Chapter 850: Brothers

In the mountainous terrain, ancient trees towered exceptionally tall, their gnarled roots protruding from the earth like coiled dragons.

A stream meandered silently between the ancient trees, its surface calm and undisturbed, adding to the serene atmosphere.

“This… can’t be!” Qin Hao’s voice trembled as if he had seen a ghost. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t believe he was seeing that person again.

Shi Hao stood calmly, watching him in silence.

“What a formidable youth, terrifying aura—his blood energy lies dormant like a true dragon,” Louis muttered in horror, eyeing Qin Hao with unease.

“You… you’re alive!” Qin Hao’s chest heaved violently, his breathing rough, betraying his inner turmoil. His eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly at Shi Hao.

After a moment of silence, Shi Hao spoke, “Seeing me, won’t you call me ‘brother’?”

Hearing this, Qin Hao finally confirmed—this was indeed the person from the lower realm, his elder brother, still alive in this world!

He couldn’t fathom how someone who had lost his Supreme Bone, exhausted his essence blood, and been buried in a grave could possibly return to life. It defied all logic.

Qin Hao stood frozen, staring at Shi Hao. How could this be? The figure that had nearly faded from his memory now stood before him.

“Is this your brother?” Lan Yichen asked curiously, deep in thought.

“The Qin Clan’s Dual-Bone Supreme? Truly extraordinary. Just the natural aura he exudes is as radiant as a divine furnace burning,” Luo Dao nodded in approval.

They knew Shi Hao’s true identity and had pieced together much, so they quickly deduced who the youth clad in metallic battle armor was.

Beneath the ancient trees, the stream flowed over the protruding roots, yet no fish could be seen—only silence lingered.

“What, has it been so long that you’ve forgotten your elder brother?” Shi Hao asked, facing him.

Years had passed, and Qin Hao had grown taller. His gleaming Immortal Battle Armor shimmered mysteriously, his black hair fluttering in the wind. His refined features carried an air of heroism.

Now, his cultivation had soared. Hailed as the young supreme of his clan, his Dual-Bone prowess dominated the battlefield, earning him immense fame and respect.

“Brother…” Qin Hao uttered the word, his expression gradually calming, though his heart remained shaken. He never expected to reunite here.

He could sense that his elder brother had grown even stronger—not just in cultivation, but in an intangible, latent “momentum,” like a dragon lurking in the abyss.

That aura, that potential, was not something ordinary people could perceive. It was a dormant force, ready to erupt like an ancient phoenix awakening, capable of soaring to the heavens in an instant.

By now, Shi Hao was over nineteen years old—tall, handsome, and composed. Only his eyes remained unchanged: clear and pure. Yet, when they flickered open, a radiant light shone through, carrying a power that stirred the soul.

Watching his elder brother, Qin Hao’s heart surged with emotion.

“Good, you’ve grown. Your cultivation has soared, and now you stand unrivaled,” Shi Hao nodded, studying his younger brother.

“Father and Mother… they’ll be overjoyed to know you’re alive. I never thought we’d meet again,” Qin Hao said.

He steadied his emotions. As the Dual-Bone Supreme, even the collapse of a divine mountain wouldn’t shake him—yet today was different.

“How are Father and Mother? I’ve missed them,” Shi Hao asked.

“They’re well, but… why didn’t you come to us after arriving in the upper realm? Why didn’t you visit them?” Qin Hao questioned.

“Could I?” Shi Hao smiled faintly, then his gaze sharpened, piercing through the void as if to glare at those beyond the Immortal Ancient.

“I learned that Grandfather was once imprisoned by the Qin Clan, then exiled to the cursed Demon Island to mine divine ore. If not for his resilience and Father’s intervention, disaster might have struck.”

Shi Hao’s voice was quiet but firm as he stared into the void. “Some in the Qin Clan deserve death!”

Outside, many watched through the stone walls, feeling an overwhelming pressure from his blazing eyes.

“Aside from Mother’s lineage, some in the Qin Clan are truly unforgivable. If you still remember Grandfather, don’t hesitate when the time comes,” Shi Hao said.

“Haor!” Outside, Qin Yining’s eyes welled with tears as she watched her two sons reunite—joy and sorrow intertwined. She glared at certain Qin Clan members.

Too much had happened over the years, leaving her emotions in turmoil.

Shi Ziling turned his gaze toward certain Qin Clan members, his eyes icy and silent.

Luo Dao, Lan Yichen, and Louis sensed the complex history between the brothers, involving the mighty Qin Clan, and remained silent.

“I’ll investigate,” Qin Hao said.

Outside, the revelation of Shi Hao’s identity and the brothers’ reunion sent shockwaves through the crowd.

