One of the Ten Ancient Fears—the Leviathan Roc—its long-lost nest has shockingly appeared, lying right before us, a sight so awe-inspiring it leaves one trembling in its wake!
A desolate cliff stands towering over the sea, vast beyond measure, upon which the Leviathan Roc’s nest has been built. Preserved since ancient times, it has remained hidden within the boundless ocean, unseen by any, its peerless divine secrets locked away. The sea has turned crimson, littered with countless corpses from various races, their battle cries shaking the heavens. The supreme treasure technique of the Leviathan Roc is about to emerge, drawing forth the elites of every clan.
“Lightning Hound, how dare you slaughter my descendants?!” A furious roar echoed as a massive azure bird soared through the skies, its wings stirring gale-force winds that churned the emerald waves. This great azure bird, a descendant of the divine avian, the Azure-Scaled Eagle, descended from the heavens, its body radiant and resplendent. As it swooped down, the ocean surged violently, waters boiling—a testament to its terrifying might.
Nearby, a colossal hound wreathed in lightning charged across the sea, slaughtering one Azure-Scaled Eagle descendant after another, refining their essence-blood to replenish its own strength. The Forbidden Sea occasionally pulsed with energy, suppressing the cultivation of the powerful, draining their divine energy at an alarming rate. Those beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm found it especially taxing, requiring vast amounts of spiritual essence to sustain themselves.
The azure bird dove, unleashing a storm of dazzling blade-like energies that erupted across the ocean, evaporating endless waters in an instant—its offensive power was devastating. Yet, the Lightning Hound was no less formidable. With a thunderous howl, it summoned a tempest of lightning, engulfing the Azure-Scaled Eagle.
The battlefield became a chaotic storm of flashing lightning and whirling blades, blood splattering and feathers scattering as both combatants suffered grievous wounds.
At the same time, deep within the sea, it felt as though a colossal lifeform was breathing—an existence so vast that the very heavens resonated with its rhythm. Waves of ripples spread through the void.
“Not good, it’s happening again!” countless creatures cried out.
Ordinary beings fared better, but those beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm paled, swiftly retreating from the battlefield, seeking refuge in calmer waters. This suppression forcibly knocked them down from their higher realms, preventing them from exceeding the Spirit Transformation Realm—a deadly peril for such powerhouses.
Sure enough, some of these suppressed experts were ambushed. A swarm of sea demons surged from the depths, leaping into the sky to hunt down the weakened, slaughtering them without mercy.
“Pfft!” The great azure bird and the Lightning Hound both fell, overwhelmed by thousands of sea demons—proof that even an elephant can be felled by enough ants. Their blood rained down as they were slain midair.
The same tragedy unfolded across the battlefield, the sea now dyed red with floating corpses, a gruesome sight.
Finally, the suppression faded, and the storm passed once more.
“ROAR—!”
In the distance, a Nine-Headed Lion bellowed, its nine maws gaping wide, shaking the heavens. Its golden radiance blazed like the sun as it inhaled, drawing countless sea demons into its gaping jaws.
This display of dominance stunned all who witnessed it, sending shivers down their spines.
“Could that be… the Nine Spirits King?” Shi Hao, standing aboard the ghost ship, watched from afar in astonishment. His sworn brother—the Nine-Headed Lion—had a grandfather known as the Nine Spirits King.
Beside him, a massive fish breached the surface, wreathed in violet light like a sacred mountain, swallowing countless creatures in a single gulp.
This was the counterattack of those beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm—humiliated by being slain by weaker beings, yet helpless against the peculiar nature of this place. The Leviathan Roc’s nest pulsed with erratic energy, constantly suppressing cultivation realms.
The sea grew ever more littered with corpses, its waters stained crimson.
“ROAR—!”
The Nine-Headed Lion let out one last mighty roar before charging into the distance, leaving behind a blazing trail of golden light as it fled, fearing death in this cursed place.
Indeed, many other powerhouses followed suit, retreating from the battlefield rather than risk annihilation.
