“Where is the Outer Domain? Do you wish to go there?” the young man asked, his battle robes stained with blood, which made the boy’s eyes gleam as he stared intently.
“The Outer Domain—those are the life-bearing stars. The powerful races with strength have all fled, avoiding this abandoned ancient battlefield,” Zhang Bairén said.
Though just a boy, he was precocious, his face filled with longing as he gazed at the man.
“Did they leave just because this place lacks the essence of heaven and earth?” the young man murmured to himself, glancing at the land. Though covered in vegetation, it remained barren, with few spiritual herbs to be found.
Many races on this continent had fled, never willing to return.
**Boom!**
In an instant, the young man directly extracted the primal essence of the world, drawing innate energy from the cosmos and refining it into divine source liquid. He accomplished this effortlessly, as if it were second nature.
“This…” Zhang Bairén was stunned, unable to believe his eyes. How many in this world could extract the primal essence of heaven and earth?
The young man handed him a pile of divine source liquid.
Flustered, Zhang Bairén scrambled to seal and preserve it in what he believed to be the purest vessel. Divine source liquid was invaluable, capable of prolonging one’s existence in the world.
“I want to know the history of this continent. I want to know more…” the young man said calmly. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this place. Gazing at the vast yet shattered continents in the cosmic void, he was entranced.
“My knowledge is limited,” Zhang Bairén admitted truthfully. Though he coveted the divine source liquid, he had no intention of lying.
This was an era of great upheaval, the most terrifying of times. The heavens had been shattered, continents had sunk, and countless minor realms and forbidden lands had been erased forever!
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, supreme beings descended repeatedly, slaughtering until the sun and moon dimmed, mountains and rivers crumbled, and the entire cosmos was fractured.
It was said that long ago, this world was known as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but it was destroyed in the Great Dark Reckoning, reduced to its current broken state.
Of course, many sacred mountains and divine lands had been relocated, becoming pure lands and wondrous realms on the life-bearing stars of today.
Now, the powerful races and sects resided in the outer cosmos, scattered across the universe. No one dared to linger here for long.
They feared that the terrifying beings from those ancient battles might return, reducing this place to utter ruin once more.
The young man frowned, gazing up at the cosmic void, observing the shattered remnants of ancient lands. Had they once been whole? Had they been broken into this state?
According to the boy, even this universe had been fractured.
The scale of such a conflict was unimaginable—how many lives had been lost? Entire races wiped out without a trace. Though he had not witnessed it himself, the bloodshed was easy to envision.
The young man sighed. “Why does my heart tremble with sorrow?”
Then he asked, “Did nine-tenths of all life perish in those days?”
“Not entirely. It’s said that a great number of people were taken into the Immortal Domain by supreme beings, preserving the bloodline of this world. Some feared this realm would be completely annihilated,” Zhang Bairén replied.
There were things he did not know. Though many had been saved, the essence of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had been largely siphoned away to bolster the Immortal Domain’s grand destiny.
“What kind of beings were responsible?” Shi Hao asked.
“I don’t know much. The elders spoke of them, but those events are too distant, those beings too unfathomable,” Zhang Bairén answered.
According to him, no one in this broken world could reach such heights. Since recorded history, no being of that magnitude had emerged.
“Will they return?”
“I don’t know. But many say they’ve gone to fight in other realms and have been absent for a long time. Let’s hope they never return!” Zhang Bairén said.
For it was still whispered that the great war continued, spanning the heavens, its echoes resonating through eternity. Those beings were too powerful.
In truth, the words of the Burial Kings had come to pass. The Great Reckoning persisted. Over hundreds of thousands of years, the slaughter had chilled the bravest souls, made even the mightiest tremble. Yet, beings still returned from the Sea of Annihilation, and the situation grew ever more terrifying.
Even ancient monsters from the Era of Fallen Emperors, and beings from even older epochs, had emerged!
This was a terrifying era. The battles of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had been relatively mild compared to the horrors unfolding elsewhere.
As for the Sea of Annihilation—it had long since reached the pinnacle of turbulence!
To be born in this era was a nightmare for all living beings, especially in the war zones. For hundreds of thousands of years, blood had stained the land, battles raged ceaselessly, and lives were extinguished like candles in the wind.
The young man departed, heading deeper into the continent.
Zhang Bairén waved from behind, unaware of the significance of this chance encounter. Had he known, he would have been utterly awestruck.
He did not know who this man was. Even years later, he would never realize the magnitude of their brief meeting.
As the young man journeyed, his heart remained unsettled. Why did everything he saw fill him with sorrow? Why did this land feel so familiar?
Had he been here before? The question gnawed at him.
For he was none other than *Huang*—Shi Hao of old, resurrected from the Soil of All Things. Yet, he had forgotten everything.
He traveled to the great dynasties, seeking knowledge, poring over bone scriptures and ancient records to understand the nature of this world.
Though his memories were absent, when he read those bone scriptures, recognition came naturally. Deep within him, a trickling stream seemed to nourish and complete him.
Shi Hao wandered the continent, but the more he learned, the more lost he became. In this era, there was no trace of him. From what age did he hail?
Alas, this world had been shattered, its history fragmented. Many past events were beyond recovery.
During this time, the ten marks on his body often hummed softly, emitting a mysterious glow, as if yearning to break free from the heavens and earth.
Years later, he named himself *Huang*—a name that flowed from the depths of his heart. He cherished it, finding it deeply familiar.
Time passed. *Huang* roamed the stars. A century later, he had traversed the world, leaving his footprints on every life-bearing star.
Were there truly no immortals in this world? He did not know. He had encountered a few beings of great power, capable of extracting the primal essence of the world, yet he defeated them effortlessly in battle.
