The voice was ethereal yet real—he had transcended the ages. What a terrifying feat this was!
It was shocking, almost as if one were trapped in a dream!
That drop of blood was dazzling, illuminating the myriad paths of the heavens, severing the river of time, imprinting itself across the past and present as it trickled down the rough stone wall, causing chaos to collapse.
The little dog retreated involuntarily, its fur standing on end, utterly horrified. For a living being to “transcend the ages” was an utterly terrifying matter.
Was this being traversing through time, dissolving endless epochs, or something else entirely?
“From ancient times to the present, was it all his doing?” The crystal skull also raised a theory, one even more horrifying. Such thoughts should not be entertained, lest they become too terrifying to bear.
The master of the forbidden land shook his head—that was not realistic!
Epoch after epoch of rise and fall, transcending the ages—if one were to speculate further, there were countless profound meanings hidden within, carrying the utmost terror. It was truly not something to delve into.
Otherwise, it would be far too dreadful!
The rough stone wall bore carvings that emerged like a heavy historical scroll, unfurling under the illumination of that drop of blood, no longer blurred but gradually becoming clear.
They could now see the records of that era—words, engravings, etched with the vicissitudes of time, the sediment of ages!
“How is this possible? Was he born in the Era of the Fallen Emperor?” The little dog was dumbfounded, its soul chilled with disbelief as it stared fixedly at the stone wall.
The simple lines, the rugged style, all very primitive, recounted events of the distant past, from an era lost to time.
A young man emerged from the wilderness…
From weakness to strength, he underwent continuous transformations, growing step by step within the realm of humanity. He battled in the grand world, bathed in the blood of his enemies, forging his own path with unwavering determination.
Huang—that was his figure, engraved upon the rough stone wall!
How could this be? Was there truly reincarnation? Was he a being from that era?
Or had he returned from here to the Era of the Fallen Emperor? A living cycle.
But how could the true form of a living being approach that place? To live there for years would disrupt the river of time, altering the past, causing the universe to fracture!
The past was gone, immutable.
Even an immortal king, though capable of tracing the river of time and glimpsing the future, was merely a passerby. His true form could not linger for long, much less alter any causality.
Who could disrupt time? Who could return to the past in the flesh, interact with the beings of that era, and leave behind records?
This was not realistic—it would cause too much chaos, the karma too immense!
In the Immortal Domain, within the Ao Sheng King City.
At this moment, the Immortal King Ao Sheng was deep in divination, seated upon a meditation cushion, surrounded by undulating chaos energy, vast as an ocean, flooding his immortal king’s abode and causing the starry sky for millions of miles to tremble faintly.
His power was unparalleled, unmatched in the world.
But now, his expression was cold, his eyes deep and terrifying, gradually turning into two black holes that absorbed fragments of the great Dao from the heavens, with laws cascading down to envelop him.
“Not in this era, vanished from this ancient history,” he murmured indifferently.
Within the ancient cave, in a stone chamber ten feet wide.
The primitive markings on the stone wall continued to appear, recounting tales of the past.
“He clashed with the Dark True Dragon Clan, the battle so fierce—he alone fought over a dozen of their strongest…”
Outside the stone chamber, several figures watched intently, witnessing the terrifying records on the wall as if experiencing the life, joys, and sorrows of that individual.
“The Butcher!”
The master of the forbidden land’s expression changed, his pupils contracting sharply. The two words he uttered might sound laughable, but they were of immense significance—earth-shattering, one might say.
He, along with the crystal skull and the golden bone palm—three ancient monsters—had once discussed certain beings, jokingly referring to one sealed within six immortal herbs as the “fake elixir seller,” and calling a ruthless warrior who slaughtered all enemies and dominated the world with no equal the “Butcher.”
“The Butcher in his youth—he truly was a being from the Era of the Fallen Emperor, a cultivator of that time!”
“That was the young Butcher, who clashed with Huang in that era!”
Unfortunately, according to the rough stone wall’s records, though the two had confronted each other, they never engaged in a decisive battle, merely passing each other by.
“What a pity. I truly wish to see how strong the Butcher was in his youth. To think he never fought Huang, never shed blood in battle!”
Moreover, the Butcher left that great world, vanishing thereafter.
On the stone wall, one set of markings faded as another emerged, recounting the rise and fall of the ages.
The master of the forbidden land and the others skipped over the rest, focusing only on the records related to Huang.
“He slaughtered the Eight Sons of the Heaven’s Descent lineage!”
The golden bone palm emitted a ripple of divine sense, sighing as it spoke.
The so-called Heaven’s Descent lineage had long vanished from the present world, but in eras past, they were a supreme race, their bloodline unimaginably powerful.
Otherwise, how could they dare to name themselves after Heaven itself?
“He beheaded thirteen rising stars of the Creation Deity lineage!”
The crystal skull was moved, staring at the stone wall, witnessing a glorious chapter of ancient history, beholding the terrifying feats of a young man.
Page after page of history was turned, era after era flowed by—in the Era of the Fallen Emperor, there was Huang’s figure.
Where was Shi Hao now?
When he first appeared in this world, he was bewildered. After years of slaughter, he finally calmed down.
This was a different world, a terrifying one. He had heard the shouts of immortal kings, seen their blood rain from the sky, destroying lands spanning millions of miles.
He had nearly been drenched in that blood rain, narrowly escaping death, avoiding annihilation.