Yet, the sea remained a chaotic mix—some beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm still lurked beneath the waves, risking everything for the Leviathan Roc’s treasure technique, inching closer to the ancient nest.
Even more terrifying, this ocean concealed numerous Sovereigns and supreme beings who had infiltrated in secret.
Shi Hao’s heart raced as he observed cautiously, refraining from reckless action. This place was fraught with danger, hiding countless formidable figures.
“BOOM!”
Waves surged to the heavens as the sea split apart, revealing a monstrous gray ridge—so vast it sent chills down the spines of all who beheld it. Countless sea creatures trembled and fled in terror.
As more of the ridge surfaced, it resembled an entire continent, boundless and awe-inspiring.
“Heavens… that’s an ancient flood dragon!”
“It’s… the Flood Dragon Sovereign!”
Gasps of horror spread among the gathered beings—whether from land or sea, all shuddered in recognition. This was a supreme ruler of these waters, a name that even the denizens of the Sea God Island dared not provoke lightly.
The Flood Dragon Sovereign had arrived. Even suppressed in cultivation, its physical might alone could sweep through this battlefield—how could anyone not tremble?
“CRACK!”
The heavens shattered as a colossal demonic bird blotted out the sky, its black miasma engulfing the sea as it dove straight for the towering desolate cliff.
“The Devouring Heaven Sparrow! It’s still alive?!”
Shi Hao’s eyes widened in shock and fury. The destruction of the Sky Mending Pavilion had been directly linked to this creature. Had it not allied with the Qiong Qi, the Divine Vine would not have perished, and those sects would never have dared attack.
Though the Ghost Elder had severed its wings and claws, it had clearly escaped death. Now it returned with earth-shaking might, resembling a Leviathan Roc itself—a fellow avian, its greed for the treasure technique on the cliff unmatched.
“BOOM!”
From the sea, an enormous flood dragon emerged, stirring endless waves as the ocean boiled. The mere spray of water dispersed the clouds above—such was its terrifying power.
Many creatures were sent flying by the surging tides, unable to stand their ground. Only the desolate cliff remained unshaken, its majesty untouchable by the raging waters.
The gray flood dragon ignored the lesser beings, instead attacking the Devouring Heaven Sparrow, seeking to drive it away and claim the divine cliff’s treasure for itself.
“BOOM!”
The two titans clashed, their battle unleashing runes like a thunderous sea, shaking heaven and earth. The very ocean beneath them was nearly drained dry, transformed into endless mist.
“Trouble indeed—those beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm can still enter. This is disastrous,” Shi Hao muttered regretfully.
Suddenly, the ancient cliff began to glow, as if sensing something. Golden ripples spread gently through the void.
The Devouring Heaven Sparrow shrieked, feathers scattering as blood rained down. It fled in terror, its body convulsing as it raced into the distance.
Simultaneously, the gray flood dragon submerged, creating a massive whirlpool in its wake, leaving behind a trail of blood as it too retreated, having suffered terrible suppression.
This place teemed with powerhouses—beings like the Flood Dragon Sovereign and the Devouring Heaven Sparrow were far from rare. All were willing to gamble their lives for the Leviathan Roc’s treasure technique.
In short, the Barren Domain was on the brink of chaos. A great upheaval was coming, and these supreme beings sought the Leviathan Roc’s technique to strengthen themselves.
The sea calmed, its waters red with blood and floating corpses. Other creatures surged forward once more, though how many hidden powerhouses remained was unknown.
Moments later, the ocean boiled again.
Many charged toward the desolate cliff, yet none could reach it. The Leviathan Roc’s nest seemed close, yet remained as distant as a mirage.
The ghost ship advanced as well, Shi Hao seated calmly aboard, observing the carnage. Wherever rival factions met on these waters, battles erupted—bloody, merciless clashes that shook the skies.
Most were powerful clans—the weak had no place here.
Of course, sea creatures dominated the battlefield, outnumbering land dwellers nine to one. Where one clan appeared, thousands followed, turning the ocean into a ceaseless warzone.
