nine Heavens, and naturally had many allies. Some of this generation’s top talents were eager to align themselves with them.
Thus, they spoke in their favor.
“What nonsense are you spouting?!” The Heavenly Horned Ant’s golden hair bristled like blazing flames. The events of the past still pained him, leaving him with regret and helplessness.
In truth, he refused to believe that Shi Hao had become a mortal, now entering the twilight of his life.
But the Immortal-Severing Curse was truly unsolvable—who could withstand it?
Back then, when the crippled immortal struck, no one could stop it, leaving only this lingering sorrow.
“Hah, thirty years have passed. No matter how talented he was, his vitality must have withered by now. At best, he’s a flickering candle, barely clinging to life. At worst, he’s already dead!” This time, a powerhouse from the Feng Clan spoke up.
The Jin Clan, the Wang Clan, and the Feng Clan—three of the Eternal Clans—had all opposed Shi Hao in the past.
Hearing these words, some fell silent.
Chang Gongyan and the Heavenly Horned Ant felt their chests heave, their emotions turbulent.
If that were truly the case, the once-heaven-defying genius would meet a pitiable and tragic end.
Thirty years ago, they had descended to the lower realm, passing through the Three Thousand Provinces to reach the Void God Realm.
Back then, some had seen Shi Hao. He had laughed heartily, showing no sorrow, yet he had also told them that his days of freedom were numbered—he would soon be crippled.
That was the last time they saw him. Thirty years had passed since then, and they never had another chance to descend.
The invasion of the Dark Creatures had sealed all passages!
Thirty years without a trace—could their old friend truly have aged into frailty, like the blood-red sunset of a fading hero?
That was… the most likely outcome.
After all, the Immortal-Severing Curse was irreversible. It severed one’s cultivation, draining their magic power. Once a powerhouse’s vitality was damaged, it would gradually wither away.
“Surviving alone is already a luxury. What rise? What comeback? Hah!” Jin Zhan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
His hatred for Shi Hao ran deep. The turning point of his life had been that fateful battle with Huang at Emperor Pass, where his defeat cost him the chance to lead his generation.
That battle had shattered him, destabilizing his cultivation. Later, in a bloody clash with creatures from the Foreign Realm, he even lost his physical body.
After that, Wang Xi had broken her promise to become his Dao companion, creating a rift between the Jin and Wang Clans.
“You, a defeated remnant, have forgotten how easily Huang crushed you at Emperor Pass, haven’t you? Now that he’s gone, you think you can look down on everyone?”
The Heavenly Horned Ant, furious, lashed out with biting sarcasm.
Jin Zhan’s gaze turned icy, murderous intent surging.
“Friends, why dwell on this? There’s no need to let past grievances ruin our harmony. Today, we should discuss the path ahead,” someone interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.
But the effort was wasted.
Some remained confrontational, harboring ill will toward the Heavenly Horned Ant and the Lunar Grace.
“A dead man is nothing to praise. No matter how dazzling he was in the past, now he’s just a pile of bones in the lower realm,” said the Feng Clan expert.
In truth, this clan had been the first to move against Shi Hao. The moment he appeared in Boundless Heaven, they had sent Yuan Qing to exile him to the Primordial Ancient Mine.
All because the Sinful Blood lineage clashed with their ancestors. They could not tolerate the Shi Clan nurturing a towering figure.
“Your words grate on my ears,” Tuoba Yulong spoke up. Hailing from a family of Emperor Pass, he had a good relationship with Shi Hao.
Their bond had been forged on the battlefield, where Huang had single-handedly slain several elite warriors of the Foreign Realm’s Imperial Clan.
Moreover, Shi Hao had saved Tuoba Yulong and the Four Phoenixes of the Wei Clan during the final battle.
Many, including the Fairy of the Heaven Mending Sect and Qi Hong, cast unfriendly glances at the Feng Clan expert.
Back then, Shi Hao had killed their clan’s heir, leaving deep enmity. This man made no attempt to hide his hostility, sneering openly.
“The dead are gone. What’s the point of arguing?” someone from the Wang Clan spoke, though not to calm the situation—there was a hint of provocation in his tone.
“The path was of his own choosing,” he added flatly.
This was another member of the Wang Clan, aside from Wang Shi and Wang Xi—a rising star of the past thirty years, whose brilliance had shone especially bright in the last decade.
“What do you mean?” Chang Gongyan asked darkly.
“Many of his mistakes were self-inflicted. His crippling was inevitable,” the man replied coolly.
“Brat, do you have a death wish? When Shi Hao was fighting at the border, earning his glory, you were still suckling at your mother’s breast in the Wang Clan!” The Heavenly Horned Ant’s temper flared, his words sharp.
The remark was exaggerated—Wang Lan had not been an infant back then, but he had been under twenty, still in a critical phase of cultivation.
“Let’s not dwell on the past. But today, I must make an apology,” Wang Lan suddenly said, his tone shifting as he turned his gaze toward the Lunar Grace.
“Recently, an elder of my clan was ambushed and abducted. It is said that a certain fat Taoist named Cao Yousheng was present.”
“What are you implying?” the Lunar Grace asked.
“My apologies. I’ve heard you are close to that Taoist. After this gathering, we would like to invite you to the Wang Clan as our guest for a time,” Wang Lan stated.
Many were shocked, their eyes turning to Wang Shi, who had remained silent. As one of the organizers of this gathering, his motives were now suspect.
Wang Shi’s voice turned cold, his earlier calm demeanor gone. “My elder brother was captured. Today, we must act.”
His words made their intentions clear—this had been planned.
Qing Yi, Tuoba Yulong, Chang Gongyan, the Four Phoenixes, and the Heavenly Horned Ant all flared with anger. The Wang Clan dared to make a move at this gathering?
“You dare?!” The Heavenly Horned Ant stepped forward first, moving to stand beside the Lunar Grace.
**Boom!**
At that moment, a snow-white qilin beside the Lunar Grace erupted with terrifying blood energy, startling many.
This was also a descendant of the Ten Fierce—after thirty years, it had grown powerful!
“Interesting. But apologies, everyone—we *will* take her. Rest assured, we won’t harm her. We only await that fat Taoist’s surrender.”
A chilling voice rang out as a blurred figure materialized, gradually solidifying—a man with gray hair and golden eyes, his aura shaking the heavens.
The space around him cracked as he stood there, making the very world tremble.
“Wang Wu!” Many gasped, recognizing him.
“The Wang Clan acts without restraint! This is a gathering of peers, yet you dare to seize someone at will?” the Fairy of the Heaven Mending Sect rebuked.
Many were both furious and alarmed. Those with ties to Shi Hao and the Lunar Grace glared in defiance.
The Wang Clan was too overbearing. Even if Wang Changsheng had become the foremost among Supreme Venerables, their actions were excessively domineering.
Some speculated that the Wang Clan, backed by an immortal sect, was growing more arrogant as they prepared to enter the Immortal Realm.
“Hah, my elder brother was attacked, his fate unknown. Now, I merely detain someone connected to the culprit. Who dares stop me?” Wang Wu said indifferently.
The Nine Dragons of the Wang Clan stood above ordinary Dao-Fleeing cultivators—some were quasi-Supreme Venerables, their power boundless.
As Wang Changsheng’s son, he had the right to speak so boldly.
“Oh? You truly are audacious.”
Suddenly, someone spoke—and flung a cup of wine.
**Splash!**
The crystalline liquid arced toward Wang Wu.
**Boom!**
Many watched in stunned silence as Wang Wu was sent flying—as if struck by lightning—by nothing more than a cup of wine!
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