“This is the Spirit Realm?” Shi Hao stood on this side of the golden colossal gate, stepping into a domain connected to the Upper World. He raised his eyes, gazing in all directions at this sacred land.
Ahead, a cliff rose into the high sky, entirely black with deep crevices where priceless medicinal herbs took root. On the bald mountaintops, huge fierce birds had built their nests, exuding a murderous aura.
On the other side, majestic mountains loomed like dormant auspicious beasts, their surfaces brimming with spiritual rhythm. Verdant vines coiled like dragons across the peaks, while thousands of feet of silver waterfalls cascaded down, shrouded in misty vapor.
In the distance, ancient trees towered across the primordial landscape, where prehistoric giants roamed and mighty divine birds spread their wings, vanishing into the skies.
A stirring rose in Shi Hao’s heart. From this, he deduced that the true Upper World would surely be even more powerful, more vibrant, and richer in Immortal Dao, more suited for cultivation.
A group of people stood at a distance, filled with fear and astonishment, whispering and wondering what he would do next.
“After thousands of years, another great omen has returned, entering our Spirit Realm. What kind of storm will this bring?”
“Our Upper World is home to countless experts, ancient prodigies rising together. Once the news reaches them, he will surely be subdued and become a guardian beast for one of the holy lands, his physical form summoned above.”
Shi Hao’s spiritual senses were incredibly sharp. Noticing the whispers, he suddenly glared. A beam of light tore through the air, startling the speaker, who cried out and collapsed to the ground, paralyzed with fear.
This was spiritual subjugation, a suppression of consciousness!
“How terrifying! A great omen has come! Could it possibly raze an entire province? How many lives will he consume?” A little girl burst into tears.
Shi Hao was half-amused, half-annoyed. He hadn’t even thought to kill anyone, ascending rather peacefully all the way—so how had he become this terrifying monster?
“Such dazzling white teeth, shining so brightly—it’s so scary! Could he really pounce on us? Even Teng Yi of the Fire-Gold Clan couldn’t subdue him. We should flee from this Spirit Realm and return to the real world!” Two little girls hugged each other, shrieked loudly, then ran off.
Soon, a group of martial experts scattered in panic, clearly infected by the fear.
“Don’t run! Let’s stay and talk! I won’t eat you,” Shi Hao called behind them, doing his best to appear kind and gentle, exuding utmost “benevolence.”
“Eat people! Run for your lives!” Even the adult experts fled in terror. To them, Shi Hao’s “kind smile” was no different from an alligator’s tears.
Shi Hao followed at a leisurely pace. His speed was incredible, and soon he caught up with some escapees. Affectionately, he patted a mighty man holding a spiked club and said, “Brother, slow down. Let me talk to you.”
“Ahh… a demon!” The bearded giant wildly swung his club, but Shi Hao casually broke the weapon with a single golden finger.
Everyone paled. Shi Hao, the great omen, was indeed a match for even the first generation prodigies, finally toppling Teng Yi with the power of reincarnation. How could they possibly contend with someone like this? The gap was simply too large.
As Shi Hao charged forward, unleashing his might, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep—utterly invincible.
The mighty man, in desperation, ignited his latent energy for a last-ditch effort, but ended up bloodied and battered.
Shaking his head, Shi Hao said, “Why did you force this upon yourself? I never meant to harm you.” He abandoned that man and, in a flash, appeared in front of a young man. This clean-faced youth merely rolled his eyes and fainted dead away.
“Ah! Ah!” Several girls in front cried out, their faces drained of color.
“Fiend! Dare not be so arrogant! I shall exorcise and subdue you!” At this moment, a golden figure like a wrathful Vajra warrior arrived. Clad in a short, one-inch-long haircut, he held a begging bowl and hurled it forward.
“Thank heavens! A Venerable Onefrom the Western Sect happens to be passing through. Perhaps we are saved!” cried a boy.
