Chapter 640: Reunion

Seeing the once mighty Great Demon God, who had dominated the Shi Kingdom and commanded respect across the land, now with white hair, a face lined with sorrow and wrinkles, and eyes filled with grief, Shi Hao’s tears rolled down as he clenched his fists.

He knew the old man had aged so drastically because he had heard of his grandson’s supposed death. The devastating news had broken his spirit, making him age rapidly and leaving him in deep sorrow.

Tears streaming down his face, Shi Hao cried out in his heart: “Grandfather, I’m still alive! We’re about to reunite soon!”

He did not act recklessly, for among the enemies were beings who had ignited divine flames. He was preparing himself for a decisive strike, aiming to kill the strongest among them and eliminate the immediate danger.

“You are quite the figure. Escaping death several times, you’ve proven yourself formidable,” said an old hag, her body surrounded by pale azure flames—a divine fire born from a high-level Nirvana of life.

“It’s no shame for you to die now, knowing you left behind a descendant with two Celestial Bones, destined to dominate the Upper World and shake the foundations of the Three Thousand Provinces. However, for his sake, it would be better if you never met again. Rest in peace,” another elder said. Clad in a purple robe, his divine fire was also a deep purple, exuding nobility and intensity.

Two divine flame-bearers were enough to control the battlefield.

“Since the Qin Clan treated me as a prisoner and sent me to Demon Island, I never intended to return to Immortal Mountain. You worry needlessly,” said Shi Da Zhuang.

“But what if, on a whim, you decide to visit your grandson one day? That wouldn’t be good. It’s better you depart now,” the old hag said coldly, her tone filled with both pity and arrogance. “Though the young Supremeof the Qin Clan cannot be raised by you, he is still your grandson. Even in death, you will bask in his future glory.”

“Old hag, do you even speak human?!” Shi Da Zhuang, known for his fierce spirit and refusal to tolerate disrespect, shouted back without fear, even in the face of divine-level beings.

That single insult, “old hag,” struck like stepping on a cat’s tail, instantly darkening the old woman’s expression. Once one had ignited divine fire, their status and power rose dramatically. No one had dared to insult her like this in years.

“Shi, you truly don’t know your place. I was going to let you die peacefully, letting you end your own life. Not anymore,” the old woman said coldly.

“Why get angry? Just strike him down. It’s not worth getting worked up over a dead man,” the purple-robed elder said calmly beside her. His divine fire danced vibrantly, a sign of his long-ignited flame and immense power.

“I despise you both,” Shi Da Zhuang, recovering from his grief, said firmly. Though surrounded, his spirit remained unbroken.

“Your Shi Clan is a nuisance, interfering with Qin Hao’s growth. If not for Shi Zi Ling’s special status, it would have been better to eliminate him too,” the purple-robed elder said.

These words not only enraged Shi Da Zhuang but also stirred Shi Hao, hidden in the shadows, whose body flared with glowing glyphs.

“You dare threaten Zi Ling too?!” Shi Da Zhuang shouted, his hair flying, eyes burning with fury.

“He is Qin Hao’s father. No one would dare act rashly. Don’t worry about that. Accept your fate and descend in peace,” the elder said.

With hands behind his back, purple light radiating from his body, he prepared to strike. The world trembled, and storm clouds crackled with terrifying energy.

“I was chased by a Pixiu, trapped in the Black Forest Forbidden Zonefor over a decade. All I wanted was to return and see my grandson one last time. I never thought even that final wish would remain unfulfilled. That is my greatest regret in this life,” Shi Da Zhuang said calmly.

Far away, Shi Hao felt his heart twist. His grandfather had gone in search of Ferocious Beastblood for him, suffered so much, and the very thing that kept him alive through all that was the hope of seeing his grandson again. Even now, cornered and facing death, his final sorrow was not having seen him.

At that moment, a surge of emotion welled up inside Shi Hao, nearly making him cry out and charge forward.

But he held himself back. There were divine-level beings here. He had to strike with decisive power, or else he would not only fail to save his grandfather but also endanger himself.

The old woman’s eyes gleamed coldly as she continued her taunts. “Your descendant from the lower realm was indeed formidable. He alone defeated seven gods and ruined the plans of several great sects in the Upper World. But in the end, he died, buried in the earth for over a year. The Upper World is a battlefield of geniuses and young emperors. He is no longer part of that world. Even if he had lived, what could he do? The Upper World is filled with countless prodigies—divine heirs from the Celestial Palace, the Heavenly Kingdom, and even your other grandson, Qin Hao, with two Celestial Bones. These are the true emperors. Your eldest grandson, though talented, would be nothing more than a ripple in their ocean.”

“If you miss him so much, go join him,” the purple-robed elder said, raising his hand, glyphs flashing, purple qi spreading.

“This should be his real body, right?” someone muttered quietly nearby.

“Let’s kill him and find out,” others stepped forward, surrounding Shi Da Zhuang from all directions.

“My Hao’er, with his final words to his brother, warning him about the Supremebone, if he were alive, he would surely dominate the Three Thousand Provinces!” Shi Da Zhuang murmured, his voice low and sorrowful. Then, suddenly, he raised his head, eyes blazing with battle spirit. He would never yield, even if it meant certain defeat.

