The young lord of the Immortal Hall left his peers in despair, an insurmountable peak impossible to overcome, like an immovable mountain standing firm in the sky.
However, there were always murmurs in the Upper Realms of a few hidden individuals who might rival him. Could this man seated in the Void be one of them?
Golden lamps spilled their radiance, glyphs swirling, swallowing the mysterious figure within their brilliance. He sat like an eternal divine statue carved through time, majestic and solemn.
“Chi!”
In the end, the young lord of the Immortal Hall raised his war Halberd, pointing it forward toward the mysterious figure beneath the golden lamp, unleashing immortal divine power.
The crowd recoiled in shock. The tension shifted; both sides were about to clash.
Though the mysterious figure remained seated cross-legged, the golden lamp on his shoulder gleamed more brightly. The lamp’s wick swayed, transforming into a tiny figure chanting incantations.
“Come forth and fight!” the young lord of the Immortal Hall rumbled, his entire body glowing, obscuring his true countenance while his long hair danced wildly, emitting an overwhelming aura.
“Strike then!” From the other side of the mountain, the man seated in Voidspoke, calm and composed.
A buzzing sound filled the air!
The Voidwar Halberd proved terrifying indeed; with the slightest tremor, the sky split open, the rupture surging forward with boundless divine energy—an ultimate Voidslash!
Everyone’s complexion changed. Even Voidbeasts could traverse space, but wielding such Voiddivine power was another matter entirely. This Halberdwas extraordinary, undoubtedly an invaluable treasure.
The Voidslash arrived, radiant and shimmering, its might shaking the heavens!
Yet, the mysterious man remained still as a mountain, his golden lamp on the shoulder shimmering and weaving glyph after glyph, effortlessly halting the strike and soothing the Voiditself.
“Incredible! How powerful—what kind of artifact is that?” gasped the crowd, stunned. The golden lamp was equally formidable, capable of rivaling the Voidwar Halberd.
With a buzzing sound, the Voidshook like a trembling scroll. The young lord of the Immortal Hall moved with unmatched speed, slashing downward with his Voidwar Halberd, unleashing an overwhelming, peerless strike.
He had earned such a reputation, his Overwhelming Majestyunrivaled. Once, with a single strike, he had felled several heavenly geniuses in blood-soaked battles, towering over all as the supreme sovereign of his generation.
Yet today, he had met his match.
The seated man rose, movements exuding cosmic rhythm, hands forming mystical Yins while the golden lamp on his shoulder descended into his palm, erupting in boundless light.
“Dang!”
An epoch-defining battle unfolded, a clash of this generation’s greatest powerhouses, shaking mountains and valleys, roaring through the heavens. Endless blossoms of cosmic Dao bloomed across the skies.
Many covered their ears, fleeing far away as the Daoic sound was too terrifying, causing blood to spill from the ears of many cultivators—truly a nightmarish spectacle.
Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable as he observed from the crowd. The two combatants were a few years his senior, their cultivation exalted at the peak of the Venerable Onestage, on the brink of igniting their divine flames.
“Indeed formidable, true titans among their peers!” This was Shi Hao’s assessment, rarely given so solemnly.
The young lord of the Immortal Hall radiated divine might, streams of pure white essence flowing from his breath—his innate primal origin dense beyond measure, erupting with each inhale and exhale.
With a buzzing sound, he swung his great Halberdin a devastating arc, cleaving the Voiditself, causing several young elites nearby to pale!
Across from him, the mysterious man joined his hands, an ephemeral dragon manifesting, roaring with celestial Majesty, unleashing brilliant divine radiance.
“What?” The crowd gasped, stunned that such a supreme Precious Arthad been unleashed—it was terrifying.
“It might be the complete Divine Dragon Precious Art!” someone whispered, trembling with awe.
All eyes widened, disbelief etched into their souls, pulses quickening beneath the Majestic Power, nearly prompting them to kneel in worship.
