Chapter 1841: It is Huāng

The bronze hall, stained with blood from earlier, now streaked away like lightning, wreathed in chaotic energy, unstoppable.

This was an immortal artifact, as if some unseen force was summoning it, guiding it swiftly toward the ancient lands where the Immortal Hall’s lineage resided.

Shi Hao did not attempt to intercept it. He knew this hall held peculiarities beyond his current cultivation to control. If he carried it with him and the artifact spirit suddenly struck, he would perish without a burial place.

Heavenly weeping occurred—blood rain fell across this stretch of the starry sky, heralding the fall of a supreme being, slain here.

This was Shi Hao’s first time slaying a supreme being since stepping into this realm.

The Immortal Hall’s supreme had once regarded him as an ant, attempting to kill him multiple times, yet failing each time. Now, the tables had turned, and Shi Hao had slain him instead.

With hatred in his heart, the Immortal Hall’s supreme died with unclosed eyes. His enemy, once nothing more than a worm in his eyes, had now transformed into a dragon, soaring to the heavens, ultimately taking his life.

The starry sky fell silent, utterly tranquil.

Shi Hao lingered briefly before vanishing in an instant, traversing the stars toward the agreed-upon meeting place to reunite with the little dog.

“How did it go?” Shi Hao asked.

“No way in. The immortal formation there has completely sealed off that ancient land. Anyone who enters dies. We can’t catch that escaped fragment of the silver dragon’s essence,” the little dog lamented.

Then, with a strange expression, it added, “You actually killed a supreme being. You really are a freak—just a few decades of cultivation!”

Soon after, its expression turned grave. “The crippled immortal isn’t dead. He’s bound to be a major threat—he’ll definitely come for you with everything he has!”

It spoke the truth. Years ago, Shi Hao had been crippled by that crippled immortal, afflicted with the Severing Immortal Curse. Even now, he hadn’t fully eradicated it. The curse flared up periodically, subjecting him to immense suffering.

If he faltered even slightly under this ancient curse, his cultivation would be utterly destroyed.

Shi Hao wanted to see what realm he would reach once he finally overcame it completely.

“Crippled Immortal, one day I will face you in battle!” Shi Hao declared.

Thirty years ago, he had been cornered before Mount Buxian, scorned by the crippled immortal, who had nearly taken his life with a mere gesture. Had it not been for the protection of Mount Wuxing, he would have died long ago.

Even so, he had returned to the lower realm in disgrace.

“The outcome of today’s battle won’t stay hidden. Many across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will know. Though the heavenly weeping occurred in the starry sky, some will still sense it,” the little dog said.

It warned Shi Hao to be cautious. If the crippled immortal went mad and pursued him relentlessly, his chances of survival would be slim.

“No matter. With the immortal spring’s eye in hand, he won’t last long. He may not even dare to come for me!” Shi Hao replied.

He had reason to believe so, and his confidence was unshaken. The crippled immortal was too weak, grievously wounded. Without the nourishment of the immortal spring’s eye, he would be in dire straits.

The crippled immortal had once been powerful, colluding with others to scheme against the Kun Peng. But that battle had not been easy—it was then that he had been permanently crippled.

His body bore wounds of the Great Dao, entangled with rules and order, inseparable from his very soul. All these years, he had survived only by relying on that immortal spring’s eye.

As weak as he was, he had spent nearly this entire era hiding within the spring, rarely emerging.

His last venture to Mount Buxian’s Qin Clan to corner Shi Hao had already been a great risk, requiring immense effort. Normally, he could not leave the underground spring.

This time, driven by the possibility of returning to the Immortal Domain, he had broken his own rule once more, seeking out the retreating Immortal Domain experts in hopes of following them back.

“When I fled, I vaguely sensed a terrifying being heading toward the ancient lands of the Immortal Hall,” the little dog said.

Indeed, the crippled immortal had returned. Standing atop the bronze immortal hall, he gazed down upon the ruins of his lineage, consumed by hatred.

The immortal spring’s eye had been stolen, and he could not swallow his fury. He had relied on that spring to sustain his life.

