“The Thunder Secret Scroll lies deep within!” Shi Hao remained composed, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
The ancient hall was vast and boundless, filled with chaotic mist, as if they had arrived at the edge of the world.
Here, one could sense the aura of time, as if traveling against the river of ages, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties and countless races, all eventually fading into silent nothingness.
Not far ahead, a silver metal stele hovered in the void, wrapped in chaos and gleaming brilliantly. Only two words were inscribed upon it: **Armory Tomb!**
The so-called Armory Tomb was an ancient grave, with crystal as its burial soil, interring a single artifact—a set of armor. The armor was pale blue, dull and covered in cracks, devoid of any luster.
“What kind of treasure is this?” Shi Hao was astonished. Though he couldn’t sense its power, his instincts told him it was extraordinary.
“This—this is **Sky-Fracture Stone**! A divine material refined into armor. Such a treasure is peerless!” The Great Demonic God’s sharp eyes recognized the material.
“Sky-Fracture Stone? The legendary material said to mend the heavens and refine the azure sky? A supreme immortal treasure?” The little rabbit’s eyes widened, gleaming like crimson rubies.
Shi Hao was stunned. This material was exceedingly rare. Though called a “stone,” it resembled more of a blue metal—a divine treasure for refining artifacts.
Alas, it was far too scarce. Throughout history, only a handful had ever been discovered. It was said to be capable of repairing the heavens, a sacred relic of the ages.
And here, there was actually a set of armor forged from it. Truly, the Yuan Tian Supreme was extraordinary.
“Can we take it?” The little rabbit’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she hopped around the crystal grave.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God exchanged glances, their hearts stirred, ready to make a move.
But the clever rabbit was faster—with a *whoosh*, she spat out a streak of white light, snatching it first.
*Ssssh!*
Suddenly, a scorpion’s stinger, trailing a streak of azure light, shot forth with terrifying speed. The Heavenly Scorpion, which had once slain a First-Generation, had appeared, aiming straight for the Lunar Jade Rabbit.
Shi Hao acted swiftly, charging toward the crystal grave.
*Clang!*
A halberd swept through the air, gleaming with a cold radiance. The heir of the Immortal Palace, majestic and imposing, swung his weapon to block Shi Hao’s path.
*Dang!*
Shi Hao activated his alchemy furnace, and the two collided with a deafening tremor that shook the soul.
In an instant, others appeared, all rushing toward the Armory Tomb.
The heir of the Immortal Palace wore the Feather Immortal Armor, radiating light as if ascending to immortality, enveloped in a rain of brilliance. He wielded the Void Halberd with divine might.
Beside him was the Moon Fairy, her white robes fluttering, her grace unparalleled. The two arrived together.
Zhen Gu, Qing Xian, Lightning Child, Teng Yi—all had appeared. Moreover, there were the Purple-Heaven Centipede, Golden Elephant, and Jade Mantis—these were deities!
The moment they entered, battle erupted.
*Boom!*
A golden lamp hovered, unleashing endless flames. A young man launched indiscriminate attacks, covering everyone in an attempt to seize the Sky-Fracture Stone armor.
The crowd retaliated, unleashing their divine techniques. In an instant, lightning crackled, and radiant light filled the air.
“Companion for life, bound till the end.” These words appeared on the silver stele, revealing the armor’s origin—it was the battle garb of the Yuan Tian Supreme, buried here.
Moreover, smaller inscriptions detailed a secret from the past.
The reason the Yuan Tian Supreme underwent nirvana was due to a battle in the Forbidden Zone, where he encountered mysterious beings. Barely surviving, he had no choice but to enter nirvana.
Yet, even then, he failed to recover and ultimately perished.
Everyone was shocked. The Yuan Tian Supreme had once dominated the Upper Realm, unrivaled across three thousand provinces. That he had fallen due to such hidden circumstances was astonishing.
Silence fell. This was a supreme being of antiquity, a figure whose brilliance illuminated past and present—yet he had met such an end.
*Ssssh!*
Suddenly, countless rays of light burst forth, and the tomb expanded. Around it appeared nine sets of armor—no more, no less.
