“Come back!” the Dark Divine Child roared, summoning the small cauldron. His flesh had healed, reassembling itself—this was a mysterious skeletal body left behind from the Primordial Era, indestructible and eternal.
The cauldron remained silent, utterly unmoving.
“Hahaha…” Shi Hao laughed heartily, holding the black cauldron in his palm with a mocking expression. Even as the master of the weapon, the other party could barely command it.
In truth, he wasn’t even suppressing it—he was just casually holding it.
The cauldron was incredibly heavy. Though it appeared no larger than a fist, it weighed down his palm like a mountain. Without the aid of bone inscriptions, its sheer mass alone was hundreds of thousands of pounds.
“They say Dark Immortal Gold is extremely heavy—seems it’s true,” Shi Hao murmured to himself. This was a tremendous harvest. A fist-sized cauldron forged from supreme Immortal Gold—even if damaged, its material alone would make the great sects of the Upper Realm’s Three Thousand Provinces covet it enough to wage war.
The Dark Divine Child’s pupils contracted. Shi Hao’s calm appraisal of the cauldron, as if forgetting his very existence, was another form of humiliation.
His body radiated light as various treasure techniques bloomed, converging into auspicious clouds—an utterly terrifying sight.
Suddenly, the small cauldron trembled, buzzing as if trying to fly back toward the Dark Divine Child, as though some faint connection had been established.
Shi Hao laughed again. “This cauldron only recognizes that body of yours. It scorns your so-called divine soul. How shameless of you to try and command it?”
The naked mockery was unbearable.
“Since that’s the case, I’ll take it for you. You don’t deserve to wield it,” Shi Hao said bluntly, a radiant smile on his face—his retort for being called an “insect” earlier.
“Primordial, the Age of Glory, Divine Power Awakens!”
The Dark Divine Child spoke calmly, regaining his composure. A strange mark glowed between his brows, erupting with blinding radiance.
“Show me everything you’ve got, lest you regret holding back,” Shi Hao said dismissively.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed. “Where do you think you’re going?” He vanished from his spot, charging forward with a slash of his sword that split the void, plunging into the rift.
Within the spatial fissure, metallic clangs resounded as runes surged like a river.
Shi Hao was locked in battle with the King of the Celestial Court. At such close range, his divine senses were razor-sharp, keeping a constant watch on this ancient freak.
“Leaving? You’re mistaken. I simply dislike exposure to the blazing sun. There will be time to play with you later,” the ancient King of the Celestial Court said, his voice grating like a jackal’s, eerie and terrifying.
“Slash!”
A bizarre beam of light shot forth from the Dark Divine Child’s brow, transforming into a hazy miniature world.
Shi Hao’s heart shuddered. Within that world, ancient graves stretched endlessly—desolate, cold, and lifeless.
“Bury the Heavens, Bury the Earth, Bury Mankind!” the Dark Divine Child bellowed.
The moment those six words were spoken, the heavens and earth quaked as if violating some celestial decree. Lightning crackled through the void, roaring like thunder.
In the distance, everyone was stunned, their hair standing on end as cold sweat broke out. This was a legendary forbidden technique—sinister and horrifying.
“The Three Burials Secret Art!” someone whispered, their face pale.
This treasure technique was peerlessly powerful, supreme and dreadful. Legends claimed it might have even buried immortals, though no one knew why it had been lost to time, leaving descendants unable to witness it.
No one had expected the Dark Divine Child to unleash it—how could they not be shocked?
“If even this technique has resurfaced, is the world about to descend into chaos again?”
Boom!
Facing this strike, Shi Hao showed no fear. He clashed head-on with his foe, activating his own supreme technique, unleashing a sound like celestial war drums.
“Bang!”
The brilliance of fireworks, bright enough to illuminate the Golden Spirit Realm.
“So this is the Three Burials Secret Art? Unimpressive,” Shi Hao mocked with a laugh.
The miniature world shattered, all the ancient graves splitting open. Creatures within tried to crawl out and join the battle, but they faded into nothingness, vanishing completely.
In truth, Shi Hao knew this technique was heaven-defying—absolutely domineering. But the runes were incomplete; the Dark Divine Child couldn’t fully manifest it.
Thus, its true demonic might remained unrealized!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, the surroundings trembled as countless banners materialized in the void, encircling the battlefield. Shi Hao was trapped within.
Jun Dao appeared, a cold smirk on his lips. “Good. The preparations are complete. We can take our time killing him now.”
Clearly, he had been here all along, using the Dark Divine Child and others to stall Shi Hao while he secretly arranged formation platforms and spell banners to seal the area. The grand formation was now complete.
“The Number One Stone of the World is here! How dare you act so recklessly?” The Divine Striking Stone appeared, spewing beams of radiant light like shooting stars—gorgeous yet eerie.
The formation banners fluttered, countering the grand array.
“Hmph, even if the formation weakens part of it, do you think we’ll let you leave now that we’re here?” Jun Dao sneered before turning to the horizon, bowing apologetically to the Ancient Sacred Son. “First, we capture Huang. Afterward, I will bear the blame.”
He joined the battle, though he kept his distance, attacking from afar.
There was no denying it—the King of the Celestial Court was terrifying. Even without relying on assassination, his combat prowess alone was monstrous.
“Ninety-Nine Divine Powers Manifest!”
The Dark Divine Child roared. He had split himself—some flesh and blood peeled away, encasing his divine soul as it retreated, while ninety-nine glowing fragments surged forward, enveloping Shi Hao.
“Heavens! Dozens of divine techniques sealed within flesh—this is insane! How can anyone withstand this?” The onlookers gasped, stunned by the spectacle.
These were the ninety-nine indestructible parts of the Dark Divine Child’s body—the hardest, most impervious sections, each sealing a treasure technique!
