The Third Time!
He actually appeared for the third time!
Everyone was dumbstruck, their expressions frozen—this was downright eerie!
What was most infuriating was that radiant smile of his, brighter than the stars and the moon, growing more dazzling each time. He stood there, facing the gathered heroes, grinning like that.
“Damn it, why is it him again?!” Finally, someone shrieked, their voice rising an octave in disbelief. This was too bizarre.
Again and again—was this some kind of test for everyone’s nerves? Dual identities, triple identities—it was a direct challenge to people’s emotions and senses. A whole crowd stood there, stupefied.
That expression of his was truly… indescribable. Like a blooming flower, radiant and dazzling, he glanced at the crowd with a look that practically begged for a punch!
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Someone couldn’t take the provocation and shouted, knowing the truth—knowing who Shi Hao was.
“He died in the lower realm, it was confirmed long ago! How could he still be jumping around? There must be something wrong here, something seriously wrong!” a powerful expert roared.
This scene was too eerie. Once or twice might have been tolerable, but for him to show up a third time—it was tormenting people’s nerves, leaving even sect leaders speechless.
Especially those connected to the “Wasteland” or harboring grudges against “Sin”—they felt utterly humiliated!
This was absolutely deliberate. That youth was intentionally mocking them, jumping out again and again under different identities, grinning like that—he was rotten to the core!
“I refuse to believe it’s him! Someone confirmed dead by multiple sources, witnessed by many great clans—how could he possibly revive and even leap into the upper realm? This is a conspiracy!”
Many shared this thought, even some Heavenly Gods. Unable to accept what they were seeing, they believed it was an imposter.
The place erupted into chaos. Countless people surged toward the stone stele, staring at the youth and loudly debating.
In an instant, the area was like a flood had swept through, a deafening roar rising as voices clamored.
This was utterly unbelievable!
“Everyone, I believe this must be a conspiracy—all of it is fake!” someone stubbornly denied.
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In the Immortal Ancient, atop the azure stone steps.
Shi Hao’s divine senses were extraordinary, and he naturally felt it—someone had inscribed his name for the third time, using the Immortal Dao petals to observe his current state.
Thus, he cooperated wholeheartedly. He grinned brightly, puffing out his chest and lifting his head toward the void, his smile pure and genuine, even blinking playfully.
Moreover, he waved his hand, as if greeting everyone like an old friend.
Outside, a crowd nearly spat blood—this brat’s face was truly thick! Was he deliberately provoking them?
“Ah, finally entering the Immortal Ancient. No more being watched by shameless old fellows. I can finally be myself. Just wait till I come out—I’ll make you regret it.”
Shi Hao murmured to himself. Though the outside world couldn’t hear him, they could read his lips. And what kind of people were watching? Mostly deities—they understood perfectly.
Instantly, many faces darkened, their expressions uncontrollable.
Especially the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luofu True Valley—these sects were the most furious. Just moments ago, they thought they had finally identified their enemy, confirmed his identity.
Yet, not long after, they realized—that still wasn’t his true form.
Only now did they finally understand who he really was. It was a humiliation, a bitter rage. A group of True Gods seethed, wishing they could devour him alive.
Even some Heavenly Gods couldn’t bear it. Watching him laugh so joyfully, everyone felt as if they’d been slapped—hard.
“From now on, I’ll be myself—my true self!”
Shi Hao declared, vigorously rubbing his face. His body stretched, bones crackling like frying beans, his flesh instantly revitalized.
His appearance changed. His eyes remained clear and bright, but his features became more refined, exuding an ethereal grace—truly transcendent, like jade carved by the heavens.
Now grown, he had shed the childishness of years past, maturing into a striking and extraordinary young man, carrying an immortal aura.
“I swear—from now on, I will be myself. No one will ever oppress me again!” Shi Hao vowed solemnly. He would grow stronger in the Immortal Ancient, forge his own path, and never again need to disguise himself.
“It’s him… it’s really him!”
Outside, someone shrieked in recognition—this was undoubtedly that youth from years ago. He had grown taller, more extraordinary.
A slender frame, thick black hair, delicate features, long lashes, lively eyes, and skin like polished jade—his entire being radiated a brilliance, an indescribable charisma.
“How can it be him?!” At this moment, the Netherworld faction erupted.
“A dead man, reappearing—he ruined my grand scheme!” A cold, hateful voice emerged from the blood-soaked battlefield of the Celestial Nation, filled with boundless resentment.
Seven deities had descended to the lower realm, only to be stopped and slain by a single youth—this very person. And yet, he still lived, even ascending to the upper realm!
