To Seek a Place!
The master of the forbidden land transformed into a white-clad man, his expression now blank and unreadable.
Pan Wang’s countenance was grave, his demeanor solemn, and for a long while, he remained silent.
It was evident just how extraordinary that place must be—enough to shock even immortals. Otherwise, these two beings would not have worn such expressions.
“Very well.”
After a long silence, Pan Wang nodded. Then, a drop of blood flowed out from the void and fell. It was dazzling beyond measure, brighter than the sun, radiating immortal light in all directions, with auspicious auras stretching endlessly, enough to illuminate mountains and rivers.
Fortunately, this was a sealed chamber, suppressed by an Immortal King and inscribed with the most profound formations. Otherwise, it would have shaken the entire immortal realm.
This was a drop of an Immortal King’s essence blood, containing unimaginable power and laws!
Pan Wang’s true form was not present, yet he could silently deliver a drop of essence blood, deceiving heaven and earth, with none the wiser—all thanks to the chamber’s extraordinary nature.
Soon after, a second drop of Immortal King essence blood fell, crimson as a blood diamond, its brilliance piercing the heavens, unparalleled in its sacred aura, filling the chamber to the brim.
In no time, three drops of blood were gathered!
Any single drop of such essence blood emerging into the world would trigger a cataclysm. This was not just Immortal King blood—it was essence blood, brimming with fragments of the Great Dao of the cosmos.
Such essence blood was truly priceless!
The white-clad man, once a peerlessly handsome figure in life, now reverted to half a snow-white skull, using it to receive the three drops of Immortal King essence blood.
“The words of two Immortal Kings are law, their will unchangeable,” Pan Wang said, offering a well-meaning reminder.
At this level, he was like a divine statue in his daily life, seated motionless on a meditation cushion, often silent for tens of thousands of years, ceaselessly contemplating the Great Dao.
For him to speak voluntarily today and offer earnest advice was rare. Immortal Kings were nearly devoid of mortal emotions, having transcended the passions of living beings.
“I have brought half a stick of incense, named ‘World’s End,'” the master of the forbidden land said.
Two bolts of lightning erupted in the stone chamber—Pan Wang’s gaze, now fixed on the half-skull before him, his composure long shattered.
“Good, I understand. I will convey it tactfully,” Pan Wang replied.
In the Peach Garden, Shi Hao and Qing Yi sat together, speaking freely of their experiences over the years.
Meanwhile, beings from the immortal realm frequently approached Shi Hao, eager to make his acquaintance. In their eyes, one who could defeat Ao Qian, Pan Yi, and Hun Tian was truly astonishing.
The name “Huang” had spread throughout Pan Wang’s estate, and many of his past deeds were recounted, eliciting gasps of awe.
“Such talent and potential must remain in our immortal realm to achieve immortality. It would be a waste to let him languish in the lower realm!” someone exclaimed.
The Ao Clan’s members darkened at these words.
“Indeed, to cultivate to this level in the lower realm—if he stays here, he will surely soar to unimaginable heights,” another agreed.
Even True Immortals were moved, their gazes complex as they regarded Shi Hao. Only those who had undergone the transformation from mortal to immortal truly understood the arduousness of this path.
Seeing Shi Hao, they recognized a prodigy whose potential would be squandered in the lower realm.
The Peach Banquet lasted several days, during which Shi Hao made many acquaintances.
The Ao Clan ignored him, and some powerful races harbored ill will, but many top-tier clans extended olive branches, expressing goodwill.
Within days, the name “Huang” spread like wildfire, shaking the starry skies under Pan Wang’s rule.
All knew that a peerless genius had risen, defeating Pan Yi, Ao Qian, and others, claiming the undisputed title of the strongest in the human path.
Huang had become famous—impossible to ignore. This single battle shook the cosmos, its echoes reaching even the domains of other Immortal Kings.
“Ao Sheng left indifferently, and Tai Shi Immortal King showed no expression.”
Pan Wang relayed that this was not good news.
“Delivering the message is enough. The choice is theirs now,” the master of the forbidden land said.
“You don’t truly intend to light ‘World’s End,’ do you?” Pan Wang asked.
From what he knew, that incense had indeed been lost in the lower realm. Lighting it would bear immense karma—who could withstand it? It would truly shake heaven and earth, possibly destroying an entire world.
This incense carried tremendous karma!
Shi Hao remained unaware that a great crisis had already befallen him.
“The immortal realm is boundless in its splendor, rich with immortal essence—a paradise for cultivators, where true immortals are forged.”
“Since you’re here, don’t return. Find a way to bring your disciples here later.”
…
Princess Yao Yue, Tuo Gu Yu Long, Qi Hong, Da Xu Tuo, and others urged him to stay. Over the days, these old friends gathered, hoping to persuade him.
“Stay. Do you… still plan to return?” Qing Yi also looked at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao did not respond. He had received a message from the master of the forbidden land and was listening intently. Soon, someone from the Pan Clan arrived to guide him.