“Ah—!” The crippled immortal roared, his rage shaking the heavens. He lost control, unable to accept this loss. Without the spring’s eye, how could he survive?

As the little dog had said, the spring’s eye required careful handling. Moving it carelessly would cause its immortal essence to leak. That was why the crippled immortal had never dared to disturb it.

Who could have imagined that in the brief time he was away, it would be stolen?

“Who? Who did this?!” He went mad, clawing at the void, capturing traces of aura and condensing them into a figure. He saw Shi Hao’s imprint.

“What? Impossible! How could it be that brat? Didn’t I cripple him with my own hands?!” The crippled immortal was stunned, then erupted in fury.

Nearby, many creatures exploded into nothingness under his wrathful voice, their forms and spirits obliterated—most were servants of the Immortal Hall.

This matter could not be hidden. Some had sensed the heavenly weeping in the void.

“What happened? Which supreme has fallen? This isn’t the aura of darkness—it was one of our own.”

“The crippled immortal is roaring—that’s the direction of the Immortal Domain!”

“Heavens! It’s the Immortal Hall—their old supreme has died!”

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News spread, shocking all directions.

“Who would dare kill the Immortal Hall’s supreme? Don’t they know a crippled immortal still resides there? This is like slapping a true dragon’s tail—pure suicide!”

“Who could have done this?”

Everyone sought answers.

Clearly, the truth could not be concealed. Some had already pieced together clues.

Moreover, the young geniuses who had participated in the Xumi Broken Mountain gathering were the most perceptive. The first name that came to mind was none other than—Huang!

In the starry sky, Shi Hao and the little dog fled at top speed, already far from the battlefield. They landed on a desolate planet, hiding to lay low for now.

“Will the crippled immortal go mad and hunt us down? Maybe we should split up!” The little dog suggested shamelessly.

Shi Hao remained calm, unafraid. “Given his cowardly nature, he won’t act rashly yet. If he stays away from the immortal essence for too long, he’ll die. Some remnants of the spring’s essence are still there—he’ll focus on gathering them to sustain himself, biding his time.”

Shi Hao guessed correctly. To survive, the crippled immortal had only emerged two or three times this entire era, always hiding in the underground spring—because he feared death.

Now, though furious and resentful, he detected traces of the silver dragon’s essence still lingering in the cavern. Overjoyed, he vanished inside in a flash.

His expression flickered between dark and light as he plotted revenge, how to kill Huang.

Unease gnawed at him. That little cultivator from years ago—he had personally inflicted the Severing Immortal Curse upon him! How had he endured? He should have been crippled, then died!

“The Kun Peng died by my hand. You, its successor, won’t live either!” The crippled immortal’s voice was icy.

Today, he had sought out the retreating Immortal Domain experts but received no satisfactory answer. He likely would not enter the Immortal Domain—a dire outcome.

Outside, the world was in an uproar.

“It’s Huang! He’s returned!”

That name had faded over thirty years. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had believed him reduced to a mortal, severed from the cultivation world. Now, hearing it again, how could they not be shocked?

The news spread like wildfire, stirring up a storm. Cultivators from all sects were astounded.

“How could it be him? Wasn’t he crippled by the crippled immortal?”

“Haven’t you heard? Today at Xumi Broken Mountain, he displayed overwhelming power, capturing the Wang Family’s two dragons and even clashing with Wang Changsheng!”

“The Jin Family suffered an attack—someone broke in. That was him too!”

“What? The one who stormed the Jin Family and wounded Jin Taijun was also Huang?!”

No one could remain calm. All were dumbfounded. As the news spread, terror gripped them.

Huang—was he defying the heavens?

A being who had reached the supreme realm in just a few decades—how far would he go? How strong would he become?

In a single day, he had fought three supremes and slain one among them. What kind of terrifying feat was that?

This monumental event instantly swept across the world, causing an uproar like a meteor crashing into the ocean, stirring monstrous waves.

“Interesting. To have such an outstanding young man—invite him here. We wish to meet him.” Even the Immortal Domain’s retreating commanders were stirred, ordering their subordinates to seek out Huang.