The infamous Dao Master Qi was notorious; if he sought revenge against a major sect, there would truly be no stopping him.
The Supreme Dao Field had few disciples—only the two of them. Qi Daolin harbored no fear of retaliation, which was why he dared to speak so boldly.
The overgrown mountain gate, with its cracked foundation and scattered broken tiles, took on a sacred and extraordinary aura under the radiance of the master and disciple.
“Fang has become the successor of the Supreme Dao Field. With Dao Master Qi’s proclamation to the world, won’t those who covet him dwindle from now on?”
“You’re wrong. There will still be those who come, and most of them will be ruthless!”
“At least they won’t dare act openly, right?”
Cultivators from various sects buzzed with excitement. The recent battle had stirred their blood—even the Heavenly Human Clan’s Guardian had been defeated. The impact of this event was immense.
Fang had become a celebrity, declared a disciple of the notorious Qi Daolin. This news would undoubtedly spread across countless great clans. Whether he would also be branded a “rogue cultivator” remained to be seen.
The Heavenly Human Clan was the most disheartened. Many wore ashen expressions—this blow was too heavy. Their Heavenly God had been defeated, and even their Guardian had lost two horns.
How could a once-majestic imperial clan bear such humiliation?
Everyone clenched their fists in silent shame, but what could they do? Would the Old Heavenly Human intervene? Yet, he was about to enter the vast, untamed wilderness.
Some even regretted their past actions. Had they not coveted Shi Hao’s treasure techniques and instead befriended him, the outcome could have been entirely different.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
“Fang, a mere youth, has brought calamity upon our Heavenly God, wounded our Guardian, and slain our young elites. This is an unparalleled disgrace!”
Some lamented in grief and fury, but no matter how resentful they felt, they had to suppress it. Otherwise, that Qi Daolin—no benevolent figure—might just sweep through them all.
Yun Xi stood atop a mountain peak, her long skirt fluttering against the ground. Her flawless, crystalline face bore a trace of melancholy, her dreamy eyes veiled in mist. Her hair danced in the wind as she stood motionless, lost in thought.
“Are you alright?” Shi Hao transmitted his voice. Today, Yun Xi had risked everything to help him escape—how could he ignore her?
“I’m fine,” she replied with a forced smile. Her actions today had been “unorthodox”—not in the Heavenly Human Clan’s interest, but bordering on aiding the enemy.
“Don’t return to Heavenly City,” Shi Hao urged, hoping to spare her from the clan’s wrath.
Yun Xi shook her head. Her grandfather and kin were there—how could she not return? Moreover, she was still a member of the Heavenly Human Clan and would never betray them.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be harmed. The Old Heavenly Human and several Heavenly Gods treat me well—they’ll understand my actions. Besides, there aren’t many left who have fused with the Destiny Stone.” She left the rest unsaid.
With You Yu half-crippled, she was now the clan’s most formidable genius. The imperial clan wouldn’t sabotage its own future but would guide her to strengthen her ties to them.
“Should I eliminate the other one?” Shi Hao mused, scanning the crowd. He was genuinely tempted to deal with the remaining Heavenly Human who still possessed a Destiny Stone.
“No!” Yun Xi was startled.
“As long as you live and I remain in my prime, the Heavenly Human Clan won’t dare act recklessly or take extreme measures,” Qi Daolin interjected, addressing Shi Hao.
With one last glance, Yun Xi’s eyes brimmed with sorrow, her radiant face tinged with sadness. She had never wished for things to come to this, but fate had unfolded as it did.
She waved her hand and swiftly departed.
The Heavenly Human Clan left, not daring to utter any threats—knowing full well that none would escape if they did.
And so, the storm came to an end.
The Heavenly Human Clan had suffered grievous losses—their divine mine destroyed, their high-ranking members defeated, their True Gods and young elites slain by Shi Hao. The shockwaves were immense.
“They are but a shadow of their former imperial glory,” many sighed.
“Their splendor belongs to the ancient past, not the present.”
One by one, the crowds dispersed, and the mountains gradually returned to silence.
As the news spread, shockwaves rippled across the regions!
Major sects received word immediately, all astonished that the young Fang had stirred such a tempest, even dragging the infamous Qi Daolin into the fray.
The Heavenly Human Clan’s crushing defeat was a monumental loss of face.
“What a Fang—first slaying the Netherworld Prince, then the Sun God Vine, defeating the Saint Feather Clan’s Prodigy, and even besting the Lightning Child. Now, he’s shattered the myth of Heavenly Destiny. What a glorious record!”
The commotion spread far and wide, with cultivators across countless regions discussing the events.
In a flash, Fang’s name echoed through dozens, even hundreds of regions, drawing the attention of all.
“He’s grown formidable?” In an ancient bronze hall, vast as a towering mountain, a young man sat cross-legged. His eyes snapped open, emitting two cold beams of light.
