Shi Hao’s body trembled slightly. Could that really be his grandfather? He felt both excited and nervous.
The hill wasn’t tall, covered in lush vegetation. The young man stood on a giant boulder, gazing at Qin Hao in the distance, his mouth slightly open, as if wanting to say something, but then he closed it again.
“Roar!” Suddenly, a sharp and urgent roar echoed. On the mountain peak appeared a golden giant bear, ten zhang tall, swiping its massive paw toward the young man. Its teeth were snow-white like blades.
This was a living being at the Zunzhe level, exuding powerful martial energy, golden glyphs blazing like fire, surging downward.
Shi Hao was startled and couldn’t help but let out a long roar. The young man was clearly distracted, and in such a situation, he could easily be ambushed. From behind Shi Hao emerged a pair of blurred wings as he rushed forward at an accelerated pace.
He certainly didn’t want any accidents. If this were truly his grandfather, and something were to happen to him, it would be unimaginable.
“Chi!”
A flash of divine light, and the young man vanished, moving at an astonishing speed, dodging the golden bear.
Shi Hao breathed a sigh of relief. This “young man” was highly alert, with extraordinary abilities. Leaving behind a residual image, he proved himself to be a formidable expert.
“Peng!”
Shi Hao arrived at the scene, waving his hand casually, unleashing a powerful gale. With one strike, the mighty golden bear was sent flying.
He looked at the young man, opening his mouth as if to say something, only to find the other rapidly retreating, increasing the distance between them.
Clearly, the other party remained highly vigilant, maintaining a defensive stance.
Within this secret realm, no one could be trusted. Everyone had to guard against each other, or they would risk being killed at any moment.
“May I ask who you are…” Shi Hao’s voice trembled as he spoke, unable to suppress his emotions while looking at the young man.
“Hong!”
A lightning bolt struck down, massive and powerful, aiming directly at the crown of Shi Hao’s head. It was spectacular, as if a cascade of the Milky Way had poured down.
Shi Hao looked up, seeing that it was Shan Dianzi who had attacked. That “bone glyph” had actually been sent flying in this direction, and Shan Dianzi, known for his speed, was chasing after it relentlessly.
Clearly, Shan Dianzi viewed him as a rival and had decided to strike first.
Shi Hao became furious. Just as he encountered someone who might be his grandfather, he was interrupted like this, naturally provoking his extreme displeasure.
At the same time, he threw a punch toward the sky, unleashing thunder and lightning, accompanied by the power of the Kunpeng and the profound principles of the Primordial Truth. It surged upward against the heavens.
That punch shook the void, as if tearing through a tattered scroll with a cacophony of noise.
Shan Dianzi was startled. He couldn’t quite comprehend this person. Shi Hao hadn’t even contested the bone glyph with him, yet he was already so angry just from this punch.
At the same time, several progenies rushed over, and someone launched an attack downward.
This greatly annoyed Shi Hao, who responded with successive strikes, even expanding his Hidden Realm (spiritual realm), attempting to capture and severely beat one of them.
The young man continued to retreat, his expression uncertain, his vigilance even greater, recognizing Shi Hao’s might and uniqueness.
The bone glyph flew away, and the several progenies rushed past. With the disturbance gone, Shi Hao pursued, sending his voice transmission from behind, “May I ask, are you from the lower world?”
The young man halted, revealing a strange expression.
Shi Hao also realized that chasing after and asking like this appeared abrupt and would only heighten suspicion.
“I mean no harm!” He stopped, speaking with utmost sincerity, his eyes clear, trying his best to calm himself, his voice no longer trembling.
“Who are you?” The young man, clearly experienced in turbulent times, remained very composed.
“I also come from the lower world,” Shi Hao softly replied. By saying this, he had taken a great risk. If this person wasn’t Shi Da Zhuang, it could lead to serious trouble. At this moment, he had essentially revealed a weakness.
The young man’s gaze was deep, as if contemplating something.
Shi Hao felt anxious inside. Was the other party still suspicious, or was there something else? If this wasn’t his grandfather, the situation would be grave indeed.
