“Junior!” Wang Changsheng spat out only these two words, his gaze icy. Despite his protection, Wang Shi was still wounded, losing half his body.
Under the crushing force of a Supreme-level power, that severed half was utterly obliterated, even the blood mist turning to ashes.
Of course, this wouldn’t cause fundamental harm to Wang Shi—he could regenerate lost limbs. But for Wang Changsheng, hailed as the world’s number one Supreme, failing to protect his own descendant filled him with murderous rage.
The situation on Wang Changsheng’s side was unstable, with fierce battles and shouts echoing. He couldn’t go all out, much less cross realms—the distance was too vast.
“What a pity, I still didn’t get to see your true form,” Shi Hao remarked before shifting his gaze to Wang Family’s Eighth Dragon, locking onto him firmly.
Naturally, Wang Changsheng didn’t want to abandon this descendant. However, the Spirit-Summoning Altar was embedded in Wang Shi’s soul—an artifact too precious, with only one in existence.
He couldn’t manifest near the Eighth Dragon in time to protect his soul.
If he pressed forward now, the Eighth Dragon might meet a gruesome end.
**Boom!**
Even so, he still attempted a rescue.
Alas, Shi Hao’s interference made him hesitate.
Moreover, where Wang Changsheng’s true body was, intense battles erupted, affecting him directly.
In the end, he let out a faint sigh and vanished completely.
“Such a shame,” Shi Hao shook his head. Wang Shi had escaped.
He suspected Wang Shi carried many treasures, but Wang Changsheng’s overprotectiveness—almost guarding him personally—made it impossible to seize them.
He had already cleaved Wang Shi’s skull open, expecting a single strike to end his life. Yet, the Spirit-Summoning Altar activated, summoning Wang Changsheng.
Shi Hao lunged forward, grabbing the Eighth Dragon’s severed head and sealing the fractured soul within.
The Eighth Dragon felt humiliated. The boy from back then, whose cultivation couldn’t even match his descendants, had climbed step by step against the heavens, now suppressing him outright. The bitterness was unbearable.
Mount Xumi’s Broken Peak was silent at first, then erupted into chaos.
Everyone was stunned. Shi Hao’s dominance defied expectations—he dared clash with Wang Changsheng despite just entering this realm.
Back then, he had triumphed against stronger foes, and now, his legend continued.
A crowd surged forward—the Jade Rabbit, Heavenly Horned Ant, Tuogu Yulong—all exhilarated. This feat surpassed their wildest imaginations.
Shi Hao, once their peer, now battled Wang Changsheng, who had achieved the Dao since ancient times.
Yet, recalling his recent assault on the Jin Family, they calmed somewhat. Their old friend’s growth was terrifyingly swift!
“Just a bit more, and Wang Shi would’ve been slain. Ah, what a pity,” the Jade Rabbit muttered. The rabbit held grudges, remembering how the Wang Family had targeted her as a hostage.
“Thirty years apart, yet not only have you not wasted away, you’ve soared to the heavens, shattering myths!” The Ten Crown King approached, sighing deeply.
Once rivals, he acknowledged Shi Hao’s prowess. But three decades later, the world had changed—Shi Hao was now a Supreme.
Even the transcendent and aloof Banished Immortal couldn’t remain detached, his expression complex.
“Shi Hao, you must leave. Your identity is exposed. If Wang Changsheng and Jin Tai Jun unite, it’ll be dire,” Qing Yi fretted.
Her emotions were turbulent. Having severed mortal ties and merged her souls, she had let go of the past. Yet, seeing Shi Hao stirred unrest in her heart.
“That old man is peculiar, no ordinary figure,” the puppy suddenly spoke. It had been observing Wang Changsheng, sensing something indescribable.
The group surrounded Shi Hao, eager to speak after thirty years apart.
Some aligned with the Wang and Jin Families grew uneasy, fearing Shi Hao’s wrath.
“Let’s go, quickly!” Fatty Cao led the way, seeking a safer place.
