Tuo Gu Yu Long suffered devastating injuries, his Primordial Spirit Flame eroded beyond salvation. Even Shi Hao’s Quasi-Immortal Emperor blood couldn’t save his life.
The last of the Wei Family’s Four Phoenixes, who had long been his Dao companion, grievously wounded herself, chose to end her life before his body, following him in death.
“Alas, you’ve all gone ahead. Wait for me,” sighed Qi Hong, master of the Five Spirits War Chariot, his own Primordial Spirit barely lingering. Witnessing the deaths of his old comrades filled him with sorrow.
With a *shhh*, his Primordial Spirit shattered, disintegrating under the dark light, and thus he perished.
They had all hailed from the Borderland Emperor Pass, once fought alongside Shi Hao, yet met such an end—leaving the living in grief.
And there were others who fell.
Da Xu Tuo perished, Little Heavenly King met his demise, and Lan Xian turned to charred remains. Geniuses of unparalleled brilliance, peerless fairies of breathtaking beauty—all now gone.
This battle was far bloodier than Shi Hao had initially realized, claiming so many lives.
“Cough…”
The Enchantress opened her eyes, her once alluring and peerless form now reduced to a mangled remnant, barely surviving the battle.
“You couldn’t bear to leave me behind after all,” she murmured weakly upon revival, blinking her bloodstained, beautiful eyes.
Even on the brink of annihilation, she still jested—such was her nature, mischievous and beguiling.
Shi Hao had dug her out from a pile of corpses while burying the fallen members of the Heavenly Court, reviving her.
Shi Hao could only laugh bitterly. Even now, she smiled radiantly, making his heart ache in this accursed era of chaos.
Some refused to be sealed away—Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, Shi Yi—proud souls who would never bow.
Even as the gap between them and Shi Hao grew insurmountable, they chose to live boldly in the turmoil rather than slumber.
“Even if death comes tomorrow, what is there to fear?”
To Ten Crown King, life was about experience. He would walk his own path, leaving his own footprints.
“I don’t want to be sealed either. I want to see what horrors emerge from the darkness,” muttered the Lunar Grace.
Shi Zhong Tian, ever open-minded, deferred to Shi Hao’s arrangements—this was his grandson, after all.
A Man smiled gently at Shi Hao, ever understanding. She didn’t want him burdened with worries, willing to slumber so he could focus on his battles.
Given a choice, no one would willingly be sealed away.
This wretched era, this brutal upheaval—it was truly upon them.
From that day forth, the Heavenly Court stood desolate, devoid of life, with only Shi Hao remaining. Some had left, others slumbered.
The corpses of veterans and divine generals were buried amidst the ruins of the Heavenly Court, a bleak and broken landscape.
Nine dragon bones pulled an ancient bronze coffin through the void, sent adrift by Shi Hao.
It was an uncertain path, traversing beyond the Immortal Domain, through shattered worlds, enveloped in dense fragments of time, fading into obscurity.
This was Shi Hao’s supreme method, his Dao—exiling them beyond interference, beyond divination.
Only he, if he survived, could ever find them again.
As the dragon bones traveled, flesh slowly regrew, veiling their forms. These were once true dragons of the Immortal Realm!
Yet their majesty had been erased.
Shi Hao, wielding boundless power, reshaped their flesh, even igniting life’s radiance to guard the Three-World Bronze Coffin. None could enter unless they earned the approval of its defensive runes or shattered its barrier.
The Dark Willow God and the Golden-Haired Hou refused slumber—such powerhouses would never choose that path.
Even the Forbidden Zone Master and the Crystal Skull, old monsters all, declined, opting to visit Pan King for reminiscence. Shi Hao knew their hearts were weary, ready to meet their end in this chaos.
The Heavenly Horned Ant, bearing his immortal-metal staff, chose to wander, seeking out Cao Yu Sheng. With vengeance fulfilled, his spirit was lighter.
Time flowed quietly as Shi Hao sat alone in the Heavenly Court.
Overgrown with weeds, littered with ruins and graves, he remained for millennia, dust gathering upon him.
The Heavenly Court—a court of one.
Through the years, he reminisced, pondered the future, embracing solitude to refine his Dao, awaiting the final battle.
He sensed it—the earth-shattering era was near.
Would he strike first, or would the beings of the dark come to him?
