The valley brimmed with surging spiritual energy, its pure white radiance blazing like the dwelling place of the sun—dazzling and resplendent—while the crisp fragrance of grass and trees wafted through the air.
**The Valley of Gods!**
This was another name bestowed upon it by the Undying Mountain, a sanctuary for their deities, where the laws were complete, the order unbroken, and the Great Dao perfected.
It was well known that the lower realm suffered from incomplete laws and an imperfect heaven and earth—a grave flaw. Yet, within the Undying Mountain, such a place existed, making it worthy of being called the Valley of Gods.
Shi Hao’s battle robes were stained with blood, but his steps were resolute as he strode into the valley, dragging Qin Zhan behind him. At this moment, he exuded an unyielding and decisive aura, his body pulsing with surging battle energy.
Though severely injured, his body broken, Qin Zhan still wore a grin, his face smeared with blood, a sight both chilling and eerie. “Strong,” he sneered. “Far stronger than your one-armed grandfather.”
*Slap!*
With a cold glance, Shi Hao struck him with his free hand—a crisp, terrifying sound accompanied by a flash of runic light.
*Boom!*
Qin Zhan was sent flying once more, the tremendous force sending him hurtling like a meteor before crashing into the valley wall.
The impact shook the mountain, leaving behind a gruesome, bloodied imprint of his body. Qin Zhan slid down, collapsing at the base of the cliff.
Truly, he was formidable. Any ordinary person would have been reduced to pulp under such force, yet he still lived. Shi Hao’s strength was monstrous—enough to shatter a mountain peak with a single strike.
Qin Zhan, known as the Madman, had been unrivaled since childhood, obsessed with the divine path. He had mastered numerous divine arts of the Undying Mountain, his mana boundless, his body tempered countless times—harder than diamond.
“To be coughing blood with my body in ruins… What a miracle,” he mocked himself, even now.
Decades ago, he had cultivated the Undying Dharma Body, one of his clan’s supreme legacies. With this alone, he could rampage through the Sovereign Realm with impunity.
Shi Hao’s expression remained icy as he took a single step, covering thousands of feet in an instant. With a whip-like kick, he struck Qin Zhan again, sending him crashing into the cliff once more. His leg, rigid as a spear, pinned Qin Zhan against the stone.
“Come on! See if you can crush me!” Qin Zhan laughed maniacally, his bloodied face twisted in madness. “At this very valley entrance, I once kicked your one-armed grandfather until he vomited blood, left him crippled—”
*Boom!*
Shi Hao said nothing, merely delivering a devastating punch infused with a crushing domain force. The impact shattered Qin Zhan’s jaw, sending teeth flying.
A strike like this would have reduced any other warrior of his level to bloody pulp, yet Qin Zhan still lived, laughing coldly through the pain.
Behind them, Qin Hao, clad in silver-white divine armor, his black hair fluttering, raised his silver spear once more, its tip aimed at Shi Hao’s back, his killing intent palpable.
Shi Hao didn’t turn, but he sensed the lethal edge locked onto him. His body shimmered with flowing runes, flickering like flames.
Two elders shook their heads. One restrained Qin Hao, pressing down his spear, while the other murmured, “Qin Zhan has gone mad in his pursuit of power. Do not interfere.”
“Eh?” Qin Hao frowned in confusion.
“This is the Undying Mountain. Do you think we would let him die?” the elder explained. “Qin Zhan has embraced the demonic path, seeking to transcend through madness.”
“Little Stone, you are strong,” Qin Zhan spat through broken teeth, his voice dripping with scorn. “But you’ve miscalculated. Instead of playing emperor, you came to the Qin Clan—seeking your own humiliation. Even a divine king would tread carefully here. A primordial divine beast would cower before us!”
He sneered. “Come at me if you want revenge for your grandfather. Otherwise, soon you’ll be coughing blood just like him. You are nothing here!”
The mention of his grandfather was Shi Hao’s greatest fury. Everything he had done, even losing an arm, had been for his sake. He could not tolerate anyone insulting the Great Demon God, the Fifteenth Grandfather.
Without a word, Shi Hao delivered another brutal slap, cracking Qin Zhan’s cheekbone, nearly shattering his skull.
The Undying Dharma Body proved its defiance of the heavens—even such a blow failed to kill him.
Of course, Shi Hao had held back. He needed Qin Zhan alive to uncover his grandfather’s whereabouts.
“Again! Strike my body! Can you break me?” Qin Zhan grinned, blood dripping from his lips.
His body suddenly blazed with light, intricate symbols covering his flesh—countless formations engraved within, forming divine channels that circulated and unleashed boundless mana.
“Are you begging for torment?” Shi Hao sneered, lifting him once more before hurling him away with a punch.
*Crack!*
Seven or eight ribs shattered, blood gushing, yet Qin Zhan’s glow only intensified.
