“What exactly is this place? Can one truly reincarnate here?” Shi Hao wondered.
According to the words of the Forbidden Master, this place connected the heavens and the ages—a land of creation, filled with wonders beyond the comprehension of outsiders.
“The strangeness lies in the deepest part of the cave.”
The little dog wiped away its tears and led the way forward, passing through the mist of chaos. As the Primordial Qi of All Things swirled around them, Shi Hao took a deep breath, drawing in the immortal energy of this place.
“That’s it!”
At the deepest point stood a stone chamber, only ten feet long. It was crude, devoid of tables, chairs, or any fine ornaments—only rough stone walls.
Of course, within this ten-foot chamber, the chaos and immortal energy were even denser, carrying an inexplicable fluctuation.
Is this the place? Shi Hao’s expression remained calm. There was nothing visibly extraordinary here. He wanted to approach and investigate further.
But the little dog was startled and loudly warned him, fearing that he might rush in unprepared and face dire consequences.
“I sense no danger,” Shi Hao said.
“This place is extremely eerie. Once you enter, you might vanish, lost to time, unable to find your way back,” the crystal skull spoke.
“Yes, this is the place!” the Forbidden Master declared.
By now, the crystal skull, the golden bone palm, and the bleeding eyeball had all awakened, emitting a hazy radiance, their gazes filled with deep apprehension toward the ten-foot stone chamber.
“What exactly will happen?” Shi Hao asked the Forbidden Master.
“Among the Immortal Kings, there is a legend that this place connects past and present, allowing one to traverse endless years. Some even say it grants a glimpse of the future,” the Forbidden Master replied.
In truth, even he could not fully explain it now. In the past, he had only heard fragments of secrets. Coming here today was a great gamble.
The little dog recounted in detail what had happened when it placed the essence blood of the Endless Immortal King inside—how the blood seemed to stir the River of Time, its currents flickering in and out of existence.
Shi Hao began his preparations to enter the stone chamber.
The Forbidden Master was visibly unsettled. “Back then, I deduced with others that this place might allow one to reincarnate while still alive. If that is true, then this would be the greatest gift for you.”
This was his hope. The reason he had risked bringing Shi Hao here was precisely to seek this boon.
What did Shi Hao lack most now?
The great era was approaching, and the chaos of blood and sin was about to begin. Yet, he had been born at the wrong time, not yet fully grown. The Forbidden Master feared that if the Great Reckoning began, even Shi Hao’s unparalleled talent would not be enough.
Thus, the Forbidden Master had brought him here to take this gamble!
“The sound of scriptures is calling me again. All opportunities and dangers lie within!” Shi Hao said.
The *Heaven Transformation Scripture* resonated within him, clear and distinct, as if harmonizing with the stone chamber.
In the past, at the borderlands, he had unleashed the supreme might of the *Heaven Transformation Scripture*, shocking the experts of the foreign realm. But back then, it had been a passive process.
Now, the scripture flowed through his heart like water, every word and phrase imprinted deeply within him.
“Has the complete scripture appeared? Have I truly grasped it?” Shi Hao was astonished.
Before, the scripture had been indistinct, but now every word was clear, engraved in the depths of his mind, as if recited solely for him.
“A drop of blood!”
The crystal skull spoke, flames bursting from its eye sockets as it stared at Shi Hao’s brow in shock.
The others also looked up, witnessing the anomaly.
On Shi Hao’s forehead, a drop of blood emerged, reflecting the heavens, exuding a vast aura as if it were the act of creation itself. Then, it emitted a sound, rumbling like thunder.
“It’s appeared again!”
Shi Hao was stunned. He, too, could sense the drop of blood once more.
In the past, the reason he had been able to wield the *Heaven Transformation Scripture* and contend with the supreme experts of the foreign realm was precisely because of this drop of blood.
This blood had come from a bloodstained cauldron of Primordial Immortal Gold, extracted from its surface.
That cauldron had once appeared outside the Imperial Pass, and a being had stepped upon it, battling the Immortal Kings of the foreign realm!
Later, Shi Hao learned that the drop of blood did not belong to the cauldron. By chance, it had adhered to it—a mysterious ancient blood, traversing the River of Time, eternal and unchanging.
“Ancient blood from the Era of the Fallen Emperor!”
