Shi Hao, the Second Under Heaven, and the Immortal Gold Daoist journeyed together, continuing their advance into the sea. Given their cultivation, their speed was beyond description.
However, this Boundary Sea was extraordinarily unique—black waves surged, each crest a fragment of a shattered world!
“Throughout the ages, how many realms have perished? Countless lives lost. Many small worlds, though incomparable to the Immortal Domain or the Foreign Realm, were once vast and magnificent. And now, what have they become?” The Immortal Gold Daoist sighed, lowering his head to gaze at the waves beneath his feet.
Since the fall of the Emperors, who knew how many realms had faded into oblivion, never to return.
Ahead, specks of golden light shimmered on the water’s surface, like the glow of dawn rising, radiant yet eerie. This was the Boundary Sea, where death and silence were eternal themes—how could such a sight appear here?
“Quick, evade it!” the Second Under Heaven warned.
Waves of mist and radiance surged—these were essence energies, spiritual purity, bearing the imprints of Immortal Kings, along with a faint scent of blood.
An Immortal King had fallen!
Shi Hao was startled. Together with the Second Under Heaven and the Immortal Gold Daoist, he swiftly shifted position, dodging the incoming danger. They saw ripples of Dao symbols, tinged with dark light and blood, spreading outward, sweeping across the Boundary Sea.
It was a storm—a dark hurricane, howling past, annihilating all in its path.
Shi Hao was certain that this so-called “wind” was composed of Dao symbols, its power unparalleled, as if multiple Immortal Kings had struck simultaneously. Who could withstand it?
“This is the Dark Storm—just one of its many manifestations. It can slaughter Immortal Kings,” the Second Under Heaven explained.
Shi Hao frowned. This Dark Storm was, in truth, a form of law, a Dao order that even many Immortal Kings could not resist.
“In the Boundary Sea, these black storms appear from time to time. Some belong to this era, while others are remnants from epochs past, blown in from the opposite shore,” the Immortal Gold Daoist added.
These storms were indestructible, wandering endlessly through the Boundary Sea.
Of course, this so-called “wind” was better described as a rule—a Dao order capable of slaying Immortal Kings!
“I truly wish to know—how were these rules, these storms, formed?” Shi Hao murmured, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
The power was overwhelming, beyond what even an Immortal King could endure. Did this prove the existence of forces surpassing the King Realm? With this thought, his true form stirred.
“Kid, what are you doing? Get back here!” the Second Under Heaven shouted.
To their shock, Shi Hao charged straight into the black storm, confronting it with his flesh and blood, using his magic to resist, facing the terrifying turbulence of Dao symbols head-on.
*Pfft!*
In the end, Shi Hao coughed up blood, his body covered in wounds. He had passed through the storm, enduring countless ripples and Dao symbols that slashed at him.
The Bird Lord and the Fine Jade Elder gasped in astonishment. Shi Hao had actually withstood it—he hadn’t perished, only suffered some injuries.
“You truly have reached this level—you can now stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the supreme overlords of the Boundary Sea,” the Second Under Heaven sighed.
In the Boundary Sea, only those of immense renown dared to resist so boldly—supreme experts from the Burial Ground, or beings from the shores beyond.
“I was merely testing the storm’s strength, verifying whether its Dao rules surpass the King Realm,” Shi Hao said, risking his life for answers.
Days later, the Bird Lord and the Fine Jade Elder halted, advising Shi Hao not to proceed further.
Ahead, mist filled the sky, and the Boundary Sea was eerily silent, exuding a strange aura that spread outward.
“We can go no further. Continuing would mean losing ourselves,” the Immortal Gold Daoist warned.
Only the edges of this sea were safe. Venturing deeper meant losing one’s bearings—both physically and spiritually—inviting calamity.
“Return and protect those people for me,” Shi Hao said, preparing to explore the sea alone.
The Bird Lord and the Fine Jade Elder knew whom he referred to—all his old friends, including those from the Heavenly Court.
“Young man, don’t be reckless. Once you step in, returning will be nearly impossible. You’ll lose your way, wasting an eternity,” the Second Under Heaven cautioned gravely.
Shi Hao shook his head. How could he turn back now? He wanted to understand the Boundary Sea more deeply, to uncover its secrets.
In the end, Shi Hao set off alone, plunging into the depths of the Boundary Sea while the Bird Lord and the Fine Jade Elder turned back.
“Hmm, how peculiar,” Shi Hao mused to himself.
When he ventured far enough, standing atop the sea’s surface and looking back, all he saw was chaos—a desolate void with no path in sight.
He attempted to retrace his steps but found the world spinning, as if time and space had been inverted. The Boundary Sea had become a cage.
“The way back is truly troublesome. Without guidance, finding it would indeed take an eternity,” Shi Hao remarked.
It wasn’t entirely hopeless—he could deduce the path, but it would consume immense mental energy and require magical reinforcement.
Now, he understood why, years ago, standing on the embankment, he had seen beings traversing the sea’s end yet struggling to reach shore.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to return quickly—it was that the Boundary Sea made it easy to lose one’s way.
Once you entered, returning was no simple matter.
As the Second Under Heaven had said, some Immortal Kings who ventured deep into the Boundary Sea never returned, trapped forever.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, an ancient beast emerged from the water, its spine lined with pitch-black bone spikes jutting skyward. It resembled a massive, scaled lizard, its maw gaping wide as it lunged at Shi Hao.
Its eyes were blood-red—it had long since lost itself.
