Chapter 773:

“Hurry up, or we’ll be too late! I don’t want to miss this battle!”

At the Celestial Immortal Academy, warships soared through the skies, and mounts roared as they sped into the distance.

Countless people set off, rushing toward the Supreme Battlefield.

“Come on, sisters! If we miss this fight, it’ll be such a shame!” A group of stunning young women moved together, drawing many gazes.

“Are they insane? Those are the beauties from the Top Charm Rankings! Even they can’t stay calm and are rushing to watch!” people exclaimed in shock.

At this moment, the Celestial Immortal Academy was in chaos. News had spread, and everyone was moving, charging toward the now-desolate mountain range.

In fact, it wasn’t just them—even sects from Fire Province, Kun Province, and beyond had activated their teleportation arrays upon hearing the news, rushing over at top speed.

Even distant great sects had their prodigies on the move!

Netherworld of the Celestial Clan, a peerless genius hailed as the strongest young expert of his race, had long been crowned as a supreme prodigy, dominating over a dozen provinces without a single defeat!

And these were his achievements before fusing with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone. Just how strong he was now remained a mystery.

Thus, everyone was eager to witness his performance, hoping to glean some insight. Any prodigy aiming for supremacy in the three thousand provinces had to understand him—he was an insurmountable mountain in their path!

“Has Netherworld achieved perfect evolution?” someone murmured.

“He must have partially evolved, making him even stronger. But perfection isn’t instantaneous—it’s a long process. The more time passes, the more terrifying he’ll become!”

Clearly, these were the analyses of elite disciples from great sects. They had some understanding of the Heaven’s Mandate Stone and were deeply wary of Netherworld.

From the Celestial Immortal Academy to the Supreme Battlefield, the path was crowded with cultivators, all hurrying forward—some flying, others riding war chariots, and massive ships streaking across the sky.

To an outsider, it might seem like a grand battle between deities or even sect masters was about to unfold, drawing spectators from all directions.

In reality, this was merely a duel between two Sovereigns—yet the commotion was so immense that countless beings had followed to witness it.

The journey was swift, with many cultivators panting heavily upon arrival, relieved they hadn’t missed the battle—it hadn’t even started yet!

Upon reaching the site, everyone was stunned. The sheer number of beings was overwhelming—humans, rocs, lion-dragons, tree spirits, winged tribes, spirit clans—stretching as far as the eye could see.

Every peak, every vantage point was occupied, packed with eager spectators.

Of course, humans made up the majority, given their sheer numbers.

“So many people! Even some old-timers are here—where did they come from?”

“Shh! Those are the academy’s elders. A few are at the True God Realm. Offend them, and you’ll regret it.”

Soon, people noticed more unfamiliar yet powerful figures arriving.

“Those are from the Glyph Clan—they’re from two provinces away! How did they get here so fast? Someone must have sent word through an altar, and they teleported over!”

Nearby stood beings with dragon-like bodies and clam shells, exuding terrifying auras. One among them even carried a trace of true dragon energy.

“A prodigy! The Glyph Clan’s young supreme has arrived!” people gasped, realizing he was here to gauge Netherworld’s strength.

**Boom!**

The void split open as a group of figures emerged, each radiating divine light and inscribed with bone runes.

“Void-Rending Demon Butterflies!”

Someone sucked in a cold breath, recognizing the creatures instantly.

They weren’t large—only a meter or two long—but their shimmering, patterned wings struck fear into hearts. These butterflies were infamous, their reputation earned through bloodshed.

A pure-blooded Void-Rending Demon Butterfly, at its peak, could supposedly split the heavens with a single flap of its wings.

Among the dozen butterflies, one stood out—its body radiant with holy light, a fearsome horn on its head, and phoenix plumes at its tail.

The crowd was dumbfounded. Was this still a Void-Rending Demon Butterfly?

“A mutated variant, with noble bloodline—one of the strongest prodigies! To think we’d see such a form!”

The clan was domineering. Upon receiving the news, they had activated a massive teleportation array to arrive instantly.

It was astonishing. The battle hadn’t even begun, yet extraordinary beings had already gathered to observe.

The area was overgrown with wild grass and ancient trees, but the desolation couldn’t mask the towering majesty of the mountains ahead. Wisps of auspicious energy rose from the peaks, cliffs, and rubble.

The mountain was eerily silent, its ruined archway collapsed, leaving only half standing—proof that a sect had once thrived here.

The Celestial Clan’s experts had arrived early, standing together as they stared at the mountain gate, their expressions grim.

“Where’s Netherworld? Which one is he? I’ve heard he surpasses his generation—what does he look like?”

Many were curious, scanning the crowd, but none could spot him.

“Huh? Netherworld isn’t here. Is he not in the group?” someone wondered.

“Who’s that woman? She’s breathtakingly beautiful!” Many gasped, spotting Yun Xi among the Celestial Clan.

She was impossible to ignore—tall, with lustrous violet hair cascading to her waist like silk. Her skin was flawless, her eyes like autumn water, her lips cherry-red. Though she wore no smile, her presence was captivating.