Based on Shi Hao’s personal experiences during the border war and the fragmented words of the being who had stepped upon the cauldron, the Forbidden Master pieced together this conclusion.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s body moved involuntarily. He stepped forward, entering the ten-foot stone chamber.
In an instant, his form blurred. He trembled violently, swaying unsteadily as if struggling to remain upright.
The sound of the *Heaven Transformation Scripture* grew even more resounding, shaking Shi Hao’s ears until the scripture was firmly imprinted in his heart.
Yet, the scripture’s voice did not cease. It continued to resonate, harmonizing with the stone chamber. Even the Forbidden Master and the others heard a celestial chant, leaving them astonished.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, Shi Hao’s figure vanished from the chamber. The little dog widened its eyes in shock, searching frantically.
The Forbidden Master remained silent. Was there hope of success? If so, this would be Shi Hao’s greatest opportunity, the most profound gift he could receive.
If he failed, death would follow, and his name would fade from the world.
“Better to risk everything today than to fall into the darkness of the Great Reckoning tomorrow,” the Forbidden Master murmured.
“Where has he gone? Has he truly traversed time, disappearing into the River of Ages?” the little dog cried.
The crystal skull, the golden bone palm, and the bleeding eyeball remained silent, staring at the stone chamber, pondering and speculating about Shi Hao’s fate.
**Whoosh!**
Not long after, the chamber manifested strange phenomena. Still shrouded in mist, illuminated by chaotic light and thick immortal fog, marks began to appear on the stone walls.
They were the most ancient and crude carvings, too indistinct to be clear, left behind by people of antiquity!
“From the Era of the Fallen Emperor onward, an endless scroll of time, belonging to an unknown and distant age, has left its traces,” the Forbidden Master said, transforming into a white-robed man, his expression unprecedentedly grave.
Earlier, the stone walls had been bare, devoid of any markings.
Now, after Shi Hao’s entry, they had changed, revealing imprints of the past.
It was a mottled historical scroll, depicting the vague events of the Era of the Fallen Emperor. Though unclear, one could sense the brutality of that world.
Perhaps an Emperor had once existed, waging war across the heavens before falling.
The very name of that era—Era of the Fallen Emperor—was too suggestive, leaving little room for doubt.
“If an Emperor existed, it was no mortal sovereign,” the crystal skull murmured.
**Boom!**
The ten-foot chamber trembled violently. The crude carvings shifted, as if recounting ancient tales.
They strained to see clearly, but only vague outlines remained visible.
“Please don’t tell me this is just a story of reincarnation, with no one actually returning!” the little dog whimpered, its voice trembling with anxiety as it stared at the stone wall.
“It’s him!” The crystal skull lost its composure, its gaze locked onto the crude carvings.
The images shifted and transformed. At last, they glimpsed a familiar figure emerging within the ancient tale depicted on the stone wall.
“Fang!” the little dog shouted.
The Forbidden Master’s eyes gleamed with brilliance as he, too, stared at the figure—Shi Hao’s form, now appearing in the ancient story.
“How is this possible? How could he appear in the Era of the Fallen Emperor?!” The little dog was stunned, unable to believe its eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Immortal Domain, within the depths of Pan King’s city…
Pan King sat in the innermost part of his abode, his eyes as deep as the cosmos. In his hand, he held a strand of hair—Shi Hao’s—performing divinations.
Within his gaze, scenes of universes being born and destroyed played out, accompanied by the roaring sound of the River of Time.
**Whoosh!**
The strand of hair in his hand burned uncontrollably, turning to ash.
Pan King’s eyes grew even more terrifying as he sighed softly. “He is no longer of this era. He does not belong to this ancient history.”
This strand had been taken from Shi Hao before he left Pan King’s residence. Now, after his divinations, this was the conclusion he had reached.
Back in the ancient cave, within the ten-foot stone chamber…
On the crude stone walls, Shi Hao’s figure continued to appear. In that distant era, his traces, his presence, were undeniable.
“*Heaven Transformation, Transformation Across the Ages—prepared for me, or merely a bridal gown for another? One day, I shall return…*”
At this moment, the little dog shuddered. It heard a voice, ethereal and distant, as if crossing through millennia.
The Forbidden Master, the crystal skull, and the others all erupted with divine light in their eyes, staring into the chamber, at the crude stone wall.
Then, they saw a drop of blood, flowing across the stone, reflecting the heavens, imprinting itself upon eternity—ancient, weathered, as if it could sever the River of Time itself.
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