The Western Tomb Realm actually holds such secrets!
Shi Hao’s expression was grim. This was utterly terrifying. If the prisoners within the cages were released, who knew what kind of catastrophe would unfold?
In the past, the most ancient orthodoxies of the Immortal Domain had joined forces to seal them away. This was no trivial matter—those sealed were truly peerless and malevolent beings.
Shi Hao saw that this place was extremely well-hidden. The area bordering the Void God Realm was desolate, overgrown with weeds and withered old trees, yet it lay right next to the prison zone.
Under normal circumstances, who would pay attention to this place? The Void God Realm only had one path leading to the prison from afar, guarded tightly by those two old men.
But now, a secret passage had appeared, allowing a shortcut to this very region.
Shi Hao pressed forward until he encountered a force blocking his path—a translucent, crystalline barrier that remained unbroken.
“Good. The defenses here were strong enough back then. It can’t be breached for now,” Shi Hao murmured, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
However, it was only a matter of time. If left unchecked, in a few decades or centuries, this place would inevitably become a major problem.
The Void God Realm was no simple place. It wasn’t something ordinary people could construct—it was far more ancient than most imagined, likely involving methods of the Immortals.
After investigating for a long time, Shi Hao slowly retreated. He needed to inform the Fine Jade Elder and the Bird Elder, ensuring the two old men were prepared.
His spirit returned to his physical body, and he shot out like a phantom, swiftly leaving the Western Tomb Realm. He settled in a quiet place, then re-entered the Void God Realm.
“You again, kid? What’s the matter now?”
“Elders, we have a serious problem!” Without delay, Shi Hao quickly recounted everything he had seen, emphasizing the severity of the situation.
“Still some who refuse to give up, huh?”
“Impressive. To use such methods to break through, they must understand how the Void God Realm was originally constructed. There’s a big shark stirring trouble outside.”
The two old men’s expressions turned grave. They hurried to the prison zone to inspect the passage themselves, their faces darkening with concern.
“Good thing we have countermeasures. This barrier won’t break easily!”
“When the time comes, we’ll give them a taste of their own medicine. It might not be a big shark—just some small fry that slipped through the net back then. They won’t make waves. We still have some trump cards here. If they dare come, we’ll make sure they regret it—utter annihilation!”
Seeing the two elders brimming with confidence, Shi Hao felt reassured. He had done his part by informing them—now it was up to them.
“Kid, the reason this lower realm is called a prison is twofold. The souls of peerless malevolent beings are suppressed in the Void God Realm, while their remnants are mostly buried across the Eight Domains. If you’re lucky enough to find them, devour them while you can—they’re incredibly nourishing!”
Shi Hao’s smile was uglier than a grimace. Where would he even find them? And even if he dug them up, unless he had no qualms, he’d have to eat them all. If the imprisoned beings ever broke free, they’d surely come after him with a vengeance.
Shi Hao swiftly returned to the Western Tomb Realm. With his extreme speed, traversing the lower realm took him no time at all.
The Western Tomb Realm was in chaos.
The roar of battle filled the air as the conflict reached its peak. Blood was spilled, and many were grievously wounded in the fierce clash against those creatures.
The Western Tomb Realm was a land of towering ancient trees and colossal mountains, a scene of primal wilderness.
These creatures were formidable—mostly Heavenly Deities, with even stronger beings among them. Fitting for a graveyard built from mountains of divine bones, the manifested entities were all exceptionally fierce.
Mu Qing, Zhu Lin, and Shi Zhong stood at the periphery, occasionally throwing punches or casting seals to repel the massive creatures.
As leaders, their strength was unmatched. They moved effortlessly, cutting off escape routes and forcing the ancient beasts back into the fray, allowing others to temper themselves in battle.
Beyond that, they also gathered herbs—even the most toxic ones, unusable by ordinary people, were harvested to be refined into essences later.
From the Lightning Trees, bolts of lightning shot forth like arrows, piercing through some of the younger warriors, nearly killing them.
The Lightning Bugs had evolved to an astonishing level, far surpassing their former strength.
“Roar—!”
A Thousand-Armed Giant bellowed, its height rivaling the mountains. Its maw bristled with fangs, a terrifying sight as its countless arms flailed wildly. Only Mu Qing and the others could suppress it.
Shi Hao walked forward with his hands behind his back. Many beasts lunged at him, only to be lightly kicked aside, left for the younger warriors to battle and hone their skills.
Some colossal beasts could crush stars and swallow suns and moons, their power immense. Yet before Shi Hao, they were like scarecrows—with a flash of light, they were sent flying in droves. None could hinder his advance.
A golden path materialized beneath his feet, leading straight into the deepest reaches of the Western Tomb Realm. There, he once again beheld the ancient altar.
It remained unchanged—a tangible structure, still standing as it always had.
Though it had once been damaged, it had since restored itself, as if eternal.
The items upon the altar were the same as before—unchanged in all these years, exuding the same eerie aura.
Shi Hao frowned. Even now, as a Supreme Being, he still found this altar inscrutable.
“Fall back! All of you, leave!” Shi Hao transmitted his command, ordering all the young warriors to retreat without delay.
He had thought that as a Supreme Being, the altar would pose no threat. Yet now, he sensed a trace of something mysterious.
This place was different—profoundly enigmatic.
Upon the altar lay three artifacts. A golden hand bone, wrapped in intricate, flame-like runes. A crystalline skull, translucent as crystal, its hollow eyes deep enough to seemingly draw in one’s soul. And a bloodied eyeball, still moist as if freshly plucked.
These three objects remained as sinister as ever, their blood seemingly still warm, as if it could flow at any moment.
In the past, there had been a fourth artifact—the Myriad Spirit Diagram, which Shi Hao had risked his life to take.
Shi Hao stood motionless for a long time. The young warriors, including Mu Qing and the Red Dragon, had all retreated.
Clang!
Finally, he drew the Great Luo Sword Embryo and raised the Myriad Spirit Diagram as a shield, his gaze fixed intently on the altar’s artifacts.
He remained utterly still, watching with unwavering patience.
At last, the altar responded with a faint, feeble voice.
“Who disturbs our slumber…?”
It could speak—utter words—but its voice was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.
Shi Hao remained silent, observing coldly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the altar trembled. The crystalline skull shot forward with impossible speed, like a bolt of silver lightning, aiming to collide with Shi Hao’s skull.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao reacted instantly, swinging the Great Luo Sword Embryo with all his might. The impact was deafening, like striking immortal metal.
“Unexpected. The little one from back then has grown to this extent,” the skull murmured weakly, sent tumbling back.
Behind it, the golden hand bone rose from the altar, its aura restrained yet still oppressive.
The eyeball was even more terrifying, still dripping blood as it hovered midair, rotating eerily.
“A Dao Bone and Immortal Fetus—an excellent seedling, beyond our expectations,” the skull spoke again, its jaw moving despite lacking flesh.
“And then?” Shi Hao finally asked.
“We can grant you even greater power,” the skull said.
“Grant?”
“Bestow.”
“How?” Shi Hao’s tone was calm.
“It depends on your choice. You may select one of us three,” the crystalline skull replied.
“What if I choose the golden hand bone?” Shi Hao asked.
“It will fuse with your own, granting you unparalleled strength—and immortality,” the skull answered.
“Immortality? So I’d become Shi the Immortal?”
“Mmm. An accurate way to put it. That is the meaning,” the skull nodded.
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