Breaking records and leaving messages on the crystalline monument—this way of communication between the two left everyone speechless. It was simply too “brutal.” Shi Yi accepted the challenge and would soon arrive, stirring excitement and anticipation among the crowd.
The atmosphere was suffocating. The mountain gate had been shattered by Shi Hao’s palm, and the bronze plaque reduced to dust. Naturally, this alarmed the powerful beings within, as dozens of auras surged forth.
What was the Demon Spirit Lake? A forbidden land inhabited by pure-blooded creatures, capable of commanding the boundless wilderness with unmatched dominance. Who would dare provoke them? Any creature emerging from the Demon Spirit Lake was met with fear and retreat.
The great lake shimmered blue and crystalline. From the grand buildings along its shore emerged figures with darkened expressions. For years, no one had dared challenge them. This was a forbidden zone, home to descendants of heavenly deities. They never needed guards at their gates—no other creature dared approach.
“Such audacity! For years, no one has dared trample upon the Demon Spirit Lake’s gates, yet you destroy our mountain gate!” a middle-aged man roared.
“He is… Shi Hao,” a young man beside him whispered.
“What?” The man’s aura faltered in shock.
Shi Hao stroked his chin, then suddenly burst into laughter. He felt as though he had missed something all along—until now. The so-called ancient divine mountains were nothing less than treasure troves, filled with pure-blooded creatures to hunt and refine into precious elixirs!
This was the Void God Realm, yet everything here corresponded to the outside world, yielding astonishing effects. The elixirs here nourished spiritual power, and upon returning to reality, they could enhance the physical body.
“What are you laughing at? Do you think you can do as you please here?” The middle-aged man’s face darkened.
The battle in the imperial capital, where Shi Hao slew the Dark-Eyed Spider of the Demon Spirit Lake, had shaken the wilderness. The loss of a revered elder to a mere youth was a heavy blow.
“What are you—half-human, half-insect? Send a pure-blooded creature instead,” Shi Hao taunted.
The man’s face twisted with fury. This was outright disdain, a humiliation for a powerhouse of the forbidden land.
“This world does not belong to one person or one clan. As a human, you should learn reverence. This is the Demon Spirit Lake—not a place for your recklessness!” the man bellowed.
“Well said. If the world isn’t for one person or clan, then tell me—why did the Demon Spirit Lake intimidate the Martial King’s Mansion, drive away my grandfather, and seek my death?” Shi Hao countered.
He strode forward, harboring no goodwill for the Demon Spirit Lake, and struck immediately. With a single palm, rocks shattered and waves surged in the lake. The middle-aged man and his companions staggered back, faces pale. Had they resisted, they would have suffered greatly.
“Young man, you’ve gone too far!” A commanding voice rang out as a massive black spider emerged from the grand buildings.
“Close to pure-blooded?” Shi Hao observed.
Even in the ancient divine mountains, pure-blooded creatures were rare. Most were descendants with diluted bloodlines. Yet, those emerging from the mountains far surpassed outsiders—especially those nearing purity, capable of dominating entire regions.
The Demon Spirit Lake was a forbidden land, not to be desecrated. A violent gale erupted, lifting boulders as the black spider, covered in eerie bristles, fixed its gaze on Shi Hao.
“You slew one of our elders, and now you dare wreak havoc here? This is beyond arrogance!”
“Hasn’t the Demon Spirit Lake always sought my death? If we’re enemies, why blame me for aggression? It’s kill or be killed,” Shi Hao sneered.
He stepped through the ruined gate, facing the grand palaces by the lake, sensing their overwhelming aura—yet he felt no fear.
“Kill!” The black spider spat a radiant web as silver runes lit up the ground, forming a starry prison meant to trap Shi Hao.
But it failed. Shi Hao’s left arm blazed with divine light, shattering the formation.
“A divine artifact!”
“That’s the Heavenly God Mountain’s ancestral armguard!” someone gasped.
Shi Hao wielded a deadly weapon, instilling fear in the Demon Spirit Lake’s forces.
Tension thickened. Before even facing Shi Yi, Shi Hao had clashed with a forbidden land, stirring another storm.
“Whoosh!” The black spider lunged, spewing corrosive star-like particles.
Shi Hao countered with divine seals, obliterating the attack.
“Ten Thousand Spider Web—Annihilate!”
Shi Hao remained calm, his body transforming into a blazing furnace, igniting the incoming webs in a dazzling inferno.
He advanced, punching through obstacles, engaging the spider in a fierce battle.
“Gah!” The black spider coughed blood, unable to halt Shi Hao’s advance.
“Young man, know your limits! This is the Demon Spirit Lake—our domain!” Another spider appeared, emerald-green and towering, a pure-blooded elder.
Above it hovered a terrifying treasure, radiating celestial might, with phantom stars swirling around it.
Shi Hao’s heart skipped a beat. The artifact was a battle banner, shrouded in mist, exuding primordial chaos.
“A divine formation left by a deity!”
The battle escalated. Shi Hao unleashed the armguard’s full power against the divine formation, shaking the heavens.
No one had expected such a cataclysmic clash before the duel between the two young supremes.
Waves surged as the green spider wielded the banner, commanding the grand formation.
Yet Shi Hao, with his ten divine apertures and boundless divine energy, stood at the pinnacle.
The battle raged, cracking the grand structures, erasing runes. The once-majestic temple-like complex dimmed, losing its luster.
“Boom!” A celestial palace exploded into dust as the first formation shattered.
The green spider was sent flying, its ancestral banner vanishing into the depths.
Shi Hao pursued, tearing the spider apart in a spray of blood.
A pure-blooded creature had fallen!
Shi Hao sealed the corpse, but it dissolved into light. He flicked a soul-piercing needle into the fading glow.
“Ahhh!” In the real world, a spider’s head exploded in agony, blood gushing as it writhed.
A golden spider appeared, suppressing the wound with a divine artifact, extracting a crimson light.
Back in the Void God Realm, Shi Hao frowned. The light had flickered before vanishing—suggesting the spider hadn’t truly died.
The formations roared to life, the Demon Spirit Lake’s power swelling like an ocean.
“A second layer?” Shi Hao marveled. Truly a forbidden land birthed from deities—multiple divine formations guarded it.
“Enough!” A voice thundered.
A figure descended from the skies—radiant, domineering, and awe-inspiring.
Shi Yi had arrived.
At sixteen or seventeen, his black hair gleamed, his jade-like skin flawless, his eyes deep and commanding.
“My dear younger brother, you truly spare no mercy,” he said calmly.
The crowd trembled. The clash of the two supremes was inevitable—a storm was about to erupt.
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