This had a profound impact on Shi Hao. Despite his immense strength, he still faced many helpless situations—aging, sickness, and death were irreversible. Even beings as powerful as Supreme Venerables could not alter these truths.
“Grand Elder!” Shi Hao supported him. Shi Yun Feng had truly aged—his hair was white, his vitality withered, and his body frail.
“I won’t let Grand Elder grow any older,” Shi Hao declared. He took out a vial of liquid, urging Shi Yun Feng to drink it. It was immortal blood he had collected from the Dam World, refined to extract traces of immortality essence.
The moment the vial was opened, everyone was moved. A faint fragrance wafted out, and tiny crimson droplets shimmered like jade marrow.
After countless refinements, the killing intent and harmful substances within had been purified, transforming it into a supreme elixir.
Over a hundred years in that world, Shi Hao had only managed to refine a few vials—each priceless, surpassing even divine medicines in this era of declining spiritual laws.
In the present world, only he dared refine immortal blood!
Even if it was just remnants, others could not extract it. Merely approaching an immortal corpse would cause them to explode—the power of the immortal path was incomparable.
When Shi Yun Feng learned what it was, his face softened with contentment and peace. “Silly child, you can extend my lifespan for a while, but can you do so for one lifetime, two, or three? In this life, I have no regrets. I’ve watched you grow into a man, and now I see you towering above the world. What more could I ask for? I can’t follow you forever, nor can I live eternally. I’m just an ordinary old man. The greatest treasures in life are happiness and peace—and I’ve had both all these years. I’m satisfied.”
The old patriarch patted his hand, smiling warmly, utterly at peace. Over the years, his old companions had all passed, and he longed to see them again.
Shi Yun Feng refused the immortal blood, knowing his grandson needed it more—for future battles where it could save his life.
But Shi Hao would not relent. The old patriarch had raised him, shaped his life, and was the one he cherished most. That night, he secretly infused the refined elixir into the old man’s body, ensuring he would not perish from old age.
“March forth!”
Instead of immediately returning to the Dam World, Shi Hao began scouring the lands, unlocking various secret realms.
During this time, he collected ancient texts, listened to folk legends, and used them as clues to search for ruins across the world.
Over several years, he opened four or five minor realms, all left behind by ancient powerhouses, each holding immense treasures.
“The Divine Demon Wall!”
This was a training ground. In his youth, Shi Hao had sought a path to the Upper Realm here but failed—the path had been severed.
A colossal tortoise had used it, carrying the Supreme Hall into the Upper Realm through the Divine Demon Wall.
Though unsuccessful, the experience left a deep impression on him.
“The Divine Demon Wall, the Sorrow of the Primordial Era!” These eight words remained etched in his memory.
The wall bore extraordinary carvings—depictions of divine and demonic beings, as well as an arena where one could battle ancient ferocious spirits.
Behind each stone gate, a powerful entity corresponding to the carvings could manifest!
Now, Shi Hao understood—this was an ancient training ground, built by survivors of the fallen Immortal Ancient Era, unwilling to accept defeat.
A sorrow of the past!
To those of the Wall-Building Era, how many eons had passed since the so-called Immortal Ancient? That era could be called the Primordial Times.
“The woman folding paper boats…”
Shi Hao stared blankly at a carving of a woman with paper boats.
His gaze grew distant, as if piercing through time, recalling the black paper boat stained with blood he had once seen at the North Sea Kun Peng’s Nest.
“Someone suspected to be from beyond this time and space… Why are her traces here too?” he pondered.
Soon, he dismissed it—likely carved by someone else.
But had people seen her even before the Primordial Era?
“Wait, doesn’t this carving resemble someone?” Cao Yusheng exclaimed.
Having emerged from the Burial Pit, he had accompanied Shi Hao to the Lower Realm, as had the Heavenly Horned Ant. Now, they had all arrived here.
“Ye Qingxian?!” The Heavenly Horned Ant was equally shocked.
Among the ruins, they discovered a carving of Ye Qingxian.
Both had met her at the Borderland Emperor Pass.
Shi Hao was stunned. How could Ye Qingxian exist in the Primordial Era? Had someone from that time seen her and carved her here?
Impossible! She was clearly a young girl—he had interacted with her multiple times and sensed no ancient aura about her.
What was going on?
