The stone forest was dense, with ancient glyphs branded into the void.
Pale mist drifted, coiling around the towering stone pillars, transforming the area into a scene straight out of an immortal realm.
Yet, the scent of blood tainted the air—a brutal battle had already erupted here. Several powerful beings had fallen, even a few first-generation prodigies, their bodies dissolving into radiant rain as they perished.
This place was vast and eerie, the air thick with metallic runes that shimmered with an otherworldly texture. But these runes also acted as shackles, binding the land in an invisible prison.
Everyone who entered found themselves moving as if trapped in quicksand, their speed drastically reduced. Even those with peerless movement techniques could barely crawl forward, sluggish as an old ox.
From the initial onslaught to the uneasy calm that followed, a full day and night had passed. The major factions had now staked their claims, each occupying their own territory, eyeing one another with wary hostility.
“Grandfather, are you alright?” Shi Hao wiped blood from his lips. He was injured, though not severely.
Similarly, the Great Demonic God bore a deep gash across his chest, the wound nearly reaching bone. Fortunately, it wasn’t life-threatening.
Recalling the sudden, frenzied battle that had erupted the moment they entered, neither of them could relax. Everyone had been trapped in this quagmire of a stone forest, forced to fight with everything they had.
The battle had been brutal. To seize the advantage, all had fought desperately to be the first to reach the depths and claim the Supreme Legacy. No one held back.
Without a doubt, this had been the most terrifying clash since entering the secret realm. First-generation prodigies clashed, divine beings roared, forbidden treasures and divine flames collided—chaos reigned.
Had it not been for Shi Hao’s alchemy furnace, which contained a fragment of immortal soil, he would have been in grave danger. The Fire Demon Palace and several divine beings from the Qin Clan had targeted him, launching a relentless assault.
Moreover, the young lord of the Immortal Palace, the Netherworld’s heir, the Sun God Vine, and other first-generation elites from the Sacred Feather Clan had also appeared intermittently. When enemies crossed paths, bloodshed was inevitable.
The grandfather and grandson duo carved a bloody path through the chaos, finally reaching this area.
In truth, they weren’t the only ones injured. Even the Enchantress and the mysterious man wielding the golden lantern bore wounds. Lightning Child, Zhen Gu, Azure Fairy, and even the Glutton had all shed blood.
No one had emerged unscathed.
Even the young heir of the Immortal Palace had one arm drenched in blood, while the white robes of the Lunar Grace Fairy beside him were stained crimson. Every elite here had suffered injuries.
But the most grievously wounded were those at the Divine Flame Realm, who had been ambushed and suffered the heaviest casualties.
At the critical moment, several terrifying creatures—such as the Golden Toad and the Azure Flood Dragon—had appeared, targeting the strongest among them and leaving behind a trail of carnage.
These were native creatures of the secret realm. Shi Hao had encountered them before and had always avoided them—until today, when they too had joined the slaughter.
Fortunately, the stone forest suppressed divine power. Though the Golden Toad and the Azure Flood Dragon were monstrously strong—seemingly surpassing the Divine Flame Realm—the deeper they ventured, the more their strength was suppressed, eventually reducing them to mere Divine Flame-level combatants.
Otherwise, the situation would have been dire.
Now, the factions had spread out, each studying the radiant metallic runes floating in the void. These were likely fragments of a profound legacy.
“Deeply profound, but too fragmented. This can’t be the core inheritance,” the Great Demonic God mused.
After adjusting their condition and studying the runes, the two pressed onward. They couldn’t afford to linger. Instinct told them the Supreme Legacy lay at the heart of this place.
Others, too, resumed their advance after resting, deliberately keeping their distance. The first battle had been too brutal—no one wanted another bloodbath so soon.
Some factions had formed alliances, and some first-generation prodigies had banded together. Alone, their strength was insufficient.
This created a complex dynamic, giving rise to several terrifying squads.
Ahead, the stone forest thinned, replaced by dense mist that obscured vision.
Everyone’s speed remained sluggish, as slow as an ox plodding through mud.
“Ah—!”
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
“Careful! There’s an abyss ahead!” someone warned in a hushed tone.
Beyond the stone forest lay a pitch-black chasm, veiled in thick mist. It was nearly invisible until one stood at its edge, where a terrifying suction force threatened to drag cultivators into its depths.
Worse, flight was impossible here.
A boulder tossed into the abyss fell for half a quarter-hour without a sound. No one could fathom what lay below.
After careful searching, someone discovered a single-log bridge—ancient, blackened wood spanning the chasm, forming a precarious path.
The crowd paled. Was this meant to force them into a final showdown?
“Huh? The Qin Clan has already crossed!”
Someone noticed that the Qin Clan had found a hidden path, seizing the advantage. Escorting Qin Hao, their figures were nearly out of sight.
“There are more! This isn’t the only bridge!”
Soon, other paths were discovered. The Qin Clan might not have been the first to cross.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God frowned. There were over a dozen such bridges. They had found one, but they couldn’t be sure if they were the first on this route.
