The Fallen Immortal Ridge left everyone dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as shock and disbelief rippled through the crowd!
Three figures stood in different positions, their sin-blood aura shattering the clouds while holy light surged into the heavens. The three blazing “Sin” characters branded across the sky were unbearably dazzling, radiating an eerie brilliance.
“I feel a bit dizzy… someone help me up.”
“I suffered a severe injury recently, and my vision… it’s still blurry. When I look at these sin-blood descendants, I see double.”
After the man holding the bone mirror staggered back, the dozen or so followers who had been shouting alongside him also felt their vision swim, their bodies chilled to the bone as they retreated.
The sight before them was simply too overwhelming—three sin-blood descendants of the same generation, standing together, their cold gazes fixed upon them. Anyone would feel their confidence waver.
Though these pursuers were strong, and though they followed the Six Crown King, they couldn’t help but feel the urge to faint. How… unlucky! How had they stumbled upon such an immovable, unbreakable wall?!
The Six Crown King was mighty indeed, and if the situation turned dire, he might still fight and retreat. But them? Against three sin-blood descendants, they’d be slaughtered like vegetables.
Curses filled their hearts—this was supposed to be a triumphant display of power, yet they had stumbled into an inconceivable, terrifying catastrophe!
The silence that had gripped the mountain ridge shattered as the gathered beings erupted into chaos.
“What in the heavens is happening?! Am I seeing this right? Three sin-blood auras piercing the heavens—this is unprecedented, shaking the ages!”
Everyone was stunned. This was like something out of myth. Even one sin-blood descendant was a rarity in recent times, let alone three brothers appearing together. It was enough to make one’s eyes ache and head throb.
Speechless, they could only stand in awe.
Even the Six Crown King, Ning Chuan, was at a loss for words.
He stood there, staring at the mountain ridge, utterly dumbfounded. He had come for one sin-blood descendant, only to be met with three brothers. What… could he even say to that?!
Even Ning Chuan, who dabbled in divination and sensed the unseen currents of fate, couldn’t help but wonder if his own destiny had taken a turn for the worse.
Indeed, even the mighty Six Crown King was left momentarily stunned.
This was unprecedented. He felt cursed, as though fate itself was playing tricks on him. The situation was so bizarre it felt unreal.
Ning Chuan stood his ground, unmoving, his overwhelming aura clashing with the trio before him.
Meanwhile, the outside world was in an uproar. The events unfolding in the Nest Realm were being projected onto the immortal petals, visible to all through the stone monuments.
Even the sect masters trembled, their beards quivering as they struggled to process the scene before them.
“Is the Six Crown King Ning Chuan… just that unlucky?” whispered a Heavenly Deity.
Many shared the sentiment, finding the situation absurd—almost laughable.
But upon deeper reflection, no one could muster a smile. Instead, an invisible weight of dread settled over them.
The three Shi brothers—three supreme talents from the same bloodline. If they were to unite, who in the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm could stand against them?
One possessed dual pupils, another immortal bones, and the third had undergone a supreme nirvana. The mere thought was suffocating.
This was an unstoppable force. If these three brothers truly joined hands, the Immortal Ancient would face catastrophe. The consequences would be dire.
Together, they could rampage through the Immortal Ancient, sowing terror and destruction like never before.
“If they survive and grow, the Upper Realm will gain an imperial clan!” someone murmured grimly.
The words sent chills down everyone’s spines. It was a terrifying possibility—one that could very well become reality if these brothers ceased their infighting.
Many now prayed that all three would perish within the Immortal Ancient.
Failing that, even one or two deaths would shift the balance of power, altering the fate of the three thousand provinces. Otherwise, the future would be unbearable.
The Fallen Immortal Ridge trembled with tension, excitement, and dread. This was a battle of unparalleled geniuses!
“Who are you calling sin-blood?”
Shi Yi, the dual-pupiled one, spoke, his gaze sharp as divine light shimmered within his eyes. He stared at the Six Crown King and his followers.
Lightning crackled in the void—not from any technique, but a natural phenomenon manifesting in his presence.
“All three of you,” Ning Chuan replied calmly.
As a peerless genius who had dominated six lifetimes, striking fear into the hearts of all his peers, he would not back down, even against three foes.
“So that includes me? I’m a sin-blood descendant too?” Qin Hao sneered, stepping forward. His chest glowed as surging blood energy formed an oppressive aura.