“Two supremes from one family—how terrifying!” someone murmured.

“The Shi surname… what an extraordinary lineage. Even after their ancient kingdom in the upper realm was destroyed, they’ve produced such figures in this era!” another sighed.

The Fire Cloud Cave, Floating Void Valley, and other factions frowned—this was not good news for them.

Some worried for the Six Crown King, who was on his way. If he encountered them, it wouldn’t be just one descendant of the Sinful Bloodline—but two!

“Brother, it’s good that you’re alive. We can be together again,” Qin Hao said.

Perhaps due to his nature, or perhaps something else, his words carried warmth, though not as fervently as most would express.

“Brother, how did you survive?” Qin Hao asked.

This puzzled not just him, but many others. Years ago, Shi Hao had fallen in battle, witnessed by countless in the lower realm as he weakened and died.

Shi Ziling and Qin Yining had even buried him, guarding his grave for half a year. Yet here he was, alive in the upper realm.

“Fate was kind. The heavens tried to claim me, but failed,” Shi Hao smiled, though the words hid untold suffering—struggling alone in the cold earth before finally reviving.

Outside, within a bronze hall, someone frowned. Shi Hao had been struck by their sect’s lethal Green Bronze Rust Curse—he should have died. Yet he endured.

“And Grandfather…? We’ve searched but found no trace,” Qin Hao asked.

“He’s well. I reunited with him,” Shi Hao said. In truth, the Fifteen Lord had also entered the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm and seen Qin Hao, but circumstances had prevented recognition.

“Good. After this, I’ll visit him,” Qin Hao nodded.

Shi Hao longed to ask about A’Man, recalling how she had wept and cared for him as a child, begging him not to close his eyes, not to forget.

The memory still moved him.

But he feared that asking directly might provoke unforeseen consequences.

When he grew stronger, he would go to the Qin Clan himself and demand answers.

“Let’s go. We’ll head to the Sinister Nest and explore the Fallen Immortal Ridge along the way,” Shi Hao suggested.

Qin Hao hesitated briefly before nodding and following Shi Hao forward.

Yet, as they walked side by side, an awkward silence settled between them.

After a long pause, Qin Hao spoke, “Brother, many creatures have gathered here. Let’s hurry through the Fallen Immortal Ridge and reach the Sinister Nest.”

“Agreed,” Shi Hao nodded.

Qin Hao’s feet glowed as he effortlessly crossed a mountain ridge with astonishing speed.

Luo Dao was impressed—such effortless movement, as if chasing the stars.

Louis sighed. If this was just the start, how could he keep up if they truly unleashed their speed?

Shi Hao’s body radiated light as runes enveloped him, carrying the others forward to match Qin Hao’s pace.

Qin Hao was surprised—his elder brother could keep up even while carrying others.

“The Kun Peng Art is truly extraordinary. Brother, your speed surpasses the Divine Flame Realm’s limits,” Qin Hao remarked.

His chest glowed as bone runes swirled around him like armor, boosting his speed as he traversed the Fallen Immortal Ridge.

Shi Hao remained silent, matching his pace stride for stride.

Qin Hao’s heart stirred. Glancing at his brother, he acknowledged the Kun Peng Art’s supremacy—one of the world’s ultimate movement techniques.

No matter how much he accelerated, he couldn’t shake Shi Hao.

“Brother, shall we spar?” Qin Hao suddenly proposed, his feelings toward Shi Hao complex yet undeniably competitive.

Shi Hao looked at him in surprise. “The Sinister Nest is near. There may be battles ahead. No need to waste energy here.”

“But testing our skills is why we came to Immortal Ancient, isn’t it?” Qin Hao insisted.

“Fine,” Shi Hao agreed, stopping abruptly.

Qin Hao’s eyes blazed as runes spiraled around him, erupting into starlight that cloaked his body. His fighting spirit surged.

“Hmm?!” Suddenly, Shi Hao sensed something and halted, turning his gaze.

In the distance, a young man strode across the void, crossing the Fallen Immortal Ridge with confidence and speed.

That aura was unforgettable—the man Shi Hao had once fought to exhaustion, blood staining the earth in the most grueling battle of his life.

Shi Hao’s eyes burned as he stared into the distance.

The man was majestic, his gaze sweeping the world with invincible confidence. Within his pupils, suns and moons crumbled, galaxies perished—a terrifying sight!

Shi Yi—it was him!

Once Shi Hao’s greatest foe, the one he had trained relentlessly to surpass. After their life-and-death battle in the Void God Realm, Shi Hao had been left half-dead, recovering for half a year.

And now, the Dual-Pupiled Shi Yi had spotted him too.