The Celestial Hall, a land of extraordinary terrain, imbued with the wisdom of heaven and earth, nurturing the essence of the immortal path. The entire ancient land was shrouded in swirling spiritual mist.
This was an open expanse, filled with clusters of metallic palaces.
Surrounding them were countless spiritual mountains, each adorned with ancient pines and towering green bamboo, thick and verdant, entwined with chaotic energy. Silver divine waterfalls cascaded down, while floating islands hovered in the sky.
They were arranged in a protective formation, encircling the central cluster of palaces.
At the very heart stood a bronze hall, weathered with green patina, the most unadorned yet the most formidable ancient artifact. It was the origin of this lineage’s name—a true Celestial Hall.
Legends spoke of a spring beneath the bronze hall, one that nourished all things, birthed countless spirits, and could heal all physical wounds, restoring them to their original state. Moreover, it could strengthen the primordial spirit, purifying and fortifying the soul with its immortal essence.
“What a wondrous place, perfect for this king’s retirement,” the little dog muttered, drooling as it stared at the central ancient land.
All the while, it hadn’t been idle. Working alongside Shi Hao, they secretly dismantled several killing formations. Though the place appeared peaceful, hidden dangers lurked everywhere—one misstep could plunge them into certain doom!
They proceeded with caution, wary of alerting the enemy and triggering the revival of the strongest defensive formations.
The more powerful the formation, the greater its energy consumption. No sect could sustain its operation indefinitely—doing so would require an astronomical supply of heavenly treasures.
The defenses here were too rigorous, making it nearly impossible to breach. If not for the little dog’s extraordinary origins—once a being of the immortal realm—they would have had no chance of approaching.
“This time, I’ve truly bled dry—even squandered supreme treasures like Azure Sky Stone to break the formations. Once this chance is gone, it’s gone for good!” the little dog growled through gritted teeth.
It had some hidden reserves, all rare and priceless materials used for inscribing grand formation runes. Now, it had reluctantly used them.
“How do we flip that bronze hall? It’s sitting right on top of the spring, making it hard to extract,” the two of them strategized.
That was an immortal palace, nearly impossible to move. If given a choice, Shi Hao would have preferred to simply take it away.
But he knew that, given his current cultivation level, subduing it was beyond him. This palace was an immortal artifact, possessing unfathomable power—not something just anyone could seize.
“Careful, the Celestial Hall’s Supreme Being is here!” Shi Hao warned. A faint yet oppressive aura of blood energy permeated the air.
Within one of the palaces, an elderly man was absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, drawing in immortal mist as he cultivated. This was the Celestial Hall’s first-generation Supreme Elder.
His years of cultivation were ancient, even surpassing those like Wang Changsheng.
He was undoubtedly one of the oldest living beings of this era!
“This old bastard has never done anything good. He’s aligned with several long-life families, never lifting a finger when the Imperial Pass was in peril, yet constantly scheming against rivals within the Nine Heavens,” Shi Hao muttered.
Such a powerful being, yet when foreign enemies invaded, he never contributed. Yet in the past, he had ruthlessly targeted the Hall of Supremes and the Sinful Blood lineage.
Shi Hao strongly suspected that the Celestial Hall’s origins were dubious.
“Hah, anyone who survived from the Immortal Ancient era yet whose name I’ve never heard of is certainly no saint,” the little dog sneered.
Back then, how could he not have recognized or heard of any of the warriors who fought in life-and-death battles?
Only a few reclusive true immortals, who avoided the war and were later dragged into the slaughter, would fit this description.
Shi Hao sighed, recalling past grievances. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, reinforcing his belief that the Celestial Hall lineage deserved annihilation! The Kunpeng’s lingering resentment—once a main force against the foreign realm, not falling to the enemy’s immortal experts but instead being betrayed by true immortals worse than beasts upon returning, wounded and exhausted.
“Get ready, let’s move!” the little dog urged.
To seize the immortal spring, they had to strike swiftly and decisively. Otherwise, once the formations here reactivated, breaching them would be nearly impossible.
“Alright!”
Shi Hao took a slow breath, drawing the Great Luo Sword Embryo. He prepared to use this artifact to unexpectedly cleave the bronze Celestial Hall aside and swiftly seize the spring.