“Hao’er!”
A heart-wrenching cry rose from the Qin Clan.
Qin Yi Ning’s eyes were blurred with tears. She could hardly believe that figure was real. How many times had she woken from dreams, her pillow soaked with tears?
How many times had she reminisced, longing for that child from the lower realm, thinking she would never see him again?
But today, here in the Immortal Ancient, that lively, spirited youth was smiling brilliantly at her—so vivid, so alive!
Those nearby turned to look. Was this Shi Hao’s mother? The birth mother of a young supreme being!
The Qin Clan was stunned. None had expected this—that youth was not only alive but thriving, sturdier than a True Dragon!
He had accomplished so many “great deeds,” each one shaking the heavens, yet he remained unharmed.
“Heaven has finally opened its eyes—returning my child to me.” Qin Yi Ning wept and laughed, unable to contain her emotions as she stared at the stele, at that youth.
Shi Zi Ling’s breathing grew ragged, his fists clenched. His blood boiled—his eldest son still lived, making the entire sky seem brighter.
“Good! Hao’er, you’ve surpassed us all. You relied on yourself to survive, even ascending to the upper realm!” Shi Zi Ling growled, tears rolling down his tiger-like eyes.
At this moment, the couple felt boundless joy—but also endless guilt. They believed they had failed to protect Shi Hao, letting him suffer since childhood, enduring countless trials.
And in the end, they had watched him die, powerless to stop it.
What tormented them most was that, before his death, Shi Hao had willingly cut out his own Supreme Bone—giving it to his only younger brother.
That day, they had been devastated, the world turning gray. They had hesitated, wondering if Qin Hao’s Immortal Bone could save their eldest son—but their hesitation cost them the chance. In the end, it was the elder who gave his bone to the younger.
Every time they remembered, they wanted to weep bitterly for Shi Hao—for his pitiful fate, for the neglect he endured, the endless suffering, and finally, lying alone in a cold grave in the lower realm, with no one by his side.
“What a Shi Hao! What a legendary Little Stone of the lower realm! Everyone thought you dead, yet you clawed your way up here alone,” someone remarked, familiar with the truth.
“How can it be him? How did he revive?!” The Lord of the Demon Sunflower Garden spoke coldly, his voice laced with killing intent, even glancing toward the Qin Clan.
The Unaging Heavenly Venerable remained expressionless, ignoring him.
“Roar!”
From the Netherworld faction, a mountain of white bones emerged, shrouded in black mist. Atop it stood a towering figure—the Nether Lord, pale-faced, his gaze piercing. His roar sent deathly energy surging.
In the past, the Netherworld, Beast Sea, Immortal Palace, Celestial Nation, and over a dozen other major factions had exhausted their schemes, paying a steep price to defy the heavens and send a group below.
Only seven deities survived—yet a single youth slaughtered them all, ruining their grand plan.
Back then, the Netherworld had sacrificed a Void Beast skeleton of Supreme rank—a priceless treasure.
The Celestial Nation had also offered a Void Crucible, infused with Void Immortal Gold.
“A mere ant, interfering with my plans, even crawling up to the upper realm. When you emerge, I will sacrifice the Blood-Dripping Demon Sword!” The Celestial Nation’s ruler spoke icily from his blood-stained war chariot.
Everyone was stunned. This was one of the upper realm’s most terrifying figures, who hadn’t acted in years—yet he would wield the Blood-Dripping Demon Sword for a mere youth?
“He killed my Immortal Palace’s servant—this cannot be overlooked,” someone from the Immortal Palace also declared.
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This was a storm. Everyone was certain—this was Shi Hao, that youth from the lower realm. There was no mistake.
A monumental uproar erupted. Sin, Wasteland, Shi Hao—three identities, each a legend, each responsible for earth-shattering deeds.
Now, the three were one, fully exposed, causing an uproar. Every major sect found it unbelievable.
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In the Immortal Ancient, atop the stone steps.
Shi Hao lifted his head, gazing into the void. “I bet a lot of people are watching me.”
He was right—but he couldn’t possibly imagine just how many. Nearly every cultivator in the upper realm capable of coming was staring at him now. “Watched by millions” was an understatement.
“I imagine some old fellows are going mad, cursing me. But what’s the use? The Celestial Nation’s old turtle is the fiercest, right? Planning to assassinate me? Doesn’t matter. When I come out, I’ll chop you up—avenge Ghost Grandpa. Oh, and you probably have disciples or descendants here, don’t you? You pride yourselves on being peerless assassins, right? Well, I’ll squash them all, so you can’t skulk around stabbing people in the dark.”
