In the mountains, only Shi Hao stood alone, his back adorned with a pair of massive golden wings, speckled with dark markings, like clouds shrouding the heavens!
Beneath him, a group of creatures lay lifeless, their blood staining the ground. At the forefront was the colossal corpse of a Flood Dragon, its head severed, its brow split open, and its divine soul extinguished.
The sight was utterly shocking.
Shi Hao stood like a demonic mountain, towering in silence as the surroundings fell into an eerie stillness.
A young man standing amidst the bloodstained earth—this was a terrifying scene. The disciples of the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect had been completely annihilated, leaving only him, like a demon king descending upon the world.
“This is the Leviathan Roc’s Treasure Spell you all coveted,” Shi Hao said, staring into the void with a bright, toothy grin. His face was youthful and radiant, yet no one dared underestimate him. With such feats, who would still see him as an ignorant boy?
An invisible aura of majesty and dominance surrounded him—a result carved from his bloody battles.
“How could this happen?!”
The members of the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect were on the verge of madness. This outcome sent their blood boiling with rage, an unbearable sight. Their eyes burned red—a first-generation prodigy of their clan had fallen just like that.
Without a doubt, Jiao Yi had been the pride of their clan, destined to rise and shine brilliantly for millennia as a first-generation genius.
Yet, the moment he ascended to godhood, he was mercilessly slain. A single divine wing swept past, and his head rolled to the ground, the crimson blood stinging the eyes of every sect member.
“My body is withered, lacking vitality. After slaying a Flood Dragon, I need proper rest.” With a splash, Shi Hao plunged into the spring pool.
The thick, fragrant liquid, like divine nectar, enveloped him as he sat cross-legged, refining the precious essence to replenish his body.
The spring was sacred, shrouded in mist and radiant light—a rare treasure in this minor realm. It was here that Jiao Yi had ascended to godhood, obtaining great fortune.
“Pity, the pool is nearly drained.”
Shi Hao sighed softly, though it should suffice for him. His skin glowed as divine essence surged into his body, mending his wounds.
On the stone path, he had been tempered by the flames of the Dao, his meridians, flesh, and bones suffering severe damage.
Yet, it was this very ordeal that ignited 108 luminous points within his body, marking his ascension to godhood and a meteoric rise in combat prowess.
However, this path was far from over. He needed to continue, and this was merely a temporary respite to restore his body before exhaustion claimed him.
If pushed too far, he risked burning out entirely.
After a day and night, the pool’s colorful mist thickened, rising like steam to envelop the area!
Having ascended to godhood, Shi Hao’s consumption was immense. He absorbed every drop of divine essence from the pool, causing violent fluctuations in the surroundings.
Now, his body swelled, no longer withered or charred. His skin gleamed like flawless jade, and his hair regrew, cascading to his waist—thick and jet-black. Vitality radiated from him, brimming with youthful vigor.
His wounds had healed, though faint traces remained. Within his flesh, 108 luminous points shone brilliantly, visible through his skin.
The injuries weren’t fatal but required time to fully recover, as remnants of the 108 Dao flames still surged within him.
The spring pool had taken ages to accumulate its precious essence, yet the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect had consumed most of it. What remained was entirely refined by Shi Hao.
Now, the pool was nearly dry.
Stepping out, Shi Hao dragged the Flood Dragon’s corpse over, skillfully skinning and deboning it. To his dismay, the dragon’s tendons had already snapped, their runes erased.
“How did the Six Crown King manage to collect his opponents’ primal rune bones?” Shi Hao mused.
Jiao Yi’s innate treasure spell was lost to the world, destroyed along with his tendons. Shi Hao couldn’t obtain it.
Yet, he wasn’t overly regretful. Though it was a first-generation treasure spell, it paled compared to what he already possessed. Greed would only lead to indigestion. With that, he relaxed his mind and body.
“I’ve been overworked lately. Time to nourish myself.” Shi Hao grinned brightly.
