“He really went, alone to challenge the foreign realm!”
This news spread throughout the immortal domain, leaving all clans dumbfounded. As promised, Shi Hao truly intended to venture into the foreign realm to slay another king, completing the trio.
The foreign realm—a den of dragons and tigers—had stood in opposition to the immortal domain since ancient times, indestructible through countless calamities. Behind them lay the unfathomable dark lands.
Of course, some truths were known only to the Immortal Kings; ordinary beings remained unaware.
Yet everyone understood the terror of the foreign realm—not to be trifled with. Once war erupted, even the immortal domain would be hard-pressed.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, sandwiched between the foreign realm and the immortal domain, had served as their battlefield more than once, drenched in endless bloodshed.
Relatively speaking, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths shared origins with the immortal domain.
“Which path did he take?” someone inquired.
At this moment, the ancient Immortal Kings turned their gazes, their eyes fixed on the direction Shi Hao had departed. This young man was simply too shocking.
After a long while, someone reported to the Immortal Kings.
“He took the Western Heavenly Gate, marching openly to enter the foreign realm!”
This immediately stirred unease among the Immortal Kings. Even they could no longer remain seated, countless eyes turning toward the Western Heavenly Gate.
The Western Heavenly Gate held special significance—it led directly to the foreign realm. Once a battleground of countless wars, it had been sealed for epochs, with none daring to pass through.
The battles there had been too brutal, with too many lives lost between the immortal domain and the foreign realm.
It was said that epochs ago, Immortal Kings and Undying Kings had bled there, their ranks decimated until neither side could endure further and were forced to retreat.
In the end, the gate was sealed.
Over the epochs, few besides the Immortal Kings and Undying Kings knew of its true state.
Now, with the Western Heavenly Gate mentioned again, many cultivators were ignorant until the truth emerged from the Immortal Kings’ families, causing an uproar.
All clans buzzed with shock and awe!
After epochs, Shi Hao would take this path?
Across the immortal domain, countless families and sects activated their formations to observe the Western Heavenly Gate, their astonishment immeasurable.
Shi Hao had naturally learned of the Western Heavenly Gate from Pan King.
It was an ancient city, guarded by exiled descendants of the Immortal Kings’ families—those deemed unruly—stationed to watch over this passage.
For epochs, this place had remained silent. The massive city was stained crimson, devoid of life, its spiritual energy nearly dried up, replaced by baleful auras.
For it had been drenched in the blood of more than one Immortal King, its vitality extinguished.
Thus, it served as a prison, where the wayward descendants of the Immortal Kings’ families were banished as punishment.
“Who is this, daring to come here?”
A figure arrived at the Western Heavenly Gate, mounted atop a colossal beast—golden-furred, with gleaming fangs, ferocious and menacing, shrouded in chaotic mist.
“Hush! Silence! That’s Shi Hao! Does he mean to pass through the Western Heavenly Gate and leave from here?”
The beings stationed here were not entirely cut off from news. In recent days, they had learned of Shi Hao’s deeds.
Shi Hao sat atop the Golden-Haired Hou, arriving at the Western Heavenly Gate.
The crowd stared as if seeing a ghost, trembling in fear, worried Shi Hao might unleash his fury here. They never imagined he would come.
“Open the gate!” Shi Hao commanded.
The Golden-Haired Hou pawed the ground, causing the void to shatter and the Great Dao to rumble. After all, it was a creature comparable to an Immortal King, terrifying beyond measure.
“This…” The onlookers shuddered.
“Is there a problem?” Shi Hao’s voice was cold, his Immortal King aura suffusing the air, causing even True Immortals to collapse in weakness.
The crowd was petrified, trembling so violently they could barely speak.
Under the might of an Immortal King, how could beings of lesser realms resist?
In the end, Shi Hao opened the gate himself and strode through.
The Golden-Haired Hou was unwilling, but Shi Hao bound it, imprisoning its soul and enslaving it as his mount. Resistance was futile.
In truth, by now, it had somewhat resigned itself. At least it was no longer as violent or despairing as before. Having witnessed Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, and Yuan Chu being suppressed, their fates unknown, what humiliation was left to feel?
Beyond the gate lay a shattered cosmos, long since ruined by war.
It was said this had once been a realm, unable to withstand the clashes of battle, now reduced to ruins.
Endless stellar debris and cosmic dust filled the void.
Corpses floated in the emptiness, their divine power still pulsing, some blood still glowing, staining the broken stars.
Shi Hao rode the Golden-Haired Hou forward, soon spotting a gate on the opposite side—indestructible, leading directly into the foreign realm.
This was a spatial node, corresponding to the Western Heavenly Gate. Countless bloody battles had raged between these two cities in the past.
But over the long ages, only the ancient Immortal Kings and Undying Kings remembered.
Even later Undying Kings and Immortal Kings were unaware.
“The gate is sealed. You can’t enter. Do you plan to force your way in?” the Golden-Haired Hou sneered, gloating.
“Silence!” Shi Hao’s cold rebuke carried such authority that the Hou King immediately quieted, unwilling to provoke this invincible killer.
