The Sinister Nest was silent, with no sign of the Banished Immortal emerging.
The ruins lay in stillness, Ning Chuan seemingly vanished from the world, leaving no trace behind.
The Sea of Death churned with waves, shadows of spirits flickered, and countless malevolent ghosts roamed, yet the Ten Crown King was nowhere to be found.
…
Across the Immortal Ancient, thunder tribulations erupted in multiple places, unparalleled in intensity, yet in the end, no one emerged from those forbidden lands. Deathly silence reigned, as if everything had fallen into desolation.
This shocked everyone—had those individuals perished?
Otherwise, why was it so eerily quiet, devoid of any sound?
No one dared to venture inside, whether it was the Sinister Nest or the Sea of Death. These were terrifying forbidden zones where even Heavenly Gods had once shed blood. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare enter recklessly.
It became a mystery, one that no one could unravel for now!
If even these individuals had died, then there would be no one left who could successfully endure the tribulation. It could be said that they were the only ones capable of standing toe-to-toe with Shi Hao in the Immortal Ancient.
“Dead! I saw the Banished Immortal from the Sinister Nest bleeding in the void, falling after being struck by a massive immortal thunderbolt—his body split apart!” Two days later, someone swore an oath, claiming they had witnessed the scene just outside the Sinister Nest.
“Ning Chuan is also dead. When the last bolt of lightning fell, it illuminated that small world, turning the entire ruin into a blazing sun. I saw his body shattered as he collapsed.” Soon, another person stepped forward, declaring Ning Chuan’s demise.
“So they’re all dead? The Ten Crown King was pierced through the brow by the thunder tribulation and plunged headfirst into the Sea of Death. A heroic spirit from the sea witnessed it.”
News like this sent shockwaves through the Immortal Ancient.
Were they all dead? Could it be that, with the arena about to appear, they rushed to break through, attempting to use the thunder tribulation to reach their peak, only to meet this terrible fate?
The entire Immortal Ancient was in an uproar, with everyone discussing the matter.
For the next several days, the world could not find peace.
It was clear that Shi Hao was becoming increasingly extraordinary. Many tribes that had remained silent before now sent people to meet him, hoping to obtain Thunder Tribulation Liquid in the future.
At present, he was the only one with the potential to acquire the precious liquid again.
The Ancient Conveyance Palace loomed grandly, its golden tiles gleaming, appearing majestic from afar.
Beside it, the arena grew increasingly solid. Days passed, and it stood there, emanating an astonishing aura.
Some attempted to step onto the arena but were repelled—it was still not fully manifested in this world.
But everyone knew it wouldn’t be long now. It was about to emerge.
In the Sacred Land of the Sacrificial Spirit, Shi Hao had been cultivating these past few days. Though he hadn’t ventured out, he kept a close watch on news of the arena, awaiting the day of its unveiling!
“Report! A powerful visitor from the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan has arrived!”
On this day, a member of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan announced the arrival of a formidable guest from one of the strongest tribes, shaking Soul Island.
They knew all too well how terrifying the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan was—a dreaded holy land in the Immortal Ancient, hailed as one of the mightiest tribes.
Moreover, relations between this clan and Soul Island had never been harmonious, with past conflicts lingering.
Soon, Shi Hao was summoned from the Sacred Land of the Sacrificial Spirit back to Soul Island, as the visitors wished to see him. Even the cultivators of Soul Island couldn’t conceal his presence or refuse the meeting.
The visitors were three beings, all clad in silver robes, their essence burning like white flames—an utterly fearsome sight.
Two of them were middle-aged Heavenly Gods, one male and one female, their blood qi surging like silver suns.
The third was a young man, radiant and confident, his demeanor extraordinary.
Clearly, the two Heavenly Gods were his protectors, a testament to his high status. And he himself was no ordinary figure, having already reached the pinnacle of True God.
