Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, and Yuan Chu returned from the Boundary Sea, but the old senior did not follow them back. The moment they set foot in the Immortal Domain, they sensed something amiss, an unsettling feeling.
In the unseen currents of fate, the three supreme beings each felt a ripple of causality—something tied to them!
“Not good!”
With a low roar, Ao Sheng tore through the cosmos, vanishing from the edge of the Immortal Domain. He sped back toward his clan.
The Boundary Sea was too distant, separated from the Immortal Domain by countless layers of time and space. Even with their heaven-defying cultivation, they couldn’t sense events unfolding there.
In the Immortal Domain, ancient sects stirred as powerful beings awoke, their expressions strange, waiting for Ao Sheng’s fury to erupt.
Sure enough, moments later, a world-shaking roar erupted. Ao Sheng had lost his composure, his voice shaking the universe under his rule, causing the stars to tremble.
Had he not restrained himself, the heavens would have shattered. Endless chaos and immortal energy surged, filling the void with terrifying symbols—so overwhelming it seemed the world itself would be destroyed and remade!
Ao Sheng had been an Immortal King for countless epochs, a truly ancient existence. Normally taciturn, he rarely spoke even once in tens of thousands of years.
But now, his wrath made the heavens tremble. His voice alone was enough to crush the souls of True Immortals, forcing them to their knees.
“Who?!”
He bellowed. Who had done this? Even now, his clan remained clueless, unable to uncover the truth.
An Immortal King’s rage shook the world!
Ao Sheng began his divinations, determined to find the enemy and personally execute them.
“I care not who you are, nor where you hide—you shall perish! Across all eternity, those who oppose me shall turn to dust!”
Such venomous words from Ao Sheng revealed the depth of his fury. Immortal Kings did not speak lightly; their words were law, bound to be fulfilled.
Yet, despite the cosmic upheaval—the immortal light swirling, the stars resonating, the supreme Dao symbols manifesting—he failed to divine the culprit. The matter involved another Immortal King, one tied to him by deep causality, making it impossible to predict even for someone as mighty as him.
This infuriated Ao Sheng. Someone had slaughtered his descendants and breached his palace, yet he couldn’t even identify them.
The oldest beings in existence watched with amusement, relishing the rare sight of Ao Sheng humiliated.
“Which coward dares slaughter my Ao Clan’s bloodline? Show yourself!” Ao Sheng roared, truly unhinged.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the Immortal Domain, Shi Hao walked the Path to Immortality, riding the Golden-Haired Hou as he entered this vast world.
The rulers of the Forbidden Zones were slightly weaker than true Immortal Kings, though not by much. Some had flawed Dao Fruits, while others were nearly at that level.
At this stage, the differences were negligible, and they were rightfully called Immortal King-tier beings.
The Golden-Haired Hou seethed with humiliation. Once a supreme ruler, revered across the realms, it now found itself reduced to this.
It longed to self-destruct but couldn’t. It wanted to resist, but its body wouldn’t obey—its soul was shackled, its form half-refined.
This wasn’t its will moving. If freed, it would fight to the death, even if it meant mutual destruction!
Such disgrace was unbearable. How could it submit as a mere mount?
But its captor’s soul was terrifying, surpassing even ancient monsters who had lived through countless epochs. This was a true overlord, one who towered above Immortal Kings.
How could this be? It still struggled to believe. That young cultivator had been slain, yet here he was, resurrected.
As boundless immortal energy surged forth, the Golden-Haired Hou grew dazed. How many millennia had it been since it last returned? Even enslaved, its emotions were complex.
In that ancient battle, they had delved too deep into contact with the Dark Creatures, accumulating vast amounts of Dark Essence within themselves. Unable to purify it, they were barred from returning.
This also revealed their slight inferiority to the Immortal Domain’s peak Immortal Kings. Had they been stronger, who could have stopped them?
Now, upon its return, the Golden-Haired Hou’s eyes blazed with golden light. It wanted to tear Shi Hao apart.
To return home in such disgrace—what face would it have left if seen by old acquaintances?
Did it regret? Somewhat.
Not for attacking Shi Hao, but for not being ruthless enough. It should have destroyed his corpse back then, even if it meant offending Pan King.
Who could have imagined that despite three Immortal Kings confirming his soul’s dissipation, Shi Hao still lived?
This defied all reason!
Back then, it had known Shi Hao was guarded by a few ancient monsters—though diminished, their methods were heaven-defying. Lacking confidence, it had secretly informed the three Immortal Kings.
Only after those guardians were suppressed did it feel at ease. Yet what was the result?
*Roar!*
The Golden-Haired Hou growled low.
“Hmm? A familiar aura. Who has returned?” An ancient supreme being from a venerable sect opened its eyes, gazing toward the source.
At the same time, Ao Sheng’s fury still raged. His words were law, shaking the universe as Dao symbols flooded the heavens, proclaiming his will.
“Ao Sheng, cease your howling! I’ve come to kill you!”
