The Spirit Summoning Altar was small, barely an inch tall, somewhat hazy and indistinct, existing between reality and illusion, nestled within Wang Shi’s primordial spirit.
Having shed its physical form, it had transformed into something governed by rules—something even Wang Shi himself had never noticed until now.
As the name suggested, it could summon powerful beings—provided a contract had been established beforehand, inscribed with intricate rules to take effect.
Now, prompted by his elder brother, Wang Shi’s primordial spirit began to glow as he called upon Wang Changsheng.
In truth, he didn’t even need to call. The moment his life was threatened, the tiny Spirit Summoning Altar had already lit up, covered in dense glyphs, automatically summoning a powerful protector.
At times blurry, at times radiant, a massive hand emerged, blocking Shi Hao’s sword energy with overwhelming pressure, enough to shake the souls of all living beings.
The hand that stretched from Wang Shi’s primordial spirit stirred fierce winds, conjuring storm clouds and thunder, accompanied by the roar of Dao principles, with chaotic energy surging endlessly.
The onlookers were horrified—this spectacle was beyond imagination.
Shi Hao frowned. Even he hadn’t expected Wang Changsheng to dote on his youngest son to such an extent, investing so much effort just to protect him.
Shi Hao had suppressed Wang Da and Wang Wu, and even Wang Ba of the Wang Clan was within his grasp, yet none of them had received such preferential treatment—none were shielded by Wang Changsheng like this.
“Truly the favored youngest child, cherished by Wang Changsheng himself,” Shi Hao remarked.
**BOOM!**
His sword energy clashed with the massive hand, unleashing a terrifying force of destruction. The surrounding space collapsed, and enormous cracks spread through the void, extending even beyond the realm.
“Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum…”
A grand Buddhist chant resounded, shaking heaven and earth.
The fragmented Mount Sumeru trembled violently, yet it did not crumble under the clash of Supreme Beings. The land quaked as if struck by a massive earthquake, but it remained intact.
It was as if three thousand divine Buddhas were chanting, their sacred words echoing endlessly, filling the air with divine radiance that bathed the entire broken mountain.
The ancient monk’s legacy site, under the influence of Supreme power, displayed such an abnormal phenomenon.
At this moment, one person was affected—Da Xu Tuo, who chanted the name of the True Buddha, sat cross-legged, bathed in celestial light, and then fell utterly still, as if entering nirvana.
**BOOM!**
The massive hand withdrew, having emerged from the Spirit Summoning Altar, wrapping around Wang Shi as it prepared to leave.
Though Wang Changsheng was immensely powerful, he was still billions of miles away. This strike was not his true presence but a projection of his power across vast distances.
Fearing that Wang Shi might perish in the struggle, he sought to retreat immediately.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
Shi Hao roared, activating his divine techniques. Three heads and six arms manifested as his battle intent surged, locking onto Wang Shi as he lunged forward.
**THUD!**
Another earth-shattering collision erupted. Through the haze, Wang Changsheng’s figure was indistinct yet real, as if standing in some eternal unknown, his fist imprint smashing down.
But he was too far away, separated by endless space. His gaze was icy, his strike merciless.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao was startled. He faintly glimpsed the scene where Wang Changsheng stood—countless troops, a massive gate opening, countless cultivators riding magical artifacts, stepping through the mist into another world.
Had the Immortal Domain’s army retreated?
The images were blurry, projected through the Spirit Summoning Altar from an unfathomable distance.
“Young friend, must you press so relentlessly?”
Wang Changsheng spoke, his expression calm but devoid of warmth, exuding an oppressive aura.
Clearly, he could not come in person, separated by vast distances. His presence was only a projection, suppressing all in its wake.
“Wang Ba summoned a Dark Supreme Being. What does your Wang Clan have to say for itself?” Shi Hao asked coldly, attacking even as he questioned.
“I believe there must be some misunderstanding,” Wang Changsheng replied.
The blurred figure’s forehead glowed, dark light erupting as a sword embryo took form—a soul-shaking weapon of immense power, terrifying even across countless mountains and continents.
Wang Changsheng had summoned his **Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo!**
This was no mere pressure from an earlier projection—this was his true supreme technique, the **Pacification Sword Art**, reborn!
Shi Hao immediately grew solemn, facing this veteran powerhouse, this king among Supreme Beings, with utmost caution.
