The Purple-Gold Battleship exuded wisps of immortal energy, an awe-inspiring sight as it hovered at the center of the island, not far from the Ten Thousand Dao Tree, separated only by the Thunder Pond.
Onboard were men and women, many of them strikingly young—handsome men and beautiful women, each shrouded in white mist, their presence extraordinary.
This group was anything but ordinary, enveloped in immortal aura.
“Real or fake? They’ve cultivated so much immortal energy?” Shi Zhong blurted out, his voice thick with skepticism.
“Shut up! That’s the battleship’s doing. This vessel is incredible!” Mu Qing interjected, suspecting it to be an immortal artifact.
These people hailed from the Immortal Domain, evident from the clear insignia on the ship—the same mark once borne on the battle flags of the Immortal Domain’s armies during the war against the Dark Creatures.
“Who are you?” A middle-aged man on the ship turned his gaze toward them, his eyes flashing with golden lightning that seemed to pierce the void.
“Shi Ba Tian!” The Divine Striking Stone howled, introducing itself with gusto.
The group across from them exchanged bewildered glances. What kind of name was that? It sounded downright crude.
Even Shi Zhong, Zhu Lin, and the Imperial Butterfly felt secondhand embarrassment, their heads drooping slightly.
“Hah, amusing!” The middle-aged man chuckled, studying the Divine Striking Stone with a faint smile.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed like lightning as he scanned the group, finding no familiar faces. Were these pure-blooded denizens of the Immortal Domain?
For a moment, both sides sized each other up in silence, each assessing the other.
Shi Hao’s expression shifted slightly. The opposing group was led by not one, but two Supreme Venerables! The younger members ranged from Heavenly Deity to Dunyi Realm. Clearly, they were here for the Ten Thousand Dao Tree—was it meant for one of them?
After all, this tree was no ordinary treasure. It was a supreme seed coveted by all living beings in the world.
“Are you creatures of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?” asked the middle-aged man, one of the two Supreme Venerables.
“Yes. And you’re from the Immortal Domain?” Mu Qing responded.
Throughout this exchange, Shi Hao stood silently beside Yun Xi, his gaze steady as he observed the newcomers. His mind wandered to many faces—the Ten Crown King, Shi Yi with his dual-pupils, Qing Yi… He sighed softly.
“Indeed. We are subjects under the rule of Immortal King Ao Sheng,” the middle-aged man declared.
Even at the pinnacle of the Great Dao, Shi Hao couldn’t help but feel a jolt of surprise. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard of this Immortal King—his fame was legendary.
Immortal King Ao Sheng, one of the most ancient, coexisting with the world itself, stood among the mightiest in the Immortal Domain, overlooking the river of time from his lofty perch.
In the past, the so-called “Young Lords” of the Immortal Domain had sent envoys to the Void God Realm in search of the Dark Prison. One such Young Lord was none other than a direct descendant of Immortal King Ao Sheng!
This Immortal King had lived for eons, his boundless magic power and peerless might once slaying an Immortal King of the Other Side.
At the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, though the Other Side had won the war, they were forced to retreat—precisely because the Immortal Domain had intervened.
At the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven, an Immortal King of the Other Side named Luo Mo had fallen, slain by Ao Sheng’s beloved.
Alas, that beloved had also succumbed to her wounds.
Enraged, Ao Sheng had bathed millions of miles in blood, striking such terror into the Other Side that they dared not speak his name, his reputation casting a shadow over an entire era.
The group across from them seemed pleased by the shock on Shi Hao and Mu Qing’s faces. Who wouldn’t revere Immortal King Ao Sheng? Their reaction was only natural.
“Leave. The Ten Thousand Dao Tree is destined for the direct descendants of Immortal King Ao Sheng,” the middle-aged man declared.
Shi Hao’s expression remained calm.
But Zhu Lin, Shi Zhong, and Cao Yusheng were thoroughly cowed. To encounter the descendants of one of the mightiest Immortal Kings in existence!
“The Immortal Domain is sealed, its gates closed. How did you descend?” Shi Zhong asked.
Even the Immortal Domain feared the End of Law Era, swiftly sealing the passage between worlds to prevent its spread, lest catastrophe befall them.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have withdrawn.
“Indeed. None would willingly descend to this realm now. But some sacred fruits have ripened, necessitating the risk,” the middle-aged man replied, his gaze fixed on the Ten Thousand Dao Tree.
“With caution, we can make one or two trips, so long as we avoid involving True Immortals,” he added.
With two Supreme Venerables leading and protecting the group, it was no wonder no True Immortals had come—they were restricted.
A True Immortal’s descent would trigger the heavens’ wrath, accelerating the End of Law Era and potentially spreading disaster into the Immortal Domain.
Of course, with Immortal Kings presiding, such calamities could be averted—but at a cost. Generally, Immortal Kings refrained from acting recklessly.
Among the young men and women opposite them, one woman stood out—her brows arched gracefully, her eyes sparkling with confidence as she studied Mu Qing and the others.
Suddenly, she spoke: “Since you hail from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, have you heard of Huang?”
Mu Qing and the others froze. Who was she, and why was she seeking Huang?
Shi Hao turned to her. She was beautiful, but carried an air of arrogance, her youthful demeanor tinged with condescension.
“I’ve heard of him. Why do you seek Huang?” Shi Hao asked.
“Someone asked me to relay a message to Huang. That’s why I accompanied the descendants of Immortal King Ao Sheng to this realm,” the yellow-robed woman said crisply, her eyes gleaming.
“I am Huang. Speak,” Shi Hao declared.
