“Descendant of the Sinful Blood!”
In the distance, whispers arose as several Heavenly Deities with blazing gazes and murderous intent stared at the Supreme Ancient Altar. Such a monstrous genius had emerged, terrifyingly powerful enough to send shivers down their spines.
Some renowned figures watched with shifting expressions, their eyes fixed ahead.
The disciples of the Demon Dragon Sect, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luofu True Valley were the most enraged. Shi Hao had slain their outstanding disciples—such audacity was unforgivable.
Before the Supreme Ancient Altar, Shi Hao stood untainted by blood, his gaze clear. Though he appeared refined, an indomitable aura surrounded him, as if he alone could hold the line.
“Arrogant!”
“To treat Fire Cloud Cave and Luofu True Valley with such contempt—a mere Venerable, yet daring to disregard the heroes of the world!”
A cold voice spoke, plunging the air into icy stillness.
This time, eight or nine ancient sects had dispatched their finest disciples to guard the path to the Supreme Ancient Altar, all to intercept the descendant of the Sinful Blood.
They had spared no effort, even bestowing Supreme Artifacts. Yet, the result was a massacre—corpses strewn across both paths, drenched in blood.
*Boom!*
A deep drumbeat reverberated like muffled thunder, shaking the souls of all present—even the renowned elders and Heavenly Deities of the sects.
Everyone felt their blood surge, their bodies trembling violently.
“Begin the ascent.” A cold, emotionless voice, formed by the rules themselves, announced the trial.
Of the seven to eight hundred thousand Venerables, only a fraction had made it through the eight paths to the foot of the Supreme Ancient Altar—less than half. And now, the trial had begun.
Clearly, if those from the Sin Province were placed last, many would fall behind and lose their chance, overtaken by peers of similar cultivation.
*Swoosh!*
A golden beam shot from Shi Hao’s glabella, transforming into a divine sword that slashed through the crowd.
After his tribulation, his soul force had condensed to an astonishing degree. The mere act of manifesting a weapon terrified those around him—only a true monster could materialize a weapon from their soul.
“Ah—!”
Six or seven people screamed, clutching their foreheads as crimson blood poured forth. One by one, they collapsed, their bodies dissolving into light before vanishing.
These were disciples of the Demon Dragon Sect and Fire Cloud Cave, who had avoided the initial confrontation by blending into the crowd. Now, they had been publicly executed, following the fate of their peers.
“Too arrogant!”
In the distance, deities seethed with rage. Every disciple on this path had been slaughtered—not a single one escaped. Their faces darkened with fury.
The slain had carried sect insignias, unable to evade Shi Hao’s detection. They had thought hiding in the crowd would spare them, yet death still claimed them.
With a flicker, Shi Hao vanished from his spot and began ascending the altar.
The area buzzed with noise as tens of thousands of cultivators surged forward—some excited, others awed. They, too, began their climb.
By eliminating disciples of the two great sects, the descendant of the Sinful Blood had removed formidable competitors.
At the same time, such ruthless slaughter sent tremors through their hearts. How many years had it been since someone dared raise a blade against the top sects of the Upper Realm? The descendant of the Sinful Blood was truly formidable.
“Look! He’s not going straight up—he’s changing direction!” someone shouted in alarm.
Like a divine ape, Shi Hao traversed the Supreme Ancient Altar, charging toward another direction instead of ascending.
“He’s going to intercept people on other paths!” someone exclaimed.
“Truly… terrifyingly strong! To cross the altar and slaughter those on other paths?!”
People gaped in disbelief. How immense must his strength and stamina be? Most would feel the pressure of the altar like a mountain, struggling to move. Yet he moved as if on flat ground, racing to another location.
The Supreme Ancient Altar was colossal, towering beyond mountains, its black form piercing the clouds.
Thus, the eight paths were far apart, and cultivators on different sides could hardly sense what was happening elsewhere.
Despite the distance, Shi Hao crossed it swiftly, intent on slaughtering all disciples of the ancient sects.
“A mere Venerable dares to act so arrogantly, scorning our eternal sects?!”
Many spectators were furious, their eyes cold as they followed his movements, circling the arena to witness his next move.
“He’s here!”
On the Supreme Ancient Altar, someone screamed.
These were survivors from Luofu True Valley who had escaped earlier to spread the word and regrouped with others.
“Disaster! He came from Fire Cloud Cave and the Demon Dragon Sect—does that mean he slaughtered them all?”
Those guarding this path paled in shock.
“Will you retreat on your own, or shall I send you on your way?”
Shi Hao leaped, landing with a thunderous crash on the altar’s steps, blocking the path and eyeing the group.
“He can jump so high on the Supreme Ancient Altar?!” someone muttered in disbelief.
The pressure on the altar was immense—even powerful Venerables moved sluggishly, unable to fly or leap, only climb.
*Swish!*
Someone raised a bone mirror, directing its light toward Shi Hao.
Instantly, sacred light erupted from Shi Hao’s forehead, scattering the clouds above and stirring unrest among the tens of thousands of Venerables in this direction.
“Heavens, it’s him!”
Now, all competitors in this direction knew who had arrived.
“Descendant of the Sinful Blood, you’re too arrogant! We didn’t seek you out, yet you dare show yourself and provoke us?!” someone roared.
“Unprecedented! A first!” A woman sneered, though fear flickered beneath her anger.
These great sects had always looked down upon the Sin Province, monitoring the descendants of the Sinful Blood with innate superiority.