“I’ll be back soon!” Shi Hao rose.
Shortly after, he entered the stone chamber and met Pan Wang—his first close encounter with an unparalleled Immortal King.
Yet, Pan Wang felt like a stone statue, his Immortal King aura restrained, shrouded in mist, making him imperceptible.
The master of the forbidden land was also present, warning Shi Hao of the impending danger.
“I wish to take you to a place, but two Immortal Kings may seek your life.”
Shi Hao’s heart churned at these words.
“Where?” he asked.
Pan Wang’s expression remained blank, but inwardly, he nodded. This young man showed no fear upon hearing that two Immortal Kings wanted him dead—a testament to his courage.
“A place of transcendence, of creation, of wonder!”
The master of the forbidden land described it as indescribable, beyond words, comprehensible only through experience.
“Chaos and bloodshed approach. Time is short for you. This is the great gift I can offer,” he said.
“How can I survive to reach it?” Shi Hao asked.
This was the crux. With two Immortal Kings targeting him, could he live?
“We will do our utmost,” the master replied.
Without time to bid farewell to Qing Yi and the others, Shi Hao departed swiftly, tearing through the cosmos and vanishing into the cold void.
“Hmph!”
Yet, in a distant starfield, Ao Sheng let out a cold snort. As an unparalleled Immortal King, his power was boundless, his divine abilities beyond mortal comprehension.
With a sweep of his sleeve, he reached out, his arm covering an unfathomable expanse of stars, grasping toward Shi Hao’s location.
At that moment, all beings trembled in terror!
Every cultivator from every race was struck with dread. An Immortal King had made his move—a single hand traversing the cosmos to seize a target.
Stars turned to dust under that colossal hand, silently disintegrating into cosmic debris.
Ao Sheng’s hand brought annihilation to all it touched!
Boom!
Another hand appeared, radiating gentle light, blocking Ao Sheng’s and restoring life to the desolate expanse.
“Pan Wang!”
Ao Sheng’s cold voice echoed through the void.
Then, a finger, black as ink, slid through the cosmos, blending with the void as it aimed for Shi Hao.
Along its path, stars exploded, space collapsed into nothingness—a sight terrifying enough to make even True Immortals shudder.
This was Tai Shi Immortal King, another titan of the immortal realm!
He too had struck, seeking to sever karma and erase the legacy of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit.
Boom!
Pan Wang intervened again, his palm glowing with life energy, blocking the deathly finger and reassembling shattered stars into whole ones.
Across the cosmos, all beings quaked. In every starfield with True Immortal guardians, races trembled in fear.
This was a clash of Immortal Kings—a misstep could annihilate entire regions, turning them into wastelands.
True Immortals took to the void, standing guard over their worlds, bracing for the destructive ripples.
Finally, the fingers and hands withdrew, and the cosmos returned to silence.
Shi Hao witnessed it all—the overwhelming will, the peerless laws that nearly crushed him, threatening to tear his body apart.
Such was the might of an Immortal King! His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists. Even with Pan Wang’s protection, he had been like a leaf in a storm, moments from destruction.
“I will become immortal!” Shi Hao whispered, tightening his fists.
Standing in the void, he felt the terror of an Immortal King’s power—unreachable, capable of ending his life with a mere thought.
In truth, his composure was remarkable. Others would have collapsed, their bodies bursting under the pressure.
“Survive. Do not waste the opportunity I’ve fought for,” the master of the forbidden land said.
Now floating beside Shi Hao, the crystal skull, golden bone hand, and bleeding eye also appeared, silent and solemn.
“Huang!”
Ao Sheng’s voice resonated from his dominion, sweeping across the ancient cosmos into Pan Wang’s realm.
All beings heard it, their souls trembling.
“Is Ao Sheng Immortal King going to kill Huang?” Qing Yi cried, her face pale with horror and sorrow.
Zhe Xian, Shi Yi, Princess Yao Yue, Tuo Gu Yu Long—all paled. They knew Shi Hao was in grave danger. When an Immortal King sought a life, who could resist?
At this moment, all understood: Huang was doomed!
“Such killing intent!” the master of the forbidden land said coldly.
A ripple descended from the void, carrying Ao Sheng’s voice, condemning Huang to death once more.
“Crack!”
The master of the forbidden land, now half a white skull, rose to meet it. A clear sound rang out as a ghastly crack split the skull.
Simultaneously, the crystal skull, golden bone hand, and bleeding eye surged upward, shielding Shi Hao.
All three dimmed. The crystal skull and golden bone hand cracked, while the eye bled anew.
“No!” Shi Hao roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Miraculously, though the master and the three ancient beings bore terrible cracks, they did not shatter.
The strike had been endured.
“Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence. You push me too far!” the master said icily.
“A fallen Immortal King, clinging to remnants of will…” Ao Sheng’s voice echoed from the depths of the cosmos.
From the half-skull’s mouth and nose, immortal flames erupted, illuminating the starry sea.
“World’s End!” the master declared.
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