“Truly, heroes emerge from the young! Brother Shi, despite your youth, you’ve achieved unparalleled glory, successfully enduring the tribulation—a feat worthy of the annals of history!”
The young man laughed heartily, introducing himself as Yin Kun.
Beside him, the elder Heavenly God of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan transmitted a message to Shi Hao, warning him that this was a rising star of the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan, peerless among his generation. Moreover, he held a special status as a direct descendant of the clan, deeply favored by the patriarch and likely to become a future leader.
Shi Hao nodded with a faint smile. “Brother Yin, what brings you here?”
Yin Kun grinned. “I came out of admiration, deeply respectful of a hero who has conquered the tribulation. I sought this meeting specifically.”
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan members frowned, sensing trouble. This clan was notoriously domineering, and most terrifyingly, they had an ancient ancestor who, despite being bound by the curse, remained lucid.
This was why the clan was so formidable, revered as a holy land by some tribes.
In the past, even the Eight-Armed Soul Clan would have hesitated before them. In the Immortal Ancient, any existence surpassing the Heavenly God level was an unstoppable force.
But now, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan had gained some confidence—their million-year-old ancestor had regained consciousness thanks to the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
Shi Hao remained courteous, unwilling to slight his guest. He sat down with Yin Kun, sharing wine and conversation.
They spoke at length, from cultivation to treasures, and even the legends of the Immortal Ancient. Yin Kun was a lively talker, and the two conversed warmly.
Shi Hao soon realized the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan was here to poach him, hoping to lure him away to their tribe. Yet he feigned ignorance, unwilling to commit.
The Heavenly God of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan broke into a cold sweat. It was obvious—the other side was trying to “steal” Shi Hao. This couldn’t be allowed.
“No tribe is more loyal to the Sacred Ancestor than ours. Through the ages, we’ve remained here, never betraying our duty. The Silverblood Demon Tree Clan, however, abandoned their post long ago, no longer paying homage.” The elder Heavenly God transmitted this message to Shi Hao.
Shi Hao nodded in understanding.
Finally, Yin Kun made his offer outright, inviting Shi Hao to join his clan.
Shi Hao shook his head, politely declining.
It wasn’t just the elder’s warning—he could sense Yin Kun’s hidden arrogance beneath his smiles. Their humble approach was only because they needed him, undoubtedly for the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
“Brother Shi, won’t you reconsider? Our clan is far superior to this place,” Yin Kun pressed, his patience wearing thin.
“I find peace here. It suits my cultivation well,” Shi Hao replied.
One of the male Heavenly Gods interjected, “Little friend, do you know our Silverblood Demon Tree Clan has supreme experts guarding it? No one would dare trouble you there.”
“Is there anyone troubling me here?” Shi Hao countered.
“The Eight-Armed Soul Clan may not be able to protect you fully,” the female Heavenly God added.
“So if I go to your tribe, I’ll be safe?”
“Indeed. Stay with us, and no one can touch you,” Yin Kun stated bluntly, his arrogance surfacing.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t go,” Shi Hao refused outright. He sensed their domineering nature—once there, he’d likely be confined, forced to produce Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
“Think carefully, friend. If you join us and focus on enduring tribulations, providing the liquid, we’ll ensure you receive the utmost care,” Yin Kun said, his smile fading into coldness.
“I said I won’t go.”
“That’s not for you to decide!” Yin Kun’s voice turned icy, his gaze chilling.
“Are you threatening me?” Shi Hao’s anger flared. This clan’s arrogance was intolerable—if they dared act like this now, what would happen if he actually went?
“You may take it as such.”
“Silverblood Demon Tree Clan, don’t overstep. This is the territory of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan,” the elder Heavenly God warned sternly.
Shi Hao added, “Your arrogance is too much. I won’t entertain it—leave now. I won’t go!”
“You have no choice!” Yin Kun sneered, folding his arms. “Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
“Get lost!” Shi Hao spat, furious at their coercion.
