The bone inscriptions were dense, and calamitous light formed in sheets, like cascading rivers of stars descending from the heavens, flooding the dark void. It was as if the heavens themselves were delivering a severe punishment.
“Heaven’s Seal!”
Netherworld roared, sensing danger. He once again unleashed the forbidden treasure art of the Celestial Clan, pressing his palms together and unleashing endless glyphs that exploded outward from him like a tidal wave.
“Boom!”
The area was engulfed in a blinding radiance, obscuring everything beneath a sea of bone inscriptions.
Below, entire mountains melted away like snow, rapidly disintegrating and vanishing into dust under the force of the two supreme arts.
The onlookers felt a chill run down their spines, involuntarily retreating. Many trembled in fear—what kind of heavenly might was this? Among fellow Venerables, how many could withstand such power?
“Boom!”
The space trembled, the void blurred, warping violently as if on the verge of shattering.
When the light dispersed, Netherworld stood with disheveled hair, his gaze icy as he stared ahead. Blood dripped from one of his hands—the same wound from before had reopened, refusing to heal. The crimson glow emanating from it carried an eerie, sinister aura.
Shi Hao remained calm, unharmed, though inwardly regretful. This was the treasure art recorded on his first bone, yet it was still incomplete, unable to unleash its true might.
If perfected, it would be known as the Hand of Heaven.
During his enlightenment with the Celestial Clan’s Immortal Spirit Jade, the imprint of this art had surfaced within his flesh, but some bone inscriptions remained indistinct, not fully comprehended. He needed more time.
“A pity. Just a bit more, and I might have shattered Netherworld’s body!”
Shi Hao admitted he had underestimated his opponent. As expected of the Celestial Clan’s Progenitor, fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone—he was indeed a formidable adversary.
In truth, Netherworld was even more shocked. How could a fallen minor sect produce such a disciple?!
Far away, the Celestial Clan was unsettled. Heaven’s Seal was hailed as the supreme “Heavenly Art,” and Netherworld had recently undergone a perfect evolution, elevating his cultivation by leaps and bounds. With such power, he should have been able to dominate ordinary Progenitors!
Yet now, against an unknown youth, he was struggling, his right hand bleeding with a wound that refused to heal. This was beyond shocking.
The battlefield fell silent. The outcome defied the expectations of all sects—the disciple of a fallen minor sect was absurdly powerful, even the Celestial Clan’s top young supreme found it difficult to suppress him.
“Enough. Let this end here!” Netherworld declared, his aura skyrocketing as he unleashed a terrifying surge of divine power. The earth beneath him cracked, distant peaks shattered, and the sky itself twisted.
His presence was unprecedented, like a prehistoric beast breaking free from its chains, a true dragon awakening to wreak havoc upon the world.
Every soul trembled in fear.
But in an instant, the overwhelming pressure vanished as quickly as it had come.
At the same time, Netherworld disappeared from the world, his figure fading into nothingness.
What happened? The crowd was stunned, searching frantically.
“This is Netherworld’s treasure art as a Progenitor—now revealed!” someone exclaimed.
The cultivators shuddered. This art was peculiar—Netherworld had vanished from the world entirely. Even powerful deities couldn’t detect his presence.
And this was only a glimpse of his art. There was undoubtedly thunderous power yet to come!
Many felt a chill. Such divine abilities were impossible to guard against. If Netherworld used this to assassinate, who could stop him?
Yet some were excited—Golden Wolf, Rift Demon Butterfly, Jiao Tu, and the Blood Sea Young Master had come precisely to witness the Celestial Clan Progenitor’s divine gift.
Now, they had seen it.
The Celestial Clan was also exhilarated. Their young supreme was about to unleash his full might—this battle would likely end here.
Though some had never seen it before, they knew how terrifying Netherworld’s art was—the invincible technique most suited to him!
Yun Xi, clad in violet robes, stood with peerless beauty and an alluring figure, her expression serene as she observed the battlefield.
On the other side, Yue Chan appeared transcendent, her demeanor tranquil and unperturbed.
Shi Hao stood unmoving in the void, surveying the land below. “Netherworld, is this your method? Hiding in the darkness?”