“That’s Yun Xi, the Celestial Clan’s jewel. Rumor says she’s from the lower realm and has fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, becoming their brightest star.”

Hearing this, the crowd sighed. As the Celestial Clan’s gem, fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, she was undoubtedly off-limits to outsiders.

Especially with a prodigy like Netherworld around—the clan would likely pair them to strengthen their bloodline.

**Awooo—**

A golden whirlwind appeared on the horizon, snapping ancient trees and sending boulders flying. A golden-haired youth emerged, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s, his aura overwhelming.

“The Golden Wolf from Fire Province’s grasslands—a prodigy!” someone exclaimed.

**Boom!**

From another direction, purple qi surged as a coldly beautiful woman stepped out of the void, a divine sword on her back. She had used a rare teleportation talisman to arrive.

This shocked everyone. Such talismans were precious, capable of crossing provinces. Who would waste one just to watch a battle?

“That’s the Sword Palace’s Holy Maiden—the one who astounds immortals with a single stroke, undefeated across ten provinces!”

The crowd erupted in awe as someone recognized her.

Next came a crimson-haired youth, barely in his twenties, with blood-red wings on his back and an aura of slaughter.

His presence was terrifying, as if he’d stepped out of hell, making those nearby shudder.

“That’s the Blood Sea’s Young Master! He’s from over a hundred provinces away—how did he get here?” an elder muttered.

“Fire Province is rich in divine materials and ancient flames. He’s probably here to train and stumbled upon this duel,” another elder reasoned.

They warned their disciples to remember these talents—they were destined to shine in the upcoming three thousand provinces’ war.

“Those daring to probe Netherworld’s strength must be formidable themselves!”

The Golden Wolf, the Glyph Clan’s prodigy, the Void-Rending Demon Butterfly, the Sword Palace’s Holy Maiden, the Blood Sea’s Young Master—these were all supreme talents, standing out like beacons.

Others included Mu Zi Xiao and Zuo Xiao Di from Divine Cliff Academy, Feng Wu and Qing Yi from Celestial Immortal Academy—gathering of elites, a convergence of geniuses.

“Wait—Netherworld is there!”

Suddenly, people noticed something amiss near the mountain gate—a terrifying aura was emanating from the ruins.

Only then did they spot a figure standing amidst the weeds, his back to the crowd, facing the broken mountain gate.

Netherworld.

Tall and imposing, his violet hair flowing, he exuded an insurmountable pressure.

“Come out and fight!” His voice was magnetic, cold, and piercing.

**Boom!**

Boulders exploded, rubble surged, forming a terrifying domain.

The crowd was stunned. Netherworld was taking this seriously—no carelessness. Was he going all out against the fallen sect’s heir?

Though the “Eldest Brother” was known to be formidable, even bizarre, everyone believed Netherworld would prevail.

Yet the scene before them made them reconsider—was this going to be an evenly matched battle?

“Don’t tell me the Eldest Brother is so freakish that even Netherworld has to go all out—that’s absurd!”

“Indeed, how is he this strong?”

Some scoffed. “What do you know? Netherworld always fights seriously—he never underestimates an opponent.”

This eased many minds. Netherworld had the right to act as the lion; the Eldest Brother was likely the underdog.

Footsteps echoed as a handsome youth appeared—the Eldest Brother. Many were seeing him for the first time and were shocked by his youth.

Compared to other prodigies, this boy, not even eighteen, seemed tender, his eyes crystal-clear.

Yet no one dared underestimate him. He had slain Yu Lun of the Celestial Clan with a single spear thrust—that alone marked him as terrifying.

“Over here!” Shi Hao called, leaping to a distant peak, unwilling to let the battle destroy the Supreme Battlefield.

**Boom!**

Netherworld followed, attacking instantly. Five divine mountains descended from his palm, sealing the void.

This was the Five Mountains Seal, a supreme divine ability from the Western Sect. The crowd was stunned—Netherworld knew it too?

The technique required mastery of earth and space to manifest mountains capable of crushing deities.

Yet Shi Hao stood firm, raising a single fist.

**Boom!**

The mountains shattered.

The crowd gasped. To break the Five Mountains Seal with a single punch—how monstrous was he?

**Roar!**

Beastly howls shook the heavens as Netherworld unleashed the Ten Thousand Beasts Fist, summoning phantom beasts—divine dragons, qilins, white tigers—all charging forth.

Shi Hao remained unmoved, weathering the onslaught.

Netherworld’s eyes gleamed. These long-range attacks were meant to test Shi Hao’s famed immunity to magic. Yet even now, they failed to subdue the Eldest Brother.

After a barrage, the battlefield was awash with runes.

Then Netherworld lunged like a demon god, tearing a mountain in half and hurling the pieces at Shi Hao.

The crowd was aghast. Such divine might—ripping apart a mountain like paper!

**Boom!**

The two clashed, their fists meeting in a cataclysmic explosion.

“Blood!”

“Someone’s bleeding already—this is just the beginning!”

The battle had escalated to life-and-death intensity in mere moments!