Stepping onto the bridge, the abyss’s pull weakened slightly. The bridge glowed faintly, its surface etched with mysterious runes.
Peering down, the mist occasionally parted, revealing an endless darkness—like the maw of a primordial beast, ready to devour all life.
“Almost there. We’ll reach the other side soon,” the Great Demonic God said.
**Boom!**
A terrifying aura erupted. Someone was attacking the bridge, trying to destroy it!
“Damn it!” Shi Hao’s expression darkened.
They were nearly across, the opposite cliff already in sight. But there, a figure stood, icy eyes fixed on them—waiting for the perfect moment to send them plummeting into the abyss.
“Netherworld’s heir!”
Shi Hao recognized him instantly—a deathly pale youth from the Netherworld, his aura devoid of life, his gaze frigid.
Yet, the bridge was sturdy, its runes resisting destruction.
Suddenly, the Netherworld’s heir drew a black sword and slashed at the abyss itself.
“Not good!” Shi Hao shouted.
The abyss trembled. A monstrous whirlwind surged upward, twisting into a black vortex that sought to swallow Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God whole.
“Netherworld’s heir, you seek death!” Shi Hao roared.
But flight was impossible here. They were in grave danger—the vortex’s pull was immense, threatening to yank them into the abyss. Razor-sharp winds lashed at them, opening wounds across their bodies.
**”Roar—!”**
From the opposite cliff, a deafening bellow shook the void. The bridge trembled, and the abyss’s fury intensified.
It was the Purple-Golden True Hou, standing beside the Netherworld’s heir. It unleashed its innate divine ability—a roar that could shake heaven and earth!
In ancient times, a single roar from this creature’s ancestor had shattered sect masters and sent stars plummeting from the sky. Even the moon had lost fragments to its fury.
Both the Netherworld’s heir and the Purple-Golden True Hou had been slain by Shi Hao before, yet here they were—resurrected and allied.
“Open!”
At the critical moment, Shi Hao expanded his sole heavenly passage, shielding himself and his grandfather from the abyss’s corrosive power.
“Don’t worry about me,” the Great Demonic God said. His body radiated light, black and white energies swirling into divine-demonic force, reinforcing his defenses.
“Grandfather, I’ll kill them first!”
Shi Hao’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. No longer hiding his true aura, he unleashed his full power, determined to eradicate these two before they could expose him.
**Boom!**
In an instant, an overwhelming presence erupted. A pair of Kun Peng wings unfurled from Shi Hao’s back, transforming him into a humanoid Kun Peng. His speed surged as he dashed across the bridge.
Though the area slowed movement, his sole heavenly passage weakened the suppression. With his Kun Peng techniques activated, he defied gravity and took flight!
It wasn’t fast, but it was enough to close the distance.
“What?!” The Netherworld’s heir was stunned. How could this man defy the no-flight rule? Clad in dark gold armor, he brandished his black Netherworld weapon, slashing desperately.
Beside him, the Purple-Golden True Hou roared, purple energy erupting as it unleashed its full might.
“What kind of technique is this?!” The two elites’ hearts pounded. Their enemy was flying toward them—this was disastrous.
Had they known he could fly, they would have reconsidered their ambush. Through the mist, they glimpsed Shi Hao’s Kun Peng wings and froze in shock.
This was… the legendary Kun Peng?
Unbelievable. One of the Ten Ferocious Techniques—how could it appear here? The Kun Peng had vanished from the upper realm, said to be sealed in the lower realm’s prison.
“Wait… There was one who mastered it—a youth from the lower realm. Could it be… you?”
“I see now. The Desolate Wasteland of the lower realm—you’re ‘Desolate’! You’re that person!”
These two were no ordinary figures. They knew the hidden truths, the chaos that had engulfed the lower realm, the rumors of the Kun Peng’s revival.
Especially the Netherworld’s heir—his faction had participated in the lower realm’s turmoil. He knew exactly who stood before him.
“It’s you… You won’t live!” he bellowed.
But his words were cut short. Shi Hao erupted with his full power, his body glowing as his Kun Peng wings spread, shaking the heavens.
“Shi, I’m also a first-generation prodigy! You can’t kill me!” the Netherworld’s heir spat through gritted teeth, his voice barely carrying.
Shi Hao had sealed the area with his sole heavenly passage—not to suppress, but to contain. No word of his identity could escape.
“Die!”
A battle of blood and fury erupted.
The Netherworld’s heir knew exactly what kind of monster he faced—a legend who should have been dead, now standing before him. He immediately unleashed his innate divine ability.
Deathly energy surged as black chains materialized from his palms—the Nethergod’s Chains!
He sought to bind Shi Hao, to seal him. At the very least, he needed to break free and escape. The chains, forged from the laws of order, clashed against Shi Hao’s arms and wings, sparks flying with each collision.
Truly, the innate abilities of first-generation prodigies were terrifyingly potent. Had it not been for the Kun Peng technique—a supreme killing art—ordinary methods would have been useless.