“Do you take pride in your sin-blood?” Ning Chuan asked, his tone serene yet imposing.
Shi Hao burst into laughter—he couldn’t help it. Never had he imagined such a scene: Ning Chuan arriving to face not one, but three of them.
“Ning Chuan, who do you think you are? The guardian of the Great Dao? Do you truly believe you embody heaven’s will?” Shi Hao retorted coldly.
From behind, a voice interjected: “To you, our orthodoxies represent heaven’s will—existing solely to suppress the descendants of sin and chaos like you.”
Though uneasy, some followers refused to cower entirely.
“What is sin? What is chaos? Where is our blood impure? Explain!” Shi Yi demanded, his pupils blazing as terrifying beams shot forth, shaking the heavens.
“Ah—!”
The man screamed, though no attack had landed. Just meeting Shi Yi’s gaze made his soul feel as though it were sinking into an abyss. Pale-faced, he stumbled back in terror.
Ning Chuan’s pristine sleeve flicked gently, restoring the man, who hastily retreated behind him.
The battle was about to begin!
Ning Chuan, flawless in beauty with silver hair cascading to his waist, stepped forward alone against the three. His white robes billowed as he moved with transcendent grace.
**Boom!**
Mist swirled as his left hand glowed, rapidly expanding to grasp forward with overwhelming force.
This was a supreme divine ability—his palm transformed into the heavens themselves, crashing down to annihilate his foes.
“Hmph!”
Qin Hao acted, his gaze icy. Clad in the Everlasting Battle Armor, he pointed a finger, summoning towering ancient trees from the void. They siphoned the essence of the sky, dismantling the colossal hand.
Hailing from Mount Immortal (also known as the Five Elements Mountain), he wielded the Five Elements Law—this was the Wood Technique.
**Hum!**
The heavens trembled as sacred light bathed the land.
All hearts quaked. This battle would be etched into history, a legend witnessed firsthand.
Above, the dense canopy of trees, formed from runes, resisted the crushing weight of Ning Chuan’s palm.
**Crack!**
The mist surged, the sky overturned. The palm, now the very firmament, pressed down relentlessly, shattering the trees of law one after another.
“Oh?”
Qin Hao’s expression tightened. A casual strike from Ning Chuan carried such might?
**Swoosh!**
Light erupted from his chest, a divine beam piercing the heavens, stirring chaos as an immortal aura suffused the skies.
The spectators shuddered. A clash of this magnitude would shake the world, a spectacle seen once in countless lifetimes.
Fear mingled with exhilaration.
**Hum!**
The void resonated as the shattered sky reformed into that same unstoppable palm, descending once more.
Qin Hao’s face grew solemn as he began weaving the Five Elements, their energies erupting in unison.
“Six Crown King, mighty and peerless, shall dominate this era!”
A voice rang out—the same follower Ning Chuan had saved earlier.
“Insolent!”
Shi Yi turned, his eyes flashing. This time, he truly attacked. Runes condensed within his pupils, shooting forth like silver lightning.
The man hastily raised a treasure to block, while others lent their aid.
Yet horror unfolded—the silver runes pierced straight through the divine artifact, detonating it in an instant.
Other techniques meant to intercept were effortlessly dismantled.
**Splat!**
Blood sprayed as the man was cleaved in two midair, as though struck by an invisible axe.
“Daring to kill before me,” Ning Chuan said coolly, his voice laced with authority.
“Six Crown King, such grandeur!” Shi Yi replied icily, standing atop a peak, unshaken.
Ning Chuan abandoned Qin Hao, turning his attention to the dual-pupiled one. His sleeve billowed, unleashing a tempest of dark wind—the Supreme Yin Divine Gale, a technique that could reduce immortals to bone and dust.
Yet this was but a casual strike, a mere glimpse of his invincible might.
**Swoosh!**
Shi Yi remained unmoved. Golden beams erupted from his eyes, warping space as divine light flooded the battlefield.
**Boom!**
The world twisted, runes drowning all sight.
The spectators gasped, retreating further despite already being at a safe distance.
When the dust settled, both stood unharmed in the void, the land below in ruins.
“Truly unexpected,” Ning Chuan murmured. He had come for one, only to face three.
“You came for me, didn’t you? Then face me!” Shi Hao declared, stepping into the sky to confront him directly.
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