“You dare tell me to leave? You’re not qualified. Better surrender and come with us!” Yin Kun’s earlier warmth was gone, replaced by icy disdain as he glared down at Shi Hao.
The elder Heavenly God of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan rose abruptly, facing the two opposing Heavenly Gods. This was beyond unacceptable.
Shi Hao was incensed. Their brazen coercion was outright bullying!
“Come. You have no choice,” Yin Kun jeered, looking down on him.
“Do you want to die?” Shi Hao asked coldly.
But with two Heavenly Gods advancing, ready to strike, the situation was dire.
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan was already enraged. The elder Heavenly God unleashed his blood qi, blocking them as more reinforcements arrived.
“No one can stop the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan from taking who we want. He belongs to us,” Yin Kun declared, no longer even looking at Shi Hao, addressing only the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.
“Outrageous!” More Heavenly Gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan arrived, preparing for battle.
“Don’t force us. The consequences will be on you!” Yin Kun threatened.
Then, turning to Shi Hao, he demanded, “Are you coming, or must we drag you?”
“Can I kill him?” Shi Hao asked the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.
“Fighting us? Heh, even the Eight-Armed Soul Clan dares act? Do you seek annihilation?” Yin Kun scoffed. “Forget it. Our clan is merciful—we’ll only take Shi Hao. Stand down, lest you bring disaster upon yourselves.”
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan members surged forward, Heavenly Gods included.
A battle was imminent. Yin Kun, unfazed, crushed a jade talisman. Instantly, space split open, and a towering figure emerged—an elder with silver hair.
The clan’s ancient ancestor had arrived!
His mere presence caused the void to crack and Soul Island to tremble. A terrifying aura spread, forcing many to their knees.
“Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!” Yin Kun sneered.
No wonder he was so confident—he had summoned the ancient ancestor, willing to ignite a tribal war!
In truth, the appearance of such a supreme expert meant absolute dominance. One person could suppress entire tribes without question.
“Little friend, come as our guest,” the elder said. Though only a spiritual avatar, his power was immense.
His true form’s awakening required vast resources, so he seldom left the tribe, spending most of his time in slumber.
“Brother, you overstep,” a voice suddenly rang out from the island’s depths. A disheveled elder appeared, blocking the way.
“You… regained your senses?!” The Silverblood Demon Tree ancestor gasped.
“Let us speak elsewhere,” the Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s supreme elder said.
Their auras were overwhelming, forcing most to their knees, trembling uncontrollably. Space itself warped and collapsed until the two departed, restoring calm.
**Bam!**
The next moment, Shi Hao struck, kicking Yin Kun flying.
“You—!” Yin Kun seethed with humiliation.
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan’s Heavenly Gods moved to block the opposing duo.
**Thud!**
Yin Kun coughed blood as Shi Hao stomped on his face, shattering teeth.
Blow after blow rained down, Shi Hao not even using his hands—just his feet, eliciting screams of pain.
That day, an eerie tension gripped the land. Many powerful clans sensed something amiss but couldn’t pinpoint it—only a vague feeling of supreme experts clashing.
Later, witnesses saw the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan members thrown off Soul Island. Though spared death, they were left broken—bones shattered, faces disfigured—including the two Heavenly Gods and Yin Kun.
“Things are getting complicated,” Shi Hao mused, rubbing his temples. With the arena’s imminent appearance, factions in the Immortal Ancient were stirring. Who knew what else would happen?
**Boom!**
Days later, a deafening explosion shook the Immortal Ancient as the Immortal Dao Arena fully manifested.
Simultaneously, a colossal fissure tore through all minor worlds, trembling every living being.
“Huh? What’s happening?” Even outside, in the three thousand provinces, observers gasped as a faint but endless spatial rift appeared in the desolate wilderness—a horrifying sight.
Though faint, it stretched beyond measure, spanning countless miles!
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