Shi Hao appeared on a platform, carefully observing his surroundings. Thick stone pillars encircled the area, crackling with mysterious arcs of lightning.
The electric currents were a mix of crimson and black, striking awe into the heart.
They intertwined like chains, coiling around the stone pillars, sealing off the platform.
“A being from the Upper Realm?” someone murmured. It was a silver-armored deity, its body wreathed in dazzling flames, radiating an exceptionally powerful true fire.
Shi Hao’s expression shifted. He had come through the stone gate only to find himself trapped in a cage, sealed away.
“I mean no harm. I belong to the Eight Regions and have now returned,” Shi Hao said.
At the same time, he scrutinized the silver-armored being. It likely wasn’t a true living creature but a manifestation of the rules of the Void God Realm, guarding this place.
“‘Milk-Loving Beast Devourer’?!”
Sure enough, Shi Hao had guessed correctly. The being was indeed a rule incarnate, its eyes flowing with symbols as it stared at him and uttered his “identity.”
At this moment, Shi Hao felt a deep sense of shame, embarrassed for the first time.
Because this had indeed been his identity in the past. After entering the Void God Realm and repeatedly breaking records, he had once adopted the alias “Milk-Loving Beast Devourer”—his persona in this spiritual realm.
Now, with this old name brought up again, even someone as thick-skinned as him couldn’t help but blush.
If word got out that the mighty “Huang” had once been so eccentric in his youth, bearing such a ridiculous name, it would surely become a laughingstock in the Upper Realm.
How absurd!
Huang? A milk-drinking brat?!
At this moment, Shi Hao had the urge to “erase all evidence,” to wipe away these stains of his past. It was far too embarrassing.
“Wait, there’s an unfathomable aura about you. The reason is unclear—I cannot release you,” the silver-armored deity declared.
“My time is limited. Please make an exception, or else summon Bird Grandpa and the others,” Shi Hao requested.
However, this was merely a manifestation of rules, not a sentient being. It was stubborn, refusing to let Shi Hao leave and even issuing a warning.
**Boom!**
In the end, Shi Hao took action, striking the platform with full force, determined to break free.
The Void God Realm and the Spirit Realm both imposed terrifying restrictions—within specific zones, no matter how peerless one’s divine power, it would be suppressed to the highest level permitted by that region.
For example, some areas only allowed the Blood Movement Realm, while others capped at the Cave Heaven Realm.
Here, the suppression was absolute. Even though Shi Hao was a cultivator at the Dunyi Realm, he was instantly restricted to the Supreme Being Realm.
To break through such barriers, one had to surpass the extreme limits, shattering the constraints and overcoming the rules’ suppression!
And who was Shi Hao? Throughout his journey, he had pushed every cultivation realm to its extreme, ascending beyond conventional limits at each stage.
Thus, when he unleashed his full power, the results were terrifying.
In the end, he shattered the platform, crushed the stone pillars, and tore apart the divine chains, forcing his way out.
The silver-armored deity dissolved into a streak of light, vanishing without a trace.
Everything disappeared. Shi Hao stood dazed, realizing he was now before the massive stone gates, freed—and on the side of the Void God Realm.
This path was not unfamiliar; he had stood here once before.
There were altars, ancient roads, and mist. The area was eerily quiet, as no one usually ventured here.
**Thud!**
Shi Hao stepped forward, plunging into the mist. He wanted to delve deeper into the Void God Realm to see what had changed.
It had been many years since his last visit. Though this wasn’t his true body, his primordial spirit descending ahead of time filled him with excitement.
Perhaps he would encounter familiar faces?
Of course, he might also run into old enemies.
But at this point, what did Shi Hao have to fear? In the Eight Lower Realms, few could oppose him.
“The Kunpeng perished in the Lower Realms… The woman who folded paper boats has a bizarre origin… And the Western Tomb Realm remains shrouded in mystery…”
Shi Hao muttered to himself. For a fleeting moment, he realized he had grown too complacent. Upon reflection, the Lower Realms held many secrets waiting to be uncovered.