What defined a first-generation prodigy? A unique, heaven-bestowed divine ability, unparalleled and unprecedented. Such talents were nearly impossible to replicate.
Eighty exchanges passed in the blink of an eye. Then—**Boom!**—Shi Hao’s wings, one gold and one black, slammed together, unleashing strands of chaotic energy.
“Ah!”
The Netherworld’s heir screamed as his chains were severed. One of his arms was sheared off, dark blood gushing.
He turned to flee, activating a secret treasure.
“Nowhere to run!”
Shi Hao’s wings spread, his speed eclipsing his foe’s.
“Explode!”
The Netherworld’s heir roared, detonating his treasure in a desperate kamikaze strike.
**”Swoosh!”**
Shi Hao’s wings flashed past. A clean cut—the heir’s head tumbled from his shoulders as Shi Hao vanished.
**Boom!**
The treasure exploded, filling the area with blinding light. The Netherworld’s heir was no more.
“Grandfather, I’ll handle this!” Shi Hao charged toward the other foe.
The Great Demonic God had already engaged the Purple-Golden True Hou, preventing its escape.
**”Roar—!”**
The beast’s howl shook the earth.
In truth, Shi Hao’s heavenly passage had already enveloped the area, though its range limited its suppression. Now freed, he focused entirely on slaughtering the True Hou.
The Great Demonic God stepped back, yielding to his grandson.
The outcome was inevitable. No matter how the True Hou raged or what techniques it unleashed, it couldn’t break free. Shi Hao’s palm descended like a blade, severing its head.
Blood fountained. Another mighty pure-blooded divine beast had fallen.
Shi Hao revealed his true form. No witnesses could be left alive. Both elites had been eradicated.
“Good ingredients. Later, we’ll stew them in the cauldron—roast a few legs. A true delicacy!”
Grandfather and grandson were in perfect agreement. They stored the carcass.
Without delay, they pressed forward. The legacy site was opening—they couldn’t afford to let others claim it first.
“Kill!”
Ahead, chaos reigned. Divine beings clashed, first-generation prodigies dueled.
**”Boom!”**
Amid the fray, someone targeted Shi Hao. His gaze turned icy. Now, at the threshold of the legacy, he showed no mercy. He turned and pursued his attacker.
Anyone who struck at him now would die.
“You’re—?!” The Sun God Vine’s eyes widened in shock. He had ambushed Shi Hao, his innate black vine piercing through space. But as he closed in, disaster struck.
Shi Hao’s flesh glowed, runes manifesting. For the first time since arriving in the upper realm, he unleashed his divine ability—**Samsara!**
Though he had lost his Supreme Bone, he had memorized its runes, etching them into his flesh and soul. Now, facing a first-generation prodigy, he struck without hesitation.
In an instant, the vine withered and aged. Shi Hao’s palm descended, severing it.
**”Boom!”**
His Samsara power engulfed the Sun God Vine, causing it to decay rapidly.
The vine trembled. It had seen Qin Hao wield Samsara at the immortal pond and thought it terrifying.
But now, witnessing the real thing, it realized the true meaning of the term. Who was this man, to steal away its years?
“It’s you…” Realization dawned. The Sun God Vine’s ancestor had meddled in the lower realm’s affairs. It knew exactly who stood before it.
**Desolate.** The name confirmed everything.
The vine’s mind reeled. How was he still alive? How had he reached the upper realm?
**”Splat!”**
But it had no time to ponder. Shi Hao’s merciless palm struck, beheading it in one clean motion.
The corpse reverted to its true form—a golden vine, exuding a rich medicinal aroma.
Expressionless, Shi Hao stored it away.
Now, he had become a demon god incarnate. Alongside his grandfather, he carved a path of blood toward the core. Gods would be slain, Buddhas would fall—he would claim the Supreme Legacy at any cost!
Along the way, he sent two more first-generation prodigies to their deaths, their blood staining his hands.
Regrettably, their life talismans activated, sparing them true death as they reappeared at the secret realm’s exit.
Ahead, nine majestic purple mountains loomed, wreathed in mist, towering and eternal.
The legacy site had arrived!
“It’s you!”
At the foot of the purple mountains, after a fierce collision, the Sacred Feather Clan’s first-generation prodigy recoiled in shock. His opponent was none other than the Young Demon King.
Shi Hao grinned, his teeth gleaming white before he struck without mercy.
**”Boom!”**
Their wings clashed, blades of divine energy slashing at each other.
The Sacred Feather Clan’s elite paled. His sacred wings were damaged, blood dripping, while his foe’s remained unharmed—even exuding faint strands of chaotic energy.
“Kun Peng!”
He gritted his teeth, uttering the name with difficulty.
But knowing this secret meant death. There was no escape.
Shi Hao unleashed Samsara, sending the elite flying as his body rapidly aged.
A single wing-slash later, the elite was bisected diagonally—another first-generation prodigy fallen, his blood spraying into the air.
Bathed in the blood of prodigies, Shi Hao advanced, cold and unrelenting, toward the purple sacred mountain!
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