A cold voice rang out from the edge of the Immortal Domain, shocking all who heard it. The mastermind had revealed himself.
This time, Shi Hao didn’t obscure the heavenly secrets. He came openly, for Ao Sheng had appeared, and there was no need to hide.
At the border, a colossal ancient beast with golden fur, fanged maw, and a fearsome visage—yet also majestic—approached.
“The Hou Clan’s ruler?!” Many gasped in shock.
“Impossible! It’s strong, but not enough to challenge Ao Sheng. The gap is too vast.”
Some doubted.
“Look—there’s someone on its back!” a sharp-eyed expert pointed out.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t noticed, but Shi Hao’s presence was too profound, merging with the Great Dao, shrouded in chaos, becoming one with heaven and earth.
Yet upon closer inspection, he seemed to transcend it all.
Having forged his own path, he feared no changes in the world’s laws, remaining unshaken wherever he went.
“This person… so young?!”
Someone murmured. “Young” referred not just to appearance but to his vibrant life force—a stark contrast to the ageless longevity of high-level cultivators.
For someone to become an Immortal King in mere hundreds of thousands of years was nearly unheard of. Those who had shown such promise had all perished.
Now, another had appeared. Who was he?
And he dared challenge Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, and Yuan Chu directly!
“What?!”
Finally, someone recognized Shi Hao, stunned beyond belief. How could a dead man return?
Three Immortal Kings had struck him down—how was he alive?
And most terrifyingly, he had reached the Immortal King level. This was beyond shocking!
Ao Sheng himself froze, struggling to believe. *Huang*—that minor cultivator he’d once casually erased—wasn’t he dead?
In his mind, Shi Hao had never been a threat. He’d crushed him effortlessly, wiping away all traces to prevent any resurgence. Yet here he was.
*Roar!*
Ao Sheng’s hair whipped wildly as he roared in fury. That lowly ant he’d slain had risen to kill his descendants and breach his palace? Such audacity!
To him, this was the ultimate insult to his dignity as an Immortal King.
“Huang! You’re not dead? Today, I’ll take your head and seal you for eternity!”
He bellowed, holding back words unfit for his status. He wanted to say Shi Hao wouldn’t even have the luxury of death—he’d be imprisoned forever, his soul refined.
His roar shook the cosmos, and all who heard it now knew the truth.
“Heavens! Huang? That human from 500,000 years ago?”
“Impossible! He died—how could he return?”
“Did Ao Sheng just call that youth Huang? This defies all logic!”
The crowd was stunned. Cultivators of all races stood dumbfounded.
Those who knew the past found it absurd. Three Immortal Kings had failed to kill him, and he returned after 500,000 years?
Many younger cultivators, born in recent millennia, asked for details—only to gape in shock.
Huang’s death at the hands of three Immortal Kings had been common knowledge. His return sent shockwaves through the Immortal Domain, stirring uproar everywhere.
“It is I! I’ve returned to settle accounts. Ao Sheng, prepare to die!”
Shi Hao’s voice thundered across the stars, reaching all corners.
Confirmed as Huang, the impact was immense.
Some beings from the Boundary Sea, having just entered the Immortal Domain, had sensed someone forging a new cultivation system there. They’d been astonished, eager to learn who it was, but the trail had vanished. Now, they realized it was Huang—back to slay Ao Sheng!
“Ah—!” Wails erupted from Ao Sheng’s clan. The pain was unbearable—Huang had killed so many of their elites.
“That little thief… how did he defy the heavens?” Tai Shi and Yuan Chu muttered.
Yet many others—especially the younger generation—were thrilled. They yearned for a rising star to topple the old powers.
The Immortal Domain was in chaos.
The implications were monumental.
“Huang… it’s really him! He’s alive—he’s back!” The Ten Crown King stood on a star, stunned.
Only something this earth-shattering could shake him.
“By the heavens! This guy’s still kicking! I thought our farewell was final. His life is tougher than fate itself!” Princess Yueyao’s robes fluttered as her eyes sparkled with amazement.
“Huang, you were always the strongest among peers. Now you’re challenging Immortal Kings?” Great Monk Xu Tuo sighed softly.
At the same time, Chang Gongyan, Little Heavenly King, Lan Xian, Shi Yi, Tuoba Yulong, and others from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths stood frozen.
Huang… had returned!
“Wah… He’s alive! I should be happy, so why do I want to cry? Wah… Huang’s suffered so much!” The Jade Rabbit sobbed uncontrollably.
“It’s you… you’re still here.” A white-robed beauty—Qing Yi—shed tears.
“Master… is it really you? Awoo!” The Crimson Dragon and others, hiding in Pan King’s domain all these years, cried out.
“Hahaha! Kill! Slaughter that old fool Ao Sheng! It’s time we reclaimed our glory—forge the Banner of Gathering Immortals, and we shall reign supreme!” The God-Striking Stone cackled wildly.
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