“Let’s go home!” Shi Ziling nodded heavily, his heart aching as he looked at his eldest son, unable to calm the turmoil within.
His eldest son, a prodigy of the heavens, hailed as the youngest and most powerful cultivator of the current era to reach the Dunyi Realm, shattering records and creating legends—only to meet such a tragic fate.
To the couple, their son’s destiny was too cruel. He could have rewritten history, become an invincible existence, towering above the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Yet, he had been crippled—brutally, mercilessly.
“Let’s go home, and never return!” Qin Yining wept.
Though in recent days, the outside world had been abuzz with Shi Hao’s fearsome reputation—how he had swept through multiple sects, forcing all to bow in submission—Qin Yining still grieved. Her heart was bitter, for she knew that this was her son’s final blaze of glory. The one-month deadline would soon pass!
“Brother, I’ll wait for your return in the Three Thousand Provinces!” Qin Hao declared.
Behind them, Qin Changsheng sighed. With his cultivation severed and his strength lost, Shi Hao would soon become an ordinary mortal—permanently. How could he ever return?
“He *will* return! He *must* return! We will avenge Big Brother!”
A group of children, numbering in the hundreds, shouted with clenched fists, wiping away tears.
These were the youths who had followed Shi Hao from the borderlands—boys and girls, the oldest barely in their teens, the youngest just learning to walk. Their eyes were red with sorrow, yet they burned with determination. They would rise, return, and exact vengeance for Shi Hao, slaying that crippled immortal.
“I wonder how the Eight Regions have fared all these years,” Shi Hao murmured.
Last time, though he had briefly entered the Void God Realm, his stay had been too hurried. Before he could learn more, enemies had cut off his retreat, forcing him to flee.
Shi Hao turned to Qin Changsheng, hoping to glean some knowledge of the lower realm’s current state.
He knew that some of the Three Thousand Provinces’ top sects possessed unique methods to communicate with the lower world, to see its true condition.
Qin Changsheng shook his head with a faint, bitter smile. “Things are different now. We cannot defy the will of heaven—no one can be sent down.”
After a moment of contemplation, he said, “Follow me.”
Deep within the Qin Clan, before an ancient stone mountain, a region roiled with chaotic mist—shrouded in mystery.
This was an unstable space, violently trembling.
“This is a peculiar spatial node I discovered. In normal times, one could channel power through it to the lower realm. But now… it’s nearly impossible,” Qin Changsheng explained.
Shi Hao was astonished. Here, it was as if a crystalline wall stood before him, riddled with cracks. Staring closely, he could almost glimpse the world beyond.
“A projection of power?” he asked.
“Indeed. In the past, we could manifest our presence in the lower realm through this. But no longer,” Qin Changsheng replied.
Shi Hao observed. This was indeed a spatial node—unstable, yet unbreakable.
“Any forceful attempt would invite backlash. The will of heaven is like a blade, severing souls. It’s terrifying,” Qin Changsheng warned.
The times had changed. No longer could one act as freely as in the past.
Shi Hao nodded. He had long known that defying the great world’s rules to descend into the Eight Regions was impossible now. The unseen laws would punish any who tried.
Otherwise, the so-called “Seven Gods’ Descent” back then wouldn’t have been so difficult.
Shi Hao nodded again. If even someone like Qin Changsheng couldn’t communicate with the lower realm, it was a good sign—proof that the upper world could no longer easily interfere with the Eight Regions.
Soon after, the Qin Clan’s treasuries were thrown wide open, dazzling with radiant light, divine artifacts, and rare treasures.
These were recent tributes from various sects—piles of heavenly materials, divine weapons, peerless bones, formation banners, and precious herbs.
Even Shi Hao’s eyes widened. “This much?”
They were preparing to leave, packing everything to take to the lower realm.
“Didn’t you expect this, after demanding tenfold the usual tribute?” Qin Changsheng chuckled.
“Hah! Excellent!” Shi Hao laughed heartily.
Lately, he had shown neither anxiety nor sorrow, his demeanor as carefree as ever. His thick-skinned optimism left others speechless.
While everyone else lamented his fate, he himself remained unshaken by defeat.
Crate after crate of divine materials—enough to establish several top-tier sects—were loaded. This was Shi Hao’s recent haul, staggering in its abundance.
In truth, there was even more. Some treasures, like entire medicinal fields, had been stored in spatial artifacts.
For instance, the Golden Lion carried several special artifacts specifically for transporting divine herb gardens.
Shi Hao had been thorough in his dealings with certain sects—digging three feet deep, even scraping away the medicinal soil to take with him.
“Let’s go.”
With a sigh, Shi Hao boarded the massive warship, where the hundreds of children already stood, their little faces flushed with excitement.
Tears mingled with smiles. They were heading to a new world, where they would rise, master powerful techniques, and return to avenge their brother.
“Are you truly coming?” Shi Hao turned to a violet-robed maiden—Yun Xi.
Graceful and ethereal, her robes fluttered with purple mist, as if she were an exiled fairy about to ride the wind.
Yun Xi was undeniably beautiful, the brightest pearl of the Heaven Mankind Clan. Her glossy hair, porcelain skin, and determined almond-shaped face were framed by misty, obsidian eyes. She nodded firmly, resolved to follow him below.
“Child, come here,” Qin Yining called, her rare smile these days warm as she took Yun Xi’s hand—as if welcoming a cherished daughter-in-law. The Heaven Mankind maiden flushed with embarrassment.
Shi Hao then turned to the Golden Lion, his gaze flickering with complex emotions.
“You… what are you planning?” The lion, sensing danger, retreated, its golden mane bristling.
These past days, it had been secretly elated—Shi Hao’s crippling meant its chance for freedom was near!
A month was nothing to a pure-blooded Fearless Lion. It could wait patiently for the day it would settle scores with Shi Hao.
“Are you happy, waiting for me to be crippled?” Shi Hao asked.
“Of course not! How could you think that? We’re bound together now—shared glory, shared disgrace!” the lion declared righteously.
“I doubt that’s the truth. Are you planning to kill me once we descend?”
At these words, many paled—Shi Ziling, Yun Xi, and others. They had nearly overlooked this threat.
“Perhaps we should feast on braised lion meat before we leave,” Shi Hao mused.
*Clang!*
Qin Hao wasted no time, pressing a silver spear to the lion’s brow, ready to strike.
The lion’s pupils shrank, its fur standing on end—not from Qin Hao’s threat, but from Shi Hao’s words. Fear gnawed at it.
“Shi Hao, you can’t do this! I’ve fought alongside you, never harmed you!” it protested desperately.
“Given your service, I’d rather not kill you. But taking you below is too risky. You might become a calamity.”
Hearing this, many sighed inwardly. Shi Hao truly was crippled—no miracle would save him now.
“Fear not. I have something to resolve this,” Qin Changsheng interjected.
He unfurled an ancient scroll in his palm. As it opened, power surged, rules intertwined, and golden mist coiled.
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