**WHOOSH!**
The sword embryo blazed with light, shining before Wang Changsheng’s forehead, dazzling and unstoppable, tearing through everything like an immortal king descending.
Yet it did not fly out. Something had changed where Wang Changsheng stood—his sword embryo remained guarding his forehead, merely projecting its radiance and sword intent.
In an instant, the true essence of the Pacification Sword Art erupted, its brilliance boundless, manifesting through the Spirit Summoning Altar to press down on Shi Hao.
“**Slash!**”
Shi Hao responded by unleashing the **Grass-Sword Art**, one of the three supreme sword techniques of ancient and modern times, meeting force with force.
Between them, sword intent clashed, glyphs multiplying. In that moment, two mysterious ancient figures materialized, sitting cross-legged in the void, chanting scriptures.
They were ancient, wrapped in the river of time, drowned in fragments of eras, shrouded in chaotic mist—their true forms unseen.
These were the embodiments of two sword intents, now manifesting as living beings, seated in the void, chanting ancient scriptures that shook the heavens and seas.
Shi Hao was stunned.
Wang Changsheng was equally taken aback. As a veteran Supreme Being, unmatched beneath the Immortal Dao save for the Great Elder, he stood at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
His cultivation was profound—just a step away from immortality.
For a newly ascended Supreme Being like Shi Hao, still far from the peak of this realm, Wang Changsheng was a towering mountain.
Catching up would take years of accumulation.
Yet Wang Changsheng never expected that this young man’s sword intent would resonate with his Pacification Sword Art, producing such a bizarre phenomenon.
Though confident, Shi Hao knew he couldn’t immediately suppress the foremost among Supreme Beings. What he saw now puzzled him.
Why was this happening?
“**The three supreme sword arts are connected!**” Wang Changsheng’s heart trembled, his eyes blazing with realization. He recalled fragmented records on a bloodstained immortal stele in an ancient ruin.
“**Seize!**”
Wang Changsheng commanded, channeling supreme power to pull Wang Shi away—and to **steal Shi Hao’s sword intent**.
The sight before him was too extraordinary—two sword intents manifesting as living beings, seated in opposition, chanting scriptures.
“**Return to me!**”
Shi Hao growled, unleashing his full power. Divine abilities erupted as he activated the **Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art**, wielding several peerless techniques.
The void trembled as radiant phenomena unfolded—a True Phoenix soaring, a Kun Peng spreading its wings, a Thunder Emperor reigning supreme…
The spectacle was terrifying. Six black holes rotated, grinding through heaven and earth, unstoppable.
**SHING!**
Wang Shi, who had been pulled away, was now forced back by this overwhelming force.
The two powerhouses tugged at Wang Shi, each seeking to absorb the other’s sword intent—a perilous standoff.
**WHOOM!**
Wang Changsheng struck again, divine light surging through the inch-tall Spirit Summoning Altar, sweeping toward Wang Ba to retrieve him as well.
“**SPLAT!**”
But Shi Hao was merciless. With a supreme technique, he shattered Wang Ba’s already broken body into bloody mist.
Even his primordial spirit trembled, fissures spreading once more.
Wang Ba screamed, his body reduced to a head, the rest crushed to nothing.
“**You go too far, junior!**”
From the distant unknown, Wang Changsheng’s furious roar shook the heavens, a thunderous Dao sound crashing forth.
**BOOM!**
Mount Sumeru quaked, yet the ancient monk’s six-syllable chant resonated once more: “Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum…”
Wang Changsheng’s assault was blocked.
**SHOOM!**
Divine light surged like a waterfall as Wang Changsheng swiftly adjusted, his glyphs forming a torrent to sweep up Wang Xi and Wang Lan.
Shi Hao slashed again, his Dao principles like celestial blades, slicing through the void.
**SPLAT!**
Blood sprayed—Wang Lan’s head flew, exploding midair, his spirit extinguished.
He was but a pawn, abandoned at the last moment. Wang Changsheng had only pretended to save him, prioritizing Wang Shi’s safety while barely rescuing Wang Xi.
“**DIE!**”
Shi Hao roared, unwilling to let them escape. He lunged forward, the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art spinning like six grinding wheels.
Each wheel was a black hole, a world unto itself, churning relentlessly.
**SPLAT!**
Blood erupted—Wang Xi was grievously wounded, Wang Shi severely injured.
In the end, Wang Shi’s lower half remained behind, obliterated in the void.
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