There was no doubt—his past life had a terrifying origin.
Each piece of flesh unleashed a treasure technique, blooming densely.
“Tch. At least they’re not stacking to amplify power—just using this extraordinary flesh to attack independently. Let me show you what a true supreme divine art looks like—how to combine techniques seamlessly,” Shi Hao sneered.
He activated the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, channeling all his divine powers to focus on those few pieces of flesh. The area exploded into chaos, boiling over.
Though the ninety-nine divine techniques were numerous, they lacked a guiding will—merely instinctive releases from the flesh. Thus, they could be evaded.
Even Jun Dao and the ancient freak from the Celestial Court retreated, unwilling to engage.
The Ancient Sacred Son remained seated at the horizon’s edge, chanting scriptures, not yet joining the fray.
Thus, the greatest immediate threat was the King of the Celestial Court—elusive and unpredictable.
“Ancient Sacred Son, won’t you act?” the Dark Divine Child shouted.
“Very well.”
With a resonant hum, the heavens and earth trembled. Still, he did not approach, merely continuing his chants as an inexplicable aura enveloped the world.
The Scripture of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
Now, this supreme divine art emerged. Infinite runes burned in the void, altering the very fabric of the world, striking awe into all.
A power as if declaring “Throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I alone am supreme” spread invisibly, surging toward Shi Hao.
“Kill!” Jun Dao roared, unleashing a treasure technique from afar.
Silently, the ancient freak of the Celestial Court struck again from the shadows.
“Slash!” the Dark Divine Child bellowed.
In an instant, four supreme experts attacked simultaneously, aiming to suppress Shi Hao. The situation was dire.
Shi Hao’s expression turned grave. The circumstances were perilous.
His eyes flashed as he swiftly made a decision—target the weakest first. With a bang, the void shattered as he vanished, charging straight at Jun Dao.
The most intense runes of divine arts erupted. Fierce clashes ignited the sky, warping and collapsing the very firmament!
Pop!
A spray of blood blossomed as Shi Hao’s back was struck by the Scripture of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, drawing a trail of crimson.
Yet, he forced Jun Dao back, their exchanges ending with the latter coughing blood.
“Whoosh!”
The next moment, Shi Hao vanished again, reappearing before the Dark Divine Child—who had just reassembled his body—launching a frenzied assault. This was his true target.
“Thud!”
Blood spurted from his shoulder as the ancient freak of the Celestial Court pierced him with a sword beam.
But Shi Hao fought with savage abandon, unleashing everything. His third supreme technique’s runes grew clearer, imprinting onto the Great Luo Immortal Sword as it slashed wildly.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Shi Hao was too domineering, having slashed the Dark Divine Child countless times, fighting as if his life depended on it.
“Ah—!” The Dark Divine Child screamed as chunks of his flesh were severed, vanishing permanently.
These were his weak points. Shi Hao ignored the indestructible parts, focusing solely on the vulnerable spots.
From their battle thus far, he had already discerned which parts of the Dark Divine Child had decayed and which remained unbreakable.
“Ancient Sacred Son! King of the Celestial Court! Will you not kill him?” Jun Dao shouted. The opportunity was rare, yet the two strongest were holding back.
The King of the Celestial Court remained as ever—waiting for others to fight while he sought the perfect moment for a lethal strike. The scripture-chanting Ancient Sacred Son showed little enthusiasm for ganging up.
A chaotic melee erupted!
Thud!
Jun Dao lost an arm, the severed limb exploding midair.
“Thud!”
Another spray of blood as the Dark Divine Child suffered a heavy blow, some parts now revealing bone—a ghastly sight.
Enduring a brutal strike from the Scripture of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Shi Hao unleashed his ultimate sword thrust, piercing the Dark Divine Child’s brow before violently twisting.
“Ah—!” A wretched scream echoed as the divine soul within shattered.
Yet, the body’s instinctive reaction was too fierce—it tore free, plummeting toward the earth.
“With your divine soul pierced, only your flesh remains. Can you still live?” Shi Hao murmured.
“Whoosh!” The King of the Celestial Court ambushed again.
“Suppress!” From the horizon, the Ancient Sacred Son’s chants intensified as the Scripture of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths descended in full force.
“Kill!” Even the one-armed Jun Dao attacked fiercely, his expression icy.
Suddenly—BOOM!
The void shattered as all surrounding formations crumbled. Endless space burned before splitting apart, a horrifying sight.
“What is that?!” Many screamed.
Within the void, though blurred, an ancient medicinal garden could be seen, exuding an astonishing fragrance.
“Heavens! The Immortal Medicine Garden has appeared!”
“The ancient garden left behind from the previous era has manifested!”
Everyone realized—a heaven-defying opportunity had arrived.
Rumors had long spoken of the most ancient and sacred medicinal garden, drifting through the void, elusive and rarely appearing.
What they saw now matched the legends perfectly.
Shi Hao looked up, equally stunned. The sight before him was extraordinary.
Countless radiant herbs, their fragrance overwhelming, were the least of it. What truly shocked him was the sight of a snow-white tortoise carrying a woman in white.
“An… an immortal!” Others cried out, staring at the ancient, hazy garden.
While others were clueless, Shi Hao already knew—the Void Heaven Divine Vine had spoken of this. A longevity medicine from the previous era, surviving to this day, hidden within the ancient garden.
“Whoosh!”
The King of the Celestial Court vanished into the spatial turbulence, heading for the garden.
Even the Ancient Sacred Son lost his composure, charging in as well.
Naturally, Shi Hao wouldn’t miss this chance, striving to breach the chaotic void.
BOOM!
The area erupted as experts from all races surged forward, desperate to reach the ancient Immortal Medicine Garden.
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