The silver stele bore another inscription: The Yuan Tian Supreme’s battle garb was damaged and would remain buried with him. However, he had left behind the other sets of armor he collected in his prime, awaiting those fated to inherit them.
The crowd’s eyes burned with greed. These were all priceless treasures. Everyone lunged forward, fighting to claim them.
Yet, the armors radiated divine might, blazing like suns, each possessing sentience. Together, they formed an impenetrable barrier.
“Kill!”
The battle intensified as everyone used their treasures to suppress the armors. But these were **Celestial God-level** armors—far beyond their current strength.
These were the armors the Yuan Tian Supreme had collected in his prime, meaning he had already reached the Celestial God realm by then!
The crowd was speechless. None could subdue even a single set. Each was beyond their capabilities.
“There’s divine material too!” someone shouted, abandoning the armor to rush toward the ground, scrambling for the treasures.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God were exasperated. The Yuan Tian Supreme’s trial was absurd—these armors clearly had no intention of leaving. Only brute force could subdue them, but who here was capable?
They too turned to search for divine materials. Shi Hao discovered a tattered, rusted, and hole-riddled set of armor—likely the tenth set meant to hover in the void.
He tried to pick it up, only for flakes of rust to crumble away.
Those who had been eyeing it immediately lost interest upon seeing its condition.
“Why would this junk be placed here?” Shi Hao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. A slight shake sent more rust cascading down—utterly ridiculous.
The little rabbit crouched on the ground, laughing so hard her ruby-like eyes narrowed into crescents, her tiny legs trembling with mirth.
“Hand it over!”
The heir of the Immortal Palace barked, swinging his halberd toward Shi Hao, his gaze fixed on the armor, unwilling to overlook anything.
“Piss off!”
Shi Hao was furious. Being mocked by a rabbit was one thing, but being challenged by an enemy? He immediately activated his alchemy furnace, unleashing lightning in an indiscriminate attack, igniting the battlefield.
Originally, he had considered discarding the armor—now, he stashed it away, refusing to let the Immortal Palace heir inspect it.
*Boom!*
Their clash shook the entire Armory Tomb.
Suddenly, the sound of the Great Dao resonated. From within the chaotic mist ahead, someone began reciting scriptures, their voice reverberating.
The fighting ceased as everyone rushed forward, arriving at the deepest part—a golden dais, grand and magnificent, radiant and dazzling, encircled by chaos.
It was like a mountain, towering and immense.
Around the golden dais were hundreds of meditation cushions, allowing many to sit and listen to the scriptures.
The crowd surged forward, puzzled. No matter how they listened, they couldn’t grasp the true meaning—only faintly sensing it was an ancient supreme scripture.
*Plop!*
The little rabbit, fearless, hopped onto a cushion. At first, she seemed relaxed, but soon her expression turned solemn—as if she had entered a state of enlightenment.
The others, all extraordinary individuals, immediately sensed something and took their seats.
“Hmm, scriptures!”
They were astonished to hear an ancient, cryptic scripture—undoubtedly a supreme art.
Soon, they understood. To comprehend the Yuan Tian Supreme’s Great Dao and enter his legacy, one had to first grasp the foundational chapter. Those who succeeded could ascend the golden dais to obtain the complete scripture.
Moreover, even if one couldn’t reach the summit, each step upward granted a portion of the scripture.
All the First-Generation talents and deities focused intently. Soon, people began rising one after another, exchanging glances—realizing the foundational chapter posed little challenge to them, their differences minimal.
*Boom!*
As someone began ascending the golden mountain, an immense pressure descended, suffocating them all.
Everyone moved. Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God advanced step by step, enduring the pressure while meditating on the scriptures.
This place was fraught with danger—not only the overwhelming pressure but also the battles between individuals. The First-Generation talents and the formidable beings of the secret realm all struck.
*Boom!*
Teng Yi of the Firegold Clan formed a seal, summoning a radiant treasure vase above his head, unleashing divine might as he clashed with the Lightning Child.
“Kill!”
The young heir of the Immortal Palace and the golden lamp-wielding youth—rivals of equal strength—roared as they engaged in fierce combat.