Shi Hao roared. His Indestructible Golden Body armor materialized, his physical form shifting. In an instant, he transformed into a Kunpeng, its wings striking the heavens, shaking mountains and moving earth!
This was his application of the Seventy-Two Transformations, changing into a Kunpeng in a moment’s time. Then, employing the Kunpeng’s ancestral treasure techniques, he unleashed them to the fullest, manifesting like a true reborn Kunpeng!
This was the most divine and astonishing aspect of the Seventy-Two Transformations Shi Hao had recently uncovered!
At this moment, the heavens and earth roared, terrifying waves rolling for dozens of miles. A Kunpeng gleamed with golden light, streaked with black patterns, exuding a peerless majesty.
“Clang!”
With a single talon, it subdued that supreme artifact—the begging bowl. All its radiance dimmed, its killing intent vanishing.
Then with a mighty flap of its wings, like a celestial blade cleaving heaven and earth, it sent the Venerable Oneflying back with blood spilling from his mouth.
The crowd was stunned into silence, chilled to the bone.
In the next moment, Shi Hao resumed his human form, staring down at the struggling wrathful Vajra trapped inside the bowl: “Exorcise demons? More like I’ll be capturing you.”
“Flee! The Great Omen Hao has invaded the Upper World, even devouring a Venerable Onefrom the Western Sect. Only the Sect Leader and the young Kings of all races can resist him now.”
In an eye blink, the mountains and valleys were filled with fleeing figures.
Shi Hao followed them while chatting with the Venerable Oneimprisoned inside the bowl, chasing down people one by one, questioning those he captured for the information he sought.
This created a bizarre spectacle: a single man chasing countless cultivators scattering across the land, growing into an ever-expanding mass, countless numbers swarming like ants.
After fifty miles of pursuit, the fleeing masses had become a tidal wave, even stirring the beasts in the mountains into a stampede, resembling a full-scale rebellion.
In the Spirit Realm, just as one must enter through the gate, one must also leave through it, so many refused to dissolve their spirits and fled desperately.
“Everyone, don’t be afraid! When the young geniuses and great figures across all races receive the news, they’ll arrive immediately. They will surely subdue him,” shouted a few brave souls while running.
Yet when Shi Hao caught up to them, even these strong individuals trembled at the sight of his soul-subduing needle and spirit-suppressing tower—artifacts capable of slaying experts even in the Spirit Realm.
Finally, all manner of lifeforms gathered, endless and boundless, filling the sky and earth, forming a black mass.
“It’s really not my fault,” Shi Hao sighed helplessly. He smiled “warmly” and “kindly,” but his clean teeth shone like gleaming blades in their eyes, and his gentle smile appeared to them like an evil demon’s grin of doom.
“You, descendant of the Sinblood, how dare you be so arrogant, coming to the Upper World to wreak havoc? Even your ancestors were sealed away. What chaos could you possibly stir now?” A clear voice rang out.
From a distant mountain, a lone figure stood still. With the sound of his voice, a golden path of divine light unfurling from the mountaintop rushed forward at tremendous speed, covering dozens of miles in an instant, arriving before them.
Unmoved, he stood on the golden path, halting before Shi Hao.
His golden hair billowed in the wind, his armor flaring with power, his sleeves embroidered with a golden lotus. On his forehead gleamed a radiant lotus mark.
This man was clearly an extremely powerful opponent!
Shi Hao was surprised and saw a new expert emerge. Which clan had this person come from? Could he be another “Firstborn Generation”? But that was unlikely—such figures were all in their own separate domains, unable to coexist in one place.
“This must be Qing Xian’s elder brother—Qing Ge!” someone exclaimed, stopping mid-flight with an eager expression, clearly excited.
Hearing the name, Shi Hao realized that this person’s sister must be extraordinary if her brother’s arrival evoked her name first. Only someone of great talent could inspire such a reaction.
