Shi Hao’s aura was terrifying beyond measure, his entire body seemingly ablaze. The symbols of the Great Dao transformed into immortal flames, leaping and dancing around him, making his figure dazzlingly radiant.
He trembled now, grief and killing intent surging within him simultaneously, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of desolation.
Looking back, how many old friends had perished? In the past, he was just “Little Stone,” journeying through blood and chaos, fighting from youth to this day as a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
It felt like only yesterday.
Yet now, two million years had passed.
**Boom!**
In the distance, Little Stone charged forth, drenched in blood, locked in a brutal battle with a fallen Immortal King. His body was riddled with wounds, yet he was incredibly strong—enough to slay an ancient king.
Of the eight hundred veterans, some had already collapsed mid-air, reduced to blood and bone. Yet the survivors still followed the young man, fighting alongside him.
They sought to protect Little Stone, brandishing the Immortal King battle banner, their bodies drenched in blood. Though aged, their spirits remained unyielding.
These eight hundred warriors had once marched with Shi Hao through countless battles. Though they could no longer keep pace with him, their fervor remained undiminished.
Loyal to the core, they guarded Shi Hao’s descendants, now fighting desperately alongside Little Stone.
They had watched Little Stone grow up. Even though he had long surpassed them, these elders still followed him into life-and-death battles.
Perhaps, in their eyes, death in battle was the finest end.
That way, they could return to their homeland—the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—reuniting with fallen brothers and loved ones who had perished in the river of time, buried together in the same graveyard.
**”Kill!”**
Fewer than half of the eight hundred veterans remained, yet each fought without fear of death.
As for Little Stone, he sought death, gathering his blood essence to offer it as a sacrifice to his father, hoping to revive Shi Hao’s true blood.
**”Ah—!”**
Shi Hao roared, his voice shaking the heavens. His entire body trembled, his black hair standing on end, the corners of his eyes splitting. The immortal power he unleashed was unparalleled.
In that moment, Shi Hao repelled three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, forcing them back. He swung his sword embryo, unleashing his domineering fist imprints, striving to shatter eternity itself.
The Pale Emperor, the Crimson Emperor, and the Feather Emperor all staggered back, their bodies riddled with cracks, their gazes growing ever colder.
**”Go back!”**
Shi Hao sent a desperate mental message to Little Stone and the others—anguished, heartbroken, and grief-stricken. How could he bear to see his own son offering his blood and soul as a sacrifice? Nor could he endure watching the eight hundred veterans fall in battle.
With a single press of his hand, fallen kings exploded one after another, creating terrifying shockwaves. Blood mist filled the air, painting a horrifying scene.
This was the strike of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor!
From millions of miles away, fueled by killing intent and sorrow, he purged the dark creatures from that region.
Little Stone and the veterans were forcibly sent away, far from the battlefield.
But this act came at a cost. Engaged in battle with three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, the diversion of his focus left him wounded once more.
The Feather Emperor, the Crimson Emperor, and the Pale Emperor were utterly ruthless. They would never act against their own interests, their emotions long since excised.
Thus, in battle, they were terrifying—utterly unmoved by external factors.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
Shi Hao fought the three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, now at a clear disadvantage. The balance had been broken.
Though his heart burned with grief and fury, unleashing supreme power, he was still overpowered, blood blossoming from his wounds.
The three emperors absorbed traces of his imperial blood and devoured the dark essence, growing stronger while Shi Hao weakened. How could he remain unscathed?
The battle raged fiercely, figures clashing until Shi Hao staggered back, barely holding on. His body nearly shattered, his flesh withered to skin and bones, while his enemies’ forms grew slightly fuller, their blood replenished.
**”Father!”**
Little Stone, desperate, threw himself back into the fray, now offering his own blood and soul in sacrifice to restore Shi Hao’s strength.
Fallen Immortal Kings reappeared, blocking his path.
**”Pah!”**
Little Stone was unstoppable. He punched through one king’s chest, blood spraying as he fought like an invincible young war god.
The Shi bloodline was extraordinary. Inheriting Shi Hao’s talent and ferocity, he mowed down enemies like weeds, carving a path through the chaos.
The veterans followed, waving the Immortal King banner, activating king-level formations to protect him at the center.
**”Father!”**
Little Stone silently pleaded for Shi Hao to accept his blood and soul.
He was the continuation of Shi Hao’s life, bearing the blood of the Heavenly Emperor and his life’s imprint.
Seeing his father in peril, possibly facing death, Little Stone sacrificed everything—his soul and true blood.
In an instant, he withered.
Once a vigorous young man, an Immortal King hailed as one of the most promising beings in the immortal realm, he now seemed drained of all vitality.
