The Dark Legion marched forth. As the conch horns blared, the Boundary Sea trembled violently, dense arrays of Great Dao runes spreading like a storm, painting a terrifying spectacle.
Shi Hao’s brows furrowed deeply. He attempted to charge forward, seeking to halt the advancing army, but he failed—three Quasi-Immortal Emperors joined forces to suppress him.
He himself was now trapped in a life-and-death tribulation, facing the possibility of complete annihilation, body and soul extinguished.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, intricate bone inscriptions erupted across Shi Hao’s chest, symbols intertwining—his innate bone patterns. A third treasure technique burst forth.
In an instant, his blood energy surged, his mana boiled, and his speed skyrocketed.
Having lost two Supreme Bones, he had instead birthed an even more formidable bone inscription, forming a unique and invincible secret art.
These runes amplified his mana, speed, and more, causing his combat power to skyrocket in an ever-increasing cascade.
Now, Shi Hao erupted, using these bone inscriptions to empower himself. He shattered the light barriers of the three emperors, breaking free from their suppression.
“A momentary surge in mana, multiplying severalfold, even tenfold or more—yet this still falls short of invincibility. We too possess such methods, and we know how to counter them.”
Hong Di sneered, unafraid.
Indeed, at their level, every individual had means to amplify their combat power—otherwise, how could they be called Quasi-Immortal Emperors? Every peerless technique recorded in ancient history was within their mastery.
**Boom!**
True enough, Hong Di and Cang Di also unleashed their own methods. As they retreated to evade Shi Hao’s onslaught, their combat power surged, their auras growing terrifying.
“Go forth. Lead the way and summon all the Dark denizens. One epoch after another has passed, and now the season of harvest is upon us,” Yu Di commanded.
He ordered the sea-crossers to traverse the path constructed by the Summoning Ancient Halls, swiftly crossing to the other side of the sea.
For many years, they had taken a measured approach, summoning only a few Dark evolvers, never mobilizing on such a scale.
Now, after accumulating over the ages, the number of Immortal Kings in the Immortal Domain and the Boundary Sea had grown substantial. To the Quasi-Immortal Emperors, the time for reaping had arrived—they would summon them all.
**Roar!**
Shi Hao, disheveled and bloodied, covered in countless wounds, let out a long howl. He manifested a colossal dharma body, then unleashed a barrage of secret arts in a furious eruption.
This was a battle of extreme ferocity. With a resounding **bang**, Shi Hao’s right arm transformed into a True Dragon, its roar shaking the heavens as he executed the peerless True Dragon Treasure Technique, clashing with Cang Di.
His other arm morphed into the crimson head of a Phoenix, its beak hard as blood-red diamond, piercing through all obstacles.
Shi Hao raged. As his arms crossed, dragon and phoenix danced together, slaughtering forward!
One arm was a True Dragon, the other a Blood Phoenix spreading its wings—now intertwined, they formed an indestructible Dragon-Phoenix Scissors, sharp beyond measure, severing all Great Dao runes.
**Swoosh!**
Cang Di reacted a fraction too slow. The Dragon-Phoenix Scissors grazed him, shattering his armor and tearing a ghastly wound into his arm, exposing his Great Dao True Bone.
Black blood spilled as Cang Di’s expression twisted in fury.
**Clang!**
Yu Di struck, thrusting his Emperor-Slaying Spear to intercept the Dragon-Phoenix Scissors, sending sparks flying in dazzling bursts.
This battle was overwhelmingly unfavorable for Shi Hao. At this point, he teetered on the brink of annihilation, locked in a deadly dance with three supreme adversaries.
**Swoosh!**
Finally, he soared into the air, tearing through the Chaos Sea and breaking free. First, he hurled a punch toward the shore of the Boundary Sea, intercepting the corrupted powerhouses.
Then, he fled once more.
Shi Hao moved with blinding speed—not toward the Boundary Sea, but deeper into the heartland, pressing forward against all odds. This was no path of retreat, but an approach toward the Ultimate Ancient Land.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
The three emperors pursued relentlessly, unhurried. They had long since severed the path to the other side of the Boundary Sea, now calmly hunting him down.
