Huang has returned, slaughtering all in his path, sweeping through with unstoppable force—no one could hinder his steps!
The world was shaken. After so many years, this legendary human powerhouse, whose cultivation journey had been remarkably short, had already ascended to dominate the world.
This was a triumphant return—so overwhelming that even the Immortal Palace was razed, and even the crippled immortals avoided his wrath, fleeing their sects. What terrifying feats were these?
The world buzzed with discussion, awestruck.
Especially the fall of the Celestial Nation—it left everyone dumbfounded. This colossal entity had existed for endless ages, a constant threat to the lives of others, yet Huang uprooted it entirely, exterminating it without mercy.
“Huang is truly a heaven-defying figure, his strength unparalleled. He hasn’t even become an immortal, yet he threatens the crippled immortals?”
“Karma is a cycle. Back then, those crippled immortals were so arrogant, descending upon Mount Bulao to force them to hand over Huang, ultimately crippling him. Yet now, after a mere hundred and some years, Huang stands atop the ruins of the Immortal Palace, gazing down upon their legacy as he obliterates them.”
“The Celestial Nation, that shadowy assassination organization, has finally been destroyed. Thank you, Huang, for excising this malignant tumor!”
The world could not remain calm, buzzing with excitement.
Especially those who had known Shi Hao—whether enemies or friends—were stunned by his domineering methods as he swept through the upper realm!
Shi Hao’s eyes were deep, calm and composed as he personally set out toward Sword Valley and the Dragon Demon Sect. Though he did not lead the charge or strike himself, his presence alone was a deterrent.
From what he had learned in the past, these sects likely harbored a crippled immortal in their ranks.
As far as Shi Hao knew, there were at least four crippled immortals in this world, all of whom had once schemed against the Kun Peng—no small matter.
As he advanced, light surged from within his five viscera, accompanied by chanting scriptures. Several figures emerged from his body, flying out from his Dao Palace secret realm.
This was a technique he had created—within the Dao Palace resided “divine spirits.” The chanting was no mere sound; at the very least, each of his five viscera corresponded to a deity, capable of manifesting as “Dao bodies.”
Five Dao bodies split off, each heading to a different location, covertly monitoring the sects to prevent any sudden emergence of a Supreme Being who might target Mu Qing, Chi Long, Zhu Lin, and others.
Moreover, as Shi Hao shifted between his self-created techniques and the modern cultivation system, countless spirit avatars surged from his body.
This was the principle of nurturing spirits within the cave realms—everyone could split into spirit avatars.
However, beyond a certain realm, this method became impractical. Spirit avatars gradually fused with one’s own divine will, developing true spirits. If damaged, the main body would also suffer.
But Shi Hao was unafraid, confident enough to unleash them freely.
The Dragon Demon Sect, Sword Valley, and Fire Cloud Cave resisted fiercely, engaging in brutal battles with Mu Qing, Shi Zhong, Zhu Lin, Chi Long, and the others.
Yet they suffered crushing defeats!
The War Ape attacked, pushing the techniques of the Chaos Monkey lineage to their limits, towering like a massive golden beast as it rushed to reinforce the battle.
The Golden Lion, having long since ascended to the peak of the Dunyi realm, was even more formidable. Once it stormed Sword Valley, the battle became a one-sided slaughter.
This was somewhat unexpected for Shi Hao. He had speculated that Sword Valley, being the strongest, might be where the crippled immortal hid.
Yet when he arrived in person, he found the battle nearing its end—a blood-soaked golden lion was wreaking havoc.
“Daring to trap me with formations? I’ll send all of you to your graves!” the Golden Lion roared, its golden mane bristling as its massive claws tore through the void, unleashing its full power.
Sword Valley was finished. The lion alone had breached most of its defenses, and with part of the Eight Hundred Disciples aiding, they purged the place entirely.
A piercing cry echoed through the skies as several massive divine birds spread their wings above Fire Cloud Cave—the Azure-Scaled Eagle and her three offspring, now transformed beyond recognition, indistinguishable from true Peng birds.
They had received blessings from the Willow Deity, refining their marrow and reviving the ancient bloodline of their ancestors, altering their forms entirely.
The four divine birds wielded Kun Peng techniques, joining Mu Qing to breach Fire Cloud Cave and annihilate their foes.
“Willing to serve as dogs for the crippled immortals, harming my kin, suppressing the descendants of the Seven Kings of the Borderlands in the three thousand provinces, slandering them as the ‘Sinful Bloodline’—you all deserve death!” Shi Zhong roared.
He led the charge into the Dragon Demon Sect, with Chi Long at his side, sweeping through the sect in a bloody purge.
Yet even at the end, no crippled immortal appeared, leaving Shi Hao frowning.
“Kill—!”
The battle cries shook the heavens. The fighting this day was intense as Shi Hao commanded his forces to storm Sword Valley, Fire Cloud Cave, the Dragon Demon Sect, and other sects.
There was no suspense—the great sects that had once suppressed the Sinful Bloodline were all toppled!
A monumental upheaval, an event that shook the world, had just occurred.
The Celestial Clan was terrified, their faces pale with dread. This young man’s brutal return, his overwhelming might as he eradicated the great sects, had thoroughly frightened them.
“Will Huang… come to the Celestial City and wipe us out too?”
Strictly speaking, the Celestial Clan had wronged Shi Hao in the past, and now they regretted it bitterly.
Beyond them, many other clans were also gripped by fear, worried that Huang would come for them next and exterminate them entirely.
This day, Huang’s name resounded across the world, his deeds too shocking to ignore.
