The mountains were teeming with figures, shadows flickering as countless people arrived, all trembling in unison.
Voices roared in excitement, the clamor deafening, echoing through the peaks and soaring into the heavens. The battle had been too shocking to comprehend.
Golden arcs of lightning still lingered in the sky, while the ground was splattered with vivid, crimson blood—a sight that chilled the soul.
Even without witnessing the moment Yu Lun was slain, the sheer might of that final spear strike had seared itself into everyone’s minds, unforgettable even years later.
A single spear pierced the heavens, impaling one of the Six Heroes mid-flight, blood raining down in a brutal execution.
How terrifying was that?
The youth on the mountain never moved, never descended, never engaged in a bloody struggle—yet the battle ended just like that.
**Peerless!**
Some trembled, unwilling to admit it, yet unable to suppress their awe. The heir of the Supreme Dao Field was transcendent, fearsome to the point of reverence.
Chaos erupted in the mountains. Students of the Celestial Immortal Academy and disciples of other great sects were in an uproar, unable to remain calm.
*Clink!*
A crisp sound, like metal striking stone.
On the mountain, a crimson bone fragment fell—a remnant of Yu Lun’s shattered body. Half a foot long, glowing red, its runes concealed within.
Shi Hao’s pupils contracted. This thing was unsettling, far from ordinary.
**”A Heavenly Deity Talisman!”** he finally recognized. A secret treasure, a weapon of terrifying lethality—capable of threatening even True Gods if unleashed.
Yu Lun had been too arrogant, wielding his halberd, charging through the skies to slay Shi Hao before his mount. He never got the chance to activate this talisman.
Shi Hao picked it up, studying it closely.
Red as jade, palm-sized, densely layered with symbols carved into the bone, exuding an eerie aura.
Yu Lun was no simple figure, favored by a Heavenly Deity to possess such a deadly artifact. Most would have perished facing it.
But Shi Hao was unafraid. He had a protective talisman of his own, though using it would likely drain its power—a troublesome cost.
*”You were truly unlucky, too proud to even use this. Your arrogance was your downfall.”* He pocketed the crimson talisman.
*”Is it really over?”*
Long after, many still couldn’t believe it. Yu Lun, so mighty, soaring through the skies, merging with his mount, radiant with sacred light—only to be skewered by a single spear!
At the mountain gate, the youth’s golden armor faded, his demeanor gentle and serene once more. Handsome and ethereal, it was hard to imagine he had unleashed such a world-shaking strike.
His presence left an indelible impression—brilliant as a war god in battle, aloof and untouchable; tranquil as a maiden in stillness, graceful and untethered.
*”Two of the Six Heroes dead in an instant, slain in mere moments… This will shake the heavens, an event that will reverberate across the land!”*
Someone spoke, their face pale.
Now, everyone realized—though the battle had ended, its repercussions were only beginning. A storm was brewing.
Would the Celestial Clan accept this? Two of their finest heirs, lost in a single stroke. This would not end peacefully.
Especially now, with the Celestial Clan already plagued by misfortune—humiliated by the appearance of “Huang,” their reputation in tatters. They would surely erupt in fury.
*”A former imperial clan, yet plagued by disaster after disaster. They will be furious!”*
*”The Celestial Clan is truly unlucky—first challenged by Huang, now this ‘Great Senior Brother’ slays their elites…”*
Whispers spread, many noting the Celestial Clan’s recent streak of misfortune.
Some sighed. After all, they were but a shadow of their former imperial glory, no longer able to dominate the world as they once had.
Soon, the news spread far and wide.
*”What? Yu Lun is dead?!”*
At the Celestial Immortal Academy, jaws dropped. The white-robed genius had ridden out not long ago, boasting of returning victorious—only to leave his head behind.
*”Impossible!”* The Celestial Clan’s members shot to their feet, eyes blazing with fury at the messenger.
Not just Yu Lun—another of the Six Heroes had fallen, impaled mid-air by a spear. The academy erupted in shock, all clans stunned.
A tempest had begun.
*”Quick, inform Brother You Yu! Stop his discussion with Feng Wu about the Immortal’s legacy!”*
The academy buzzed with chaos as factions scrambled for details.
At the overgrown mountain gate, Shi Hao gazed downward, murmuring, *”I can almost feel the Celestial Clan’s elders grieving. The Six Heroes are no more.”*
Hearts pounded. This decrepit sect, once reviled, now birthed such a figure.
A storm was coming.
