“Sin, where is he, how is he doing?” A group of deities were “deeply concerned.” These figures stood together, their expressions dark and hostile.
“In the Spirit Realm, he slaughtered our disciples, spilled rivers of blood—his hands are drenched in it. I hope he doesn’t die immediately in the ‘Immortal Ancient.’ Let him taste defeat, suffer every humiliation, and only then be crushed!”
Someone spoke, and the others nodded in agreement, their eyes burning with hatred.
They hailed from sects like the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luofu True Valley—witnesses to the battle in the Spirit Realm, where the descendant of the Sin Blood lineage ran rampant, leaving them humiliated and furious.
That battle had occurred over ten days ago, yet its ferocity still lingered. True Gods had been slain, Heavenly Gods had fallen—that youth was like a demon king, painting the Spirit Realm in blood.
Even now, some shuddered at the memory, the horror etched deep, like a nightmare.
The master of Fire Cloud Cave, a red-haired elder, thin and unassuming, stepped forward from a blazing war chariot wreathed in chaotic mist. With each step, fiery runes ignited around him, his aura shaking the heavens.
“Sin!”
He faced the uninhabited lands, channeling his power to carve a single character into the void. The radiant petals shimmered with divine patterns, illuminating the cosmos.
“Ah, such brilliance! That name resonates with the Dao itself!” someone exclaimed, drawing the attention of sect leaders.
Simultaneously, countless deities turned toward a massive stele, where the scene from the Immortal Dao petals was mirrored. Shock rippled through the crowd.
That character—it was strange. Once inscribed, the petal became unnaturally vivid, its runes intertwining like a burning sun.
Clearly, it was far more sacred than ordinary petals.
“What’s happening? Does that character truly harmonize with the Dao’s essence?” Many deities stared in disbelief at the stele.
“It’s the character for ‘Sin’!” Not only were sects like Fire Cloud Cave and Luofu True Valley watching, but even unrelated upper-realm clans turned their gaze.
“Why is this character like this?” Many frowned, puzzled.
In the upper realm, “Sin” was a tainted word, representing blood and transgression—now almost exclusively referring to the beings of Sin Province.
“He’s appeared… it’s him.”
Many were stunned.
The stele, mirror-like, reflected the true scene within Immortal Ancient. They saw a youth, calm and composed, unbothered by conflict.
Because he lingered at the rear—not advancing, but traversing sideways.
“The last one to enter!”
Many recognized him—the youth who had hesitated on the azure stone steps, even trying to pry loose a few bricks.
He was different. Hands clasped behind his back, he shattered the barriers between paths, stepping from one great road to another, pausing to contemplate before moving on.
While others marched forward, he moved laterally.
“Descendant of the Sin Blood!”
Many gnashed their teeth, especially those from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate. This youth’s ruthless methods had claimed too many of their kin—even a Heavenly God had been crippled, struck by a soul-destroying needle, left in a vegetative state.
Even now, he remained a living corpse, unresponsive despite the Demon Dragon Dao Lord’s efforts.
Of course, it was his own doing. Had he not crafted such a vile weapon, only for the youth to turn it against him, he wouldn’t have fallen so low.
“What is he doing?”
This guy was bizarre. Instead of rushing ahead, he lingered, measuring each step, silently comprehending. Did he truly intend to decipher all three thousand azure stone paths?
Suddenly, the youth flashed a bright smile at everyone—white teeth gleaming, eyes clear, like the boy next door.
“Hateful! Despicable! Shameless!”
The Demon Dragon Dao Gate and Luofu True Valley couldn’t help but curse. This demon, hands soaked in blood, dared to smile so innocently?
“This youth is too sharp—his divine intuition is unimaginably strong, rivaling even ancient freaks,” a sect leader remarked.
Observing Immortal Ancient through the Immortal Dao petals, the top talents would sense it. Though the petals’ light was faint, it would eventually reach them.
Was this a silent provocation?
Then—a scream.
A distant stele erupted with blinding light—sword energy, sharp as chaos itself. Though within Immortal Ancient, it seemed to pierce through the stele.
“Who is that chubby kid? He just slew the Earth Demon Clan’s top young genius in one strike!”
The Earth Demon Clan’s leader had hoped to see his disciple shine, only to witness this. Others gasped as well.
On that path, a plump youth, seemingly simple, unleashed hundreds of sword beams, stunning the crowd.
“He’s striking again!”
People watched in shock as not just the Earth Demon Clan’s genius, but several other renowned experts fell, heads rolling.
“This kid’s terrifying—that’s… the Third Killing Array of the Upper Realm!” someone paled.
The Third Killing Array—coveted by ancient sects, legendary since time immemorial—had been engraved into his body!
The First Killing Array was lost, the Second nearly forgotten, but the Third’s power was devastating. Once deployed, it could slay sect leaders.
Rumors claimed it was a chaos-born formation, predating creation itself.
“His name is Cao Yusheng. He appeared in the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm, closely associated with ‘Huang,'” someone revealed.
“Whoosh!”
Another dazzling light flashed. Those who had fought Cao Yusheng were all slain. The path ahead lay empty—he walked alone.
“Quick, check where ‘Huang’ is!”
Seeing this harmless-looking but ruthless youth dominate, people naturally wondered about his ally, Huang.
This time, multiple sect leaders stirred. Huang’s infamy was too great.
“Huang!”
The Netherworld’s ruler acted—a true terror. He carved the name in the void, surrounded by endless bones and black mist.
