The True God Qixia was utterly incredulous. Her golden robe shimmered, silver hair billowing as she widened her eyes and trembled, murmuring, “How is this possible? How could he trigger the Immortal Scripture?!”
She found it hard to accept. Even the mightiest of her clan had failed to achieve this, yet a mere youth had managed to hear the chanting of the scripture—utterly unfathomable.
“Truly unexpected, but he is indeed comprehending the Dao. If not for the Immortal Linglong manifesting a scripture of the Great Dao, what other explanation could there be?” said Heavenly God Qi Tuo.
“Does he possess immortal energy, carrying undying matter?” Qixia asked, her expression shifting with intrigue.
By now, she had learned that the Immortal Linglong was a rare treasure beyond worldly measure. Valuing it with mortal standards would be futile—such a thing was unparalleled in all the world.
It did not record secret techniques itself, but it could inscribe the transformations of heaven and earth, revealing traces of the Great Dao. Thus, it could be called an Immortal Scripture.
Qi Tuo nodded, suspecting that Shi Hao might still harbor remnants of undying matter within him.
“Right now, the Immortal Linglong is either inscribing the Great Dao of this world or repairing some incomplete Dao techniques within this boy,” Heavenly God Qi Tuo concluded.
If it were the former, it would be easily understood—this was the true value of the Immortal Linglong. If the latter, it would mean Mo Xi possessed an unparalleled legacy, flawed but being restored.
Either way, it was of monumental significance, heralding the birth of a peerless divine technique!
“Just what is this guy’s background, to possess undying matter?” True God Qixia muttered to herself.
In contrast, Heavenly God Qi Tuo cared more about the outcome—the Dao Shi Hao was comprehending. If handed to the Celestial Clan, it would become an unparalleled inheritance!
“I still find it hard to grasp,” Qixia admitted, unable to fathom how a youth could have obtained immortal energy and undying matter.
“Nothing in this world is absolute. Perhaps it was merely a catalyst that led to this transformation, as the Flying Immortal Stone had already absorbed some undying matter long ago,” Qi Tuo mused, recalling fragments of the past.
“You mean…” Qixia inquired.
“Long ago, our clan had six Celestial Beings,” Qi Tuo said, half-closing his eyes as he reminisced about the ancient past—filled with nostalgia and regret.
The Celestial Clan had once reigned supreme in the Primordial Era, revered across the Three Thousand Prefectures as the Imperial Clan of the Upper Realm, ushering in an age of glory.
Qixia’s heart stirred. She had heard rumors about the fate of the six Celestial Beings—shrouded in mystery, unknown even to most of their clan.
Even True Gods could not fully discern how they had perished. It was a forbidden topic!
“At the peak of our power and glory, our clan stood unrivaled, supreme under the heavens,” Qi Tuo said, his eyes gleaming with longing for that era.
“Where did they go?” Qixia cautiously asked, seizing this rare opportunity to inquire about the six Celestial Beings.
Qi Tuo sighed softly. “In the end, all six ventured into the vast, uninhabited regions. They were gone for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years—and five of them never returned.”
This was the reason for the Celestial Clan’s decline. Had the six Celestial Beings remained, they would still reign as the Imperial Clan of the Upper Realm!
Qixia trembled. So this was how the ancient ancestors of their clan had vanished!
Of the six supreme beings who had ascended from humanity to divinity, only one returned alive—and he refused to speak of the calamities that had befallen them in the uninhabited lands.
“Back then, they carried the Immortal Linglong deep into the boundless forbidden zone and discovered traces of undying matter,” Qi Tuo revealed, unveiling the forgotten past.
Qixia was shaken. The ambitions of those six Celestial Beings had been immense.
Yet, five perished, and only one returned. It was a terrifying outcome. Back then, those six had roamed the world, crushing all foes—only to meet such an end.
It was said that the combined Three Thousand Prefectures accounted for less than a tenth of the Upper Realm’s territory, while the vast uninhabited regions spanned over ninety percent—a staggering thought.
What lay in those unknown lands? No one could say.
“The Flying Immortal Stone is of monumental importance—it can forge an unparalleled Immortal Scripture. He must remain with our clan,” Qi Tuo declared, snapping back to the present.
The disappearance of five Celestial Beings had allowed the Immortal Linglong to absorb fragments of undying matter. Though incomplete, it had now been successfully triggered—this opportunity could not be wasted.
Qixia understood. They could not let Shi Hao leave.
Shi Hao had been secretly appointed as the guardian of this generation, though the news had not been made public due to the immense implications. The Celestial Clan had reservations.
Yet, his situation had rapidly improved. He was now guarded by specialists, free to focus on comprehending the Dao.
Over these days, Shi Hao reaped immense benefits. A hazy light emanated from the Flying Immortal Stone, flowing through his arm and illuminating his body, manifesting runes.
Moreover, the resonant tones of the Great Dao echoed like sacred bells in his ears, aiding his enlightenment.
With the Flying Immortal Stone’s help, the runes within him grew clearer, each mastered one by one. Yet, it was no instantaneous feat—his Supreme Bone was long gone.
During this process, Shi Hao introspected, carefully observing the changes within himself. What was different? Why could he resonate with the Flying Immortal Stone’s power?
He realized it was likely due to his exposure to the Immortal Tomb and the two golden pages of the Thunder Emperor. The residual immortal aura within him had stirred the Flying Immortal Stone’s latent power.
Soon, this session of enlightenment ended, and he released the stone.
Manjusaka and Fu Qu appeared, their exquisite faces etched with reluctance. Attending to this fellow was the last thing they wanted.
“Here’s the menu. What do you need?” Manjusaka asked flatly.
