“Because it was I who drove away the ominous and the eerie!” Shi Hao’s teeth gleamed white as he grinned brightly, his smile almost blinding.
The Fallen God’s Heir wished he could smash a Fallen God Seal onto that face, shattering it into a bloody mess. This opponent, younger than him, was utterly detestable. Naturally, he refused to believe him.
“Believe it or not, I boarded the black ancient ship, traced it to its source, and witnessed the entire truth,” Shi Hao said calmly.
Though unwilling to accept it, the Fallen God’s Heir knew this man must have confronted the ominous and survived. After all, it was only in the past two days that the eerie phenomena had vanished.
“The Great Luo Immortal Sword of the Five-Crowned King?!” His mind trembled as he stared at the dull gray sword in Shi Hao’s hand. He knew that peerless genius had fallen to the ominous, vanishing without a trace.
Seeing this sword, he began to believe—this young man before him had indeed been to the source of the curse!
The Fallen God’s Heir’s soul trembled violently, desperate to rise. This revelation left him unable to remain calm. Even in death, he wanted to know what lay aboard that black ancient ship.
“Tell me, what did you see?!”
Frustration gnawed at him. At this critical moment, his opponent’s words were clearly meant to crush his spirit.
Already defeated, yet still subjected to such humiliation—how hateful!
“Why should I tell you?” Shi Hao lounged leisurely, sitting cross-legged on the battlefield, observing the Fallen God’s Heir’s body and soul fragments with amusement.
“You… shameless!” The Fallen God’s Heir’s voice was icy, like a wounded beast. Today’s defeat meant the collapse of his glory, his honor—everything.
“You don’t have to die. And I can tell you what lies at the source,” Shi Hao softened his tone, speaking as gently as possible.
“What do you want?” the Fallen God’s Heir sneered.
“We could study the True Phoenix Immortality Art together, refining it further,” Shi Hao suggested, his eyes gleaming. The Fallen God’s Heir possessed several astonishing divine techniques.
The Fallen God Seal was a supreme divine ability from the Immortal Ancient Era, while the Fusion Art and the Void Return Art were equally legendary. But what truly tempted Shi Hao was the True Phoenix Immortality Art—an irresistible lure.
The Fallen God’s Heir sighed. “I long to know of the ominous… but I will never compromise!”
Without another word, Shi Hao struck, attempting to suppress and imprison his soul fragments—a move he had prepared for long in advance.
“Useless. If I wish to die, you cannot stop me!” The Fallen God’s Heir laughed coldly, ruthlessly, as his soul fragments ignited.
No matter how Shi Hao tried, he couldn’t halt the self-destruction. The Fallen God’s Heir withered away, turning to ashes.
The soul is the foundation of one’s existence. Once burned away, nothing remains—true death.
“Damn it!” Despite his efforts, Shi Hao could only watch helplessly as the soul fragments dissipated.
“I am an ancient king. I have my dignity. Better to die than live in disgrace!” The Fallen God’s Heir’s voice was frigid and merciless.
He was ruthless—to his enemies and to himself. In defeat, he refused compromise, choosing death instead.
“Your two senior brothers were decent, but I shattered their confidence. A pity. If I had trampled you as well, it would have been perfect—the fall of the Supreme Lineage,” the Fallen God’s Heir taunted.
Even in death, he sought to provoke Shi Hao, striking at the Supreme Lineage.
“Is there enmity between Fallen God Ridge and the Supreme Lineage?” Shi Hao asked.
“Our founder was hunted by that old fool from the Supreme Hall for a thousand years, barely surviving by fleeing into the forbidden lands. My master and Qi Daolin are mortal enemies,” the Fallen God’s Heir murmured.
“In that case, I won’t hold back. Time to feast!” Shi Hao declared boldly.
“You… bastard!” The Fallen God’s Heir roared, hurling the last flames of his soul at his own body, seeking to destroy it.
He had heard of Shi Hao—the man who devoured everything, especially his fallen foes. The thought of his noble body being roasted was worse than death.
He, the Fallen God’s Heir—an ancient king, an undefeated legend, peerless among his generation—reduced to such a fate? Unthinkable!
“Pfft!”
Shi Hao’s sword swept out, scattering the soul flames into nothingness.
Simultaneously, the corpse on the ground transformed, swelling into a massive form that towered over the dark-red ancient battlefield.
It was a divine dragon-beast, its body extraordinary. It bore the head of a true dragon, scales gleaming menacingly, wreathed in astonishing draconic aura.
Its body, however, was that of a crane—black and white wings interwoven like burning flames, radiating terrifying divine power. Its flesh brimmed with unparalleled divine essence.
Its long tail, a dragon’s, shimmered with iridescent light, covered in dense scales. A single flick could shatter entire ancient mountain ranges.