*Crack!*
He opened the Origin Ancient Artifact, its brilliance flaring before being suppressed by his supreme power, sealed within his grasp.
The Bone Crown struggled violently but couldn’t break free.
“Die!”
Shi Hao roared, unleashing his boundless Dao flames to annihilate the will within the crown.
A violent clash erupted.
The Bone Staff in the other coffin writhed, seeking to break its seal and aid its counterpart.
“Come out then!”
Shi Hao seized both Quasi-Immortal Emperor artifacts, engulfing them in Dao flames, purging their dark essence.
The black mist—the source of darkness—was eradicated.
Two cold wills were crushed without mercy.
“Origin Ancient Artifact…”
Shi Hao closed his eyes, murmuring. He gleaned truths from them—they hailed from the dark land, sacred relics there.
Sent to this side of the Realm Sea, their purpose was to breed dark beings, some returning via the Ancient Guidance Halls.
Shi Hao thought of the Grand Elder—one such chosen.
Countless others, corrupted, remained here.
“The dark land has no life of its own. It breeds them here.”
Everything became clear.
The Bone Crown and Staff were refined into his weapons, their wills obliterated.
Millennia passed, the Heavenly Court growing ever more desolate—withered vines, crows, weeds, and graves…
Occasionally, over the ages, a man’s anguished cries echoed, instilling awe in outsiders who dared not approach.
The name “Heavenly Court” had spread—Huang had founded it, though he stood alone.
And that court was this ruin.
“The Heavenly Court is established. Why haven’t you come?!”
Shi Hao gazed skyward.
Finally, one day, he drew endless dark power into himself, corroding his flesh, seeking entry into the dark prison beyond.
A path akin to the Willow God’s.
To reach the other side of the Realm Sea, the ultimate ancient land, this might be the fastest route—but also the most perilous, risking eternal imprisonment.
Only the soul could journey forth.
Shi Hao did so.
Black light, thick with primal darkness, consumed his body, opening a path for his soul.
As in the past, he saw the river of time, endless prisons floating upon it, whispering of reincarnation.
“Break!”
Shi Hao’s soul roared, tearing through the prison, shaking the eternal river.
*Boom!*
He shattered the soul cage, emerging into the darkness, gazing outward.
The prison adapted to its captive’s strength, but even it had limits—it could hold Immortal Kings, but a Quasi-Immortal Emperor? Nearly impossible.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao struck, smashing prison after prison, freeing lost souls.
An event to shake the ages!
Its repercussions vast—someone had breached the dark prisons, releasing ancient captives.
The disturbance triggered hidden laws, barring his path.
With a thunderous crash, darkness split, returning Shi Hao to the mortal realm—alongside freed souls.
That day, the Immortal Domain erupted!
Huang had acted, unlocking the dark prisons, releasing thousands of legendary talents from antiquity.
Some were mortal, some immortal, even an Immortal King among them.
From the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Immortal Domain, even long-lost worlds—their homes now dust.
Eons cycled, realms rose and fell, many vanishing.
“Huang, peerless across time!”
“Heavenly Emperor!”
Some hailed him as Heavenly Emperor. To many, even Quasi-Immortal Emperor fell short of his might.
With his lone, tragic Heavenly Court, the title spread.
Even Immortal Kings called him Emperor—for he transcended kingship, reigning supreme.
None contested it. Since the fall of the Emperors, none had reached such heights.
Shi Hao’s soul returned, his body saturated with dark power—yet it couldn’t harm him. Instead, it seemed to nourish him.
At his level, he sensed subtle changes within.
In his skull, a glow hinted at a nascent soul—his flesh’s power manifesting, spurred by darkness.
“The flesh is vital!” Shi Hao sighed, then his gaze sharpened.
In the dark prison, he’d felt it—a soul without flesh, even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor’s, felt rootless.
“I cannot cross to the dark land as soul alone. My flesh must follow!”
He resolved to traverse the sea at his peak—soul and flesh united.
“Some say only the soul can cross. To me, that is folly!” Shi Hao’s eyes blazed.
At last, he departed, his ties to this world fewer now.
The kings gathered, watching him stride toward the Realm Sea.
“What is that…?”
All trembled, souls quaking.
On the embankment, faint footprints appeared—clear, stark.
Huang’s footprints.
He walked forward, straight into the Realm Sea!
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