“A hundred pounds of dragon liver, three plates of phoenix marrow,” Shi Hao teased.
“You!” Fu Qu glared at him, finding him increasingly detestable—always provoking them.
The Celestial Clan had prepared an astonishing menu for Shi Hao—precious medicines, spiritual elixirs—any one of which would be priceless in the outside world, all to aid his enlightenment.
For instance, the Purple Mansion Elixir could cleanse the divine soul and purify the flesh—a transcendent treasure beyond the reach of ordinary folk.
The ingredients were all condensed from spiritual herbs and potent flesh medicines. A single meal of his would shock the world with its staggering value.
“What’s so great about this thick-skinned guy, to warrant such favor from Heavenly God Qi Tuo?” Manjusaka grumbled inwardly, even she was stunned by the lavish spread.
Take that bowl of soup—it contained a segment of a sacred herb, boiled into a radiant paste.
Normally, only Heavenly Gods in seclusion enjoyed such treatment.
Shi Hao couldn’t bring himself to smile. Though the Celestial Clan had been “worshipping” him these past days, who knew when his identity would be exposed? The future was unpredictable.
“When are we going to become Dao companions?” He glanced at the two, deliberately teasing.
The girls paled, wishing they could flee Sky City. The thought of being forced to marry this most hateful youth was their worst nightmare.
Thus, for several days, Shi Hao lived in luxury—cultivating with the Immortal Linglong, accompanied by the Celestial Clan’s twin jewels—like a top-tier prodigal.
“How can I leave?” In private, Shi Hao sighed, at a loss for solutions.
In Sky City, young Celestials envied him, having caught wind of the rumors.
“Did you hear? That guy who lifted the Flying Immortal Stone is now treated like a treasure, feasting on divine medicines.”
“Ugh, if that were all, fine—but our clan’s twin jewels have been taken into his chambers, becoming his playthings! Heaven’s justice is blind!”
“What? Say that again! How dare he defile our fairies!”
The city erupted in arguments—young Celestial warriors clashing fiercely.
“Every word I say is true. Manjusaka and Fu Qu are living in his residence. Go see for yourselves if you don’t believe me.”
The news was explosive!
The Celestial Clan valuing Mo Xi, granting him treasures and enlightenment—that was acceptable. But this outcome enraged the younger generation.
That day, the news spread like wildfire, throwing the youth into chaos.
“Our clan’s peerless beauties, claimed by an outsider?”
“Heavens, strike me down with lightning! What’s left to live for? This is too much!”
Outside, uproar reigned.
“My lady, bad news—someone’s slandering you!” A maid rushed in.
“Who? Who dares?” Manjusaka demanded.
“Just walk outside and you’ll see,” the maid dared not say more.
Manjusaka and Fu Qu stepped into the streets, instantly causing a commotion as young warriors swarmed them.
Soon, they learned the truth—humiliated and furious. Their reputations were in tatters, the subject of everyone’s gossip.
“Manjusaka, don’t fear! Just an outsider—we’ll drive him out! Sky City won’t tolerate his tyranny!”
“Fu Qu, I’ll fight for you! I’ll chase that scoundrel away! I… I won’t hold it against you!”
Hearing this, the two beauties were mortified. The more they listened, the worse it sounded, their faces darkening.
Finally, livid, they stormed off.
Clearly, this was deliberate—they had incited the crowd, hoping to turn them against Shi Hao. Half their plan had succeeded.
Sure enough, the mob surged toward the azure lake, surrounding Shi Hao’s residence.
“You tyrant! Release our clan’s jewels!”
“How dare you strut around Sky City? Even if you’re from an imperial clan, we won’t yield!”
Baffled, Shi Hao was disturbed mid-cultivation. Emerging, he faced thousands of young Celestials, feeling utterly wronged.
“Get out of Sky City! You don’t belong here!”
“What right do you have to bully our clan? I challenge you—let’s end this!”
Shi Hao listened, then smirked at them all.
“What’s it to you if I’m with my Dao companions?”
That single line ignited the powder keg. Many lunged forward, ready to beat him down.
Noticing Manjusaka and Fu Qu’s smug smiles, Shi Hao realized they’d orchestrated this. He strode toward them.
“Manjusaka, Fu Qu, come here. Don’t strain yourselves—ignore these fools. Let’s go back and rest.”
Silence fell. Every young Celestial gaped—shocked, despondent, then despairing.
“You bastard!” they roared, chaos erupting.
Manjusaka and Fu Qu shrieked. This scoundrel had ruined them—no explanation would suffice now.
They protested, but their voices drowned in the uproar. Humiliated and furious, they wished they could bite Shi Hao to death.
Shi Hao moved like a ghost, seizing and dragging them away. They couldn’t resist—his cultivation surpassed theirs.
The mob surged, ready to attack.
Then True God Qixia appeared, bellowing, quelling the crowd and ordering them to disperse.
But the storm wouldn’t die. All day, geniuses emerged, challenging Mo Xi to duels.
Shi Hao tossed the Flying Immortal Stone by the lake. “Lift this first, then challenge me. Otherwise, leave me in peace.”
“So arrogant!” they fumed, but none could lift it.
That day, Manjusaka and Fu Qu nearly spat blood, lunging at Shi Hao—only to be subdued, cementing his tyrant reputation.
“We won’t accept this! We demand to see the Heavenly Gods!”
“Ancestors, emerge and uphold justice!”
That day, the clamor reached its peak.
Unexpectedly, all the Heavenly Gods emerged simultaneously!
Yun Xi and the others had finished fusing with the Destiny Stone, no longer needing protection.
Shi Hao sighed. The inevitable had arrived.
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