“Wait, is this a mistake? Why is it him again?” People were baffled.
The petal displayed “Huang,” and the stele mirrored it—the same youth appeared, grinning like a flower, facing the crowd.
Clearly, he sensed it again, meeting their gaze as if staring right at them.
Some twitched. Other prodigies might ignore such scrutiny, but this guy was shameless.
“Isn’t this the Sin Blood descendant? Why is he showing up again?”
“Right, just days ago, he massacred Fire Cloud Cave and Demon Dragon Dao Gate disciples—even killed a Heavenly God!”
The wound was reopened, making those sects’ members seethe.
“Don’t tell me—Sin is Huang, and Huang is Sin!” someone blurted.
Silence. Then—uproar.
Everyone realized: it had to be true. He had two identities!
“Heavens! Huang is Sin, Sin is Huang! No wonder he seemed to appear out of nowhere—he was two people all along!”
The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd.
“This…”
The Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Fire Cloud Cave, Luofu True Valley—all were livid, only now learning their enemy’s true identity.
“Outrageous!” Even Heavenly Gods couldn’t sit still, itching to charge into Immortal Ancient and kill him.
Especially since that youth’s smile was so bright—mocking them, it seemed, infuriating everyone.
Yes, it was deliberate. He was taunting them all.
“I’m going to explode!” someone roared.
Huang—disciple of the Supreme Dao Field, descendant of the Sin Blood. Either identity alone could shake ten provinces, yet he’d done so much under both.
And now—they were the same person!
The Celestial Clan, Nether Clan, Immortal Palace, Fire Cloud Cave… too many were unsettled. This youth’s dual identities were both monstrous.
For a long time, the crowd fixated on the stele, scrutinizing him.
Only when another commotion erupted elsewhere did the tense atmosphere break.
“A powerhouse—unfathomably strong! He… has double pupils!”
“What? Where?!”
A flood of experts rushed over, staring at another stele. The young man there was terrifying—his eyes emitted twin beams, sweeping through enemies.
Handsome, with eyes brighter than the sun, he didn’t even lift a finger. His gaze alone slaughtered all challengers.
Over a dozen beings had surrounded him—including top talents from their respective provinces.
“Golden Giant, Three-Headed Hellhound, Blazing Human, Nethercloud Clan’s Holy Maiden…”
The names alone sent tremors through the crowd.
“Boom!”
With a deafening crash, his double pupils split the heavens. His foes were trapped in a void, crushed into nothingness!
A group of elites—annihilated in an instant!
“Who is he?”
“Likely the double-pupiled one from Heavenly Fall Academy. Rumor says he’s from the lower realm!”
His identity spread, stunning even sect leaders. Double pupils—a myth of invincibility since ancient times!
“Double pupils—absurdly strong. Taught personally by Heavenly Fall’s old monster, given everything. Yet… he’s known one defeat.”
“What? Who beat him?” Many were eager to know.
“The lower realm—a youth named Shi Hao. They clashed in an epic duel. The double-pupiled one lost—his only defeat.”
This shook many. Such a prodigy, destined to shine in Immortal Ancient, had been bested?
“Shi Hao…” Some knew of his deeds in the lower realm.
“Haor, if you were alive, you’d surely shine here too…” Qin Yi, Shi Hao’s mother, whispered tearfully.
Shi Ziling clenched his fists, silent, glaring toward the Immortal Palace’s direction.
“Let’s see my descendant.” Immortal Monarch Qin Changsheng acted, carving a name on the petal.
“Qin Hao.”
The characters blazed, and a youth appeared on the stele.
“His chest—!”
Qin Hao’s emergence drew gasps. His chest radiated immortal light, nourishing his entire body—seemingly impervious to all arts!
Around him, foes were sent flying, unable to approach.
“That’s Yanzhou’s top genius—slain by Qin Hao!”
“Even the Thousand Feather Clan’s divine son fell—pierced by a beam from his chest! What kind of technique is that?”
The crowd was stunned.
Even Divine Flame and True One experts were moved.
Sect leaders exchanged glances—this youth was extraordinary.
“Qin Hao, descendant of Immortal Monarch Qin, the Dual-Bone Supreme. He’s truly grown formidable,” even titans praised, deepening the astonishment.
The Qin Clan beamed—Qin Hao’s performance was dazzling.
Even Qin Yi, though tearful, felt a flicker of pride.
“How does he have two Supreme Bones?” Some didn’t know the details.
“One was a gift from his elder brother before death.”
This silenced many. Two supremes in one family? A pity his brother had died, passing the bone to him.
Even those who knew the story grew pensive, recalling the past.
“This Shi Hao was remarkable. Connected to the double-pupiled one, and even in death, he birthed such a prodigious brother,” many marveled.
“It was the Immortal Monarch’s doing!” some from Mount Buzhou corrected, disliking the narrative.
“Would anyone dare carve ‘Shi Hao’s’ name?” someone asked.
Confusion spread. Why carve a dead man’s name? He’d never even reached the upper realm.
“The Celestial Clan might know.”
At this, the Celestial Clan stiffened—their secret had leaked.
Then—a bronze palace’s door creaked open. A hand wreathed in chaos emerged, carving “Shi Hao” into the void.
The Immortal Palace had acted!
The petal glowed, the stele mirrored—and the same youth appeared, grinning brilliantly.
Everyone froze.
This was the third time he’d shown up.
The crowd stood petrified, utterly dumbfounded.
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