This sensation was utterly mystical—like a parched desert blessed by the nourishing rain, or a desolate canyon suddenly echoing with the haunting melody of a flute, breathing life into solitude.
Shi Hao was immersed in it, nearly intoxicated. He could vividly feel his Supreme Bone stirring, rejoicing, yearning to grow, to break free from its shackles, and evolve into its perfect state.
His chest glowed with radiant light, suffused with a divine halo that enveloped the tiny figure seated upon the precious bone. Upon closer inspection, one could discern that this so-called halo was composed of intricate symbols—an ethereal scripture, a mysterious runic text born upon Shi Hao’s bone, now rearranging and restructuring itself, unveiling supreme mysteries.
Silver-white brilliance flowed like water into Shi Hao’s body. His Supreme Bone gleamed translucent, the sigils upon it growing ever clearer, manifesting and coiling around the fist-sized figure, forming chains of divine order.
This was a moment of flourishing vitality—a microcosm of the origin of life, playing out before his eyes, embodying the most primal and supreme truths of heaven and earth.
Shi Hao was entranced. For the first time, he sensed his Supreme Bone so close, so attuned to him, capable of unleashing unparalleled divine might to obliterate all foes.
He knew that, having grown to this point, this luminous bone had become far more formidable than before—unparalleled in its power.
**Rebirth!**
This was a process of metamorphosis.
A born Supreme Being, stripped of his bone, had now rekindled his vitality, continuously recovering until it could regenerate on its own. And with external nourishment, the process accelerated.
The silver divine essence was fully absorbed, leaving only a scattering of dust in its wake—Qin Wu’s arm shattered, dissipating into the void.
Shi Hao pointed his sword at the deity, demanding news of his grandfather. His gaze was stern, the blade pulsing with lethal intent, ready to strike at any moment.
Not far away, a resounding *boom* tore open a massive rift in the void. A couple peered through the gap, witnessing the scene with shock and exhilaration.
“Slaying a deity with a sword—that’s Hao’er! He’s reached such heights…” The beautiful woman trembled, tears streaming down her face, unable to believe what she saw.
She remembered the frail infant in swaddling clothes, teetering on the brink of death. Yet now, over a decade later, he stood defiant against the heavens, challenging gods.
“Hao’er!” The man shouted, tears welling in his eyes, fists clenched, chest heaving with emotion.
They saw clearly—Qin Wu, both arms severed, silver-tinged blood dripping into the void, his face ashen, trapped in a hopeless predicament.
What kind of youth was this? Was this truly the child they had left behind in Stone Village? **Defying deities with unyielding pride!**
Without them by his side, he had not only survived but grown so strong, reaching such unimaginable heights. How had he endured this path alone? Their hearts swelled with turbulent emotions—guilt, longing, joy, sorrow, and overwhelming pride.
Yet the rift soon closed once more.
“He is not dead. He ascended to the Upper Realm. Our Mount Immortal did not harm him,” Qin Wu gritted out, shame burning in his chest.
To be forced to recount past events by a mere mortal was humiliating. He had tried to strike several times, only to relent in helplessness.
“No harm? Then why are there arrow marks on the valley walls? My grandfather clearly fought here, wounded by Qin Zhan, coughing blood—I know the truth. Do not deceive me!” Shi Hao roared.
“There were complications, but he did enter the Upper Realm. Regardless, it was a grand opportunity, freeing him from the shackles of the mortal world,” Qin Wu said solemnly.
Shi Hao summoned his Ten Heavenly Passage Realms, releasing the severely injured Qin Fa and the shattered Qin Zhan. Pressing his sword to their brows, he demanded answers.
Qin Zhan, a madman, refused to speak. Qin Fa, terrified by his ancestor’s defeat, confessed all he knew—though his knowledge was limited.
The Great Demonic God had arrived at Mount Immortal with a girl named A’Man, only to be struck down by the mad Qin Zhan outside the valley. Hearing this, Shi Hao’s fury erupted. With a swift stroke, he cleaved Qin Zhan in two.
Though Qin Zhan knew the full truth, Shi Hao no longer needed his words. He would rescue his kin himself, storming Mount Immortal to uncover all.
“You—!” Qin Wu’s face twisted in rage. A mighty Venerable had fallen before his eyes—a devastating loss.
Venerables were rare even in Mount Immortal, their combat prowess invaluable. To lose one so casually was a grievous blow.
In the distance, two other Venerables shuddered at the sight. Qin Hao, gripping his silver spear, stood silently in the shadows.
“Spare me! Your grandfather and that girl are unharmed. They entered our formation and ascended to the Upper Realm!” Qin Fa screamed, drenched in Qin Zhan’s blood.