Shi Hao’s expression was grave. He accelerated again, shifting spatial coordinates at great cost, even spitting blood to propel himself further into the heavens.
“Where can you possibly escape to?!” Hong Di mocked.
“Hmm. I see—he seeks an opportunity to banish those two, to ensure their safety,” Cang Di mused, deducing Shi Hao’s intent.
Huo Ling’er and Meng Tianzheng were at Shi Hao’s side, stored within a spatial artifact—a precarious arrangement. With every clash, Shi Hao had to exercise extreme caution.
The collisions of Quasi-Immortal Emperors could annihilate mountains and rivers in an instant. Even Shi Hao’s body was repeatedly torn open by grievous wounds. He feared that a single misstep would doom his two companions to a tragic end.
This constant distraction had forced him to remain on guard. Now, he sought an opportunity to release them.
The battlefield was a scene of devastation. Summoning Ancient Halls plummeted from the sky, and vast Dark prisons exploded—all collateral of the war.
For Shi Hao, this was a grueling ordeal. Never before had he been so battered, forced to retreat and flee under pursuit.
At last, amidst the chaos, within a rift in the Chaos Sea, he managed to put enough distance between himself and the three emperors. Seizing the moment, he acted.
“Eternal banishment… Wait for my return!”
Shi Hao clenched his fists and roared. He cast Meng Tianzheng and Huo Ling’er into the void, tearing through the Chaos to send them to unknown realms—each to a separate destination, minimizing the risk.
Divine light surged as both opened their mouths, countless words left unspoken. Shi Hao could not hear them. He acted decisively, even at great personal cost, to ensure their destinations remained untraceable.
Upon him, he bore their soul imprints—the key to finding them in the future.
“Shi Hao!” Huo Ling’er cried out, tears streaming. She took one last look at him, uncertain if they would ever meet again.
Reunited only to part once more—her heart was filled with helpless bitterness, yet there was no alternative. She had witnessed firsthand the peril Shi Hao faced, the sheer impossibility of his struggle.
“Three Quasi-Immortal Emperors…”
In another stretch of void, Meng Tianzheng murmured to himself. His spirit and flesh had merged, his Immortal King-level power surging, yet he remained calm, resisting the urge to charge into battle.
Though Shi Hao was his most cherished disciple, closer than kin, he knew that to grant him true freedom, the best course was to flee.
Two orbs of light, carrying Huo Ling’er and Meng Tianzheng, pierced through all barriers. Time itself seemed shattered as they traversed the endless void.
This was Shi Hao’s power, infused with the essence of longevity elixirs—his safeguard against their potential injuries.
Two days later, Shi Hao halted, turning to face his pursuers. He knew further flight was meaningless—his companions were safe.
Now, it was time to fight!
For they had locked onto him. No matter how far he fled, they would catch him.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao roared. On this day, blood light pierced the heavens, the world trembled, and Shi Hao fought with reckless abandon, drenched in his own blood.
There was no other choice. Only battle remained!
With Huo Ling’er and Meng Tianzheng gone, Shi Hao fought without restraint, far more ferocious than before—a battle style of mutual destruction, of scorched earth.
Even the three emperors, despite their overwhelming advantage, felt a sliver of fear!
Shi Hao fought like a demon, drenched in blood, wounds innumerable, trading blow for blow.
He summoned the Law Pool, Immortal Swords, Bone Crown, and Skeletal Staff, then drew two more artifacts into the fray. One was the Rotten Wooden Box, wielded as a shield to smash against his foes!
This box was enigmatic, never yet opened.
**Clang!**
As it collided with the Emperor-Slaying Spear, sparks flew, yet the box remained unscathed.
In his other hand, he gripped the Great Luo Sword Embryo. As ever, this blade grew stronger against mightier foes, enduring the strikes of Hong Di and Cang Di without shattering.
Indeed, when these two artifacts appeared, the three emperors visibly stiffened. They had either seen or heard of these mysterious objects before.