“I don’t know who you are, but I can sense that you mean no harm,” the young man finally spoke. He possessed a sharp “divine intuition,” instinctual in nature.
Interestingly, this trait was quite similar to Shi Hao’s own powerful intuition.
Shi Hao gazed at him with hope, and in this moment, he felt an unbearable tension. He was extremely nervous because this mattered so much to him—he feared missing out or making a mistake.
“I truly come from the lower world,” the young man calmly replied, staring into Shi Hao’s eyes, observing his expression.
At this moment, Shi Hao’s heart trembled violently. He nearly cried out, barely restraining his impulse, and asked, “Are you the Stone Clan warrior known as the Great Demon God?”
The young man’s pupils constricted sharply. He stared at Shi Hao repeatedly but remained silent.
“Did you enter this secret realm just to see Qin Hao?”
“You have a son named Shi Zi Ling.”
Shi Hao continued to speak, looking at the person nearby, his emotions surging.
“It seems you have uncovered my identity and know who I am,” the young man said, his expression a mix of confusion and suspicion as he began to grow cautious.
After all, he simply couldn’t figure out who this youth was or why he knew so much. Even if someone from the Qin Clan had come, they wouldn’t have recognized him.
If not for his keen divine intuition sensing no malice from this young man, he would have already attacked or fled far away, without responding or acknowledging him at all.
“You also have a grandson in the lower world, don’t you?” Shi Hao said, his clear big eyes slightly reddened, filled with joy and excitement.
Upon hearing these words, the young man fell silent instantly, a hint of sadness evident in his expression, which he struggled to conceal. “Yes, my grandson is in the lower world, but he can’t come here.”
As he spoke, he gazed toward the horizon, his heart churning with emotion, revealing a trace of sorrow as he tried to calm himself.
“If he were still alive, he would certainly be no less than these progenies of the upper world!”
As he continued, the young man’s face showed sorrow and helplessness, a deep melancholy. His most beloved grandson, born with extraordinary talent, had died.
Clearly, this young man was the Great Demon God, Shi Da Zhuang.
Recalling the past, his heart filled with grief. His grandson had been a Born Supreme (innate Sovereign), yet his true bones had been excavated, enduring endless suffering and wandering from an early age.
In the end, that child had risen on his own, but fate was cruel, and he died young.
Thinking of these things, Shi Da Zhuang was overwhelmed with sorrow. “My grandson was no weaker than anyone else. He was born a Born Supreme… but he can never come to the upper world.”
“There is a way. He came!” Shi Hao could no longer hold back, his eyes red, rushing forward.
“What are you saying?” Shi Da Zhuang’s eyes flared as he stared at Shi Hao.
“He didn’t die.” Shi Hao smiled, tears in his eyes.
“If my Hao’er were still alive, he would certainly roar across the heavens and earth, capable of confronting all the progenies.” The young man’s voice trembled as he spoke, then he fixed his gaze firmly on Shi Hao.
“There will be such a day.” Shi Hao wept.
“Who are you, really who?” The Great Demon God demanded, unable to believe it, for he had received definite news long ago confirming his grandson’s death.
“Grandfather, I am your Hao’er, I am still alive!” Shi Hao rushed forward, no longer concealing his aura, unleashing his true bloodline power.
At this moment, the Great Demon God was stunned. He also sensed it—a deep familiarity, as if their blood could resonate with each other. This was someone very close.
“My Hao’er!” He trembled, reaching out a hand to caress that face. Even if this were a dream or a deception by a Heaven (Heavenly Kingdom) hunter, he longed to immerse himself in it.
“My Hao’er… didn’t die in the lower world?” Shi Da Zhuang choked, his heart aching at the thought.
“No, Grandfather, it’s really me. I didn’t die, I’m still alive.” In an instant, Shi Hao quickly revealed his true appearance, allowing his grandfather to see clearly.
“What, this is…” Shi Da Zhuang’s body trembled violently. He had seen portraits of Shi Hao as an adult. Now staggering, he could hardly believe his eyes. “Is this… a dream?”