The beast’s colossal form lay like a small hill, its flesh pulsing with unimaginable vitality.
Shi Hao’s eyes sparkled with delight. Such a massive body meant several meals—a true delicacy.
In the distance, chaos erupted.
The Fallen God’s Heir had fallen, slain in the Burial Realm. This was an earthquake of an event, destined to shake the Immortal Ancient Era.
Shi Hao’s strength had stunned the world!
None had imagined the legendary, invincible Fallen God’s Heir would lose so utterly, his life extinguished here.
“An ancient king… fallen. The peerless Fallen God’s Heir, unmatched in his era, tasted defeat today, meeting his end,” someone murmured.
Before the battle, most had believed the Fallen God’s Heir invincible—a proven king who had endured the trials of his age.
Shi Hao, though strong, was merely exceptional among his contemporaries, untested in the most brutal crucibles.
The Fallen God’s Heir had slain two ancient freaks, one even a Three-Crowned King—a clash of the strongest across eras.
Yet today, it was the Fallen God’s Heir who stained the heavens with his blood.
Undoubtedly, Shi Hao’s name would shake the world!
This battle cemented his status as a king—dominant even against ancient freaks.
“Did he cultivate immortal energy? Rumor said the Fallen God’s Heir might have taken that step, yet he still lost… Incredible.”
Outside the battlefield, the crowd buzzed, unable to calm down.
Beyond, at the edge of the vast forbidden lands, sect disciples stared in disbelief. The peerless Fallen God’s Heir had fallen!
“Ah—!”
A roar erupted from a dark-gold war chariot, sending True Gods collapsing and Heavenly Gods reeling, blood surging in their throats.
All knew—this was the supreme expert of Fallen God Ridge, once a rival to Qi Daolin. His painstakingly nurtured heir, his pride, had perished.
“To think Shi Hao could slay even an ancient freak…” Many foresaw trouble, worrying for their disciples in the Immortal Ancient.
Regret lingered—no one had witnessed the battle.
Both combatants had been shrouded in immortal energy, obscuring the heavens. Only after the battle ended, with Shi Hao withdrawing his aura, did they reappear—the Fallen God’s Heir now a cold corpse.
Though the details remained unknown, the outcome spoke volumes.
“Shi Hao is rising. If he remains in the Immortal Ancient, given time, none will stop him!” a Heavenly God muttered.
This unsettled many, especially those who wished him dead.
In the Burial Realm, on the dark-red battlefield, Shi Hao grinned endlessly. The rewards were immense.
As the Fallen God’s Heir’s immortal energy began to dissipate, Shi Hao’s own surged forth, enveloping and refining it, absorbing its essence.
To his shock, his own immortal energy grew fuller, thicker, and more radiant—unable to expand further.
A monumental gain!
After repeated attempts, he confirmed it—no further growth was possible.
To refine and absorb another’s immortal energy was astonishing.
“If I encounter another who’s cultivated immortal energy, could killing them help me condense a second strand?”
Hearing such words would stun anyone. Few in history had taken that step—most feared it. Yet he sought it.
“First, I’ll use that immortal corpse to nourish my existing strand, see if it can improve further,” Shi Hao mused.
Rummaging through the Fallen God’s Heir’s spatial artifact, his joy soared. The haul was staggering.
Countless rare elixirs, stacks of sacred herbs, even semi-divine fruits glittered brilliantly.
But the greatest prize was a jade box sealing a divine herb!
Its fragrance was intoxicating, its glow ethereal, as if one could ascend just by inhaling its scent.
The only regret—it lacked roots, rendering it unplantable. Still, Shi Hao was satisfied.
“A divine herb. Paired with the Eight Treasures Qilin, its effects will multiply!”
Outside, Fallen God Ridge’s experts seethed, wishing they could intervene.
Unsurprisingly, Shi Hao found no inheritance on the Fallen God’s Heir.
“This dagger is extraordinary—a peerless divine artifact!” Shi Hao picked up the shimmering blade, its misty glow almost dreamlike.
Earlier, it had sliced through even his formidable body, only repelled at his brow.
The dagger was heavy, weighing tens of thousands of jin.
Outside, sect disciples burned with envy. This dagger contained traces of Seven-Colored Immortal Gold—a treasure that, if reforged, could rank among the Ten Great Weapons.
Though its runes had been shattered in battle with the Supreme Hall, its material remained peerless.
The Fallen God’s Heir had vowed to grow alongside this dagger, forging it into a supreme treasure.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao’s dull sword hummed, blazing with light as it struck the colored dagger on its own.
“Hmm?”
“What’s happening?”
Everyone was stunned—even Heavenly Gods beyond the realm gasped.
The dagger’s glow surged, converging onto the Great Luo Immortal Sword!
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