Little Stone collapsed, trembling, his spirit broken. He had acted without regard for cost, ignoring Shi Hao’s refusal, sacrificing himself first.
The bond between father and son was innate. Shi Hao’s chest burned with agony, his entire body on the verge of exploding.
**”My child!”**
Shi Hao had no blood left to shed, or he would have wept tears of blood. Despairing, furious, he howled at the heavens.
Little Stone had never known his parents’ love, sealed away for years before being awakened and forced onto the path of cultivation.
Alone, without family, he had trained in solitude.
The thought choked Shi Hao with unbearable pain. Now, his only son had sacrificed himself for him—how could his heart not shatter?
**”My child!”**
He roared, finally shedding bloody tears.
For the blood and soul, drawn from the void, resonated with his own, silently reviving his dwindling life force.
**”Kill!”**
Shi Hao’s grief transformed into blazing battle intent.
**Boom!**
He fought like a madman, clashing with the three emperors. His spirit reignited, his strength partially restored.
With a thunderous impact, he shattered the Pale Emperor’s body, sending him flying.
**”Ah—!”**
The Feather Emperor screamed as Shi Hao tore off one of his wings, blood spraying.
The battle was horrifying. Even Shi Hao suffered grievous wounds, his right arm severed.
Though they could regenerate, the cost was immense. The blood essence he had painstakingly gathered was nearly exhausted.
The three emperors, enraged, devoured the blood of fallen kings, causing swathes of the dark army to collapse.
**”Father…”**
Little Stone, weakened, struggled to offer his last remnants of blood and soul.
The veterans, eyes red, dragged their broken bodies forward, surrounding him.
**”Child, no!”** they cried.
**”My father needs me,”** Little Stone whispered, frail as a child once more.
The three emperors sensed the anomaly—Shi Hao’s recovery—and attacked furiously.
But Shi Hao, now berserk, fought with mutual destruction in mind. If this continued, all would perish together.
**”Quick… sacrifice me. I have no strength left… give my blood and soul to my father!”** Little Stone gasped.
The veterans wept. How could they bear this?
**”I’ll do it myself!”** Little Stone forced himself upright.
**”No. Take him away!”**
A silver-armored man stepped forward, pressing Little Stone’s hand down before lifting him and handing him to the veterans.
**”Child, let your useless uncle take your place. My blood is also of your father’s line.”**
This man—Qin Hao, Shi Hao’s younger brother—spoke with quiet regret, yet his face shone with newfound purpose.
**”Uncle!”** Little Stone whispered.
**”Go!”** Qin Hao urged the veterans.
Then, with a roar, he shattered himself, offering his own sacrifice.
**”Uncle!”** Little Stone cried.
He had known of this uncle, his past, but never expected the reserved man to do this.
**”You have potential. I am useless—this is all I can do.”** Qin Hao’s voice faded, his resolve absolute.
**”Annihilate them!”** The Feather Emperor snarled, intent on wiping out all connected to Shi Hao.
But Shi Hao, now frenzied, fought them to a standstill on the dam, driving them back into the Sea of Chaos.
He would not allow them to advance.
Yet his heart bled—his brother had chosen the same path. He could not stop it.
**”Qin Hao, get back!”** Shi Hao bellowed, unwilling to witness this.
Dark creatures swarmed, led by fallen kings, seeking to disrupt Qin Hao’s sacrifice.
The eight hundred veterans charged, eyes bloodshot, refusing to let his offering be in vain.
But the fallen kings were too powerful.
**”Scum of the darkness, begone!”**
A voice rang out, eyes splitting the heavens. A man—young yet ancient—shattered a fallen king with a glance.
Shi Yi, the Dual-Pupiled, had arrived.
Once, in a fair duel, he had nearly killed Shi Hao, though it had cost him dearly. Now an Immortal King, he unleashed his ultimate technique, slaying kings in single strikes.
**”Kill!”**
Shi Yi, blood-soaked and battle-worn, roared. His pupils blazed with terrifying power, symbols swirling within.
Another king exploded under his gaze.
The rest of the dark horde, no match for him, were crushed with a single slap.
**”Cousin…”** Qin Hao’s fading spirit called weakly.
**”You too—leave!”** Shi Yi said coldly, gathering Qin Hao’s blood and soul before hurling him away.
**”No, I must sacrifice—”**
**”Your blood is worthless. You’re not even a king. Go.”**
With that, Shi Yi offered himself instead.
Many who saw this roared in fury.
**”Kill!”**
**”Slaughter the dark filth!”**
Heavenhorned Ant, Ten Crown King, Butcher—all charged forth in a frenzy.
The battle raged on.
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