This was the Immortal Palace, one of the most ancient and mysterious legacies of the Upper Realm!
The Immortal Palace’s heir received the report, his gaze profound and aura terrifying—far surpassing that of the “Young Lord” from the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm.
Had anyone been present, they would have been stunned.
Though their appearances were identical, this one was fundamentally different—far more fearsome. When his eyes opened and closed, golden and silver runes flickered as if piercing through the void.
Wisps of Dao essence emanated from his body.
“My lord, there’s no need for anger. He is no match for you,” an elderly servant said, his golden wings exuding a formidable presence. A top-tier deity, yet here he served as a mere attendant.
“Recall the secondary body. Roaming the world in my stead has wasted his cultivation. His failures reflect poorly on me,” the young man said coldly.
“My lord, you intend to—?” The old servant’s expression shifted. Was the primary body planning to slay the secondary and forge a stronger replacement?
“I know you are close to him, but do not fret. Time is short—I cannot afford to expend energy dividing myself again.” The youth’s tone was icy.
Rising to his feet, he gazed at the chaotic mist beyond the bronze hall. “The convergence of all rivers is near—the Great Battle of the Three Thousand Regions’ geniuses approaches. I must reach my peak!”
The old servant trembled. He understood what the youth intended.
“My lord, will you not wait? Must the fusion happen now?”
“Indeed. Primary and secondary shall merge into one. I shall enter the ‘Ancient Immortal Realm’ in my strongest form and dominate all!” His voice was cold, exuding an unrivaled, indomitable aura.
Had outsiders heard this, they would have been petrified with disbelief.
The seemingly invincible heir of the Immortal Palace was merely a weaker secondary body—not the true self. The revelation was terrifying.
“Many may have misconceptions, believing I am not peerless, that I even face rivals in this era, let alone the ancient monsters. I shall give them a surprise!” The primary body’s voice was frigid.
“My lord’s talent is unparalleled in history. You will sweep through all foes!” the old servant declared, his golden wings stirring as strands of Dao essence swirled. Despite his power, he remained a mere servant here.
Beyond the bronze hall, chaotic mists coiled, and strands of primordial energy gathered—a sight that defied heaven and earth.
Even sect leaders coveted this place, yearning to meditate within its ancient walls, where remnants of immortal legacies lay inscribed.
“Perhaps many believe that with the ancient monsters emerging, I won’t even rank in the top ten, or even twenty. Heh!” The youth smirked derisively.
“My lord’s prowess surpasses their wildest imaginations. All shall tremble when the time comes,” the old servant said, not out of flattery but genuine awe.
This youth was monstrously strong. Even his primary body alone could overturn the heavens.
And once the primary and secondary merged—how terrifying would that be? Unfathomable!
In truth, perhaps only the Heaven Mending Sect might suspect his true strength, as Yue Chan’s ability to split primary and secondary bodies also stemmed from the Immortal Palace’s methods.
Elsewhere, in an ancient land, a towering purple mountain shook violently as a million-pound boulder at its base was kicked into the clouds, vanishing without a trace.
“Ha ha ha!”
A wild laugh shook the heavens as a man strode from a cavern. Crimson-haired with a vertical eye on his brow, he exuded arrogance, lifting his head to the sky.
“At last, I emerge! The old man hid me away for twenty years, subjecting me to life-and-death trials, forcing me to battle those beyond my realm. Now, I am free!”
His laughter boomed, his fiery red hair burning like flames. His other two eyes gleamed with demonic malice, as if a supreme fiend had been reborn.
“I’ve mastered the Great Blazing Heaven Art to the ninth heaven—unprecedented for my age. Time to kill! Now, who shall I slaughter first?”
The crimson-haired man’s gaze was terrifying, his body wreathed in demonic energy.
“Hmm, perhaps I’ll sever the Immortal Palace heir’s head. The others are too weak. Or maybe hunt down those other hidden prodigies.”
An old man descended, bathed in divine light, yet he addressed the youth with deference—clearly a servant.
“Perfect timing. Tell me, who among the current crop is strong? I must slaughter at least a few!”
Similar events unfolded in other mysterious regions as long-hidden geniuses emerged, stirring celestial phenomena.
A golden lake boiled violently.
From an underwater palace, a beam of sacred light shot into the sky, shaking the heavens and startling the major sects of the region.
A woman awoke within the palace, soaring into the sky amidst a golden radiance. Her golden hair and pupils gleamed as she surveyed the land below.
Her aura was overwhelming—not yet having ignited her divine spark, yet undeniably terrifying.
“This lineage has been dormant for millennia. Many thought it extinct. Yet, from the Chaos Array of the Divine Water Palace, a golden-haired goddess emerges!”
Powerful figures marveled at the sight.
Across other regions, anomalies arose as the Great Battle of the Three Thousand Regions’ geniuses loomed. The hidden talents were stepping into the light!
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