He found a clear spring, washed the Flood Dragon, and placed the broken tendons and glowing heart into a violet bone cauldron, beginning to stew them.
Outside, the onlookers were speechless.
The Jiao Dragon Dao Sect members nearly fainted from rage, their vision darkening. Even their Heavenly Deity was furious, wishing he could storm into the Immortal Ancient Realm and crush Shi Hao with a single slap.
This was their first-generation prodigy—someone who should never have fallen in battle, let alone become someone’s meal!
The sight was nothing short of humiliation.
The illustrious Jiao Dragon Dao Sect, a revered ancient sect of the Upper Realm, felt as if they’d been slapped hard across the face—loud and stinging.
Their prodigy had become another’s “food.” Unthinkable! How could they bear such shame?!
“Almost done. Steaming hot and fragrant!” Inside the minor realm, the young man crouched by the cauldron, salivating.
The entire Flood Dragon, massive in size, had been chopped and tossed into the violet cauldron. With spiritual spring water and Dao flames, he stewed it relentlessly.
As time passed, the dragon meat turned translucent, bursting with radiant light. The broth was milky white, fragrant like divine nectar.
Thankfully, his profound cultivation and extraordinary Dao flames ensured it cooked thoroughly.
“Dragon meat in the heavens, donkey meat on earth. This is a Flood Dragon—close enough to a dragon. Must be delicious.” Shi Hao drooled.
He pulled out several jars of aged wine from his Qiankun Pouch and began feasting.
Outside, the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect members were seething. Never had they encountered such an enemy—one who made them want to vomit blood and stomp him to death.
Even disciples of other sects exchanged glances, at a loss for words.
Over nine months, they’d witnessed countless prodigies, but none as savage as this—slaying foes and then eating them!
The boy looked refined, yet his actions defied all reason!
The True Gods of the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect roared in fury, unable to resist watching, only to end up with stomachaches, liver pains, and lungs burning—utterly enraged!
Disciples from the Fire Cloud Cave, Luofu Valley, Netherworld, and Demon Sunflower Garden wiped their sweat, relieved their own sect members hadn’t crossed paths with this monster.
But their relief was short-lived.
The demonic youth, while chewing dragon meat, spat out bones and pointed at a corpse on the ground. “Get up. I know you’re not dead—I spared you on purpose. Tell me, where are the disciples of Fire Cloud Cave and Luofu Valley? One dragon isn’t enough to fill me up.”
Not only did the creature on the ground tremble in terror, but the disciples of those sects outside also shuddered, their faces paling.
One dragon wasn’t enough?! How big was his appetite?!
“I… don’t know,” the Divine Flame Realm expert stammered, legs shaking as he faced this demonic star. The thought of his clan’s prodigy being cooked and eaten terrified him—he wouldn’t survive even with ten lives!
“Speak, or I’ll eat you too!” Shi Hao threatened.
Outside, the Fire Cloud Cave and Luofu Valley disciples seethed with anger and fear, worried the Flood Dragon might betray their disciples’ locations.
This fiend was too ruthless—even Jiao Yi had been devoured. Who wouldn’t fear for their disciples?
“I truly don’t know,” the Flood Dragon whimpered, nearly collapsing, afraid Shi Hao would toss him into the pot next.
Shi Hao devoured the meat, initially spitting out bones but soon crunching them down with loud cracks. The Jiao Dragon Dao Sect disciple turned green—this was the legendary bone-devouring monster, and he’d met him in the flesh!
In truth, as a first-generation prodigy, Jiao Yi’s tendons and bones contained primal divine essence—perfect nourishment for Shi Hao’s Dao injuries.
So, he didn’t waste a bite.
Half an hour later, the entire Flood Dragon was gone, even the broth drained clean.
Then, he sat cross-legged, his body glowing as he refined the fleshly treasure to heal his wounds and resume cultivation.
His entire being overflowed with vitality, every inch of his skin radiating light as he mended his injuries, enveloped in a sacred aura.
