It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Shi Hao could finally move again. This injury had truly caught him off guard—the trials of this divine land were unexpectedly terrifying.
He mused inwardly that if not for the three strands of immortal qi swirling around him and his supreme physical body, tempered by the most brutal heavenly tribulation, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Seated cross-legged, he silently recovered until the thunderous roar within his body subsided, his essence and blood fully restored to their peak. Only then did he rise to his feet.
Now, Shi Hao’s body no longer shimmered with golden light but had returned to its normal complexion—translucent like jade and radiant as immortal metal.
Initially, after mastering the Willow God’s technique, his skin would occasionally take on a golden hue, which had looked rather peculiar. Now, even when activating that technique, his skin remained unchanged.
Upon careful inspection, he realized he had advanced to the late-stage True God realm, nearing perfection. The speed of his cultivation was downright frightening—how had he achieved such results in such a short time?
“I was well-prepared, but this is still too fast. I haven’t gathered the divine materials needed for the next realm. I’ll have to search for them once I leave,” Shi Hao muttered to himself.
He held a jade box in his hands, attempting to open it several times, but it remained sealed. This puzzled him.
After careful deduction, his expression shifted to shock—his cultivation was insufficient to perceive what lay inside.
“I’m already at the threshold of True God perfection, about to ascend further, yet I’m still unworthy to see what’s inside?!” He was utterly astonished.
After thoroughly searching the altar and confirming there were no other artifacts, he stowed the jade box away and leaped down from the massive structure.
Dozens of ancient coffins lay before him, each containing dao scriptures and immortal seeds. Shi Hao’s eyes burned with desire—why couldn’t he move even one?
Though he suspected the contents of the jade box were far more valuable and that he should be content, the sight of so many legacies right before him still filled him with indignation.
Countless scriptures lay within, any one of which could trigger a storm if revealed, making even sect leaders covetous—yet he couldn’t obtain a single one.
Unwilling to give up, Shi Hao tried every coffin from start to finish, but none would open for him.
Especially the few grand coffins before the altar—they were extraordinary, enormous, their interiors shrouded in mist. Faintly, the whispers of the Great Dao and immortal hymns could be heard.
“Damn it all!” Shi Hao growled.
Suddenly, his expression sharpened as he turned toward the entrance. The Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King had burst in, swift as lightning, their auras terrifying.
The moment they spotted Shi Hao struggling to open a jade coffin, they froze.
Quickly, realization dawned. Activating their divine sight, they peered into the coffins and gasped.
“Scriptures of the Great Dao?!”
“Treasures from an immortal’s abode?!”
Reacting simultaneously, they lunged at Shi Hao, attacking without hesitation.
In their eyes, the coffin Shi Hao had chosen must be extraordinary—why else would he focus on it?
“Are you two insane? There are dozens of coffins here—why fight me for this one?” Shi Hao snapped, his frustration boiling over.
Boom!
He held nothing back, exchanging a single devastating punch with each of them. The impact shook the area, lightning crackling, mysterious runes erupting, and space itself fracturing.
Yet, none of the ancient coffins were damaged.
“Hmm?” Suddenly, the Banished Immortal halted his assault and retreated, sensing something calling to him.
Confused at first, he quickly understood—one of the grand jade coffins before the altar was glowing, resonating with his dao.
“This is…” Without hesitation, he rushed toward it.
At the same time, the Ten Crown King also felt a connection. Another massive coffin radiated light, harmonizing with him, filling his mind with clarity and an inexplicable rhythm.
He strode forward, standing before the coffin, unable to tear himself away.
Were these immortal scriptures? Had they chosen their inheritors?
Shi Hao was furious. He had tried every coffin, yet none responded to him. Yet these two had barely entered before being chosen.
Even with the jade box in hand, his resentment flared.
“Why not me?!” he roared, his voice shaking the ancient grounds like thunder.
The outburst snapped the Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King out of their trance. Scanning the area with their divine senses, they were stunned—every coffin still held its jade scripture, untouched. Yet Shi Hao, who had arrived first, hadn’t obtained a single one.
Boom!
Ning Chuan stormed in, his celestial diagram ablaze, wrapped around stars as if an ancient cosmos had descended.
The moment he entered, one of the grand coffins emitted radiant light, ripples spreading toward him.
“Chosen immediately?!” Shi Hao’s eyes burned with envy. These coffins ignored him completely, yet welcomed others the moment they arrived.
“Little Six, take this! This fortune belongs to me!” Shi Hao bellowed, charging at Ning Chuan with murderous intent.
Ning Chuan, ever perceptive, quickly grasped the situation. Dozens of scriptures lay untouched, and the so-called “sinful blood descendant” hadn’t claimed a single one. Even his aloof demeanor cracked into a faint smirk.