To breach the gate by force would require an Undying King’s self-destruction or the sacrifice of an Immortal King weapon—otherwise, it was impossible.
An Immortal King self-destructing? Unless mad, who would choose such a death?
As for Immortal King weapons—some kings never even possessed such arms in their lifetimes, making do with True Immortal weapons. Who would sacrifice them?
Especially now, with the Great Cleansing approaching, beings of this level sought only to grow stronger, not weaken themselves or their arms.
A pool appeared, no taller than a foot, shaped like a thunder pond. Within, Shi Hao’s myriad divine abilities and secret arts simmered, now refining the three Immortal Kings.
“Shi Hao, you will fall eventually!”
“Such karma cannot be stopped by heaven or earth. One day, you will pay!”
The three Immortal Kings roared, their eyes bloodshot. Beings of their stature, now reduced to prisoners, facing refinement.
They were certain Shi Hao would eventually erase them.
Moreover, they sensed that the system Shi Hao had created was extraordinary. With further refinement, he might slay Immortal Kings directly, without this lengthy process.
The so-called indestructibility of Immortal Kings might soon be shattered.
“Enough noise!”
Shi Hao’s voice was icy.
He observed the three in the pool, then stripped them of all they possessed.
Ao Sheng Immortal King’s soul was clad in armor—his Immortal King weapon, radiant and dazzling, a pair of sword-wings. Donned, they transformed him into a peerless demonic bird.
For days, this armor had floated in the pool as Shi Hao refined it, erasing Ao Sheng’s imprint.
Helpless, Ao Sheng could only watch as his weapon was taken.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword-wings unfurled. Shi Hao now wore a suit of armor adorned with sharp, feather-like blades, its killing intent overwhelming.
This was Ao Sheng Immortal King’s supreme weapon!
Clang!
Next, Shi Hao drew a celestial halberd from the pool—Tai Shi Immortal King’s weapon, nearly refined, now in his grasp.
Clad in sword-wing armor, wielding the halberd, his arsenal was terrifying.
“And you!” Shi Hao summoned a beam of light—Yuan Chu Immortal King’s lifelong refinement, a fragment of primordial Dao runes forged into a weapon.
With a hum, the light merged with Shi Hao’s soul, forming soul armor.
Now armed with three Immortal King weapons, he was fully equipped, unmatched by most.
In the past, when Immortal Kings fell or were defeated, their first act was self-destruction—obliterating not only their bodies and souls but their weapons as well.
Thus, the Nine Heavens held only fragments, rarely complete Immortal King arms.
“Stealing our weapons—such karma will be repaid,” Yuan Chu said coldly, hatred burning in his eyes. His power lay in that beam of Dao runes.
His very enlightenment had come from it. To lose it was to be a tiger stripped of its fangs.
“I take not only your weapons but your lives. Three trinkets mean nothing,” Shi Hao replied indifferently.
The three Immortal Kings sensed impending doom, realizing their location.
“Go!”
With a roar, Shi Hao tore Ao Sheng’s soul from the pool, unleashing his ultimate technique to rend it apart and hurl it at the ancient gate.
“Wretch!” Ao Sheng bellowed in rage.
This was humiliation—used as a tool to breach the foreign realm’s gate, an unprecedented disgrace.
It was also a lethal threat, for Shi Hao meant to kill them.
Boom!
Ao Sheng’s shattered soul struck the gate with a deafening impact.
Yet, as Immortal Kings were indestructible, his soul reformed.
“Good,” Shi Hao nodded.
Seizing the soul again, he repeated the assault.
Tai Shi and Yuan Chu met the same fate, hurled against the gate.
To open this passage required an Immortal King’s self-destruction. Shi Hao used them as his tools.
Boom!
Finally, Ao Sheng’s soul exploded into motes of light. Despite his strength, relentless assaults from Shi Hao wore him down.
Though he could reform, the toll on his soul’s essence was immense.
The gate proved incredibly sturdy. Only after multiple explosions from the three Immortal Kings’ souls did it begin to crack.
Now, Ao Sheng, Yuan Chu, and Tai Shi felt true terror, realizing death loomed.
Shi Hao’s six great secret realms blazed, empowering the pool. Now only Yuan Chu remained within, hurled at the gate.
Boom!
This time, the impact shook heaven and earth. The gate shattered, and the pool temporarily exploded—Shi Hao’s own doing, unleashing Yuan Chu’s full potential.
“Ah—!” Yuan Chu screamed.
Ao Sheng and Tai Shi shuddered, sensing Yuan Chu’s aura fading—a king meeting his end.
Slash!
Shi Hao swung Tai Shi’s halberd, severing a wisp of Yuan Chu’s imprint, eliciting a final, agonized cry.
Swoosh!
The sword-wings on Shi Hao’s armor gleamed, shredding Yuan Chu’s last remnants.
Then, a tempest arose, blood rain poured—a king had fallen, the omens terrifying.
Unmoved, Shi Hao summoned another pool, sealing Ao Sheng and Tai Shi within—the crucible of his secret arts.
This pool, forged of laws, was indestructible so long as Shi Hao lived and his power remained.