He sensed that greater power lay dormant within him, but he did not know how to awaken it.
Shi Hao searched the world but found no trace of his past. He felt he must have slumbered for countless years—after all, he had awakened from the Soil of All Things.
Another century passed, and he grew weary. His search yielded no answers. His heart remained restless, yearning for something he could not grasp.
A sense of urgency gnawed at him, a nameless anxiety. Instinct drove him, compelling him to seek out certain people!
The ten marks glowed once more.
“I must become immortal. I must see that world for myself!” The impulse surged within him, and the ten marks quieted.
Yet, he did not know how to enter the Immortal Domain. He attempted to tear through the void but found that, though he sensed that world, it seemed impossibly distant.
His power could not breach the divide!
“Why is my strength dormant?” Shi Hao frowned, sensing an ocean of power within him, yet unable to wield it.
In the years that followed, his figure appeared on many life-bearing stars. *Huang* attempted to breach the Immortal Domain from different temporal nodes, determined to force his way in.
The Immortal Domain, unstable from the wars, was no longer as impenetrable as before. After repeated assaults, some paths were on the verge of being forcibly opened.
And this was while much of his power remained sealed!
This feat shocked the beings of this era.
“Doesn’t he resemble someone described in the bone scriptures unearthed from the ruins?” someone murmured. Unfortunately, the carvings on those scriptures were blurred and fragmented.
They wondered if *Huang* was an ancient being!
In this era of withered laws, the world was broken, lifespans were short, and history had been fractured. Even the truths of five hundred thousand years ago were nearly lost.
In this world, only those dwelling in sealed immortal lands could cultivate to the level of a Supreme Being.
After the Great Reckoning erupted, some immortal isles from beyond the world had fallen, landing here and claimed by powerful clans. Only such places could nurture the strongest.
*Huang* continued his attempts. His presence was felt across the shattered cosmos, his footprints marking every significant location.
Finally, one day, on a floating island in the outer domain, he felt a sudden tremor in his heart. With a low roar, he shattered the ground beneath him.
Beneath lay a bronze coffin and nine dragon bones, arranged beside a standing stele.
At that moment, *Huang* cried out like a wounded beast, clutching his head in sorrow. Though he could not recall the past, grief overwhelmed him.
He felt as though some had departed, perhaps never to return. His heart ached unbearably.
Finally, he lifted the bronze coffin and raised the stele. To his relief, there was no grave beneath, no remains.
“We are still here. The Heavenly Court remains. *Huang*, Shi Hao, where are you? We long to see you!”
These words struck him like a thunderbolt.
“We await you in another world, for you to join the battle!”
“The Three-Life Bronze Coffin shares a bond with you. Return it, so that one day it may reunite with you. You… must return!”
“We await you!”
Tears streamed down Shi Hao’s face. Even without understanding the full story behind these words, his heart surged with emotion. He wanted to roar, to scream.
**Boom!**
At that moment, the ten marks on Shi Hao’s body blazed like divine halos, radiant beyond measure.
These were the Ten Reincarnation Marks, locked onto Shi Hao like indestructible rings.
In truth, they were far more profound than they appeared.
Within each mark sat a figure—identical to Shi Hao, each filled with sorrow, murmuring in unison with his true self.
“Are you… still there?” The Shi Hao within the marks trembled, fearful of what had become of those he once knew over the long ages.
Through the Three-Life Bronze Coffin and the stele’s inscription, he understood much.
One by one, vivid faces appeared before him—those who awaited his return, who needed him to join the battle!
His fists clenched. He longed to charge forth immediately!
“You must live! Wait for me!” Shi Hao roared.
The Ten Reincarnation Marks blazed with unparalleled brilliance, resonating like steel.
He realized that perhaps the multitudes taken into the Immortal Domain from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had departed alongside his old comrades.
Within each mark sat a Shi Hao, meditating in seclusion for countless years.
“I did not die. You have suffered for me!” he whispered.
For he knew that in that final battle, all had believed him fallen. They had mourned, their hearts shattered. Yet, he had endured, hidden within these marks.
The Ten Reincarnation Marks were miraculous. At the moment his soul was scattered into light, they had silently absorbed every fragment, dividing his spirit into ten, each imprisoned within a mark.
Through the long ages, the ten versions of him had cultivated as one, enduring hardship in solitude!
After eons of effort, he had managed to release a sliver of his soul, carrying faint imprints to reanimate his true body. This was why he had awakened.
Had he become a Burial Being, would he still be himself?
Shi Hao rejected that path. Though he had cultivated in seclusion, he could not abandon his flesh. Thus, he had revived—though his true soul remained imprisoned.
One could only imagine the terror that would be unleashed when his ten souls merged into one!
Even now, with just a wisp of his power guiding his body, he could dominate this broken cosmos.
Shi Hao had forged his own path, a new grand dao that encompassed countless scriptures and divine arts. Its might was boundless, tested in the most brutal battles against multiple Immortal Kings.
The *Indestructible Scripture* had only ensured his body’s immortality—it could not cultivate the soul.
Yet, by synthesizing myriad teachings and forging a new system, he had shattered all limitations. Why had his soul split into ten, preserved within the marks?
His path, his method, had filled the gaps left by the *Indestructible Scripture*. His soul, too, had become unbreakable.
Most crucially, the ten souls cultivated his grand method, rendering them impervious to calamity. Each had recovered, standing at the peak of their former strength—and after ages of cultivation, they had surpassed it!
If one was already this formidable, what would ten unified souls achieve?!
He had never perished. He had always endured!
“I am still here. I never died. I will return!”
The Ten Reincarnation Marks blazed, his resolute will echoing through the void.
The thought of those awaiting him, needing him to join the battle, stirred his ten souls into turmoil. A fierce emotion surged within him.
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