“Pitiful. Let me grant you release,” Shi Hao said. With a flick of his finger, the beast—larger than a star—shattered into a mist of blood, dissolving into the sea.
This was a True Immortal-level creature, formidable but still far from an Immortal King.
The Boundary Sea housed not only Immortal Kings but also True Immortals—the former sought to transcend the King Realm, while the latter merely aspired to become kings.
Different realms, different ambitions.
Yet, this creature had lost itself. The Boundary Sea’s dark substances and other perils had eroded its mind, leaving it a shell of its former self.
Shi Hao pressed onward, each step a flicker of movement, traversing the sea with incredible speed. Beneath his feet, waves—each a remnant of a bygone world—receded into the distance.
*Boom!*
Along the way, a wild-haired figure shrouded in dark mist roared and launched a sudden, ferocious attack.
This was a red-haired Daoist, a true Immortal King, but he too had lost himself, his body exuding the aura of dark substances.
“Die!”
Shi Hao struck without holding back, unleashing his full power. In the end, he annihilated the creature.
Two other beings watched coldly from hundreds of thousands of miles away, uninvolved and unwilling to interfere.
They were Immortal Kings, allied and still lucid!
*Boom!*
Shi Hao journeyed for over half a year, marveling at the sea’s vastness. No wonder some wandered for millions of years—or even entire epochs.
During this time, he witnessed battles between beings—Immortal Kings locked in bloody feuds, fighting until the heavens trembled and the earth split.
Fortunately, the Boundary Sea was vast enough to accommodate such clashes.
The sea also held treasures. Shi Hao saw the remains of an Immortal King, leaving behind scriptures and texts worth studying.
No wonder even True Immortals risked their lives to enter—the rewards here were immense, capable of transforming one’s destiny.
Shi Hao wandered, not necessarily aiming for the opposite shore. Time was against him—by the time he arrived, the black storm would have already erupted.
When Immortal Kings fell and the world shattered, venturing deeper would be suicide.
One day, he saw golden light shimmering, mist swirling. Had another Immortal King perished? Shi Hao wondered.
Whenever the Dark Storm swept through, careless Immortal Kings met gruesome ends.
Moreover, the deeper one went, the more frequent these smaller storms became, forcing even Immortal Kings to constantly evade.
These black storms were manifestations of Dao ripples, indestructible, accumulating over epochs, sweeping in from the opposite shore and lingering in these waters.
The deeper one went, the more storms there were—and the greater the danger.
But this time, it wasn’t an Immortal King’s death. It was an island, glowing brilliantly, with a figure seated atop it, undergoing metamorphosis.
*Rumble!*
A surge of life energy erupted as the being completed its rebirth, emerging triumphant.
The Boundary Sea held both peril and opportunity.
Around the being’s rebirth site lay several Immortal King corpses, their essence drained dry.
This being had used the kings’ remains as fuel, refining itself like precious metal, achieving an astonishing transformation.
Undoubtedly, this being was formidable—using Immortal King corpses to temper itself, ascending to new heights.
“You look familiar.”
Shi Hao suspected he had met this person before.
It was a young man with golden hair cascading to his waist, exuding an ethereal, transcendent aura. His golden wings unfurled behind him, radiating sacredness beyond even an Immortal King.
An Immortal King—yet more divine than most!
In an instant, Shi Hao recognized him. Though tens of thousands of years had passed, the name came to him immediately: “He Wushuang!”
He recalled their battle over the Indestructible Scripture in that strange land, where they had fought to mutual ruin, nearly perishing together.
Shi Hao and He Wushuang had each obtained parts of the scripture, but their paths diverged thereafter.
That battle had been legendary—two beings from different epochs crossing paths in that bizarre realm.
“Die!”
He Wushuang acted decisively, his golden hair whipping in the wind as he launched a relentless assault.
He too had recognized Shi Hao—an eternal nemesis to be eradicated!
He Wushuang had long since become a king, tempering himself in the Boundary Sea for millennia, solidifying his Dao and accumulating power. He was far stronger than before.
His golden hair billowed as he formed sword seals, unleashing a storm of 100,000 sword beams like thunder.
Simultaneously, his fists blazed with golden light, forged like divine metal, striking ruthlessly at Shi Hao’s head.
*Bang!*
Shi Hao’s palm swept out, sending He Wushuang’s hand spraying blood.
He Wushuang was powerful—a king in just one epoch—but now he was at a disadvantage.
*Ssshh!*
Dao symbols erupted.
“Shi Hao!” He Wushuang roared, his body alight with golden sigils. His Indestructible Body glowed, his kingly heritage activating as he fought with all his might.
Shi Hao felt no fear. He possessed the complete Indestructible Scripture—He Wushuang only had fragments.
*Pfft!*
When they clashed again, Shi Hao’s palm sent He Wushuang coughing blood, his arm nearly exploding.
Fortunately, He Wushuang was cautious. Even as his Indestructible Body suffered grievous wounds, he fought desperately.
But it was futile. Shi Hao now stood as a giant among Immortal Kings, peerless in battle.
*Pfft!*
Shi Hao’s hand descended, unstoppable, shattering He Wushuang’s defenses with a single blow.
He Wushuang was drenched in blood, enduring the worst injuries of his life.
As Shi Hao’s hand closed, He Wushuang let out a final cry, his body transforming into a streak of light, attempting to flee.
But it was too late. Shi Hao’s grasp enveloped him, sealing his fate.
Fingers clenched, crushing He Wushuang within. Shi Hao exerted force, and golden symbols erupted from He Wushuang’s body before—
*Boom!*
—he was obliterated.
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