“I watch you from the heavens. This ends now,” Netherworld’s voice echoed, its origin unknown.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a terrifying fluctuation erupted in the void. Shi Hao felt a sharp pain in his eyes as strange glyphs assailed him.
“Heaven’s Judgment—Sever Light!”
Netherworld’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as if he had transcended mortal feelings, delivering a merciless verdict.
Shi Hao’s vision darkened as endless shadows surged forth. He struck toward the source of the voice, but his fist met empty air.
“Boom!”
Instead, a devastating seal slammed toward the back of his skull, ferocious and domineering, a sea of bone inscriptions in its wake.
Though blinded, Shi Hao wasn’t so easily struck. He dodged swiftly.
“Heaven’s Judgment—Sever Sound!” Netherworld’s icy voice rang out again, a mysterious law enveloping the world.
Shi Hao realized all sound had vanished—the world was deathly silent. He was deaf.
“Any last words?”
In this dark, soundless world, Shi Hao could only hear Netherworld’s voice. All else was lost to him.
This treasure art was sinister—it could strip away the senses!
“Heaven’s Judgment—Sever Flesh!” Netherworld’s voice came once more, this time carrying killing intent. Dense bone inscriptions descended.
“Boom!”
Though blind and deaf, Shi Hao sensed danger. His body erupted with glyphs as he formed seals, ready to counter.
“Thud!”
It was as if a divine hammer struck every inch of his body, the glyphs attacking relentlessly, seeking to grind him into pulp.
Shi Hao shuddered. Even with his defensive glyphs flaring and his fists striking outward, he couldn’t block everything.
This art was insidious, permeating every pore, targeting his very flesh.
Unlike anything before!
It felt as if a massive millstone had appeared in the void, grinding his body to dust.
In truth, such a millstone existed—formed of bone inscriptions, manifesting the horror of this art.
“Die!”
Shi Hao roared, unleashing the Heaven’s Calamity Light once more, a sweeping, indiscriminate attack—a forbidden divine ability of vast range.
“Your struggle is futile. This is the judgment of heaven—severing light, sound, and flesh. Perish.” Netherworld’s voice was frigid, as if he were a deity looking down upon a mortal trapped in reincarnation.
“Boom!”
The Heaven’s Calamity Light erupted, shattering the millstone and dimming the bone inscriptions, no longer able to destroy Shi Hao’s body.
“Heaven’s Judgment—Sever Soul!” Netherworld intoned, his voice grave and merciless. He unleashed an even more terrifying technique, pushing his art to its limits.
A sharp pain lanced through Shi Hao’s brow—his soul was being forcibly extracted from his skull, torn from his flesh.
This was dire. Once separated, his defenseless body would be annihilated, and his soul, rootless, would be vulnerable.
What kind of sinister art was this?
Shi Hao resisted, still unable to grasp the nature of this attack. Netherworld seemed intangible, his art emanating from all directions, impossible to evade.
And yet, Shi Hao couldn’t strike back—he had no target.
“Pfft!”
Blood trickled from Shi Hao’s lips. The severing of light, sound, and flesh continued, compounded by the assault on his soul, leaving him overwhelmed.
His body was crushed beneath the millstone, his soul bound by chains, dragged toward judgment.
“Why can’t I harm him?” Shi Hao wondered. Though injured, his foundation remained intact.
An intangible barrier flickered—his sole Heavenly Passage faintly manifesting.
But it didn’t fully open, suppressed by an unseen force. Only by breaking through could it truly emerge.
In that moment, realization struck.
The severing of light, sound, flesh, and soul—all were illusions, misdirection!
Netherworld’s true art was spatial manipulation!
Instantly enlightened, Shi Hao understood—he was trapped in a spatial prison. All prior attacks were facades. The true art was the Void Path!
This was extraordinary. Without realizing it, one would die bewildered. Even powerful Progenitors would be deceived.
Now aware, Shi Hao pondered. To break free, the most effective method was to shatter the prison with overwhelming force.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao formed a fist seal, unleashing his perfected treasure art—Samsara!