This era was too dreadful, with unceasing warfare, countless races vying for supremacy—an unimaginably glorious age.
But then came the day when the heavens collapsed. The supreme experts of the cosmos clashed, shattering the balance, bringing calamity upon all things.
The golden age ended, and the supreme experts vanished.
On the same day, the world entered the Age of Decay.
Moreover, this realm withered, its connections to other realms severed, cutting off all passage—thus, heaven and earth were sundered.
Shi Hao was numb. The onset of the Age of Decay made him think he had returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
This stretch of time was too long, the world vast and desolate, with no familiar faces, not a single old acquaintance.
He knew he was not in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths but in another spacetime. He had no choice but to accept reality.
At first, he thought this was merely a trial, a small world where he would eventually find an exit.
He had even suspected it might be an illusion, a test, and that he would eventually pierce through the mist and return.
But in the end, he was shocked to realize his intuition was wrong. His instincts told him this world was real—the Age of Decay had arrived.
This was a great world, real beyond doubt.
“Everything is real. Where have I mistakenly fallen?”
Thereafter, Shi Hao fell silent.
He wandered this world, cultivating, seeking the truth, comprehending the Dao in the Age of Decay.
He learned much, his heart stirred with speculations. But in this world, to whom could he confide?
All of this, he could only bury deep within. He did not belong to this era, yet he had become entangled with it—not illusorily, but in reality.
“Transcending the ages—did it bring me here?”
Shi Hao could only focus on cultivation. But these years were truly arduous. The world had entered the Age of Decay, suppressing all living beings. No one could ascend to immortality.
Time flowed mercilessly. In the blink of an eye, nine thousand years had passed!
He was no longer young, his true age surpassing ten thousand years. How could the vigor of youth be preserved in the harshest of times, the Age of Decay?
Shi Hao’s temples turned white, his prime years slipping away. He was about to pass the peak of his life, like the red sun beginning its westward descent.
“Will I grow old and die in this world?”
Shi Hao steeled himself. In the years that followed, he refined all his secret arts, perfected his laws and Dao. The five great secret realms of his body grew ever more resplendent.
The Indestructible Scripture, the Primordial True Explanation, the Immortal Scriptures—all were crucial techniques he studied and referenced.
He maintained his peak state for a long time, his vitality not waning. Though his hair had turned white, he forcibly sustained his vigorous life force for thousands of years. By then, he was already over ten thousand years old.
But eventually, his vitality began to decline, entering its twilight.
Outside the stone chamber in the ancient cave, the master of the forbidden land and the others frowned as they observed the records on the rough stone wall. The Era of the Fallen Emperor, descending into the Age of Decay—the suppression of heaven and earth was too terrifying.
For a great battle had just taken place. The blood of immortal kings had poured down, the skies filled with The Law of Fury, Suppress all those who dare to dream of immortality.!
This was an era where immortality was impossible!
In summary, it was even more terrifying than the current Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
In a sense, the Era of the Fallen Emperor had suffered a great calamity. Too many experts had perished, their Daos merging into the rules, becoming part of the suppression of that era.
Whoever sought to break through would have to face that barrier—an insurmountable wall of infinite laws!
The Era of the Fallen Emperor, the Age of Decay.
Shi Hao grew increasingly aged. His last black hair turned white, his once jade-like skin gradually developing fine wrinkles.
Later, his vitality finally began to wither. By then, he had entered the twilight of his life—twenty-seven thousand years old.
In this era, the great cultivators he had once seen, those powerful beings, had long since turned to dust, their deaths lost to time.
He was a solitary ascetic, never belonging here to begin with. Now, watching all the strong individuals he had once encountered return to dust, Shi Hao grew even more silent.
For many years, there had been no cultivators from his era left. All he saw were withered bones—beings from over twenty thousand years ago had long perished.
In this vast world, not a single old acquaintance remained.
Even those who rose to power later had already passed away before him.
Generations had come and gone, countless times over!
With his vitality fading and his twilight years upon him, Shi Hao was like the setting sun on the horizon—frail and aged. Yet even so, he endured until the threshold of thirty thousand years.
He lived past thirty thousand years—a lifespan no ordinary Supreme Being could achieve in the Age of Decay.
Over these thirty thousand years, he perfected his Great Dao, his cultivation continuously refined, flawless and untainted, his power growing ever more terrifying.
But alas, fate was not on his side. Lifespans had their limits.
Shi Hao lived past thirty thousand years, his life nearing its end, his hair white with age.
At this moment, he felt regret in his heart. To have inexplicably left his original world and arrived in this foreign era—so many faces he would never see again.
Not even in death could they reunite!
How could he accept this?
Familiar figures surfaced in his mind. He clung to his obsessions, unwilling to “dissipate his Dao” into heaven and earth!
“Ascend to immortality!”
Shi Hao raised his head to the sky.
At this realm, though his vitality had dried up, his Dao had grown unfathomably profound. After over thirty thousand years of cultivation, his sensitivity to the heavens had reached its peak.
He saw it—high in the firmament, a thick curtain of light, imperceptible to others. Only he, with his unparalleled insight, could perceive it clearly.
“That is the law of the Great Dao, left behind by the fallen true immortals of the heavens, along with the imprints of supreme experts. It blocks the path forward. Without breaking through, immortality is impossible.”
Only by shattering it could he escape this cage!
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