After most of the day, he opened his eyes. The Flood Dragon disciple hadn’t dared move, standing frozen in place.
“Since you’ve behaved, I’ll give you another chance. If you know where the disciples of Heavenly Nation, Netherworld, Demon Sunflower Garden, Beast Sea, or Celestial Clan are, lead me to them, and I might spare you.”
Outside, every sect named felt a chill—this fiend was dangerously fixated. Unless they had top-tier prodigies or ancient freaks, their disciples were doomed.
“I… think I saw Netherworld disciples enter a vibrant minor realm,” the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect disciple stammered.
“Good. Lead the way.” Shi Hao nodded.
Outside, the Netherworld disciples scowled, glaring at the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect with hostility.
“That wretched disciple!” The Jiao Dragon Dao Sect members fumed, uneasy under the stares.
“Look!” Someone pointed at the stone stele, drawing attention to the savage youth.
Everyone broke into a cold sweat.
This guy was beyond redemption—utterly ruthless. Using magic, he shrank the Flood Dragon corpses to half a meter long, threading them together with a tendon and slinging them over his shoulder.
A dozen miniature Flood Dragons, glowing with divine light, strung together—an eerie sight!
“I’m going to explode with rage!” a Heavenly Deity of the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect roared, dizzy with fury.
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The minor realm was vibrant, with lush peaks, glowing flora, and swirling mist. Spiritual herbs and exotic fruits dotted the landscape, their fragrance thick in the air.
“Are you sure Netherworld disciples came here? Don’t they prefer deathly realms?” Shi Hao asked.
“They’re reborn from death—corpses revived with intelligence. They crave vitality, and this place is rich in herbs. They’re likely hunting for sacred or divine medicines,” the disciple explained.
Outside, the Netherworld disciples’ faces darkened further.
“Can’t wait. I’ve eaten everything but ghosts. Time to try something new,” Shi Hao said eagerly.
The disciple stumbled, nearly collapsing in terror.
Outside, everyone stared blankly, petrified.
The Netherworld disciples burned with fury.
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Though not vast, the minor realm spanned tens of thousands of miles. After two days of searching, Shi Hao found no Netherworld disciples but gathered many precious herbs, all while further healing his wounds.
On the third day, black mist surged in the distance, accompanied by flames and faint phoenix cries.
“Netherworld disciples!” the Jiao Dragon Dao Sect disciple confirmed.
Shi Hao grabbed him and vanished in a flash of lightning, arriving instantly. He saw the Netherworld disciples chasing a woman.
“Her?” She looked familiar.
Clad in crimson battle armor, the woman was tall with long legs, a slender waist, ample curves, and a stunning face—Hong Huang.
They’d met in the Lower Realm, among other noblewomen like Lan Yu and Shui Yue.
Spotting Shi Hao, Hong Huang froze, then screamed, “A ghost!”
Shi Hao grimaced. “Ever seen such a handsome ghost?” He grabbed her wrist and pressed it to his chest.
“You—dead ghost! How dare you?!” she shrieked.
“*You’re* touching *me*. *This* is me touching *you*.” He smirked, tilting her chin with one hand and resting the other on her shoulder.
“Shi Hao?! You’re alive?!” She gaped, forgetting his hands on her.
“Obviously.”
“Everyone thought you died—even the sect masters! Yet here you are!” She jumped excitedly.
“Are those Netherworld disciples chasing you?”
“Yes! They stole my sacred herb!” she fumed.
“Perfect. I’ll treat you to roasted ghosts later.”
“Roasted… ghosts? Are you human or not?!”
“Human. I mean cooked ghosts. Any non-human ones?”
“Yes!” She felt dizzy—first chased, then seeing a “ghost,” now hearing this madness.
“Great. We’ll fry, boil, grill, and steam them. Let’s taste ghosts.”
Hong Huang blinked, clutching her chest. Standing behind Shi Hao, she felt safe—his confidence was unshakable.
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