Proud envoys from the Immortal Domain had been unceremoniously beaten and thrown out, utterly powerless to resist. The five of them alternated between pale and livid expressions.
Return to the Immortal Domain like this? But they had been “instructed” to bring Shi Hao back at all costs. Failing such a simple task would make them appear utterly incompetent.
In their eyes, this world was barren and devoid of spiritual energy. A mere hint of offering Shi Hao passage to the Immortal Domain should have been enough to make him follow eagerly.
Yet, reality proved otherwise. His response was indifferent, as if he couldn’t care less.
“Are we being used as pawns?” one of them muttered, his face dark with fury.
Shi Hao seemed to know something they didn’t. His lack of enthusiasm for entering the Immortal Domain was completely unexpected. They had assumed any being from this lower realm would leap at the chance, groveling for the opportunity.
“Wait. I refuse to believe he won’t yield. Let’s see how long he can hold out!” one of them declared.
But days passed, and Shi Hao remained unmoved, ignoring them entirely. Panic began to set in.
With no choice, the five envoys returned, this time humbling themselves, pleading earnestly for Shi Hao to enter the Immortal Domain.
“I’ll consider it. Leave now,” Shi Hao replied coldly, signaling the end of the audience with a gesture.
Once again, they were dismissed. Though seething, they dared not act out. Defeated, they exited the grand palace of the Heavenly Court, their expressions twisted with frustration.
“Had you shown respect from the start, my master might have considered it,” Chi Long sneered from behind.
The white-robed youth and the purple-haired man exchanged bitter glances. They wanted to retaliate but knew better—even Shi Hao’s mere projection had overpowered them. Any rash move would be suicidal.
Two more days passed in mounting anxiety. Time was running out, yet Shi Hao showed no signs of relenting.
“Please inform Shi Hao that we request an audience,” they implored Zhu Lin at the palace gates, their pride in tatters.
“You thought the Immortal Domain was so lofty, even forbidding outsiders to touch your invitation. Why insist on dragging my brother there now?” Zhu Lin mocked, informing them that Shi Hao was in deep meditation and unavailable.
Frustration gnawed at them. They were the ones begging now—begging someone to accept an opportunity most in this world would kill for!
Everything had turned upside down. They had come multiple times, practically groveling, yet Shi Hao remained unmoved.
“Esteemed fairy, this is a Seven-Orifice Divine Elixir, rare even in the Immortal Domain. Please accept it,” one whispered, slipping the pill to Zhu Lin.
“Just one?” Zhu Lin scoffed, unimpressed.
They nearly lost their composure. This was absurd—they were supposed to be the ones receiving tributes, not the other way around!
But they swallowed their pride. Time was running out.
After parting with several more precious elixirs, their faces darkened with resentment.
“My master says to return in two days. He needs time to consider,” Chi Long announced.
“Two more days?!” the white-robed youth nearly shouted.
“We barely have one day left!” the purple-haired man protested.
Regret gnawed at them. Had they known, they would never have acted so arrogantly.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao left the Upper Realm, traveling through the Yin-Yang Crossroads to the Forbidden Land’s master.
He recounted the events—how the envoys had come, first haughty, then desperate, begging him to enter the Immortal Domain.
Long ago, the Forbidden Master had advised him to consider going. Now, the ancient being surprised him.
“I shall accompany you,” the Forbidden Master declared.
Shi Hao was stunned. What could compel such a being to personally enter the Immortal Domain?
The Forbidden Master was now but half a skull—what power did he still wield? His intentions were surely profound.
“Just revisiting old grounds, perhaps settling some karma,” the Forbidden Master said casually.
Shi Hao shuddered. The karma of such an existence would be terrifying indeed.
“Besides me, they will join us,” the Forbidden Master added, gesturing to three other relics—a crystal skull, a golden bone hand, and a bleeding eyeball.
“You’re coming too?” Shi Hao asked, incredulous.
“To ensure your safety,” the crystal skull replied, flames flickering in its sockets.
Shi Hao doubted that. These ancient beings undoubtedly had their own agendas.
But he trusted they wouldn’t act recklessly. They must have a plan.
“Keep the incense hidden. Do not let anyone see it,” the Forbidden Master warned.
Shi Hao’s heart raced. He knew exactly what the Forbidden Master meant.
Centuries ago, during the invasion of the Foreign Realm, Shi Hao and Elder Meng Tianzheng had stumbled into a secluded world within the chaos. There, a woman—once a peerless figure from the Immortal Domain—had gifted him a half-burnt incense stick inscribed with ancient runes. Two words stood out: “World’s End.”
The Forbidden Master had once told him this incense held terrifying power.
“Light it, and unimaginable consequences will follow. It is your greatest safeguard in the Immortal Domain,” the Forbidden Master said grimly.
“How do I use it?” Shi Hao asked.
“Point it at whoever displeases you and light it. Watch the old monsters pale in fear,” the Forbidden Master chuckled darkly.
That same day, Shi Hao returned to the Heavenly Court with his four ancient companions. This time, he wasted no time—he would enter the Immortal Domain with the five envoys.
The envoys were on the verge of madness. Shi Hao hadn’t been bluffing—he truly didn’t care about their offer.
They wanted to scream, “Ancestor, we were wrong! Just come with us already!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Focus on your cultivation,” Shi Hao reassured Yun Xi, smoothing her hair, before bidding farewell to Mu Qing and the others.
A celestial gate opened. Shi Hao stepped through, following the five envoys into the Immortal Domain.
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