“Seems I’ll have to send you on your way myself.” Shi Hao wasted no words and struck.
Light erupted as layered bone scripts and violent divine power engulfed a vast area of the ancient altar.
A fierce battle erupted.
These people wouldn’t go down without a fight—some even wielded Supreme Artifacts.
*Thud!*
But soon, the woman was the first to scream, her forehead shattered by Shi Hao’s finger, her corpse sent flying.
A sword flash followed, bisecting four others who collapsed at Shi Hao’s feet, their blood staining the altar.
Though they resisted fiercely, defeat was inevitable. Soon, only Shi Hao remained standing atop a blood-soaked altar.
“The descendant of the Sinful Blood is challenging the ancient sects! How domineering!”
Venerables in this direction gasped, unaware Shi Hao had already slaughtered groups on two other paths.
The most exhilarated were the cultivators from the Sin Province, their blood boiling as they cheered.
In the distance, elders of the sects were shaken. Some could barely restrain themselves—this youth was too audacious, slaughtering his way through.
“Damn it, he’s moving again!” Even a Heavenly Deity showed anger, his gaze dark as he tracked Shi Hao.
Sure enough, Shi Hao circled the altar like a dragon, swift and fierce, charging toward another direction.
Chaos erupted as word spread. Spectators followed the youth, their eyes locked on him as he moved.
Shi Hao pushed his spatial traversal to the limit, circling the altar in a bloody rampage.
In the end, he crushed forces on five paths, while the remaining three had already ascended, shocking all.
“He must die! He must die!”
Outside the arena, True Gods clenched their fists, their bodies glowing with rage. The slain were their disciples—this humiliation was unbearable.
Several Heavenly Deities’ faces darkened like storm clouds, murderous intent swirling. Their disciples had died before their eyes—a disgrace.
This youth’s slaughter was a blatant provocation!
Of course, many spectators were thrilled, reveling in the ancient sects’ humiliation.
Such an event hadn’t occurred in years, stirring hearts.
Shi Hao glanced outward, his eyes like cold lightning as he surveyed the top sects. His silent gaze only fueled their fury.
Shi Hao looked up at the colossal altar and began his ascent.
The black altar had nine tiers, each multiplying the pressure exponentially. The higher one climbed, the more unbearable it became.
Yet as Shi Hao climbed, the Venerables around him were stunned—he moved effortlessly, sprinting to the summit of the first tier.
Then, slightly slower, he reached the second tier’s peak.
The crowd erupted. This was beyond savage—most were still sweating and straining on the first tier, their bones near breaking.
*Swish!*
Shi Hao leaped again, slower but unhindered, reaching the third tier.
“Madness! How can flesh endure such pressure and still leap?!”
The Supreme Ancient Altar dwarfed even ancient demonic peaks. Hundreds of thousands climbed like ants, gaping upward in awe.
While others struggled, he soared.
Soon, Shi Hao stood at the third tier’s peak. He paused—here, the eight paths merged into a single spiraling ascent.
Had he known, he could’ve waited here instead of hunting them down.
Shi Hao stood like a lone guardian, gazing down.
“You!”
Those who reached this tier were a mix of fury and fear. They’d heard reports of the Sinful Blood’s descendant slaughtering like a demon.
“What do you want?!” someone barked.
“Fool, isn’t it obvious?” Shi Hao retorted coldly, hands behind his back, robes fluttering, hair wild, eyes blazing like divine lamps.
A single figure blocked the path, oppressive as a demon sovereign.
They trembled, rage boiling within.
A woman shrieked, “Do you know what you’ve provoked? Even if you act boldly here, once outside, you’ll die!”
Others glared with hatred. They were supposed to be the hunters, yet now they were the prey.
“Your sects are nothing. One day, the truth of the Sinful Blood will be revealed. Today, none of you shall pass!”
Shi Hao’s words stunned all. He had ascended last yet arrived first.
Tens of thousands of Venerables and countless spectators were awed. Those blocked here were terrified.
“Big words! Kill him!” someone shouted.
But they stood no chance. Blood flowed as heads rolled—over a hundred strong, yet they fell one by one.
“Ah! This pain!” An elder outside roared, nearly intervening.
“You—stay back!”
Some broke, terrified by Shi Hao’s bloodlust.
*Thud!*
A woman chose suicide, slitting her throat. Light scattered as she vanished from the Spirit Realm.
*Boom!*
The crowd erupted in shock.
The remaining disciples of her sect stood dumbfounded—this was utter humiliation.
“This… how can we endure such shame?!” a deity outside growled, voice like thunder.
Unacceptable. Their ancient, mighty sect, revered across the world, had disciples so broken they chose death over fighting. A stain on their legacy.
Soon, Shi Hao stood alone atop the corpses, overlooking all.
The Supreme Ancient Altar fell silent as all eyes—spectators and climbers alike—fixed on the youth at the third tier.
“You’re strong, but today, you won’t escape.” A voice rang out.
A group approached, led by six white-robed figures, each holding a sacred box, solemn and bathed in holy light.
Shi Hao raised a brow. They had descended from the fourth tier—astonishingly fast—to confront him.
“The Six-Crowned King has decreed your death. None can change it—not even the heavens,” one declared coldly.
“You?!” Shi Hao laughed.
“By the Six-Crowned King’s might, you shall perish!” another proclaimed, looking down on him.
“The Six-Crowned King is trash. Seek death, and I’ll oblige!” Shi Hao sneered.
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