“The older brother of Qing Xian, the young female Supreme Rulerof the Lotus Clan! Could she be arriving too?” murmured some, becoming inspired.
Of course, most people still fled in terror, like stampeding beasts, unwilling to stay near such a terrifying omen.
Only powerful experts remained, observing from a distance.
“The Lotus Clan… Were you born from a lotus flower?” Shi Hao asked.
“No need for words. I shall capture you.” Qing Ge charged, his golden hair blazing like fire, his pupils turning golden in an instant. His powerful aura surged like a tidal wave.
“Boom!”
In the void, infinite fire surged upward, burning the sky. One golden lotus after another took root, exuding the profound charm of Dao.
“Hm?” Shi Hao was genuinely surprised. This energy was frightening—it could threaten even him.
In the fire, golden lotuses bloomed, growing rapidly to ten feet tall, their stems, leaves, and petals all golden.
Qing Ge was a prodigy. This was his sole cultivation skill—he practiced no other treasure techniques, relying solely on this art of divine lotus fire. Yet it rendered him peerless among his generation.
Fire of divine retribution, growing golden lotuses, capturing the essence of Heaven and Earth itself—this was the ultimate decree of cosmic judgment. In one instant, he merged with Heaven, embodying the will of Heaven, wielding divine punishment itself.
Generally speaking, only those who ignited their divine flame could begin to grasp such supreme rules and wield divine punishment. Yet Qing Ge had touched them far too early.
“Boom!”
All the golden lotuses trembled, releasing golden glyphs, surging with boundless fire, suppressing Shi Hao.
Instantly, Shi Hao felt immense pressure and a sense of danger. Without hesitation, he transformed into a three-headed, six-armed titan, calling forth endless lightning to counter the golden lotuses.
Amidst intense collisions, Shi Hao launched dozens of attacks, finally breaking through and sending Qing Ge flying back, coughing blood.
Though Qing Ge wielded “divine punishment,” his cultivation base was not yet complete.
The golden lotuses coalesced into a single massive flower that enveloped Shi Hao, emitting golden mist and terrible fluctuations.
“Disintegrate!” Qing Ge roared.
The crowd gasped. Truly a genius—had it not been for the overwhelming brilliance of his sister, he would certainly have become the King of his Clan, able to rival the mightiest of his generation.
As time dragged on, it felt unbearably long. Flames roared, golden lotuses shining, attempting to refine Shi Hao. This was an unprecedented trial for him—meeting such a stubborn opponent.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, Shi Hao burst forth. The golden lotus exploded into a shower of glowing petals, and Qing Ge slumped in defeat.
Ultimately, he had fallen short. He could not rival Shi Hao. Radiant with energy, glyphs coursing through his body, lightning crackling around him, Shi Hao grabbed Qing Ge.
“It’s time to go back,” Shi Hao murmured to himself. If he delayed too long, something unexpected might occur. If the golden gate was blocked, it would become a serious problem.
After all, his physical body still remained in the lower realm. His spirit had ascended. If severed from his lower realm, his body would eventually wither.
“Don’t dissolve your soul! I just want to chat. I won’t force you,” Shi Hao said, noticing Qing Ge preparing to sever himself using secret techniques.
“Whoosh!”
Transforming into the Kunpeng once more, Shi Hao spread his wings and, within a few blinks, soared through the golden gate, holding the bowl and Qing Ge in his grasp, reappearing at the bronze magpie altar.
Needless to say, the ensuing conversation was far from smooth, but Shi Hao did manage to extract some much-needed information.
He wanted to confirm again which of the several paths to the Upper World would be the safest and most stable.
Finally, he released all the captives as promised and, with flowing sleeves, stepped onto the celestial road, beginning his return journey, as his true body prepared to ascend to the Upper World!
No one informed Shi Hao of the commotion he left behind on the other side of the golden gate. A storm of upheaval brewed, with several Supreme Beings gathering and even the true Firstborn Generation arriving in person!
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