“You can die now!” the purple-robed elder said coldly, his eyes like purple blades in the mist, terrifying and fierce.

“Now!” Shi Hao’s eyes blazed with divine light. As the enemy’s killing intent focused on Shi Da Zhuang, he struck!

Thunder erupted. Shi Hao, swift as a true dragon, burst from the darkness, his entire body radiating divine energy, glyphs blazing across his skin, and divine power surging like an ocean.

In his right hand, he held a divine artifact—the Demon-Subduing Mace!

Forged from pure, jade-like primal bone and inscribed with infinite glyphs, the mace amplified Shi Hao’s lightning power to terrifying levels.

Thunder roared, shaking the heavens!

Shi Hao moved with lightning speed, like an immortal light piercing the sky!

No one was prepared. Not even the old woman and the purple-robed elder could react in time. At this critical moment, who could have imagined another hunter lurked in the shadows?

Lightning split the sky. A young man, wild-haired, eyes blazing with divine fury, wielding the sacred mace, descended like a god from heaven!

Boom!

Lightning struck!

His entire body radiated blinding brilliance, so intense it hurt to look.

Especially the Demon-Subduing Mace, from which a massive bolt of lightning surged, warping space itself, carrying a faint trace of celestial power—unstoppable and indescribable.

“Watch out!”

Many turned pale, shouting in fear.

But before their cries could finish, the lightning had already struck. It slammed into the purple-robed elder’s back, sending him flying, half his body exploding in a spray of blood.

All were horrified. Their strongest, a divine flame-bearer, had been nearly killed in one blow, half his body shattered.

“Ahh!” the elder screamed. The strike had been devastating—divine lightning amplified by a divine artifact, shattering his body.

Had he not been so powerful, with divine fire protecting him, he would have been utterly annihilated, leaving no trace behind.

At the same time, the old woman also screamed. Shi Hao had unleashed his Cauldron, a dazzling, sun-like orb the size of a fist, striking her right chest and shattering her right arm in an instant, blood gushing.

Unfortunately, she was not killed. She was lucky, for Shi Hao had focused most of his power on the purple-robed elder.

The elder was stronger, making him Shi Hao’s primary target.

But because he had split his focus, attacking two divine-level beings simultaneously, both survived.

The suddenness of the attack stunned everyone—both Shi Da Zhuang and the enemy forces.

“Who are you?!” the purple-robed elder roared, his body wreathed in purple flames, barely holding himself together. He was gravely wounded, half his body destroyed.

The old woman, though less severely injured, had her chest torn open and her right arm gone.

Shi Hao said nothing. Gripping the Demon-Subduing Mace, he struck the ground, shattering the array of glyphs. In a flash, he entered the formation and stood beside Shi Da Zhuang, shielding him.

Only then did the lightning and glyphs fade, returning to silence. But the atmosphere was heavy, suffocating.

It had all happened too fast!

Two divine-level beings had been gravely wounded, nearly killed. The six Venerable Onewatching were drenched in cold sweat, their hairs standing on end. Had it been them, they would have perished instantly.

“Child… who are you?” Shi Da Zhuang looked at him, sensing his kindness, and from the tear-streaked face, he saw something deeply familiar—true, heartfelt emotion.

“Grandfather… it’s me, your Hao’er!” Shi Hao cried, tears streaming. After over a decade apart, his grandfather had aged, his hair white, his face lined with wrinkles, his spirit worn.

Compared to the bold, proud, and mighty figure Shi Hao remembered from his childhood, this aged version was a shadow of his former self.

He knew the grief of hearing his grandson’s supposed death had aged him so.

“Qin Hao… this isn’t him,” Shi Da Zhuang muttered, confused. He had seen his other grandson in the lower realm, and this wasn’t the same person.

Suddenly, realization struck. His eyes widened, and tears welled in his tiger-like eyes. Trembling, he asked, “Are you… my Hao’er?”

Shi Hao instantly revealed his true face, hugging his grandfather’s arm tightly. “Grandfather, I didn’t die! I’m alive, and I’ve come to the Upper World. I’ve been searching for you all this time!”

He shouted with all his heart, pouring out years of longing and emotion.

Shi Da Zhuang, the mighty Great Demon God, nearly collapsed from shock. He stared at Shi Hao in disbelief.

Years ago, Shi Hao had been a child. Now, he had grown, but his features still bore Shi Da Zhuang’s traits. They looked alike.

And through their blood, through Shi Hao’s raw emotion, Shi Da Zhuang knew—this was truly his grandson, alive, standing before him.

“Haha!” Shi Da Zhuang laughed through tears, his entire body radiating a brilliant light, a glow of joy and fulfillment breaking through his sorrow.

Far away, the others were stunned. From their conversation, they realized—this youth might truly be the legendary Shi Hao from the lower realm!

“My Hao’er is alive! He survived losing the Supremebone twice. What could possibly stop him now?!” Shi Da Zhuang wept joyfully, laughing and trembling as he caressed Shi Hao’s face. He radiated a brilliant aura, sorrow and joy entwined.

Hearing this, all around them were filled with dread. If even Heaven could not claim this young Supreme, then the Upper World’s Three Thousand Provinces were surely destined for great upheaval!