The sword embryo was no longer dull. Each time it revived, it illuminated the heavens and earth, eclipsing the sun and moon.
At this moment, it hummed softly on its own, unsharpened yet imposing, radiating countless divine rays that pierced the firmament.
Astonishing scenes emerged on the sword embryo—a humanoid figure ascending to immortality, surrounded by a rain of light and ethereal white mist, the aura of the divine.
“Crack!”
The dagger began to fracture, fissures appearing across its surface. The sight was shocking. After all, this was a sacred treasure from the Fallen God Ridge. Though damaged and its rank diminished, its material remained intact, infused with immortal metal, indestructible. How could it shatter?
The sound of metal splitting was crisp. Streaks of multicolored light flowed from the dagger, converging toward the Great Luo Immortal Sword, enveloping it in a hazy, seven-colored radiance.
“This is…” The onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with astonishment.
The seven-colored divine light transferred from the dagger, merging with the rain of immortal light on the sword embryo, bursting into dazzling brilliance, growing ever more vivid and lifelike.
It was astounding. The engravings on the sword embryo pulsed with vitality, as if coming to life. Around the humanoid figure, endless light rained down, swirling with iridescent hues.
“Snap!”
With a final crisp sound, the dagger shattered completely, falling to the ground in pieces.
It was now pitted and scarred, its material reduced by at least half, utterly ruined, dull and unrecognizable.
“The seven-colored immortal metal is gone!”
Outside, the crowd was stunned. The people of the Fallen God Ridge turned ashen, their expressions darkening to the extreme.
Clearly, the multicolored dagger was now useless!
Originally, it had contained half of the seven-colored immortal metal, but now all of it had drained away, absorbed by the sword, leaving only dregs behind.
In contrast, the sword embryo shone with unparalleled brilliance, so radiant it was painful to look at.
On its surface, the humanoid figure remained unchanged, still wreathed in pure immortal mist, but the rain of light had transformed into seven colors—resplendent, enchanting, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Finally, the sword embryo dimmed, its radiance receding, returning to its dull, gray state.
Even the engravings turned ashen, the seven-colored light now muted, no longer displaying the unique properties of the immortal metal. It was eerily mystical.
Shi Hao was surprised. The sword embryo was as plain as before, its weight unchanged.
“Strange. The seven-colored immortal metal fused into it, adding tens of thousands of pounds. Why is it still the same?” He weighed the sword in his hand—still over a hundred thousand pounds.
Yet soon, he was delighted. The sword embryo was too mysterious, capable of autonomously absorbing the seven-colored immortal metal and refining it into itself, undergoing self-evolution.
Rumors claimed the sword embryo had a mysterious origin—not forged, but naturally formed, excavated from an ancient mine’s stone, passing through many hands before ending up with the Five-Crowned King.
“Good!”
Shi Hao flicked the sword embryo, producing a clear, resonant sound. Satisfied, he sheathed it and turned his attention to the massive corpse on the ground, his eyes gleaming.
“Wow, we’re rich!” The little rabbit was the first to rush over, hopping excitedly. She picked up numerous bottles and jars—precious medicines—before eyeing the Fallen God Child’s body greedily.
“I never expected his true form to look like this,” Qing Yi remarked.
The Fallen God Child had the head of a dragon and the body of a crane, brimming with divine essence. Even in death, it emitted holy radiance, pulsing with astonishing energy.
“I can’t eat this!” The Divine Striking Stone grumbled.
“This body is incredibly tough—impossible to cut through,” the little rabbit murmured, her eyes shining as if she hadn’t eaten in years. She circled it, swallowing hard.
“Hey, rabbit, craving meat again?” Cao Yusheng teased.
Qing Yi and Shi Hao burst into laughter, while the Divine Striking Stone cackled.
“Nonsense! I’m a vegetarian!” the little rabbit declared righteously, though her throat betrayed her with an audible gulp, turning her face bright red.
“I swear, you and Shi Hao must be siblings—cut from the same cloth!” Cao Yusheng said.
“Thud!”
The little rabbit’s ruby-like eyes flashed. With a powerful kick, she sent the fat man flying out of sight.
In the distance, the crowd was in shock. The Fallen God Child was dead, leaving behind a trove of treasures, but no one dared approach. Who would dare compete with Shi Hao?
The place erupted in chatter, a cacophony of voices.
Suddenly, Shi Hao looked up and sneered. “Trying to run?”
Whoosh!
He vanished from his spot, reappearing at the battlefield’s edge.
Everyone shuddered, their hair standing on end. This was Shi Hao, the one who had just slain the Fallen God Child, now standing before them. Who wouldn’t be terrified?
“We meant no offense…” some stammered nervously.
Soon, they realized Shi Hao wasn’t targeting them—he had intercepted a single figure.
A man in his thirties, fear in his eyes, stumbled backward. It was Long Yu, a subordinate of Jun Dao, who had once approached Shi Hao in the Burial City, proposing an alliance between Jun Dao, the Fallen God Child, and Shi Hao.
Instead of an alliance, it had led to the Fallen God Child hunting Shi Hao in the Burial City.
“Shi… Shi Hao, this wasn’t my doing. I truly wanted to broker an alliance, but things went awry,” Long Yu said, his face pale.
He had come to watch the battle, expecting the Fallen God Child to win. Instead, he witnessed his death, chilling him to the bone. Now, cornered by Shi Hao, he nearly collapsed.
