Wang Shi spat blood once more—not from his injuries, but purely from sheer rage!
When he finally recognized the man before him, his face turned ashen, then deathly pale. Blood trickled from his lips as a searing fury burned in his chest, rising straight to his skull. His entire body trembled with anger.
Who was this? His form and features were all too familiar!
Though Wang Shi had never seen his true self, he had certainly seen his portrait. As a member of the Wang Clan, how could he be ignorant of Huang?
“It’s you… It’s actually you!?” Wang Shi roared, his face burning with humiliation and fury. A low growl escaped his lips.
He felt utterly disgraced. Earlier, he had addressed this man as “senior” in an attempt to defuse the crisis—no wonder the man’s laughter had been so mocking.
Now it all made sense. This was Huang, laughing at him, Wang Shi. That was why the man had smirked so strangely when called “senior” and readily agreed to it.
Wang Shi was consumed by shame and fury. Never in his life had he felt so humiliated. He, the illustrious Wang Shi, who had dominated the world undefeated for nearly thirty years, unmatched beneath the level of a Supreme Being!
He was hailed as the true dragon of the Wang Clan, destined to ascend to immortality, his talent unparalleled, unrivaled.
Many believed he was invincible among his peers, especially those clans closely allied with the Wangs, who had long dubbed him “Wang the Peerless” or “Little Immortal King of the Wang Clan.” Yet today… today was a disgrace beyond measure.
He, Wang Shi, had bowed his head to an enemy, begging for a fair duel—only to be granted permission by that so-called “senior.” And the result? A crushing defeat in the Dunyi Realm.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. That man… was Huang!
“Ahhh—!” Wang Shi screamed again, blood spraying from his mouth. The shame was unbearable, as if his chest had been struck by a hundred bolts of primordial lightning.
They were of the same generation, their cultivation spans nearly identical. Yet he had been utterly suppressed by that man—his sword shattered by a single strike of a treasure staff!
Wang Shi had lost to a peer—a sworn enemy of the Wang Clan, no less—after groveling for a “fair” duel, calling him “senior” over and over.
Never had he suffered such a loss. It was like being sold out and still counting the money for the seller.
How could Wang Shi not spit blood in fury?
“Tenth Brother, calm yourself. You lost because he is already a Supreme Being. Even suppressing his cultivation, no ordinary Dunyi cultivator could match him. It’s not that you were weak—the fight was unfair. No one in the Dunyi Realm could defeat him!” The Eighth Dragon of the Wang Clan tried to console him.
In truth, he was even more shocked and horrified than Wang Shi. How could it be this young man? It made no sense. He wished he could slap him dead on the spot!
This was Huang! How many years had he even cultivated? And hadn’t he been crippled by the Fallen Immortals? The incident had been too widely known.
Everyone believed he was finished, reduced to a feeble old mortal, never to return to the Nine Heavens and stir up storms again.
Yet here he was, delivering another “surprise”—just like in the past, rising from adversity, defying all odds!
He had done it again. But this time, the miracle was too much to bear—at least for the Wang Clan, who were on the verge of madness.
“Roar—!”
Wang Shi’s rage only intensified at his brother’s words. They were of the same generation, their cultivation spans similar. He, the so-called peerless genius, had been outdone by the Wang Clan’s greatest enemy!
For years, he had basked in glory, praised by all. Meanwhile, Huang had been universally dismissed as a cripple, exiled to the barren lower realm, never to cultivate again.
Yet now, the irony was unbearable.
That “cripple” had soared to the heavens, leaping past nine layers of the sky, achieving the Dao in mere decades—shattering myths, surpassing all historical records, radiant and supreme!
And Wang Shi? He had been reduced to a laughingstock, the so-called unparalleled genius now a stepping stone for another.
How could he accept this?
“Ahhh—!” The Lunar Grace Goddess was also shrieking, hopping excitedly as she tugged at the “dog-rabbit’s” ears, sprinting toward Shi Hao.
The little dog bared its teeth, its ears stretched painfully long, nearly torn off—only to be unceremoniously dropped mid-run by the little girl.
The Lunar Grace Goddess charged toward Shi Hao, yelling, “You jerk! Alive and well, yet you made us worry for nothing!”