“You dare mock me? Die!”
With a thunderous crash, Shi Hao unleashed his Reincarnation Fist with his left hand and his Thunder Emperor Fist with his right. Fragments of time and lightning intertwined as he struck at Ning Chuan.
The two clashed in a life-and-death battle.
Meanwhile, Shi Yi had also entered, receiving recognition from a coffin and beginning his enlightenment.
Soon, other ancient freaks arrived, each drawn to their respective coffins.
“This is infuriating! Even those without immortal qi are chosen—where’s my scripture?!” Shi Hao raged.
By now, everyone understood the situation. Many struggled to suppress their laughter—the first to arrive had been rejected by the coffins, left empty-handed.
Shi Hao wore his anger openly, though inwardly, he wasn’t as furious as he seemed. His primary goal was to keep the jade box hidden—if discovered, he’d be swarmed.
Thus, he fought Ning Chuan fiercely, both to mask his true intentions and to prevent his enemy from gaining an inheritance.
More people poured in, as Shi Hao had shattered the Wall of Despair, clearing the path.
Chang Gongyan and Cao Yusheng arrived, warning him that the boundary had been breached—powerful outsiders had invaded the Immortal Ancient, and they needed to act fast.
Shi Hao’s heart clenched. He couldn’t stay, but he refused to leave empty-handed. He resumed his attempts to open a coffin.
As the crowd grew, everyone learned that Shi Hao had been denied the great fortune, unable to claim a scripture.
Some couldn’t contain their glee, reveling in his misfortune.
Secretly, Shi Hao sneered. Let them laugh—he already possessed the true treasure.
Boom!
He approached a massive coffin, determined to seize it by force.
Just then, the pudgy Cao Yusheng waddled over, torn between excitement and grievance—this coffin was calling to him.
Shi Hao was speechless. In frustration, he kicked the coffin hard.
“Hey! Be gentle! This is my ticket to immortality!” the fatty yelped, horrified.
“You—laughing at me?!” Shi Hao whirled, glaring at a nearby figure. “Leave. This coffin is mine.”
The man paled. Though formidable in his own right, he was helpless before Shi Hao.
With a deafening crash, Shi Hao sent him flying and claimed the coffin. Yet, despite his efforts, it remained sealed.
“Damn it!” He kicked the coffin again before turning away, scanning the crowd.
No one dared laugh now, frozen in fear. If this demon king, denied his inheritance, decided to vent his fury on them, they’d be doomed.
“You—move. Let me see this coffin,” Shi Hao ordered, repeatedly usurping others’ chosen coffins, yet still failing to gain recognition.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King opened their coffins simultaneously. The jade scriptures and immortal seeds flew into their hands.
Yet, no matter how they strained, they couldn’t read the texts or flip the pages.
Soon, Ning Chuan, Shi Yi, Cao Yusheng, and Chang Gongyan succeeded as well.
Pah!
A gruesome sound followed—someone had opened a coffin and claimed a scripture, only to explode on the spot.
The scripture and seed shot into the sky, piercing through the palace and vanishing beyond reach.
This repeated several times, terrifying the onlookers.
It became clear: without immortal qi, even if one’s dao resonated with a scripture, opening the coffin would lead to death.
Many turned pale.
“Who will cooperate with me? Open the coffin, and I’ll suppress the scripture!” Shi Hao shouted, feigning desperation.
Most stayed silent, unwilling to gamble their lives.
“Ah! Where do you think you’re going?” Shi Hao roared.
A latecomer, unaware of the danger, opened a coffin without immortal qi. The moment he touched the scripture, his body burst apart.
As the scripture tried to flee, Shi Hao struck.
Sizzle!
To his surprise, the scripture didn’t escape but retreated into the coffin, dormant once more.
Bang!
His blow landed on the coffin, unleashing a dazzling radiance.
This time, the coffin trembled—it could be moved!
“Since it’s been opened, the seal is broken. Can I take it?” Shi Hao’s eyes lit up. Yet, despite his efforts, he couldn’t pry it open.
With a mighty roar, he channeled his full power and lifted the entire coffin.
His display of strength stunned everyone. The sheer aura of his blood energy made even True Gods tremble and collapse.
The coffin could only be lifted because its seal had weakened, yet Shi Hao strained under its weight, sweat pouring down his face.
“Enough! I’m leaving!” With a wild cry, he hoisted the coffin and sprinted away.
With outsiders invading, he couldn’t afford to linger.
The crowd gaped. While others claimed scriptures or seeds, Shi Hao had simply stolen an entire coffin, bolting like a madman.
News spread along his path. Some laughed, others marveled—Shi Hao’s actions were truly one of a kind.
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