Even as a Venerable, not all were fearless in the face of death. He spilled everything he knew.
Golden lightning erupted as Shi Hao’s sword transformed into a golden Suan Ni, thunderbolts annihilating Qin Fa into ashes.
The onlookers from Mount Immortal trembled in fear. Before a deity’s eyes, Shi Hao had executed two mighty figures with unshakable resolve.
“Trampling Mount Immortal’s dignity—you shall wither and perish!” Qin Wu bellowed.
Chanting incantations, he ignited himself in sacrifice, seeking to awaken Mount Immortal’s dormant power.
“Then you shall perish first,” Shi Hao said coldly, his sword erupting in a dazzling aurora of blade light.
“Ancestor, awaken! A foe threatens our clan’s peace—guard our path!” Qin Wu cried.
**BOOM!**
The Five Elements Mountain quaked. A peak ignited with immortal radiance, divine energy surging into the heavens.
The Qin Clan knelt in awe and terror. This was a power beyond comprehension.
Simultaneously, an ancient bronze hall atop the mountain glowed. A man clad in black armor emerged, violet hair flowing, his gaze profound as he surveyed the valley.
“Who dares bring slaughter to Mount Immortal?” he thundered.
A deity—stronger than Qin Wu—awakened from slumber to defend the mountain.
“Ancestor Qin Xu! You still live! Activate the Five Elements Mountain, slay this enemy!” Qin Wu cried.
“Who disturbs my rest?” A vast, imperious will resonated through heaven and earth.
“Save me!” Qin Wu pleaded.
**SHING!**
The small pagoda gleamed, wreathed in chaotic energy, crushing Qin Wu with unstoppable force.
“You overstep!” The Five Elements Mountain flared, silver light surging to block the pagoda’s strike.
**BOOM!**
Their collision shook the world, mist and power swirling. Had they not restrained their might, the land itself would have shattered.
Qin Wu’s eyes blazed with hope. The awakened mountain could save him.
This mountain’s origins were beyond mortal ken—forged before creation, birthed in chaos, nurturing primordial deities. Its power was unimaginable.
“Today, you shall fall…” Qin Wu sneered.
“You go first,” Shi Hao replied. His blade descended, a river of starlight exploding forth.
The Five Elements Mountain roared, peaks blazing as it unleashed a flood of power—but too late.
The small pagoda soared, sealing the space. A wisp of chaos infused Shi Hao’s sword, magnifying its radiance a thousandfold.
“AHHH—!”
Qin Wu screamed, obliterated by the blade’s edge. Even a deity could not withstand chaos-infused steel—his body erupted into bloody mist, divine flames consuming him.
Shi Hao’s chest burned as he absorbed the primal essence, the silver-tinged blood refining his Supreme Bone.
The Qin Clan quaked in terror. A god had fallen—slain at Mount Immortal’s gates by a mortal’s hand.
“You dare strike under my protection? Shall we battle?” The Five Elements Mountain’s voice quaked the firmament.
“He left me no choice. The boy’s resolve is unshakable,” the pagoda replied.
A crushing will bore down on Shi Hao, warping space, collapsing the void.
“He’s dead. What of it?” Shi Hao stood firm, unflinching before the mountain’s wrath.
“Indeed. So what if he’s dead?” The pagoda glowed, chaotic tendrils shielding Shi Hao.
“You force my hand,” the mountain rumbled, its surface cracking, revealing its primordial form.
“Then fight. I fear nothing—even if it means reshaping this world!” The pagoda gleamed, unyielding.
The mountain convulsed. Ancient trees splintered, spirit herbs withered, boulders tumbled as its true body emerged—a monolith exuding chaos.
“Your grudge from the past still festers,” the mountain accused.
“Correct. I seek battle—and I *will* settle accounts in the Upper Realm,” the pagoda declared, expanding, its form radiant as it slammed into the mountain.
**BOOM!**
The impact shook the realm, its divine might echoing through time.
Symbols of the Great Dao materialized, their clash unimaginable in its grandeur.
Shi Hao’s heart raced. The pagoda’s ferocity was staggering—reckless, unstoppable.
“You—seek to release *him*!” the mountain roared.
The collision unleashed torrents of chaos, power ripping through the skies. Had they not restrained themselves, all life would have perished.
Both were sent reeling—the pagoda hurled skyward, the mountain dislodged from its foundation.
Beneath it, a skeletal figure was revealed, bound by five divine chains, his hair wild and yellowed like dead grass.
The Qin Clan recoiled in horror.
**This entity must never be freed!**
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