“After all, they are merely Quasi-Immortal Emperor-level artifacts!” Yu Di finally sneered. He erupted, his wings beating with thunderous force, splitting the Chaos Sea asunder.
His mount slain by Shi Hao, Yu Di now unleashed his full fury, striking relentlessly, eager to eliminate this threat once and for all.
For Shi Hao, the most brutal battle had arrived—one that threatened to consume him entirely.
Who could save him? In this life, he was a lone warrior, facing every crisis alone. Now, his situation was dire, the stakes at their peak.
“Fang, how long can you struggle?!” Yu Di bellowed.
“You are strong, indeed. But fighting three of yourself—can you prevail? None can defy the heavens!” Cang Di intoned coldly.
“Across all ages, past and future, who can stand as our equal? You are destined to fail!” Hong Di declared with icy finality.
“If I die, one of you shall accompany me!” Shi Hao vowed.
At that moment, a deafening explosion erupted from the distant Dark Land. Flames surged, illuminating the entire expanse, their radiance piercing into the Chaos Sea.
“Persistent wraiths, still not fully extinguished?” Hong Di’s expression darkened.
**Boom!**
The flames intensified. Amidst them, a shattered willow tree grew, wrapped in fire, expanding rapidly.
The flames born from the remnants of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor from the Era of Fallen Immortals had undergone a drastic change. Infinite Quasi-Immortal Emperor pressure radiated, nourishing the Willow Deity.
“Seeking to borrow a vessel and return for battle?” Yu Di attacked, his spear piercing through Chaos toward the Dark Land.
**Clang!**
Shi Hao intercepted, smashing the Rotten Wooden Box against the spear’s tip, altering its trajectory.
“So, the flame soul hid within you. Returning now, seeking rebirth—still clinging to sentience!” Cang Di glared coldly at Shi Hao.
“Stop it!” Hong Di commanded.
He too struck, aiming to extinguish the flames in the Dark Land.
A towering willow tree rose, verdant and blazing, radiating boundless vitality and Quasi-Immortal Emperor pressure.
This was the result of the fallen expert from the Era of Fallen Immortals merging with the Willow Deity.
“I can only hold one of them off, and only for a limited time,” the Willow Deity spoke. Reuniting with Shi Hao stirred emotions—joy, pride, but also deep concern.
It had witnessed Shi Hao’s growth, yet understood the hopelessness of his struggle. How could one man prevail against three emperors?
“Willow Deity, Senior—do not overexert yourselves!” Shi Hao cried, fearing they would fight to the death, never to be seen again.
“Die!”
Yu Di roared, pressing his assault. He abandoned Shi Hao, spear in hand, charging toward the willow tree.
With a deafening **boom**, the colossal willow uprooted itself, entwined with Chaos and boundless flames, lashing out with branches that swept toward Yu Di.
**Boom!**
The battlefield erupted in cataclysmic fury.
**Swoosh!**
Simultaneously, an object flew from Shi Hao’s body—a pagoda, merging into the willow’s canopy.
“Ahhh!”
It was the voice of the Little Pagoda. Its other half had emerged, reuniting with its missing fragment to form a nine-story bone pagoda, white as jade.
**Boom!**
But that was not all. The remnants of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor from the Era of Fallen Immortals suddenly blazed, its bones melting into the pagoda.
The aura was terrifying, causing the Little Pagoda to shriek.
In the end, the pagoda shone with blinding radiance, infused with Quasi-Immortal Emperor bones—and grew an additional layer, becoming a ten-story tower.
**Boom!**
The pagoda quaked, smashing toward Yu Di.
“Self-Transformation, Transformation Across Eons!”
Shi Hao fought with his life on the line. The incantation-like words spilled from his lips as he attempted once more to manifest his ultimate technique.
Now, with only two emperors suppressing him, the pressure had lessened. Shi Hao howled, burning his essence blood without regard, determined to succeed.
**Boom!**
At last, a blurred figure descended—a manifestation of himself, radiating boundless pressure, drenched in blood as if traversing countless epochs.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao roared. There was no retreat, only bloodshed—a battle of life and death!
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