It had been a long time since Shi Hao last saw Ye Qingxian. After the final battle at the Borderlands, she had vanished.
“An unexpected discovery…”
Shi Hao, the Heavenly Horned Ant, and Cao Yusheng were deeply puzzled. Shi Hao ordered Mu Qing and others to investigate further.
Soon, they ascended to the Upper Realm. Using the influence of the current “Heavenly Court,” Shi Hao sought clues about Ye Qingxian.
To his shock, there were indeed traces of her across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—statues of her had been found in certain ruins!
“How is this possible?!” Cao Yusheng shuddered. Had they interacted with an ancient monster?
But that couldn’t be. From what they knew at the Emperor Pass, Ye Qingxian was just a young girl, not an age-old entity.
“More clues!”
Mu Qing reported new findings.
Rumors spoke of a stone statue of Ye Qingxian in the Primordial Ancient Mine.
The mine was perilous—few who entered survived its dangers and anomalies.
Yet some, like Shi Hao, had emerged alive. He had once learned the Six Paths Reincarnation’s opening stance there.
“Seems it’s time to visit,” Shi Hao said.
“You’re entering the Primordial Ancient Mine?” Cao Yusheng and the Heavenly Horned Ant objected—the place was too eerie, now sealed off.
“Now that I’ve become a Supreme Venerable, it’s time to explore. There’s even a longevity herb there—if possible, I’ll take it.” Shi Hao was resolute, unafraid.
The Primordial Ancient Mine was silent, sealed after black blood had once flowed from it. No one had dared approach in years.
Alone, Shi Hao descended.
Below was a maze of paths. Once a death trap, he now traversed it effortlessly.
“So, there’s a gate here… leading to the Immortal Domain?”
Shi Hao recognized the gate’s aura—identical to the one he had used to bridge realms before.
Unexpectedly, the mine hid such a gate, though it was sealed.
Long ago, the descendant of the Guardians, Dugu Yun, had sought his ancestors’ traces here, only to flee as black blood surged forth.
Boom!
Shi Hao struck the gate, testing if it could be breached—a potential path to the Immortal Domain.
Instantly, an ominous aura surged, black blood seeping from the gate.
“Strange. If this connects to the Immortal Domain, why the ominous aura and black blood?”
He struck again, but the gate remained unmoved, only oozing more darkness.
“Who disturbs my path of return?” A faint voice echoed, as if from millions of years past, across endless worlds and time.
Shi Hao’s heart trembled. He understood—this was like the Immortal Tomb on Demon Island in the Three Thousand Provinces, a path for an unrivaled being’s return.
But this entity was terrifyingly strong—or perhaps nearing—able to sense his strikes on the gate.
“Is he in the Immortal Domain, the World Sea, or did he simply steal and refine a gate for his own use?” Shi Hao mused.
Disappointingly, the longevity herb was nowhere to be found—only traces near the gate suggested its presence.
“Did it enter the gate’s world?”
Exploring the mine’s depths, even at his level, Shi Hao faced dangers but overcame them.
There, he found a stone statue—uncannily resembling Ye Qingxian.
“Coincidence, or did she truly exist in the distant past?” Shi Hao frowned.
The statue was ancient, from the previous era—the Immortal Ancient Period.
If Ye Qingxian were an ancient being from the Primordial Era, he could reluctantly accept it. But if she hailed from the previous epoch, it was mind-boggling.
Leaving the mine, Shi Hao marked it as a dangerous return path, like the Immortal Tomb, warning others to stay away.
“My lord, new discoveries in a ruin of the Nine Heavens!” a clansman reported.
Shi Hao went personally and was stunned—familiar scenes were depicted on a weathered stone carving.
A massive cauldron devouring suns and moons stood beside two women: Ye Qingxian and the white-clad Empress, the latter folding a blood-stained paper boat.
Shi Hao’s mind reeled!
With the Heavenly Court’s vast influence, probing such mysteries was swift. Many of the original eight hundred followers remained in the Upper Realm, forming a formidable organization.
Soon, more clues emerged, leading to more ruins.
“Fascinating. This girl appeared in the distant past and now—what’s her origin?” Cao Yusheng mused, wondering if she, too, had been buried and revived in this era.
Shi Hao remained silent. The white-clad Empress had left an indelible mark—suspected to be from beyond this time and space!
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