The Undying Dharma Body was the pinnacle of physical refinement—a body said to remain unblemished even in death, rivaling the indestructible diamond bodies of the Western Sect.
With this, Qin Zhan had once dominated the world, crushing countless foes, unmatched in the Sovereign Realm.
And so, despite Shi Hao’s relentless assault, he still lived, refusing to crumble.
“Harder! I hit your grandfather far worse!” Qin Zhan howled, his face contorted.
His shattered ribs did not disintegrate but instead emitted light, divine energy surging from his marrow, enveloping him in a radiant cocoon.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s fist pierced the light, shattering more bones, yet Qin Zhan’s body only grew more eerie.
His fractured bones bled five-colored radiance, forming layers of luminous barriers, encasing him in sacred fluid imbued with unyielding mysteries.
“Come on, brat!” Qin Zhan taunted.
“Is he using external force to break his own shackles, transcending to the next level?” Qin Hao mused from afar, intrigued.
“More than that. If he succeeds, he will gift you several divine arts,” an elder beside him whispered, eyes burning with anticipation.
Shi Hao sensed it—Qin Zhan was using him as a whetstone. The viscous fluid was bizarre, seemingly capable of absorbing everything.
His shattered bones glowed, divine marrow regenerating, mana surging—a metamorphosis akin to nirvana.
“Enough. You see hope but cannot grasp it, nor steal my treasures,” Shi Hao coldly transmitted.
A miniature Kun Peng emerged from his palm, piercing the sacred fluid, rupturing Qin Zhan’s cocoon.
The liquid churned violently, attempting to inscribe Shi Hao’s runes—a terrifying secret art, seeking transcendence through life and death!
But Shi Hao was no ordinary man. He had already discerned the scheme and countered it, denying Qin Zhan any glimpse of his techniques.
“Damn it! He failed to steal the treasure art!” The elders beside Qin Hao paled, rushing forward.
The Qin Clan possessed an ancient scripture—the Essence of Nirvana, a supreme method. Qin Zhan had mastered it, accumulating power for this very step.
Recently, a great opportunity had arisen—to steal Shi Hao’s techniques, especially the Kun Peng Art, during his nirvana. Hence his frenzied, demonic behavior.
This nirvana method was profound, capable of refining oneself while imprinting external laws. Shi Hao’s attacks should have been etched into the sacred fluid, ultimately claimed by Qin Zhan.
Alas, his calculations failed.
Shi Hao’s left hand unleashed the Kun Peng Art at its peak, while his right manifested a blade of grass—its sword intent piercing the heavens, detonating the battlefield.
“You—!” Qin Zhan panicked.
Hidden forces within his flesh, left by Shi Hao earlier, now erupted, tearing his body apart.
His flesh ruptured, his form disintegrating, the countless formations within him dimming and extinguishing.
“No!” This was his life’s achievement, now being erased.
Shi Hao smirked. Though unaware of Qin Zhan’s scheme initially, he had sensed the madness held purpose. Thus, he had left dormant forces within, waiting to explode.
“As you wished,” Shi Hao murmured.
To Qin Zhan, those words dripped with mockery and cruelty. His ruined body trembled with regret and terror.
Just as Shi Hao had said—hope glimpsed, but the step untaken, the treasure unclaimed.
Qin Zhan lamented his arrogance. Had he broken through elsewhere, he might have succeeded. But today, his greed for Shi Hao’s arts had led to ruin.
“Hmm?” Shi Hao’s heart stirred.
As he detonated the hidden forces, his hands delved into the sacred fluid, sensing a brilliant array of symbols.
What was this? He swiftly gathered them—divine marrow essence, containing a secret scripture.
Soon, he was astounded. This was an ancient art—the Five Elements Nirvana Method, one of the Qin Clan’s supreme legacies!
Ordinary disciples would never glimpse it, but Qin Zhan, despite his madness, was peerless among his peers.
Shi Hao had seen the Kun Peng Art, mastered the Suan Ni Technique, and comprehended the Sword Intent of a Blade of Grass. His discernment was unmatched.
“This must be left by an Undying Mountain Heavenly Venerate!”
The nirvana method could resolve his greatest dilemma—this world’s incomplete laws. He would need transcendence and rebirth, and this art was perfect for it.
“Beyond nirvana, this method has other uses—immense benefits for cultivation!” The more he grasped, the more elated he became.
The valley was serene, nine-colored deer darting about, five-colored peacocks soaring—a true divine land. Silver waterfalls cascaded down the peaks, mist filling the air.
Deep within, the scenery was even more magnificent, akin to a divine realm, suffused with the aura of deities.
The valley was divided into regions, one of which felt familiar—resembling the courtyard where Shi Hao had once lived in the Martial King Manor.
Then, he saw them—two figures he recognized instantly.
In that moment, a surge of warmth flooded his heart, misting his eyes. His voice trembled with emotion as he whispered,
“Father… Mother.”
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