Ao Sheng and Tai Shi were aghast. Shi Hao could have erased them earlier. Spared only to be used—now Yuan Chu had broken the gate.
Would they too become tools for Shi Hao’s return? The thought horrified them.
The gate lay in ruins, dust billowing. The foreign realm’s guardians here perished in the cataclysm.
An Immortal King breaching the gate, with one of their own detonated—such terror was inevitable.
Shi Hao rode the Golden-Haired Hou, calmly vanishing into the foreign realm.
“Disaster! The undying gate has been shattered!”
The commotion drew the foreign realm’s attention. Stunned observers took moments to react, then cried out in alarm.
That day, chaos gripped the foreign realm.
That gate’s destruction held grave implications!
The eldest Undying Kings knew—its breach meant direct confrontation with the immortal domain’s kings, war without end.
“Are there armies coming?” someone demanded.
“None. All is quiet.”
No invaders were seen. The ruins lay silent, as if collapsed on their own.
Soon, several Undying Kings awoke, wary, searching for the intruder’s whereabouts and strength.
Shi Hao, astride his Immortal King-level mount, traversed the foreign realm’s famed mountains and rivers, seeking an Undying King to slay.
In truth, Shi Hao sought An Lan and Yu Tuo—especially the former.
It was An Lan who had seized Sin Province, plunging it into darkness, leading to Fire Spirit’s fall.
Yet fate intervened. Emerging, Shi Hao found himself near Chi King’s territory—the closest.
“What coincidence, why him again?” Shi Hao mused. His karma with Chi King ran deep.
En route, Shi Hao spotted a familiar figure—Mo Xian, Mo Dao’s elder sister, whose talent rivaled the foreign realm’s imperial clan heirs.
Mo Dao, once of the foreign realm, had been subdued by Shi Hao before being freed.
Where was Mo Dao now? Had he perished in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, or entered the immortal domain?
Shi Hao did not know.
Lost in memories, he sighed softly.
“Who is that? His mount is terrifying,” remarked a girl beside Mo Xian, stunningly beautiful, like sisters with Mo Xian.
Mo Xian stared in disbelief, recognizing Shi Hao—she had seen him before.
Even in the foreign realm, news had spread—Shi Hao was dead, slain by Immortal Kings.
The foreign realm’s youth had celebrated.
For Shi Hao had brought them much trouble.
“Leave quickly. Cataclysm approaches,” Shi Hao said calmly.
“It’s really you! Alive!” Mo Xian paled, stunned.
“He seems familiar. Have I seen him?” The girl tilted her head, studying him.
“Ah! Shi Hao! You—saved me!” she exclaimed, overjoyed.
As a child, she had met Shi Hao, and as she grew, she often recalled him, seeing his portraits.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed. As an Immortal King, his divination was peerless. A brief calculation revealed her identity—memories surfaced.
At Enlightenment Mountain, when the immortal tea tree bore fruit, the foreign realm’s elites had gathered to pluck it.
During his captivity, Shi Hao had gone there. At the mountain’s base, he had seen a royal clan devouring human children. He had rescued a girl—this very one—entrusting her to Mo Xian.
Hundreds of thousands of years later, her cultivation neared Mo Xian’s, the two now like sisters.
Shi Hao frowned. Past causes led to present meetings. Would their paths cross again? He doubted it.
Yet why this premonition?
“Go!” Shi Hao waved his sleeve, sending them far from this place.
Having come this far, Shi Hao would not retreat. As a supreme Immortal King, he feared nothing—not even the legendary Chi King.
Chi King’s recovery mattered not. Shi Hao would still slay him.
Familiar with the path, Shi Hao stormed into the Time Beast clan’s ancestral land, arriving at Chi King’s seclusion.
Boom!
In the distance, a mountain split open. An ancient beast emerged, transforming into a burly man with crimson hair and piercing eyes.
An Undying King, shrouded in chaos, his Dao aura suppressing the heavens. His mere presence seemed to dominate all eras.
His vitality was overwhelming, enough to fill the cosmos.
A peerless figure among Undying Kings!
Clearly, Chi King had recovered. Though Shi Hao had once severed half his Nirvana body, fifty millennia of recuperation had restored him.
Yet his hopes of reaching the Emperor realm were forever dashed.
Once, he had aspired to transcend kingship, stepping onto the Emperor’s path.
But Shi Hao had shattered those dreams.
Now, seeing Shi Hao, Chi King was stunned. He had heard Shi Hao was dead, gone forever.
Yet here he stood—an Immortal King. Unthinkable!
“Our fates are deeply entwined, for you to appear before me again,” Chi King said calmly, though his aura grew more terrifying.
True Immortals or Undying beings would have fled or prostrated.
“Indeed, the karma runs deep,” Shi Hao agreed.
“Something is amiss.” Suddenly, Chi King frowned, his crimson hair whipping as fragments of time swirled around him.
A sealed heavenly mystery unraveled, revealing the truth of their connection.
“It’s you—it was always you!” Chi King’s voice trembled, his composure shattered. Even he, so mighty, was shaken to the core.
“To think you would appear before me!” he repeated, his expression grave beyond measure.
His shock was palpable, his stance now one of utmost wariness.
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