How mighty is the Immortal Palace? Though its core members are few, they command awe across the Upper Realm—who dares provoke them?
Especially that terrifying entity who slumbered since the primordial era and still walks the earth today, striking fear into the hearts of all powerhouses.
Bear in mind, this is the same being who once dared to clash with the invincible sect master of the Supreme Hall in ancient times. Even now, his mere presence weighs heavily on the minds of many sect leaders.
Yet, at this very moment, someone had the audacity to drag back an escaping Celestial Being of the Immortal Palace right before their eyes, behead him, and toss the head out in defiance.
What kind of boldness is this?
It’s utterly shocking. The sects are abuzz with heated discussions, the clamor unceasing.
A bronze hall hovers in the void, shrouded in chaotic mist, exuding an oppressive might that dominates the desolate wilderness.
Inside, the figure remains silent, yet his mere presence sends chills down everyone’s spines. With each breath, the mountains and rivers tremble, his exhalations surging like a tempestuous ocean.
Someone is awakening from slumber!
All tremble in fear!
That person has arrived. Though dormant these past years, another sect master of the Immortal Palace has stood guard, observing everything in his stead.
But now, it seems he has been disturbed—roused from his slumber!
“How terrifying… the Upper Realm is about to be shaken!” someone murmurs.
His awakening will send shockwaves through the world. Should his wrath be provoked, even the mightiest will quake in fear.
“Half-human, half-beast, half-bird—inedible. Just like the Nether Clan, a useless race, utterly worthless.”
From beyond the boundary, a voice rings out—casual, mocking, utterly indifferent—as the corpse of the Immortal Palace’s Celestial Being is tossed aside.
The heated discussions cease. Everyone’s expressions twist in disbelief.
This demon is too brazen! To speak so dismissively, treating the Celestial Being as mere prey—such contempt!
And he even drags the Nether Clan into it. The Netherfolk turn livid, glaring furiously, itching to tear him apart.
Never has anyone seen such arrogance—killing a Celestial Being and then provoking the ancient sects outside.
The Immortal Palace’s lineage claims descent from immortals, their bloodline peerless. Yet here they are, scorned outright.
“It must be Huang!” someone guesses.
“Undoubtedly! That brat must be purged. Fellow Daoists, we must unite to slay this demon!” The Celestial Clan fans the flames, their fear palpable.
Shi Hao’s growth is too rapid. At this rate, in just a few years, he’ll dare storm the Celestial Clan’s sacred city.
For a moment, some of the Celestial Clan’s elders feel a pang of regret. Why did they provoke this demon? Greed blinded them, leading them to slander and harm the youth who once escorted their precious jewel home. Now, they’re bound by an unbreakable karma.
As for the Fire Cloud Cave, Demon Dragon Dao Gate, and Luofu True Valley, dread and pressure mount. He is a descendant of the Sinful Blood—if not suppressed, their sects may face ruin!
Never has there been such a monstrous Sinful Blood descendant. At just twenty, he hunts Celestial Beings—a feat that would terrify anyone who hears of it.
Should this calamity fully mature, he might surpass even the horrors of the Borderlands!
Fear grips them. Shi Hao must be eliminated.
The Nether Clan, Demon Sunflower Garden, and Divine Temple are no exception—all entangled in karma with him.
Even the master of the Heavenly Kingdom, the ruthless and iron-hearted assassin supreme, stands solemnly atop a blood-drenched chariot, gripping a sword, his gaze piercing as if to see through the Ancient Immortal Realm and into that man’s soul.
Shi Hao’s performance has finally drawn the wariness of sect masters. His growth is alarming.
If this continues, he won’t just rival Celestial Beings—he may even challenge the mighty figures present.
The thought is unsettling—a young upstart daring to defy these ancient titans.
A youth once overlooked by sect masters now stirs fear in all, even them!
Thus, many seethe with hatred and anxiety, an unease gnawing at their hearts.
“Disobedient? Then kill him!” declares the master of the Heavenly Kingdom, his tone imperious.
“My Netherworld has suffered losses. We need a young corpse wreathed in three strands of immortal energy—bury him, and in millennia, an invincible corpse shall rise!” the Nether Lord proclaims.
“Die!” The second-in-command of the Bronze Immortal Palace utters but a single word, his killing intent shattering mountains.
Factions take their stands. Superpowers resolve to eliminate Shi Hao—by any means necessary.