Not just the Celestial Clan—other great sects would surely descend upon this place.
*”He… doesn’t seem like a villain. So refined, so gentle. How could he have such a foul reputation?”*
A female student whispered.
*”His sect bears the infamy, not him. He himself has done no great evil.”*
—
**Deep in the Fire Grasslands.**
A pure white unicorn drank from a newly formed lake—a divine mine destroyed by the rain, its remnants glowing within the waters.
A True God, watching the auspicious beast, recalled something and reported to Heavenly Deity Mo Luo.
*”My lord, there is a Heavenly Deity-level unicorn in these grasslands, ruling over wild steeds and mounts.”*
*”Your point?”* Mo Luo’s voice was icy.
*”They say this unicorn has grown a jade horn of spiritual perception. If we enlist its aid, we might uncover clues.”*
Mo Luo paused, then nodded. *”Who else in these grasslands is worth consulting?”*
*”An old wolf, also a Heavenly Deity, leads countless grassland wolves. If we can persuade him, we may track down Huang.”*
But the wolf was temperamental, cruel, and unpredictable.
*”Good. We shall visit both. Whatever the cost, that boy must not live another day!”* Mo Luo’s voice was frigid.
Even two Heavenly Deities were unsettled. The Guardian’s choice to sacrifice his remaining lifespan for divination meant one thing—he had foreseen a dire future, one where Shi Hao posed an unimaginable threat.
How could a mere youth frighten even a dying taboo existence?
The two Heavenly Deities set out—first to the Unicorn’s sacred mountain, then to the Wolf’s den.
The grassland wolves were a terrifying force, numbering from the lowest wild beasts to True God-level existences. A horde none dared provoke.
*”My lord, the unicorn’s insight and the wolves’ tracking may indeed lead us to Huang!”*
Within half a day, a report came.
*”Where is the target?”*
Space around the two Heavenly Deities cracked with black fissures as their expressions hardened.
*”Not deep in the grasslands. We must turn back!”*
The wolves had caught traces of Shi Hao’s path, while the unicorn’s horn confirmed the direction.
The Celestial Clan began their retreat, weaving a net to ensnare Shi Hao. They had to act before the Guardian arrived—or face catastrophe.
Thus, the storm shifted from the Fire Grasslands toward the Celestial Immortal Prefecture.
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**Celestial Immortal Academy.**
You Yu was alerted, his gaze icy as he stared at his clansmen, silent for a long time.
*”We tried to stop Yu Lun, but he wouldn’t listen!”* someone said, trembling.
*”Fools. Disgrace. If he had succeeded, fine—but to fail so utterly, tarnishing our clan’s name!”* You Yu’s voice was frosty.
He had warned them—this was a time of turmoil. Recklessness only invited disaster.
Yet it had happened anyway.
*”Do not blame them. That so-called ‘Great Senior Brother’ was too arrogant. Yu Lun was young and proud—how could he tolerate our clansmen being humiliated?”* An elder interceded.
*”I intended to face Huang, but now I must deal with some broken sect’s disciple.”* You Yu’s purple hair shimmered, his stature imposing, eyes blazing like divine lamps.
He had no choice now. If the Celestial Clan couldn’t even suppress a disciple of a ruined sect, what right had they to call themselves imperial?
The shame was already carved. Only by crushing that mountain gate could they reclaim their dignity.
Otherwise, relying on True Gods to clean up their mess would only deepen their disgrace.
But You Yu would not go alone. Given his and Yun Xi’s fusion with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, the clan’s future rested on them. Guards would follow.
The news sent the academy into an uproar.
The Celestial Clan’s top young expert was moving—to the Supreme Dao Field, to face the Great Senior Brother!
Not just him—the remaining Heroes would join, marching together to that crumbling sect.
The implications were immense. You Yu was a prodigy among prodigies—a Primordial, fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, his veins flowing with imperial blood!
*”A major event! You Yu is taking action—he will crush the Great Senior Brother!”*
Like a hurricane, the news swept through the academy.
Beyond it, students rushed to inform their clans via teleportation arrays. A battle between young supremes was not to be missed.
Especially for those aiming for the grand tournament of the three thousand provinces—understanding such figures was crucial.
This was a rare opportunity.
Other prodigies would come. Other young supremes would gather to witness this clash.
*”Will the Celestial Clan in the Fire Grasslands hear of this? How will they react?”*
Indeed, the storm was shifting—from the Fire Grasslands to the Celestial Immortal Prefecture!
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