“Why is it so eerie?” Shi Hao wondered.
Three days passed, filled with endless bloodshed. Even his ghost ship was attacked multiple times, the sea now a graveyard of countless corpses.
Yet, no one had drawn closer to the ancient divine cliff.
It stood clearly in sight, the Leviathan Roc’s nest atop it exuding strands of primordial chaos—yet none could truly approach.
After half a month of relentless warfare—some battles fueled by vengeance, others by the desire to eliminate competition—hope finally appeared.
The ancient cliff suddenly expanded, becoming impossibly vast, its surface marked with claw scars, sword slashes, and spear holes—testaments to an ancient era of strife.
A stone staircase stretched across the sea, leading to the cliff.
This staircase was terrifyingly immense, wide enough to accommodate countless beings marching side by side without crowding.
What a monumental feat of construction—its grandeur left all in awe.
Yet, even with ample space, bloodshed continued. As various races ascended, fierce battles erupted, leaving behind trails of corpses.
“This isn’t just a sea cliff. Up close, it feels more like an entire landmass,” Shi Hao marveled. Such was the handiwork of the ancient Leviathan Roc.
He resisted the urge to ascend, observing from the surrounding waters instead. Other powerful clans had Sovereigns guarding them—some even hiding among the crowds. Venturing forth alone would be suicidal.
Days passed, the cliff’s pulsations growing ever more frequent, until they merged into a continuous wave of suppression that swept outward.
This meant those beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm faced extreme peril. Yet, those who had ascended the staircase days prior had not met disaster.
The “holy terror” could wait no longer. If he delayed further, he might truly gain nothing.
“The supreme beings have retreated—we can move now!”
Whispers spread among those sharing his thoughts. Another wave of figures surged forth, climbing the stone steps.
“Be careful. Rumor has it some Sovereigns are risking it, hiding among the crowds to infiltrate the Leviathan Roc’s nest.”
“What? Have they gone mad? Cultivating to that level takes countless years of hardship. To die here, suppressed and weakened—wouldn’t that be a worthless death?”
“The treasure techniques of the Ten Ancient Fears are peerless. Obtaining even one could grant dominance over the world. Even beings as mighty as them grow desperate.”
The atmosphere grew heavy with tension.
Hearing this, Shi Hao suppressed his impulse and waited further. Only when the cliff’s suppression reached its peak would it be safest to enter.
Two more days passed. The conditions were met—the pulsations intensified, ripples of energy solidifying the suppression.
During this time, he witnessed many land-dwelling creatures, including several batches of pure-blooded beings, all incredibly powerful, ascending the staircase under the guidance of divine servants.
“Those must be alliances from other sacred mountains. Their youths are formidable indeed,” Shi Hao noted.
These young men were extraordinary, their auras sharp and domineering—peak experts of the Spirit Transformation Realm, capable of sweeping through enemies.
The young women were no less stunning, their beauty transcendent, like celestial maidens descended to earth. Some were peerless beauties, their grace unmatched.
Pure-blooded sea creatures appeared as well—youthful faces rumored to include descendants of the Sea God and offspring of Sovereigns, all in human form, exuding an air of supremacy.
This was destined to be a battleground of legends, where heroes would rise, and geniuses would clash. Only the strongest could claim the treasure technique.
Abandoning the ghost ship, Shi Hao finally stepped onto the stone staircase stretching across the sea, advancing step by step toward the vast ancient land.
As he neared the desolate cliff, it grew ever more immense, as if forming its own world—no longer just a sea cliff.
“Huh? You’re not dead yet?”
No sooner had he left the ocean and set foot on the stone steps than someone recognized him, their voice laced with cold surprise.
Shi Hao’s gaze turned icy. It was the alliance from Divine Mountain—among them, the violet-robed maiden, Silver Snow, Crimson Flame, several divine servants, and Qing Yun, who had just spoken.
These were the very people who had not only refused to save him earlier but had actively sought his demise.
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