“The Dragon Demon Sect, Sword Valley, Fire Cloud Cave—all utterly annihilated, their legacies erased. Truly terrifying. Huang’s return is a nightmare.”
“Netherworld!”
Shi Hao spoke, his gaze turning toward a certain direction as he ordered Mu Qing and the others to storm the Netherworld and eradicate this ancient sect of great harm.
Back in the Immortal Ancient Remnants during the three thousand provinces’ genius competition, Shi Hao had personally slain the Dark Divine Son of this sect.
They had repeatedly targeted him, seeking to strangle him in his growth.
Ahead, the Crimson Bird let out a shrill cry, drawing the attention of many who rushed to its aid.
“Ah! Second Baldy, you damned traitor! Seeing your elder brother and not even greeting me—daring to ambush me instead?!” the Crimson Bird wailed.
What was happening? Many were bewildered—was the creature attacking the Crimson Bird an old acquaintance?
*Thud!*
Feathers scattered everywhere as the Crimson Bird was struck down, shrieking even more pitifully, pursued by another bird diving after it.
“Second Baldy, you heartless wretch! Nearly two hundred years apart, and the first thing you do is attack me? Is this how you greet an old friend?!” the Crimson Bird raged.
“Ah—!” It was sent tumbling midair, red feathers drifting down like rain.
The onlookers exchanged glances, unsure whether to intervene.
It was a peacock, its body radiating five-colored light, clearly stronger than the Crimson Bird as it gave chase.
“What are you all standing around for? There’s an assassin—save me!” the Crimson Bird shrieked, only to be sent flying again by the five-colored peacock.
The others tensed, instinctively stepping forward.
“Leave them be,” Shi Hao finally spoke.
He recognized the “assailant” at once—Second Baldy, an old friend from Stone Village who had once suffered greatly at the Crimson Bird’s hands.
Second Baldy had been born in the lower realm, once mighty before his cultivation collapsed, forcing him to hide in the Hundred Shattered Mountains until Shi Hao captured him.
In those days, Second Baldy had been tormented by the shameless Crimson Bird, who insisted on being called “elder brother” despite his former glory.
“Seeing your elder brother and not bowing—attacking instead? I’ll never forgive you!” the Crimson Bird howled.
“Shi Hao!”
Finally, Second Baldy dragged the Crimson Bird over, his five-colored plumage dazzling and divine.
After parting in the lower realm, they had met again in the upper realm—at the Celestial Clan, where Second Baldy had accompanied the Peacock Clan’s experts.
Back then, the Peacock Clan’s powerhouses had even stood up for Shi Hao against the Celestial Clan.
“You’ve finally appeared,” Shi Hao said.
“I was thrown into the Peacock Clan’s ancestral grounds, imprisoned there until my cultivation reached a certain level—locked away for over a hundred years!” Second Baldy sighed.
He could hardly believe that the little kid from back then had grown to such heights, now towering above even the crippled immortals.
“We’ll catch up later. First, let me beat this thing up—daring to challenge me back then? I’ll smack you senseless!” Second Baldy glared at the Crimson Bird before delivering a thorough thrashing.
“Second Brother, you can’t do this! I’m your elder brother!”
“Elder brother my foot! I’m older than your grandfather! How dare you bully me back then?!” Second Baldy screeched.
The crowd was speechless. These two were a pair of clowns, truly like brothers at heart.
“Damn you, Second Baldy! Have you forgotten how I carried you around when you were bald as an egg?!” the Crimson Bird squawked.
The two divine birds brawled fiercely, only to eventually sling arms over each other’s shoulders, laughing uproariously.
The Netherworld loomed ahead—a lifeless expanse where not a blade of grass grew, the very earth blackened.
This was a vast region, rumored to be an ancient burial ground where countless beings had been interred, saturating the land with yin energy and spawning all manner of undead horrors.
“Kill!”
Without hesitation, Shi Hao waved his hand, and the Golden Lion, Mu Qing, Chi Long, Shi Zhong, and the Eight Hundred Disciples charged into the Netherworld.
Ghost fires ignited across the mountains, yin mists churning as countless Netherworld creatures emerged to oppose them.
Yet no matter how numerous, they could not withstand the assault. Zhu Lin let out a piercing cry, wreathed in flames as she unleashed the True Phoenix Incineration Art, blazing a path forward.
This was the bane of Netherworld creatures—holy fire purging all corruption and darkness.
*Crack!*
Lightning intertwined as Mu Qing invoked the Thunder Emperor’s techniques, thunderbolts scattering the ghosts, many exploding into dust.
Lightning, the embodiment of yang energy, was the most fearsome weapon against yin spirits.
“Fled?” Shi Hao frowned.
“The Netherworld’s ruler escaped without a fight, taking his elite forces to the Nine Heavens,” Mu Qing reported.
“Once we’ve purged these sects, we too shall ascend to the Nine Heavens and settle accounts with the Eternal Clans!” Shi Hao declared.
Five days later, Shi Hao’s name shook the world. His actions were too shocking—sweeping through the three thousand provinces, toppling one renowned ancient sect after another.
*Rumble!*
With a deafening roar, Shi Hao mounted his celestial steed, leading the Eight Hundred Disciples as they ascended to the Nine Heavens!
Some Eternal Clans had not yet departed, their foundations deep, yet unable to enter the Immortal Realm.
Those who had once known Shi Hao now felt complex emotions. Who could have imagined that he would become invincible, now descending upon the Nine Heavens to confront the Eternal Clans?
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