“I won’t waste words. Take me to Jun Dao, and I’ll spare you. Otherwise, you know the consequences,” Shi Hao said coldly.
Long Yu hesitated. Leading someone to Jun Dao, an ancient freak—it terrified him!
“Please, spare me!” Long Yu begged.
“I will spare you, but I must see Jun Dao!” Shi Hao declared, pressing a finger toward Long Yu’s forehead.
“I’ll take you!” Long Yu cried in terror.
At the same time, Shi Hao gleaned much information, his lips curling into a sneer. “Good, good, good. The Fallen God Child came to kill me to retrieve an immortal corpse for Jun Dao, to aid his breakthrough? I’ll deliver it myself—let’s see if he dares take it!”
“Yahoo! Another raid—no, another ancient freak to deal with! Let’s go!” The little rabbit cheered, thriving on chaos.
The other geniuses stood dumbfounded, hearts trembling. Shi Hao was too domineering—having just slain the Fallen God Child, he was now targeting Jun Dao.
This was monumental, destined to shake the Ancient Immortal Realm. Everyone’s hearts raced with fear and awe.
The Divine Striking Stone acted swiftly, setting up a teleportation array based on Long Yu’s coordinates. Shi Hao and his companions stepped onto it, vanishing along a silver path.
“Boom!”
The place erupted in turmoil. Shi Hao had truly acted on his word, charging straight for Jun Dao.
“Heavens, has the era changed? Shi Hao is unstoppable, targeting ancient kings one after another!”
“Slaying the Fallen God Child, then immediately pursuing another ancient freak—Shi Hao is truly peerless!”
The crowd marveled, voices rising in excitement.
Beyond the Ancient Immortal Realm, at the edge of the Forbidden Land, sect disciples stared in shock at the images projected from within.
Jun Dao’s sect members paled, their expressions tense as they watched closely. Never had they imagined an ancient freak facing such peril, their fate hanging by a thread.
“Jun Dao, flee! Or take that final step!” someone in his sect prayed silently. If word got out, it would cause an uproar—even an ancient freak’s sect was reduced to this. Had the world truly changed?
It was all because of Shi Hao—his rise had triggered unprecedented upheaval!
The ancient land was veiled in mist, its mountains shrouded in thin fog, spiritual energy swirling like smoke.
Deep in the mountains, an ancient cave spewed chaotic energy.
A glowing portal flickered in the void. Shi Hao, Cao Yusheng, and Qing Yi emerged, heading straight for the cave.
“There are defensive formations!” the Divine Striking Stone warned.
Shi Hao nodded but didn’t stop. Wielding the Great Luo Immortal Sword, he slashed forward violently.
“Crack! Crack!”
The mountain split, peaks sheared off, formations shattered.
It was a display of brutal beauty. Shi Hao’s arm, wreathed in immortal energy, swung the sword embryo, obliterating all obstacles in his path.
This was the power of one who had taken that final step—every movement a devastating strike, the sword embryo unstoppable.
“Swish!”
Shi Hao cleaved through the cave’s restrictions and strode inside.
“Jun Dao, come out!”
“Boom!”
Chaotic mist billowed from the cave as a figure charged forth, holding a treasure pagoda, unleashing terrifying runes to suppress Shi Hao.
“Watch out—he’s activating a formation! Stop him!” the Divine Striking Stone shouted, its expertise in formations making it acutely sensitive.
Inside the cave, figures clashed, divine techniques erupting, runes filling the air.
Shi Hao advanced alone, his sword singing as he unleashed endless divine patterns, sweeping through his foes.
“Snap!”
The pagoda shattered, its wielder bisected.
“Just a puppet.”
Shi Hao pressed onward, deeper into the cave, shaking the sword embryo to unleash its most lethal strike.
“Thud!”
He not only destroyed the formation platform but also sliced through the void, countless sword beams shooting into the rift.
“Thud!”
But it was too late. Only a spray of blood fell from the void—Jun Dao had escaped, wounded.
“What a pity,” Shi Hao sighed.
Cao Yusheng and Qing Yi were speechless. In a single day, Shi Hao had fought two ancient freaks, slain the Fallen God Child, and forced Jun Dao to flee—a feat unparalleled in history.
“He was calm. Knowing the Fallen God Child had cultivated immortal energy and still lost, he realized he stood no chance and retreated decisively,” the Divine Striking Stone observed.
“We’re rich! So many divine treasures!” The little rabbit jumped for joy, her eyes sparkling as she hugged Shi Hao and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, you drooled. Swallow it back,” Shi Hao said without batting an eye.
“Pah! Got too excited—lucky you.”
The ground was littered with piles of sacred herbs, semi-divine fruits, and other astonishing treasures.
There were also bone scriptures—records of ancient sages’ insights, their meditations on cultivation, and even their attempts at the final step. These texts were priceless.
“Wow! Divine pills—several of them!” The little rabbit pulled out four crystal orbs, each containing a radiant pill, shimmering with light.
“Refined from a divine herb,” Qing Yi noted.
Ancient kings’ breakthroughs were tumultuous, often leaving their bodies half-destroyed—much like Shi Hao’s self-immolation with the Three Thousand Dao Flames. Thus, they couldn’t carry important items, lest they be ruined.
This time, Shi Hao and his group had struck gold, raiding Jun Dao’s entire stash.
The treasures were countless, dazzling to the eye. After all, this was the hoard of an ancient freak!
“With these, we can safely attempt the second strand of immortal energy,” Shi Hao said, thrilled by the staggering haul.
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