The dragon coiled around the golden lamp, charging into combat, sealing the Voidvoid, and clashing headlong against the war Halberd, streams of Daoic light and dragon roars rocking the heavens.
Winds howled, auspicious light radiating endlessly, as both mighty warriors leapt back, gazing at each other, their expressions grave.
Then, they surged forward once again, unleashing their ultimate techniques, divine Weiforce shaking the cosmos.
The young lord of the Immortal Hall radiated divine luminescence, glyphs undulating like ripples across his skin, enhancing his War Halberdwith unfathomable power, making him the unrivaled champion of his generation.
“Immortal Dao Precious Art?” someone cried out in shock, sensing the altered celestial laws, helpless before such might.
With each passing distance, this perception grew even stronger—how could one remain calm under such pressure?
The Immortal Hall’s origins were enigmatic, wielding the highest cosmic laws, possessing an ancient lineage. Throughout time, all who emerged from its halls had no peer under heaven!
Dragon roars thundered—before him, the mysterious man danced his hands, a divine dragon rising, ready to shatter the cosmos beyond the nine heavens itself, Weiforce unparalleled.
Indeed, this was a titanic struggle—once engaged, both sides clashed fiercely, ascending to the clouds above.
In an instant, divine light illuminated all directions, scattering clouds far and wide while Precious Artbloomed like stars, a cosmic duel rarely seen in the world.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed, murmuring to himself, “Both hold vast divine power stored within, an incredible foundation. Logically, they should have already ignited their divine flames and transcended.”
He deduced the truth—these two harbored great ambitions. Once the divine flame ignited, they would explode beyond their peerless generation. Thus, they deliberately restrained themselves, forging impeccable Daoic foundations!
“Luckily to witness the Divine Dragon Precious Art—this life holds no regrets.”
“The secret art of the Immortal Hall has surfaced, glimpsed at last. Not in vain to come here!”
The crowd murmured excitedly, thrilled. Though they could not fully comprehend the Precious Art, just observing their forms left them elated and trembling.
“Little Chan, shall we exchange a few moves?” teased the Demoness, her large eyes sparkling. Her black robes fluttered, accentuating her divine form.
She pointed toward the main body of Yue Chan, ready for battle. Undoubtedly, they were destined rivals, fated to clash in both the Lower Realm and Upper Realm.
“Let us fight then.” Yue Chan accepted.
Two peerless beauties flew toward each other, Lingdongand ethereal, unleashing an awe-inspiring war just like the former. Once again, the spectators were amazed.
Flash Electron arrived, expressionless, yet his fists clenched as lightning streaked across the sky, revealing his battle desire.
There was also Zhen Gu, bearing golden wings on his back, his whole body radiating golden light, his fighting spirit reaching its peak, nearly bursting into a challenge. A drop of Coagulationformed in his palm, ready to pierce through all with a single spear strike!
On the other side, Teng Yi sat cross-legged, his body bathed in boundless light from a colossal sun behind him as he intently watched. Others, too, a few prodigies, remained emotionless, observing the battle.
“I really want to take them all away.” Shi Hao muttered, eyes gleaming at the Voidwar Halberdbefore eyeing his destined enemies, grumbling, “They’re not all human. Don’t provoke me, or I’ll devour them all in the future!”
As for now, he could only watch. These foes were no trifles, and if word spread that he still lived and reached the Upper Realm, the Netherworld, Demon KuiGarden, Immortal Pine Mountain, Heavenly Court, and the Immortal Hall might dispatch True Deities to kill him.
“Bang!”
After the last clash, the heir of the Immortal Hall and the mysterious man both retreated. Without further strikes, they gazed at the surrounding crowd, silently agreeing to end the conflict.
Indeed, at their cultivation levels, both were figures who seldom tasted defeat. Today’s battle was merely to test each other’s strength—no need for life or death.
The Demoness and Fairy Yue Chan separated too, ending their duel.
With brief tension broken, each returned to their side, the battle ceased. Yet, excitement surged among the crowd—they all knew that a world-shaking clash would come; today was merely a prologue, a taste of what was to come.