This power wasn’t just temporal—it was condensed into a fist of time, erupting with blinding radiance as he struck the heavens.
“Pfft!”
Netherworld coughed blood, shocked. His opponent had discerned the secret of his art, cracking the prison and shaking its core.
The void trembled, injuring him further. Blood stained his robes.
With the Void Path exposed, the spatial prison destabilized. Shi Hao’s vision returned, sound flooded back, his soul stabilized, and his flesh glowed—whole once more.
“You saw through it?!” Netherworld wiped his blood, his body flaring with terrifying energy.
“This is my spatial prison. As long as I will it, you are trapped forever. Here, I am the law. You cannot escape!” Netherworld declared coldly.
The spectators had vanished—this space was isolated from the outside world!
Netherworld soared, looking down from the heavens. “Under the Void Path, I am sovereign. You are but a prisoner—this is my world!”
Shi Hao remained calm. “If that’s what you believe, then I’ll defeat you in this world.”
He didn’t rush to tear open the space. Instead, he prepared to fight.
“Void Shackles—Sever Senses!” Netherworld roared, unleashing his bizarre innate art once more.
But this time, Shi Hao was ready. His sole Heavenly Passage slowly expanded, resisting the pressure.
The strange effects could no longer touch him.
“What?!” Netherworld was stunned. Within his Void Path, someone could still manifest a domain?
“It’s you!” He realized—he had suspected earlier, but now he was certain. He had heard of Shi Hao’s abilities.
“Correct. I am Shi Hao. We’ve met,” Shi Hao said.
Netherworld roared in fury, unleashing his full potential.
“I’ve been looking for you!” he bellowed.
Shi Hao—the one who had recently destroyed the Celestial Clan’s divine mines, slain their experts, humiliated them, and stolen their treasures.
And now, posing as a disciple of a minor sect, he had slaughtered their finest, tarnishing their reputation.
“I’ll kill you!” Netherworld swore. This battle would end here.
“Since you know who I am, let’s fight properly!”
Shi Hao’s body blazed as the Kun Peng Art emerged. He had restrained it for so long to avoid exposure—now, he unleashed it fully.
“Die!” Both roared simultaneously.
The battle was ferocious, shaking the spatial prison. Blood boiled as they clashed.
“Roar!” Netherworld howled, his hair wild. He wielded not only his Void Path but also the Celestial Clan’s supreme art—Heaven’s Seal.
They fought madly, exchanging hundreds of blows.
Shi Hao grew fiercer, reveling in the battle. With his sole Heavenly Passage shielding him, he pushed the Kun Peng Art to its limits.
“It’s been too long since I fought like this. The Kun Peng Art has slumbered too long. You wanted it? Here it is!” Shi Hao shouted.
His power surged, his body, glyphs, and spirit merging, elevating his combat prowess further.
Instantly, Netherworld felt the pressure intensify!
“Kun Peng Shatters All Laws!”
Shi Hao’s body gleamed, golden feathers with black patterns manifesting around him, radiating terrifying power.
These weren’t real feathers—they were glyphs taking form.
“Die!”
With a roar, the divine feathers ignited, releasing an immortal aura before exploding outward like arrows, drowning Netherworld.
“Void Path!” Netherworld shouted, attempting to warp space to block them.
He also pressed his palms together, unleashing Heaven’s Seal, shattering some feathers.
But this was Shi Hao’s ultimate expression of the Kun Peng Art—a near-perfect strike.
The Void Path couldn’t bind it. Heaven’s Seal couldn’t stop it all.
“Pfft!”
The Kun Peng feathers pierced the void, countless striking Netherworld’s body, impaling him. Blood sprayed.
“Ah—!”
Netherworld screamed, his body convulsing. The prison destabilized, torn apart by residual Kun Peng force. Both reappeared in the outside world.
Everyone was stunned. The two had vanished, only to return with Netherworld drenched in blood, golden feathers embedded in him.
“What happened?”
“Why is the Celestial Clan’s top young supreme covered in golden feathers?”
Shi Hao stepped out of the spatial prison, exuding an invincible aura. He gazed down at Netherworld.
“You dare challenge me?!”
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