“Shi Hao!” The Heavenly Horned Ant soared into the air, golden hair whipping wildly, his heart surging with excitement as he rushed forward, blood boiling.
Long Gongyan’s eyes glistened slightly. His sworn brother from life-and-death battles was unharmed—no news could have brought him greater joy. He blurred into a shadow, speeding ahead.
“Hahaha—!” Tuoba Yulong laughed heartily, overjoyed. Never had he imagined this day would come—that they would meet an invincible Huang once more!
“Ah! A miracle!” The two surviving Phoenixes of the Wei Clan shrieked in disbelief. The Little Stone, who had once fought alongside them at the border, majestic and unyielding, had returned alive.
“How could it be him?!” Many were stunned, dumbfounded. No one had expected this.
Huang had defied the heavens, returning from his supposed crippled state as a Supreme Being, standing tall once more over the Nine Heavens, his gaze sweeping the world.
Many trembled—the Feng Clan, the Jin Family, the Wang Clan, and others still present felt their hairs stand on end, utterly terrified.
Heavens! Some screamed inwardly. This young man was too demonic! How could he still be alive? And a Supreme Being at that? It was horrifying!
“I knew it! He never follows the ordinary path—always full of surprises. And here he is again!” The words of the Heavenly Slaughter Demoness echoed the thoughts of many.
…
The scene erupted into chaos—shrieks, roars, murmurs—all blending into a cacophony of voices.
Shi Hao’s appearance had defied all expectations. No one was left unshaken.
Qing Yi’s eyes glistened with tears as she gazed at him. It felt like yesterday—everything was still so vivid. That figure had returned.
Thirty years apart, countless fleeting moments gone in the blink of an eye.
When they had parted, neither had imagined it would be so long. By the time her two souls merged, the path to the lower realm had long been sealed—even the Void God Realm was beyond reach.
Qing Yi smiled through her tears. Her Dao heart, unmoved for years, now warmed with emotion.
She was no longer Qing Yi. The laughter, the sorrows, the memories—all should have faded into the past, irrelevant to her now.
She was the Fairy of the Heaven Mending Sect, having found her true self, severing all mortal ties. Only the Dao remained.
Yet why did her heart tremble? Why this surge of warmth, this longing to step forward? Her feet moved almost of their own accord.
Ah, that was Qing Yi. She sighed inwardly. The fusion of two souls had revealed her true self—she should have cut all worldly bonds. Yet here she was, wavering.
A corner of her heart remained tender—filled with nostalgia, emotion, and a voice whispering: He’s back. Finally back, as radiant as ever.
“Ah—!”
In the void, Jin Zhan’s imprisoned head finally regained speech. He howled, venting his frustration, fear, and countless unanswered questions.
He had known the man’s identity all along but had been silenced, unable to utter a word.
Now, he roared, his voice laced with dread and disbelief. “Huang! How are you alive? And a Supreme Being?!” Earlier, he had mocked Huang, claiming he would never return, forever a cripple in the lower realm.
Yet reality had delivered the cruelest irony. Huang stood before him, as invincible as ever, effortlessly crushing him once more.
The two most pivotal battles of his life—both lost to the same man: Huang. His fate had been rewritten by the Little Stone. What wretched luck!
“Shi Hao!”
A crowd surged forward, laughing joyfully, some with tears in their eyes. Their old friend was not only alive but had achieved the Dao!
“Thirty years… the lower realm was sealed. We couldn’t even visit you!” someone exclaimed.
For years, the Void God Realm had been inaccessible, cutting off all contact. Their last memory of Shi Hao was his carefree smile, even in crippled exile.
Now, they laughed freely—no longer in worry, but in pure, unbridled joy.
“Heheh…”
A sly chuckle sounded as a rotund figure emerged—none other than Cao Yusheng, the chubby monk, revealing his true form.
“Cao the Fatty!” Some gasped, then burst into laughter, pinching his round cheeks.
Suddenly, it dawned on them—the man with the dog, who had nearly killed Wang Da days ago, was none other than Huang!
Then came another realization, this time from those allied with the Wang and Jin Clans. Their faces paled. Rumors of the Jin Family’s recent disaster… Had Huang been behind that too?!
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