As for the formations, the little dog had already dealt with them, carving out a temporary path.
“Remember, time is extremely tight. The moment the bronze hall is struck, the immortal formations here will rapidly reactivate. Our window is incredibly short,” the little dog reminded one last time.
**Hum!**
The essence of heaven and earth was instantly drained, even the stars beyond the domain dimming, all because Shi Hao took a deep breath, drawing in all the world’s essence.
This time, he was truly going all out!
At this point, since he had already acted, there was no need to fear alerting the Supreme Being.
All around, vegetation wilted as spiritual energy surged toward his mouth and nose, including the immortal mist of this land. Beyond the domain, darkness fell as the essence of the sun and moon was plundered, some great stars rumbling as if about to plummet.
This was the might of a Supreme Being—a single deep breath could nearly strip the universe of all its primal spiritual energy.
**Boom!**
In that instant, he had already transformed into a streak of blazing radiance, charging forth at extreme speed, raising the Great Luo Sword Embryo to cleave the Celestial Hall.
**Clang!**
Divine light erupted, bronze patina scattering like flying daggers in all directions before crashing like meteors, shattering the void and shaking the great earth.
The bronze hall was sent flying by the sword strike, its green patina spraying outward, creating a terrifying spectacle infused with curse power.
In the past, Shi Hao had been afflicted by the bronze curse, nearly dying in the lower realm before barely surviving.
Now, as a Supreme Being, he naturally wouldn’t allow the patina to breach his defenses. What he truly guarded against was the backlash of the laws contained within the bronze hall.
Ripples spread outward from the hall—gentle-looking bronze light, yet its lethality was horrifying!
Space fractured inch by inch, black holes continuously appearing, destabilizing the area.
At the same time, the ground lit up—the immortal formations were being stimulated, reactivating, ready to unleash boundless radiance.
**Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!**
The little dog, beside Shi Hao, spat out three thousand small black banners, each triangular, unfurling in the wind to tower as high as the heavens.
It was delaying the revival of the formations.
**Boom!**
Earth and stone flew as Shi Hao’s sword plunged violently into the ground, cracking open the earth right where the Celestial Hall had been suppressing.
A spring emerged, deep within the strata—a small silver dragon coiled there, its form slender, almost tiny, yet radiating overwhelming immortal energy.
This was the immortal spring, its essence condensed into draconic form.
“Woof!”
The little dog dove straight in, intent on seizing it.
But in an instant, blinding radiance erupted. Like divine needles, countless sword energies and runes—millions upon millions—descended upon it.
This was a calamitous slaughter!
The spring was protected by a powerful defensive formation that actively counterattacked.
“Awooo—!” The little dog howled as sparks flew from its body, its fur gleaming with dark light. Countless sword energies and divine beams slashed at its form.
Any other creature would have been minced into paste, body and soul annihilated.
But this dog was extraordinary. Once an immortal being, though its cultivation had regressed, its flesh remained unimaginably resilient, enduring the onslaught of countless killing lights.
Shi Hao charged in, swinging his sword to obliterate the defensive formation, aiming to fully destroy the area and excavate the spring.
**Boom!**
Rocks shattered the heavens, dust billowing as formation runes lit up like stars, dense and innumerable, all radiating slaughterous radiance.
“Woof!”
The little dog yelped in pain, battered left and right as the killing lights rained down upon it.
Shi Hao, too, was affected. Despite his supreme strength, blood streamed from his body—this formation could slay Supremes, yet both of them held firm.
**Boom!**
Amid the chaos, they worked together to unearth the spring. The silver dragon, terrified, tried to flee.
**Snap!**
The little black dog, vicious as ever, pounced, enduring agony as it clamped onto the dragon’s back, biting fiercely to restrain it.
**Crack!**
Shi Hao exerted his strength, lifting a mist-shrouded pool—no more than a foot wide, yet sacred beyond measure, containing the purest essence of heaven and earth.
“Go, now!”
The little dog barked, sensing impending doom.
The two of them, having succeeded, shot upward—only to find a bronze hall rumbling down to seal the exit.
Simultaneously, the immortal formations blazed, sealing the heavens and earth.
And above them, an elderly man with wild white hair and cold, lightning-like eyes glared down, hands forming a seal to crush them!
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