*Splat!*
In an instant, the heir’s shoulder was pierced, blood flowing despite his Feather Immortal Armor. The youth had blown on the lamp’s flame, shattering his opponent’s protective runes!
Yet the heir’s halberd descended simultaneously, its mournful wail splitting the youth’s palm, blood dripping.
All were locked in battle—even the Moon Fairy and the Witch were wounded in their duel.
*Ssssh!*
A blue scorpion tail lashed toward Shi Hao’s back. Without hesitation, he grabbed his alchemy furnace, aiming to trap it inside.
The furnace’s mouth expanded, but the Heavenly Scorpion—a powerful deity—retreated swiftly, abandoning the attack.
The golden dais was vast, but with so many climbing, clashes were inevitable. Soon, the Golden Luan and Shi Hao met, neither willing to yield.
*Ssssh!*
Shi Hao held nothing back, infusing his strikes with the power of the Kunpeng.
*Splat!*
After a hundred exchanges, the Golden Luan let out a shrill cry as Shi Hao’s bone blade severed its head, sending its body tumbling off the dais.
Fortunately, its life talisman remained, carrying it away.
The battlefield was chaotic—meditating, climbing, and fighting all at once.
*Splat!*
The Golden Elephant, wounded and bloodied, crashed near Shi Hao. Enraged, it attacked him and the Great Demonic God.
Another melee ensued. With a *thud*, Shi Hao drove his bone blade into its forehead. The divine blade shattered, but the Golden Elephant roared, collapsing in a spray of blood—dead.
The golden dais was a scene of carnage. Unable to fly under the immense pressure, many fell in battle.
Suddenly, a blinding crimson light forced Shi Hao to shut his eyes—a formidable foe had arrived, wielding an impossibly sharp weapon.
*Splat!*
They brushed past each other, blood spraying.
Shi Hao turned—it was Zhen Gu, a golden-winged spirit warrior. In his left hand was a crimson spear, the very weapon that had pierced Shi Hao’s palm.
Zhen Gu, born clutching coagulated blood, was a fearsome First-Generation. His blood had transformed into a spear said to pierce anything.
“Truly worthy of your reputation,” Shi Hao muttered.
They clashed again.
*Splat!*
This time, Zhen Gu bled as Shi Hao tore off a section of his golden wing.
They separated.
Shi Hao’s gaze darkened. This opponent was severely underestimated—surpassing the Netherworld Prince, Golden Luan, and others. A single misstep could be fatal.
*Whoosh!*
Though wounded, Zhen Gu retreated, choosing another path upward. Clearly, he recognized Shi Hao’s strength and avoided a death match.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao’s eyes turned icy as he encountered a disciple of the Demon Sunflower Garden—a tall First-Generation with flowing hair and dark, piercing eyes.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao held no goodwill toward the Netherworld, Demon Sunflower Garden, or Celestial Court. He struck without mercy.
The opponent was formidable, summoning a black sun that distorted space, nearly wounding Shi Hao.
*Boom!*
Yet, he was no match. Shi Hao’s fist reduced him to bloody mist.
This was a path drenched in blood.
The Great Demonic God and the Lunar Jade Rabbit, both bloodied, fought their way upward, forming a pincer with Shi Hao as they neared the summit.
Finally, they reached the top—but the pressure intensified. Only now did they see the dais covered in dense runes.
At the center was a cushion holding a bone scripture, its surface covered in intricate green runes.
This was the Yuan Tian Supreme’s legacy!
Shi Hao’s gaze sharpened. Beneath the cushion lay what he sought—a golden page, faintly pulsing.
Not just him—the Immortal Palace heir, the golden lamp youth, the chubby Cao Yusheng, Zhen Gu—all who survived had arrived.
“Whoever proves strongest shall claim the scripture!” the Immortal Palace heir declared coldly.
“Then you’re out!” Shi Hao stepped forward, facing him directly. Now was not the time for humility.
“You dare address me thus?” The heir’s hair flowed wildly, his eyes icy as his halberd pointed at Shi Hao’s brow.
“You’re nothing!” Shi Hao retorted, striding forward to meet him.
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