Though they couldn’t hear him, they read his lips—and were stunned. Some nearly burst out laughing. He dared to mock and taunt the Celestial Nation’s ruler!
Of course, others wanted to cough up blood—like those so-called peerless assassins, their eyes narrowing coldly, fingers clenched white.
“Plenty want to deal with me, huh? That Netherworld creep is no good either—half-human, half-ghost. I’ll settle accounts with you too. Oh, and I’ve never eaten a Netherbeing before. Maybe I’ll grill some non-humanoid Nether experts, see what ghosts taste like.”
These words made many bite their tongues, others glare, and some nearly laugh. Was there anything he wouldn’t eat?
“I’m not joking,” Shi Hao muttered, then added, “The Immortal Palace is too hypocritical. Back then, they ganged up on my Supreme lineage. Now, in the Immortal Ancient, I’ll beat their inheritor into eight pieces! Oh, and that inheritor always parades around with old servants—such a show-off. Is he the illegitimate son of that old fossil sleeping in the Immortal Palace?”
The crowd was speechless. This brat’s mouth was vicious—this was outright slander!
At the same time, someone sensed the ancient bronze palace suspended in the void tremble slightly—clearly, someone inside was fuming!
“The Heavenly Human Clan is here, right? Ungrateful rats. You knew my identity all along but kept silent, trying to monopolize my Kun Peng Treasure Technique. Truly despicable.”
These words made the Heavenly Human Clan pale. This brat was ruthless—his words were a public exposure, revealing their schemes to all sects.
“We didn’t know before! He’s lying!” someone from the Heavenly Human Clan hastily denied.
“I bet they’ll deny it—always two-faced, ungrateful,” Shi Hao said.
Outside, the Heavenly Human Clan seethed. This… had cut off their escape routes. What else could they say?
Other sects looked at them with strange expressions.
“Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Fire Cloud Cave, Luofu True Valley—you sects claim to be eternal, guarding the Sin Province. How shameless, how vile! My ancestors guarded the borderlands, yet you slander their descendants as prisoners.”
These words sent shockwaves through the upper realm’s sects.
“I remember you threatened me, saying your clans had Chosen Ones, ancient freaks. Well, I’m waiting—I’ll slaughter them all in the Immortal Ancient!”
Outside, Fire Cloud Cave and Demon Dragon Dao Gate members nearly went mad.
Not just them—every faction he named was livid, their faces dark with suppressed fury.
“Oh, and I have another identity. Back in the lower realm, I crossed from the Void God Realm to the Spirit Realm, chasing a group for hundreds of miles. That ‘Hao Tian’ was also me.”
Shi Hao grinned again, casually revealing this fourth, insignificant identity.
This… was absolutely deliberate. That smile, that radiance—to many sects, it was blatant mockery, an insult.
“You will die in the Immortal Ancient!” someone cursed.
“I bet the relevant parties are gnashing their teeth, huh?” Shi Hao said calmly, still gazing into the void. “Even the heavens couldn’t claim me—I crawled out of my grave, alive and well. Pray for your disciples!”
With that, Shi Hao suddenly raised his head, his aura exploding like a demon god’s!
“Those who provoke me—I’ll crush them, eat them, or take them as bed warmers. None shall escape.” He laughed wildly, utterly unrestrained.
Amid their rage, many sect members shuddered, realizing something.
This youth had once possessed two Supreme Bones—one lost in childhood, the other willingly excised before death and given to his brother.
By all logic, he should have died. Yet each time, he not only survived but grew stronger.
Alone, he had ascended to the upper realm, becoming Wasteland and Sin, forging a fearsome reputation—all without using his strongest techniques. Just how powerful was he?
A chill ran down everyone’s spine. This youth… was extraordinary. Even without Supreme Bones, he had the bearing of an invincible. The Immortal Ancient would likely be thrown into chaos because of him!
“Finally, I can fight without restraint—no more holding back. All my techniques can be unleashed!”
As Shi Hao spoke, a pair of massive Kun Peng wings unfurled behind him, like clouds blotting the sky, accompanied by surging divine light.
The aura was overwhelming, startling the creatures behind him. Some attacked in secret.
With a mere flap of his wings—BOOM!—those assailants exploded into bloody mist and shattered bones!
The demeanor of a demon god, fully displayed!
The outside world watched in shock. Unleashed, he would be even more terrifying than Wasteland or Sin. Who knew what storms he would stir?
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