Just like the previous heavenly tribulation, Shi Hao still couldn’t take all the tribulation liquid. He only collected a portion before the golden ancient immortal pool blurred and vanished along with the lightning.
The world fell silent, the tribulation no longer existed.
At this moment, Shi Hao felt an unprecedented surge of power. Three immortal auras coiled around him, elevating him to an ethereal state, as if a banished immortal had descended to the mortal realm.
Countless eyes were fixed on him, especially the small cauldron in his hand, which was mesmerizing. It contained some of the tribulation liquid, igniting greed in many.
Shi Hao silently savored the moment. His life essence had undergone a tremendous upgrade—he had transcended into a True God, survived the tribulation, and achieved a true super evolution.
Now, he wielded boundless power. He felt that a mere flick of his finger could effortlessly slay cultivators at the Divine Flame Realm. He stood above all.
“Hmm?” He was also astonished. The curses, the dark and filthy energies, had all vanished without a trace.
Was it due to the tribulation or the tribulation liquid? Shi Hao’s heart trembled. The implications were too immense—enough to alter the current landscape of the Immortal Ancient Era.
During his tribulation, he had drawn an ocean of curses. Though it was his first encounter and the effects weren’t severe enough to kill him instantly, the shadow had loomed over his heart.
But now, Shi Hao was certain—the sinister forces that had eroded him were completely gone. His body was pristine, free of any discomfort or abnormality.
His blood qi surged, and he had never felt better!
Shi Hao smiled, radiantly.
After all, even beings like Heavenly God Ma Yuan, the Golden Ancient Elephant, the Pixiu, the Horned Dragon, and the Ancient Ape had perished from the curses. Now, he seemed to have found a glimmer of hope!
At this moment, Heavenly Gods arrived—far more than one or two. Some bore terrifying gazes, exuding overwhelming auras as they watched him from the shadows, poised to strike.
Yet, there were also those who came with goodwill.
One supreme Heavenly God moved—the white-haired, youthful elder from the Eight-Armed Soul Race, exuding an immortal aura. Behind him followed Cao Yusheng, the Little Rabbit, and others.
“Hahaha… Heroes emerge from the young! Little friend, your brilliance is unparalleled, a rarity through the ages. Truly a heaven-defying prodigy!” the elder laughed heartily in praise.
“You flatter me, elder!” Shi Hao replied modestly. He had donned a battle robe, his body glowing, the robe fluttering, exuding an indescribable heroic aura amidst his calm demeanor.
Without a doubt, this was a young hero!
Whether friend or foe, all present had to admit that Shi Hao—the “Wasteland”—had achieved a monumental feat. In an era devoid of heavenly tribulations, he had shattered myths!
Not only had he summoned a tribulation, but he had also survived it. This was an earth-shattering event, destined to be recorded in history. No one could erase this glory.
It could be said that today’s events held profound implications—he was breaking taboos!
“Shi kid, you’re so inconsiderate! Didn’t you hear my message? That golden immortal pool was clearly extraordinary. Why didn’t you grab a few rocks for me?” the Divine Striking Stone wailed.
“Hehe, you’re really fine after all. They say calamities spare the wicked—absolutely true!” the Little Rabbit giggled.
“You vanished for half a year. We even burned paper offerings for you earlier. Seems like a waste now,” Xue Lin remarked coolly, her noble demeanor unshaken.
“Good thing you’re alive. Otherwise, I’d have avenged you, but the odds weren’t great. I might’ve ended up joining you,” Cao Yusheng said.
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Luo Dao, Lan Yichen, Louis, and others also gathered around, creating a lively scene.
Only Qing Yi vanished in a flash, leaving the area.
In the distance, ancient freaks like Chang Gongyan and the Dragon Girl nodded in acknowledgment, offering their congratulations.
The impact this time was truly colossal. Shi Hao’s tribulation had lured and killed seven Heavenly Gods, yet he miraculously survived, becoming a legend!
“Heh heh…” A cold laugh echoed in the shadows—clearly from a Heavenly God, a powerful figure from one of the ancient races within Immortal Ancient.
“An outsider like you caused the deaths of seven Heavenly Gods among our Immortal Ancient descendants. Elder of the Eight-Armed Soul Race, do you intend to shield him?” someone asked icily.
Regardless of right or wrong, Shi Hao’s tribulation had drawn endless curses, leading to the gruesome deaths of seven Heavenly Gods. The repercussions were immense.
To some of the natives, he was a demon.