A ripple of murmurs spread through the opposing group. Clearly, his name carried weight—even the two Supreme Venerables looked surprised.
The yellow-robed woman’s eyes widened. After a moment, she stepped forward, whispering, “A word in private.”
Expressionless, Shi Hao followed her aside.
“My master is Qing Yi, also known as Yue Chan. I am her disciple, Luo Lin,” the woman stated bluntly.
This time, Shi Hao’s composure cracked. He hadn’t expected her to be Qing Yi’s disciple. The girl’s talent was undeniable, her confidence palpable—even when facing him, she radiated pride.
“It’s been many years. My master wished me to convey her greetings to an old friend,” Luo Lin said, her gaze flickering before trailing off.
“And?” Shi Hao pressed.
“And… my master is to become Dao companions with a Young Lord, a direct descendant of Immortal King Ao Sheng,” Luo Lin announced, her eyes alight.
“Did Qing Yi ask you to say that?” Shi Hao’s gaze bore into her.
“Yes!” Luo Lin lifted her chin, her tone defiant.
Shi Hao turned and walked away without another word.
“What’s your problem? Don’t you have anything to say? You should offer your blessings!” Luo Lin called after him, indignant.
Shi Hao turned back, his eyes icy. “Even if Qing Yi were heartless, she wouldn’t send such a message. How dare you deceive and dishonor your master? Do you think I won’t strike you down?”
“Deceive? Dishonor? You’re unreasonable! If you cherish your past ties, you should bless my master!” Luo Lin retorted.
Shi Hao’s face darkened. Threads of Supreme Venerable aura seeped out, shaking the heavens. The woman paled, trembling uncontrollably as if facing doomsday, collapsing to her knees.
“You—!” she gasped, torn between fury and terror. To be treated this way in this realm! But Huang’s power was overwhelming—far beyond even the Immortal Domain’s Supreme Venerables.
“Your master and I share deep ties. I am your elder. Yet you dare speak to me with such arrogance and deceit. Were it not for your master’s sake, I’d crush you with a single palm,” Shi Hao said coldly.
“My master and the descendant of Immortal King Ao Sheng are a match made in heaven! Don’t you wish them well?!” Luo Lin gritted her teeth, mustering her courage. “If I were you, I’d step aside gracefully.”
“Friend, bullying the weak is beneath you,” the middle-aged Supreme Venerable interjected, his tone frosty.
“For your master’s sake, I’ll let this pass.” Shi Hao turned away, withdrawing his aura.
“Master, what happened? What did she say?” the Crimson Dragon asked.
Their exchange had been telepathic, leaving the others in the dark.
“A disciple of an old friend,” Shi Hao said dismissively.
“Huang, you’re too arrogant!” Luo Lin scrambled to her feet, flushed with humiliation. Though she knew she was outmatched, her pride as an Immortal Domain native stung.
“You dare disrespect my master’s old friend?!” the Crimson Dragon roared. Once reluctant to acknowledge Shi Hao as his master, years had changed him.
“You’re Huang’s disciple?” Luo Lin eyed him skeptically.
“Impudent! To address my master so casually—do you think your Immortal Domain origins make you special?!” the Crimson Dragon snapped.
“Hmph. We are superior to your realm,” Luo Lin sneered.
“My master spared you, but I won’t.” The Crimson Dragon’s temper was legendary—he’d once challenged his own master. This woman stood no chance.
“You think I fear you? As Huang’s disciple, I’ll fight you today!” Luo Lin lunged first, her body ablaze with divine light and Dao runes.
She was strong—but no match for the Crimson Dragon. Dozens of exchanges later, a single Phoenix Spreads Its Wings strike sent her flying, blood spraying from her lips.
“You—!” she gasped, disbelief etched on her face.
“Overestimating yourself,” the Crimson Dragon scoffed.
Nearby, the Divine Striking Stone and Shi Zhong burst into laughter.
“Friend, that’s too far.”
From the opposing side, one of Ao Sheng’s descendants stepped forward, intent on salvaging their pride.
“Come, come! Who else dares face the mighty Shi Ba Tian?!”
The challenger, a Dunyi Realm youth, attacked instantly.
The battle ended even faster. The Divine Striking Stone, nearly a treasure itself, darted like lightning, smashing into the man’s back and sending him sprawling, blood gushing.
“Too weak,” it jeered.
“Audacious!” Another elite descendant strode forth, his aura imposing.
“Care for a spar?” Mu Qing stepped up.
The clash was fierce, but within a hundred moves, Mu Qing’s thunder reduced the man to a charred, crumpled heap.
The onlookers gaped. How could these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths natives be so formidable? They were Immortal King descendants, yet utterly outmatched!
“Who else?” Shi Zhong challenged.
“Me!” Three voices rang out simultaneously.
Before Shi Zhong could react, the Imperial Butterfly fluttered forward. A single beat of its delicate wings sent the trio flying, bloodied and broken.
“Bring it on!” Zhu Lin stepped up.
The Golden Lion, the Three-Headed Thunder Spirit, and Shi Zhong jostled for position, battle-hungry, with the Heavenly Horned Ant backing them.
The opposing group was speechless. These people were monstrous! How could Immortal King descendants be so thoroughly crushed?
Luo Lin stared in shock.
She’d looked down on this realm’s denizens, but reality had upended her worldview.
She’d known her master’s “old friend” was extraordinary—but the disciples he’d trained were terrifying.
She assumed all these Dunyi Realm experts were Shi Hao’s disciples.
And she wasn’t far off—they were indeed his handiwork.
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