“Who am I? The grandson of the Great Demon God, someone who survived even after losing his Supreme Bone (Sovereign Bone). Can a mere curse from the Immortal Hall or a piece of rusty copper truly kill me? That’s impossible!” Shi Hao smiled through his tears.
“Hahaha…” Shi Da Zhuang laughed loudly, tears streaming from his eyes. There was sorrow, joy, and boundless happiness in his expression.
Whether this was reality or illusion, he could hardly tell, overwhelmed by the intense emotions surging within him. This joy had come too suddenly.
“Where did this madman come from, crying and laughing over there.” Someone coldly remarked from a distance, casting a frigid glance in their direction.
Shi Hao had his back to that direction and didn’t turn around. Instead, he quickly concealed his true appearance, using the 72 Transformations of the Zhu Yan Clan to alter his features.
Then, he turned around and said, “Leave!”
Clearly, this was a progeny, someone he had never seen before, but he could sense the abundant life essence emanating from within, immense and powerful.
“Make me leave?!” The figure coldly swept his gaze over them, clad in black armor exuding a chilling aura, extremely oppressive.
“Chi!”
His entire body radiated a dark glow, the black armor gleaming, as he directly attacked, wielding a black divine sword, cleaving forward, and shouted, “Roll away!”
This sword qi was extraordinarily fierce, warping the heavens, engulfing both Shi Hao and Shi Da Zhuang.
This could no longer be described merely as sword qi; it was more like an entire sea of swords, shaking the hearts of all who beheld it!
“Grandfather, please wait a moment!” Shi Hao said, then charged toward the sea of swords, unleashing all his essence and spiritual power without reservation.
His Hidden Realm (spiritual realm) was glowing, continuously expanding, blocking the entire sword sea. With each punch, Vermilion Bird, True Phoenix, Suanni, and Thunder Heaven Sparrow all appeared.
The The Tome of Ten Thousand Spirits (Myriad Spirits Diagram) combined with the glyphs of the Primordial Truth, which he had mastered to the extreme, unleashed a full-force strike that shook heaven and earth.
“Hong!”
The heavens and earth trembled violently, the area shaking.
“Ah, the fellow from the Netherworld has met his match?”
“That’s the Nether Prince, supremely powerful, actually blocked by someone.”
“It’s that guy called the Devil King, who recently killed Jin Lie, now confronting the Nether Prince again!”
This battle drew the attention of many in this battlefield, all revealing astonished expressions.
Shi Hao admitted that this Nether Prince was extremely powerful, significantly stronger than Jin Lie, a fearsome opponent. Around him, netherlight boiled, corroding divine power.
“Hong!”
“Has the mighty Nether Prince been driven back?”
…
The two fiercely battled, quickly passing over a hundred exchanges. Surprisingly, the Devil King still hadn’t revealed his innate divine technique.
“The Nether Prince is no ordinary person. He has killed progenies before and is extremely formidable. It seems he has finally met a formidable enemy.”
“Ka Cha!”
Lightning soared into the sky, various divine birds and fierce beasts appearing. Shi Hao manifested the The Tome of Ten Thousand Spirits (Myriad Spirits Diagram), shattering the black netherlight surrounding the Nether Prince, then landed a punch inside.
“Pu!”
Blood splattered. After three hundred exchanges of fierce battle, Shi Hao finally struck down the Nether Prince midair.
When the Nether Prince’s Fate Sigil (Life Glyph) reassembled him, bringing him back, Shi Hao merely cast a cold glance and said, “Leave!”
“You…” The Nether Prince was furious, as the words were returned to him verbatim. The difference was that his opponent had killed him before speaking thus.
“If you’re not satisfied, come back anytime. I’ll kill your true body next time.” Shi Hao said calmly, then turned around, quickly returning to his grandfather’s side.
“You are truly my grandson…” Shi Da Zhuang was both shocked and thrilled. This young man was actually this powerful, directly defeating a progeny.
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