The seven races involved undoubtedly despised him, swearing undying enmity.
Shi Hao felt no fear. He had survived at the Divine Flame Realm. Now, at the mid-stage True God Realm with three immortal auras encircling him, he was far more composed and confident.
“Elder, let me offer you a drink!”
Shi Hao produced a jade cup and poured golden liquid from the small white jade cauldron in his hand. The fragrance was intoxicating, capable of inebriating even from a distance.
Many True Gods stared wide-eyed, their breathing ragged. This was liquid scooped from the ancient immortal pool—its value was beyond measure.
In the shadows, Heavenly Gods watched coldly, unmoved.
The supreme Heavenly God of the Eight-Armed Soul Race drank the cup, closed his eyes, and savored it. “Good, good, good! Even more fragrant than ten-thousand-year aged wine. Never thought I’d taste tribulation liquid in my lifetime.”
“Wait—no!” Suddenly, the elder’s expression shifted, his face flickering between emotions. He quickly sat cross-legged, white mist rising from his head.
What happened? Everyone was startled!
Especially the Eight-Armed Soul Race members, who surged forward in alarm, encircling the area, fearing the elder might be in danger.
“What did you do to our ancestor?” someone demanded.
A Heavenly God was far too crucial to any clan.
“Stand down! I’m fine!” the elder barked, still seated as more mist billowed from his body.
Shi Hao’s heart pounded. Just as he suspected—the tribulation liquid might truly… dissolve curses!
“Little friend, may I have another cup?” the elder asked eagerly, hope blazing in his eyes.
“Of course!” Shi Hao poured him another.
The elder gulped it down and resumed his meditation.
“I want some too!” the Divine Striking Stone clamored, drooling.
Others also fixed covetous gazes on the white jade cauldron in Shi Hao’s hand. This was priceless divine liquid, obtainable only through heavenly tribulation.
For ordinary people, acquiring it was nearly impossible!
Shi Hao smiled, producing numerous cups and filling them all. He even beckoned to Chang Gongyan and the Dragon Girl in the distance, offering them drinks as well.
This only fueled the envy of onlookers. Such a peerless treasure, and he was giving it away so freely—utterly reckless!
“Heh heh…” Someone sneered—a Heavenly God, unimpressed by his attempts to win allies. They would still act when the time came.
“Today, even if your Eight-Armed Soul Race wishes to protect him, it’s futile. The Wasteland must die—he owes our Immortal Ancient descendants an explanation!” a Heavenly God declared bluntly.
“Even if this outsider survived the tribulation and achieved unparalleled glory, worthy of historical records, he cannot be spared. He must be executed!”
To them, this outsider had provoked collective fury.
Luring seven Heavenly Gods to their deaths—regardless of right or wrong—was intolerable. How could an outsider act so brazenly? He had to die!
A chilling aura spread. Today, a world-shaking battle might erupt!
Heavenly Gods had come with murderous intent, unwilling to let Shi Hao go.
“So potent! I feel like I’m evolving!” Cao Yusheng, Xue Lin, and others exclaimed in awe. The golden tribulation liquid’s effects surpassed all expectations.
At this moment, the Eight-Armed Soul Race elder’s body trembled violently, shrouded in thick mist that turned from white to black, then ignited into dark flames on his skin.
“What?!” A Heavenly God finally cried out in shock.
“Impossible! That’s curse power—burning away, dissipating!” another hostile Heavenly God shouted, unable to remain composed.
All the natives were stunned. They couldn’t be mistaken—the curse was being neutralized.
The elder’s eyes snapped open. He leaped to his feet and roared to the heavens, the sound shaking the world. His vigor was unmatched, free of any ailment.
Overwhelmed, he stared at Shi Hao. “Little friend, words cannot express my gratitude. Please… save my people!”
“Heavens, did he truly dissolve the curse?”
Chaos erupted. None of the natives could remain calm!
The curse that had plagued them for lifetimes, casting shadows over their existence, had been broken. This was earth-shattering—its significance was immeasurable.
This was more shocking than witnessing Shi Hao’s tribulation, more terrifying than watching seven Heavenly Gods perish.
Who wouldn’t be stirred?
If the Wasteland could dissolve curses, perhaps they could escape their suffering!
All eyes locked onto Shi Hao’s white jade cauldron—it represented hope, a path to survival. Everyone burned with desire.
Figures flashed as elders from the Centaur Race and the Ancient Demon Race rushed forward, trembling, their voices quivering as they sought confirmation from the Eight-Armed Soul elder before turning to Shi Hao.