“Hey, little kids outside—anyone Unconvinced? Come in, and I’ll give you a free tour of the Ancient Immortal Realm.” Huang’s voice drifts lazily from beyond the boundary, dripping with mockery.
The cultivators grit their teeth, their noses nearly twisting in fury. Every one of them is older than him—how dare he act so condescending!
This is provocation, disdain, outright defiance!
“Boring. I’m off to conquer the Ancient Immortal Realm. Later!” With that, Shi Hao departs, recalling his avatar—its power waning, leaving it behind would be risky.
The Ancient Immortal Realm trembles, its upheavals all stemming from Huang’s meteoric rise.
Qing Yi stands atop a snowy peak, pristine as ice, watching the swirling flakes, lost in thought.
Yue Chan, upon hearing the news, grows pensive. Beside her stands her uncle, the usually aloof fairy now visibly unsettled.
“Chan’er, surely there’s nothing between you two?” the Celestial Clan’s elder asks.
“What could there be?” Yue Chan replies absently, not even lifting her head.
“Ah, child…” The elder, though mighty in cultivation, lacks tact. His words make his niece jump as if scalded.
“Uncle! What are you saying?!” Yue Chan flushes with embarrassment and anger.
“Truth be told, that boy isn’t bad. His potential is unmatched in history. If not for your status as our Holy Maiden, we might’ve considered… perhaps even sought the sect master’s approval—”
“Uncle, have you lost your mind?!” Yue Chan’s face burns crimson.
“Lost my mind? I should hate that brat! He beat me black and blue—even the sect master never treated me so!” the elder fumes.
Elsewhere, a violet-robed woman sighs softly. She, too, has heard the rumors—of Huang’s relentless rise, his hunt for Celestial Beings.
And it’s still ongoing. Unstoppable, he’s slain countless, even some of her own kin.
Yun Xi gazes at the ruins before her. “I knew you’d soar, but never imagined such dominance, straight to the heavens. I wonder if the elders regret it now. Yet your peril grows ever deeper.”
Her thoughts drift, emotions tangled, lost in contemplation.
“He truly is formidable—stronger than any I’ve seen from ancient times,” remarks a youth seated on a violet boulder, watching the sunset.
“Senior Three Stones… surely you don’t mean to challenge him?” Yun Xi asks, startled.
“Not now.” The youth shakes his head. “I’ve slumbered too long—my mind isn’t much older than yours. No need for ‘senior.’”
Were others present, they’d be stunned—this is the long-lost Three Stones Heavenly Monarch!
In the primordial era, the Celestial Clan rose to prominence thanks to six peerless Celestials, crowned as imperial royalty.
Each had obtained a Destiny Stone.
Yet in later ages, one clansman alone claimed three, shaking history—honored as the Three Stones Heavenly Monarch!
A being of unfathomable depth, hailed as the clan’s hope for revival—until his mysterious disappearance.
“Wahaha! Shi Hao’s risen! Once he conquers the Ancient Immortal Realm, can I just waltz into the sects’ herb gardens? Pluck a saint herb, eat one, toss one—ah, the thought’s delightful!” The little rabbit giggles, crimson eyes sparkling, teeth gleaming.
Cao Yu Sheng and Xue Lin exchange exasperated glances.
…
Reactions vary across the realms this day.
Shi Hao’s rampage knows no bounds. Many Celestial Beings who entered the Ancient Immortal Realm earlier have fallen, hunted to the ends of the earth.
Only when the rest vanish beyond trace does he relent.
He heads straight for Soul Island, consulting the elder and the ancient ancestor of the Soul Clan. He prepares to undergo tribulation—to grow stronger!
He seeks guidance, and their protection in secret.
Though fearless, caution never hurts.
The Eight-Armed Soul Clan is electrified, their excitement uncontainable. The moment they’ve awaited for so long is nigh.
For this day determines their fate—whether the curse can be broken hinges on this!
Their patience is rewarded. Shi Hao’s choice to seek them first proves he sees them as kin.
The elder and ancient ancestor are moved. Their earlier sacrifices—defying outsiders for his sake—were not in vain. The youth remembers their kindness.
The clan acts swiftly, secretly rallying allies to safeguard Shi Hao’s tribulation.
Yet worry lingers. The boy insists on enduring the mightiest heavenly punishment. His path is perilous—none can predict what horrors the thunder may unleash, or whether he’ll survive.
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