“What a masterful move! Huang is too domineering—daring to provoke several freaks alone, forging an irreconcilable feud!”
“The Three Thousand Azure Stone Path buried entire armies, even ancient freaks were wounded. Truly earth-shattering!”
News spread far and wide, shaking many minor realms. The battle stirred storms and waves, igniting immense turbulence.
Huang once secluded himself on the Three Thousand Azure Stone Path, emerging only to slay even the Fallen Godchild. His achievements here were nothing short of astonishing.
Clearly, Huang had now grown into a force to be reckoned with, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with ancient kings, becoming one of the most terrifying beings of this era.
Today, even the combined efforts of Jun Dao, the Dark Godchild, and the freak from the Celestial Nation suffered a crushing defeat. Such an outcome was hard to believe, yet it happened—witnessed by many.
“Huang’s true form never appeared. He buried entire armies with formations alone—his methods defy the heavens!”
“His divine senses were sharp, foreseeing danger and leaving beforehand, setting this trap. The armies swallowed the bitter fruit indeed.”
People marveled, knowing Jun Dao and the others must be seething. As ancient kings, they stood aloof, never joining forces—yet their first collaboration ended in failure.
For them, this was humiliation. A single man had slapped them all—loudly.
“Damn it!”
A low growl echoed through the mist—an ancient king, furious at this disgraceful failure, having not even laid eyes on Huang.
“Heh heh…” A sinister, beastly laugh followed, laced with the scent of blood.
The freak from the Celestial Nation remained unscathed, a testament to his terrifyingly sharp senses—never once stepping into the formation.
The realization chilled all who heard. No wonder even Ning Chuan treated him with caution. He was the ultimate hunter of the Immortal Ancient’s minor realms.
“Huang has risen. If even ancient prodigies can’t kill him, he’s destined to soar in the Immortal Ancient, growing at an alarming rate.”
At the edge of the Forbidden Lands outside, someone sighed softly.
“May the gates of Immortal Ancient open in a few years, not centuries!” an Heavenly God muttered, unwilling to give Huang more time—lest he become an unstoppable calamity.
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**Frost Realm, Ruins of a Tribe.**
Shi Hao gripped the Great Luo Immortal Sword, witnessing scene after scene that shook him to the core—someone was ascending to immortality.
A native, wielding divine might, shattered the heavens, defying tribulation with unmatched prowess.
“He… froze the heavenly tribulation!”
Shi Hao was stunned. This man had mastered the Dao through ice and snow, evolving it into the Supreme Yin. Any law pushed to its limits was terrifying, boundless in power.
He sealed the sky, freezing even the tribulation—a peerless display.
The entire firmament turned crystalline, the tribulation dissipating. Yet, he coughed blood, wounded.
“Break the Immortal Ancient’s seal, shatter the curse! I will lead my people home!” His roar was his drive, his belief.
White radiance spilled from his body, snowflakes swirling as he slashed at the heavens. Supreme Yin raged, engulfing the endless calamity.
The tribe prayed, hopeful, awaiting his triumph.
**Boom!**
Another wave of lightning fell. The tribulation neared its end, scattering light like rain—ascension’s glow appeared.
The tribe rejoiced, cheering wildly.
Yet—a crack split the man’s brow, spreading. He… was disintegrating.
“The curse has awakened! My lord… he didn’t suppress it to fight the tribulation. It breached his soul!” an elder cried, the first to notice.
Others still celebrated as the elder and the tribe’s strongest desperately activated the altar, trying to aid him.
“Leave me… retreat!” the man roared, his body crumbling.
Ignoring him, they poured their power into the altar, a divine beam shooting skyward.
They overestimated themselves. The man, on the cusp of immortality, was beyond their aid.
**Bang!**
The final lightning strike shattered him. The curse consumed his soul, his body exploding into mist.
With a final cry, he unleashed everything, scattering his essence to erase the tribulation, shielding the Immortal Ancient.
Yet—a wisp of Supreme Yin light spilled earthward, drawn by the elders’ power.
Instantly, the world froze. The entire minor realm turned to ice—all life extinguished.
From just a wisp of his power!
In his last moments, grief-stricken, he saw the elders smiling—faces of relief.
“Better to fade with clarity than linger in ignorance. Let our tribe end thus.”
Their voices reached him as he vanished. The mighty tribe was sealed in ice, lost forever.
—
Shi Hao stood motionless, petrified. The altar dimmed, silent.
With a sigh, he sheathed the sword, heavy-hearted.
“The natives cannot leave their tribes… because of the curse. Like prisoners.”
Unimaginable—a man on the verge of immortality fell to the curse. How horrifying, how sinister was this power?
Not mere misfortune, but an ancient, mystical curse from the last epoch.
An invisible chain bound them to their lands. To wander meant death.
Some had left before, following outsiders to the three thousand provinces—only to perish.
The tribes’ lands were safe, yet the curse festered in their blood.
Reaching the sect-leader level meant madness or death.
Outsiders who stayed bore descendants cursed like the natives—doomed at the Heavenly God stage.
This tribe’s strongest had surpassed sect-leaders, suppressing the curse, nearly ascending. A genius beyond compare.
Yet, he failed.
The Immortal Ancient held wonders—a paradise for cultivation. But also curses. Outsiders could leave unharmed, but those who bore children here doomed them.
This man might have been the strongest in Immortal Ancient’s history, seeking to break the seal, free his people.
Instead, he fell, staining the heavens with his blood.
“A pity. A tragedy,” Shi Hao murmured.
The little rabbit hopped over, stunned by the tale.
“So sad… a peerless figure, rivaling the Demon Lord, Ye Qianyu, Mo Wudao, gone without a whisper.”
Shi Hao recalled one last detail—amid the frozen world, something had fallen from the sky, buried deep.
“Search carefully. There may be Supreme Yin essence here. For you, it could be an unimaginable fortune.”
They scoured the ruins, burying the tribe deeper. Yet, nothing extraordinary surfaced.
“Keep looking. I must meditate.” Shi Hao sought to refine his second strand of immortal energy.
“I’ll hunt for snow lotuses—maybe divine or immortal herbs!” The rabbit bounded off, the God-Slaying Stone in tow, seeking Supreme Yin ores.
Shi Hao settled atop a snow peak, deep in the mountains, to cultivate.
His brow glowed as something emerged—strands of primal chaos mist swirling forth.
He winced, carefully extracting the treasure sealed within his brow by him and Qi Daolin.
Had the Celestial Clan known, they’d have raged in fury.
This was the “Immortal Seed” seized from their ancient mine. Back at the Supreme Dao Field, Shi Hao had chosen his path—this treasure was pivotal.
The Three Thousand Azure Stone Path had been his first stage. Now, it was time to wield this rarest of marvels.
It shifted in size—now a millstone, now a lychee—wreathed in mist that could crush mountains if disturbed.
Even with his Heavenly Eye, Shi Hao couldn’t pierce its secrets.
Qi Daolin had guessed it might contain immortal gold, still evolving. Whatever lay within, it was priceless—a peerless treasure nurtured by the cosmos itself.
In the Immortal Ancient, Shi Hao had remained calm, knowing this was his key to immortality.
Now, the time had come.
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