“I heard you two elders once came to my aid. Let me offer you a drink!” Shi Hao said, pouring them tribulation liquid.
Their hands shook slightly. If this were merely golden tribulation liquid, they wouldn’t be so affected. But knowing it could dissolve curses made each drop heavier than a mountain.
They drained their cups in one gulp!
At this moment, all the Heavenly Gods in the shadows grew parched. Those who had been cold and hostile now stood dumbfounded, some gritting their teeth, fists clenched, itching to rush forward.
But they had just threatened Shi Hao, brimming with killing intent. How could they swallow their pride and beg now?
“I feel warmth spreading through my body, burning away the curse. It’s weakening—this is incredible!” the Centaur elder exclaimed, his beard quivering with excitement.
The Ancient Demon elder, like a mischievous child, flipped in midair, howling with joy.
In the distance, other Heavenly Gods burned with envy, their eyes turning red.
Those who had opposed Shi Hao fell silent, their expressions conflicted. What now? Should they humble themselves and plead?
Some felt their heads throbbing—elated yet regretful. They never should have crossed this youth. He could dissolve curses!
“Legends say this golden tribulation liquid only appears in the ancient immortal pool during the most severe heavenly tribulations,” a Heavenly God murmured.
The most severe tribulations meant one thing—death, annihilation!
Even in the previous epoch, few could endure them!
“Little friend, do you have any left?” the Centaur and Ancient Demon elders asked, their faces flushed with hope as they raised their cups.
Shi Hao held the white jade cauldron and was about to speak when violent energy fluctuations erupted in the void.
Heavenly Gods were making their move—not just one, but several, their killing intent directed at Shi Hao.
Instantly, the three elders from the Eight-Armed Soul, Centaur, and Ancient Demon races intervened, blocking the assault.
At the same time, Shi Hao spoke, tilting the cauldron. “You’re too late. The tribulation liquid is gone.”
He showed them the interior—only a scant amount remained, less than half a cup.
To dissolve a Heavenly God’s curse required two full cups. This meager quantity was useless. Even the Centaur and Ancient Demon elders were stunned.
All attacks ceased immediately. The Heavenly Gods retreated.
There was no point in fighting now.
“How could this be?!” a Heavenly God howled in the shadows.
At this moment, many glared at Cao Yusheng, the Little Rabbit, Xue Lin, Luo Dao, and Chang Gongyan. These outsiders weren’t cursed, yet they had each consumed a cup—such extravagance!
This was a crime, a waste!
The hidden Heavenly Gods seethed, longing to roar at the heavens.
But the liquid’s effects had already been absorbed by those few.
“Little friend… is there truly none left?” the Centaur and Ancient Demon elders asked, their voices trembling.
“None,” Shi Hao shook his head. He had consumed most of it, bringing only a small amount from the lightning sea.
Then, he looked at the two elders. “Half a year ago, I sought refuge with the Ancient Demon and Centaur races. But on the way, I was ambushed by Heavenly Gods from your clans.”
“What?!” The elders erupted in fury, turning to their people. They understood now—Shi Hao had only given them one cup. This was likely… his displeasure!
At this moment, the elders wished they could personally interrogate the culprits. Such… idiocy!
“Argh!” Other Heavenly Gods groaned in despair. They had glimpsed hope, only to be kicked back into hell.
“Brat, are you toying with us? I’ll kill you!” a Heavenly God raged, murderous intent surging as he prepared to strike.
“Well, the tribulation liquid may be gone, but I’m still here,” Shi Hao said lightly.
Everyone paused, then looked at him strangely.
“If I survive and grow unhindered, I’ll surely face more tribulations in the future,” Shi Hao added nonchalantly.
“Little friend, you are our honored guest. Come with me—let’s see who dares touch you!” the Eight-Armed Soul elder declared, the only Heavenly God freed from the curse.
“Indeed, little friend, you are our esteemed guest. No one may harm you!” the Centaur and Ancient Demon elders echoed.
“Young brother, please visit our Yazi Clan!”
“Friend, grace our Ling Sheng Clan with your presence. Our princess seeks a groom!”
“Little friend, our Li Ren Clan has peerless jewels awaiting marriage!”
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Almost instantly, eight or nine Heavenly Gods swarmed Shi Hao, their fawning enthusiasm bordering on nauseating.
“I recall some old wretches wanted me dead earlier. What should we do about that?” Shi Hao mused.
“Who dares? We’ll annihilate them!” a Heavenly God roared.
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