Deep within the immortal realm, there lies a crimson wasteland stretching for millions of miles, devoid of any signs of life!
Other regions are overgrown with withered grass, desolate and barren, lacking spiritual essence—nothing like a land where one could ascend to immortality.
In some areas, a glance from afar reveals a world draped in silver, as if blanketed by pristine snow, devoid of any other color. It is eerily silent, permeated with an aura of death—for what appears to be snow is in fact an endless sea of bleached bones.
Elsewhere, lakes stretch one after another, but their waters are a sinister crimson, exuding a pungent stench of blood—the blood of ancient beings! Even after countless ages, the blood has not dried nor congealed, still pulsing with a terrifying power.
This is the deepest part of the immortal domain, filled with bizarre and perilous places, each concealing great slaughter.
Shi Hao has arrived!
He has come in person, accompanied by the Dark Willow God, the Second Under Heaven, the Immortal Gold Daoist, the Heavenly Horned Ant, and the Golden-Haired Hou, leading a formidable force!
This is unprecedented. For so many years, no matter whom he fought, Shi Hao always ventured alone. Yet now, he has brought several supreme experts with him—a first in history.
This is a stone forest, silent and vast, with massive boulders strewn about—some resembling crouching tigers, others coiled dragons…
The entire stone forest is a dull gray-brown, stretching endlessly, utterly different from ordinary stone forests seen elsewhere. It is so immense it resembles an ocean.
Within the stone forest lie the remnants of colossal stars, remnants from an unknown era, though compared to the vast stone expanse, they seem insignificant.
This place is unimaginably vast.
This is the destination!
Shi Hao has arrived. Above his head, a radiant glow envelops a tiny figure, floating and sensing all the changes and secrets of this place.
“Found it!”
Shi Hao’s gaze turned icy as he spotted an ancient hall millions of miles away, its golden luster entwined with strands of darkness!
“Let’s go!”
Shi Hao charged ahead, the first to strike. Fearing danger, he placed himself at the forefront, his indestructible body serving as a shield.
Within the stone forest, the hall stood broken yet grand, emanating a golden radiance—sacred and serene. Were it not for the wisps of black mist tainting the air, it might truly seem like a pure land.
Shi Hao, the Dark Willow God, the Second Under Heaven, and the others descended but halted at a distance, standing coldly before the hall’s entrance, staring into its depths.
“The Guiding Ancient Hall!”
Shi Hao uttered these four words, revealing its origin.
His expression was grave—this was why he had brought these supreme experts. The matter at hand was of the utmost severity, and even he needed allies.
The dark realm and the Guiding Ancient Hall were deeply connected, inseparable.
And yet, some beings had managed to escape from there—just how powerful must they be?
How could Shi Hao afford to be careless?
Since ancient times, how many beings imprisoned in the dark cage could defy the heavens and reclaim the light? Extremely few!
“If one truly fought their way out of the dark cage, they must be terrifyingly powerful,” Shi Hao warned, urging caution.
“Fellow Daoist, what brings you here?”
A calm voice rang out, followed by the appearance of a radiant figure—a white tiger, its fur shimmering with the sharp aura of Geng Metal, exuding bone-chilling killing intent.
Though its words were mild, its presence was overwhelming.
Upon closer inspection, the tiger’s body seemed somewhat stiff, while its soul was extraordinarily powerful, its radiance enveloping its flesh.
“We come for the Guiding Ancient Hall!” Shi Hao declared.
“Hah, over the years, it’s not as if no immortal kings have come. One supreme king even died here. Do you still refuse to relent? We wish no entanglement with you—do not disturb our seclusion!” The tiger’s tone turned sharp and unyielding.
Shi Hao did not mention Qin Hao directly, wary of provoking them.
“Then we fight!”
The Dark Willow God acted decisively, its branches stretching out with metallic resonance, piercing the void as tens of thousands of black chains of order surged toward the tiger.
“A supreme king!”
The tiger’s silver pupils shot out blade-like beams of light.
**Roar!**
It let out a deafening roar, exhaling streams of white Geng Metal Qi from its nostrils. The white tiger was the sovereign of slaughter, its lineage once renowned as overlords in the immortal domain.
But now, they had fallen—for the White Tiger Immortal King of old had succumbed to darkness and perished!
**Boom!**
A blinding clash erupted as Geng Metal Qi collided with the black chains of order, unleashing terrifying surges of Dao light, shattering the heavens.
**Thud!**
The tiger’s eyes gleamed sharply as it swung a massive claw forward.
Yet, the Willow God was no lesser force. Its black branches writhed like chains, entangling the claw as countless Dao symbols erupted between them in a fierce struggle.
“White Tiger Immortal King—weren’t you dead, forever lost to darkness?” The Immortal Gold Daoist exclaimed in shock.
“I have returned!” the White Tiger Immortal King growled, its once-majestic form now twisted, fur bristling, an eerie rune glowing on its forehead.
**Clang!**
Its back split open, revealing a pair of golden wings that blazed like the sun, radiating scorching brilliance.
They were the wings of a Golden Crow, flapping lightly yet causing the heavens to tremble, unleashing supreme pressure to incinerate the Dark Willow God.
“Golden Crow King’s Wings!” The Second Under Heaven gasped in recognition.
He knew this aura—this was the Golden Crow King’s divine ability, its solar essence so dense it seemed like a boiling ocean.