“One day, we shall settle this!”
The crowd dispersed, yet search efforts continued, all seeking the silver-haired woman.
It was said that the outer regions had been sealed off. Many believed the silver-haired woman had failed to escape and now lay injured in hiding within this terrain.
Shi Hao wandered the mountains, encountering several prodigies over several days, yet refrained from engaging—he saw no need.
Zhucun remained tranquil; nearby stood a cliff, gleaming with silver light, birds occasionally calling.
“Strange!” Vaguely, Shi Hao felt a surge of Spiritual Energy, unusually dense, emanating from the cliff.
This place bordered Zhucun’s village. Generally, warriors avoided clashing here, showing restraint, not willing to destroy the tribe without cause.
“There’s a nest of Silver-Winged Birds there, powerful beings whose strength rivals our village’s Spirit Guardian.” A boy explained to Shi Hao.
Silver-Winged Birds were formidable fierce beasts. Though their nest lay near Zhucun, neither side had ever clashed.
Once a bird attained Spirituality, it would avoid senseless conflict with the numerous human race.
“It seems something happened,” Shi Hao observed. The birds had fled, leaving behind a fragrant medicinal aroma.
The villagers failed to detect these signs, but Shi Hao was different. With acute divine perception, he immediately sensed anomalies and soared to the cliff’s peak.
Here stood a bird nest crafted from Spiritwood, lined with golden-threaded grass, clean and cozy. Inside, silver glimmered, several half-foot long fledglings with silver-white wings nestled.
Shi Hao instantly noticed one differing from the rest. Not only were its wings silver, but its entire body gleamed silver-white, shimmering with Spirituality.
Especially when it met Shi Hao’s gaze, the other fledglings chirped loudly while this one backed away with wide, surprised eyes—an expression almost human.
“How familiar is that gaze?” Shi Hao pondered.
Quickly, the special fledgling concealed its Spiritual Energy, its glow dimming. Yet its all-silver body remained distinct.
“Why did the mother bird panic and flee? There’s nothing unusual here.” Shi Hao muttered, sniffing, “Smells like Precious Medicine.”
“Was it you who just consumed a Precious Medicine?” Shi Hao fixed his gaze on the fledgling, shock rising with every observation, his mouth agape.
“Why does it resemble a Silver Phoenix?” Shi Hao nearly dropped his jaw. No illusion—he stepped closer, inspecting it thoroughly—this fledgling truly bore an uncanny resemblance.
“Regressed to ancestral form?” He knew that the ancestors of the Silver-Winged Bird traced back to the Phoenix lineage, yet this regression was extreme.
He scooped up the fledgling, examining it closely, only to anger it. It extended a silver claw and stamped Shi Hao’s nose.
“Don’t mess around.” Shi Hao caught its claw, feeling its bones, inspecting its feathers, shock deepening. This was no ordinary bird—mysterious lights flickered inside it, yet obscured, eluding investigation.
“Truly extraordinary. Could this be a returning Silver Phoenix among the Silver-Winged Birds?” Shi Hao couldn’t believe his eyes. Like a thief, he concealed the fledgling in his sleeve and leapt from the cliff.
Unexpectedly, the adult bird far in the sky showed no anxiety upon witnessing their departure. Instead, it appeared relieved upon their departure, returning to the nest.
“Why does its mother seem afraid of it?” Shi Hao murmured once more.
The fledgling glared at him defiantly.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Shi Hao gave it a tap on the head.
Infuriated, the fledgling lunged, claws slashing toward his face, clearly ready to fight to the death.
“Something is definitely off. This bird seems too human. Even if it’s a regression, it shouldn’t possess Spiritualitythis early—how does it seem to understand everything I say?”
He lifted the silver fledgling, examining it upside down, only for it to bite down hard on his finger, refusing to let go with rage.
“Something really is strange,” Shi Hao muttered, holding the fledgling upside down while inspecting it carefully.
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