“You go first. This chance is rare—I must act!” Shi Hao declared suddenly.
“What are you planning?” one of the Wei Family’s Four Phoenixes gasped, sensing impending disaster.
Indeed, everyone felt it. When Shi Hao spoke like this, catastrophe followed.
“I’ll storm the Wang Family to uncover the truth. The Eighth Dragon summoned a Dark Supreme—this unsettles me!” Shi Hao declared.
This truly was earth-shattering.
Having raided the Jin Family and clashed with Wang Changsheng, now he aimed for the Wang Family’s den—utter audacity.
“With Wang Changsheng absent, this is the perfect opportunity!” Shi Hao said.
Though longing to reunite with old friends, Shi Hao pressed on, vowing to meet them later.
Without pause, he charged toward the Wang Family, accompanied only by the puppy, seizing the moment to strike.
“Be careful!” they shouted, worried for him.
The Wang Family’s territory spanned ten thousand divine mountains, each breathtaking, with silver waterfalls and surging spiritual energy.
Shi Hao arrived, certain Wang Changsheng was absent—an unparalleled chance to raid their stronghold.
“If Dark creatures lurk here, a storm is inevitable,” Shi Hao muttered.
“Trouble. We’re late. Immortal-level auras and terrifying formations are awakening—the Wangs were warned,” the puppy said.
A formation expert, it detected anomalies instantly.
“The Wangs’ Immortal-grade formations have activated, incomplete but akin to the Jin Family’s—birthing life within,” the puppy confirmed.
Likely, Wang Changsheng had a way to alert his clan, prompting immediate defenses.
“The Immortal Realm’s retreat must’ve gone awry. Wang Changsheng is truly tied up,” Shi Hao mused.
Gazing at the Wang Family’s domain, he felt regret.
At the peak of the Mortal Dao, he could’ve forced entry. But as a new Supreme, it was too perilous.
“Let’s go—to the Immortal Palace!” Shi Hao decided swiftly.
From the Jin Family to Mount Xumi, then the Wangs, now descending to the Three Thousand Provinces’ Immortal Palace—relentless momentum.
With the Immortal Realm’s retreat disrupted, the crippled Immortal might appear there.
En route, Shi Hao raced like the wind, gathering intel that confirmed his suspicions.
The Immortal Realm was indeed withdrawing, but internal strife had erupted.
Some, long battling Dark creatures, were deemed tainted by Dark matter, barred from returning.
During the retreat, several commanders rebelled, sparking bloodshed.
Wang Changsheng and others were trapped there, forbidden from leaving.
“The crippled Immortal from the Immortal Palace went too?” Shi Hao was stunned to learn four crippled Immortals had gathered there.
“Damn them!” Shi Hao seethed. During the Border War, none of these four had come to defend the Imperial Pass.
This forced Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng to fight prematurely, falling before achieving immortality.
Meng Tianzheng’s blood stained the borderlands, his fate unknown, lost in the cosmos’ depths. Recalling this, Shi Hao burned with grief and fury.
“All four crippled Immortals went, likely seeking entry into the Immortal Realm,” he deduced.
Without hesitation, Shi Hao sped toward the Immortal Palace.
Once hidden, its location had become known over thirty years of Dark encroachment.
Shi Hao arrived!
The scenery was breathtaking, lush with spiritual energy, veiled in immortal mist.
Bronze structures sprawled, shrouded in immortal fog.
“Interesting. This land carries immortal energy!” the puppy marveled.
“Rumors speak of an Immortal Spring beneath, capable of reviving the dead—priceless. The crippled Immortal survives by nurturing himself with it,” Shi Hao said.
“An Immortal Spring? Only seven or eight existed across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. This cripple owns one?” The puppy’s eyes gleamed.
It barked excitedly, vowing to loot the place.
“One Supreme likely remains here, but past his prime, nearing his end,” Shi Hao assessed.
“Kill him!” the puppy declared.
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