The Golden Crow lineage was immensely powerful, having produced two or three immortal kings since antiquity. Even now, one still lived!
Truly, this was a race that even the heavens would envy.
“Indeed, it is I,” the tiger replied, its silver pupils now turning gold as a blazing aura surged from within, transforming it into a radiant golden sun.
Shi Hao inhaled sharply—his worst fears had come true. Some kings within the dark cage had devoured one another, becoming monstrous abominations.
This creature before them was undoubtedly one such horror!
**Boom!**
Yet, the Dark Willow God was no less formidable. Now a supreme king, it unleashed its full might, its branches hardening like dark immortal gold.
Moreover, it invoked other supreme arts, merging with the world itself, as if channeling the will of the heavens, its form resonating with the pulse of creation.
**Boom!**
The solar flames and Golden Crow wings were repelled, and the monstrous tiger staggered back.
Their battle was fierce, but the Dark Willow God proved stronger. A single black chain pierced the tiger’s chest, then twisted violently, shattering its body.
With a hum, a streak of soul light fled into the Guiding Ancient Hall.
The Dark Willow God gave chase!
**Swoosh!**
From the hall flew a sword—pitch-black, gleaming darkly—an unstoppable soul sword capable of severing eternity.
Shi Hao’s pupils contracted in recognition: this was the **Pacification Sword Art!**
**Clang!**
He raised his hand, summoning endless sword light—a fusion of the Grass Sword Intent and the Indestructible Scripture, a technique of his own creation, devastating in power.
**Boom!**
Before the Guiding Ancient Hall, the world quaked.
Space shattered as two torrents of sword energy clashed, threatening to annihilate all existence.
In history, there were three supreme sword arts, hailed as peerless killing techniques. Today, two had appeared at once.
“Interesting. You know this sword path,” a cold voice remarked from within the hall, indifferent.
**Swoosh!**
Then, a divine rainbow shot forth, withering all life in its path, carrying the lament of gods and demons, a chilling sword light sweeping forward.
“The **Immortal Calamity Sword Art!**”
The Golden-Haired Hou was stunned, recognizing this supreme technique.
This sword art, too, was hailed as peerless, standing alongside the Pacification Sword Art and the Grass Sword Art—the third of the three great sword techniques.
Its intent was vast and terrifying, embodying the calamity of immortals—a single strike could doom even celestial beings.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s fist glowed as he unleashed a **Samsara Fist**, shaking the void as sword energy clashed violently, annihilating all in its wake.
Even the Second Under Heaven, the Immortal Gold Daoist, and the Golden-Haired Hou paled in shock.
All three supreme sword arts had appeared in a single day!
Each had an unfathomable origin.
“Grass Sword Art!”
At that moment, the voice from the hall spoke again, and the void filled with countless blades of grass, each with nine leaves, spinning violently to unleash endless sword light!
This being had mastered all three sword arts—an utterly terrifying revelation!
Shi Hao showed no fear. He, too, wielded this technique and unleashed it now, the two sword intents clashing in a cataclysmic storm.
For a moment, heaven and earth lost their color!
Finally, with a deafening crash, the hall trembled, cracks spreading across its surface.
This was a hall fortified with an immortal king’s supreme formation, yet it nearly collapsed.
At last, the creature emerged—a monstrous being with nine heads. The central head was human, while the others belonged to ancient beasts and fierce birds, each exuding the aura of an immortal king.
“Has it… fused with and devoured nine immortal kings?!” The Immortal Gold Daoist shuddered at the horror of it.
“Then taste my **Annihilation Strike!**” The creature sneered, its central human head draped in gray hair, its eyes dull and lifeless. With a thunderous roar, it launched a punch.
Its entire body transformed into a streak of gray lightning, charging at blinding speed, confident in its ability to slay Shi Hao at close range.
This was undoubtedly a supreme king—stronger even than Kun Di!
This being had reached the pinnacle of the world. The only path left was to ascend to emperorship.
“That’s the **Annihilation Fist!**”
The Second Under Heaven’s expression changed. He recognized this peerless fist technique—once belonging to one of the founders of the immortal domain’s system, its power unmatched.
**Thud!**
Shi Hao met the strike head-on, his own fist glowing with eternal radiance.
Divine light flooded the area, reducing everything to a blur as the two figures clashed at unimaginable speed, locked in mortal combat.
**Splat!**
In the end, both combatants staggered back, bloodied.
“Monster, how do you know this fist technique? Did you truly devour the soul of one of the immortal domain’s founders in the dark cage?” the Immortal Gold Daoist demanded.
“I know too many techniques. As for that person you speak of—weren’t they long dead? Had I met them, who devours whom would be hard to say,” the nine-headed creature replied coolly.
“What kind of beings are you?” Shi Hao asked.
“You’ve already guessed. We escaped the dark cage after devouring some souls, seizing the chance when the cage cracked open.”
The creature spoke plainly, arms crossed, radiating arrogance.
Its gray eyes fixed on Shi Hao, studying his body. “A formidable physique. I desire it.”
It sought to possess him—a perfect vessel was rare, and this one had caught its eye.
“All these years, have you been searching for fragments of your original bodies?” Shi Hao pressed.
“Correct!” The creature nodded.
Shi Hao sighed. The legends were true.
This explained everything. Qin Hao possessed a piece of immortal bone—likely one of theirs—which was why he had been taken here.
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