“Best to remain cautious. At the very least, I shouldn’t let the whole world know I’ve returned.”
He decided not to alert anyone, instead taking time to understand the current state of affairs. What had happened in the Eight Regions? Were there any major changes?
With that in mind, Shi Hao concealed his face, hiding his true identity.
He ascended an altar and vanished into the depths of the Void God Realm.
—
Ge Gu, a young prodigy, had risen to prominence in recent years, shaking the Eight Regions. Few knew his origins, but his extraordinary talent had stunned the world.
In the Void God Realm, he had been challenging masters from all sides, boasting an undefeated record.
Some speculated he might be a true dragon, as in reality, witnesses had seen him transform into a dragon and soar into the heavens at incredible speed.
A true dragon, so young, appearing in the Lower Realms—what a shocking revelation! Though unconfirmed, his potential was undeniably terrifying.
Some even compared him to the legendary Little Stone, believing he had reached similar heights, breaking records left and right.
Xi Gu, a young man in his twenties, had also emerged as a dominant force in the past six months, invincible in the Void God Realm—his strength was overwhelming.
No one knew his true cultivation level, as the Void God Realm imposed caps on power in different zones.
Perhaps Xi Gu sought to challenge records, appearing in various regions and crushing all opponents in his path, none lasting more than two moves.
It was a mythic display, as if he were a legend incarnate!
Rumors claimed he hailed from the Western Spirit Realm, a race of profound mystery.
Many lamented that Xi Gu had appeared too late. Had he emerged a few years earlier, he might have crossed paths with the legendary Big Stone and Little Stone.
Now, Xi Gu and Ge Gu stood side by side, much like the Twin Stones of old.
And today, they would face off for the first time in a grand duel.
“The clash of titans—today, we’ll see who stands supreme. Who is the strongest under heaven? The anticipation is thrilling!”
The Void God Realm buzzed with excitement. Speculation ran rampant about who would prevail.
This was a monumental event, sending shockwaves through all factions. Countless spectators flooded the Void God Realm just to witness this battle.
A true dragon versus a warrior from the Western Spirit Realm—this was no small affair!
“These two have shattered many records. Do you think they’ll attempt Little Stone’s legendary feats?”
“Word is they haven’t tried yet. Perhaps they’ll wait another year or two. Right now, they might not be confident enough.”
—
Was Ge Gu truly a dragon?
Was Xi Gu genuinely from the enigmatic Western Spirit Realm?
The questions fueled anticipation, drawing countless experts to the scene.
The area was packed, spectators jostling for vantage points.
Yet the center remained empty—reserved for Ge Gu and Xi Gu.
Then, two figures emerged, shrouded in mist and divine light, approaching from opposite directions.
But with a **thud**, a third figure descended from above, landing in the midst of them.
“Who goes there? Retreat at once!” Xi Gu commanded. He was a tall, robust youth with dense black hair, bronze skin, and eyes like cold lightning.
Though others couldn’t see his true appearance, Shi Hao’s Heavenly Eye pierced through the mist effortlessly.
From the other side came a teenager, fair-featured and exuding an otherworldly aura—remarkable and transcendent.
“Oh?” Shi Hao was intrigued. Both were extraordinary.
“This is a battlefield. Leave,” the youth said coldly.
Instead of retreating, Shi Hao studied the boy intently. “Exceptional bones, rare talent… but likely already taken as a disciple. A pity.”
He actually felt the urge to take the boy as his own student.
“Ridiculous! You dare think to take me as a disciple?” The youth scoffed, pride evident. “You’re audacious. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
He had every reason to be confident—here, cultivation was suppressed to the same level for all.
“You’re still young. Even if both of you attacked together, it’d be too much of a stretch,” Shi Hao said dismissively.
His words instantly provoked both.
“Arrogant! Let’s see how strong you really are!” Xi Gu growled.
Shi Hao smiled. “How about this? If you lose, will you accept me as your master?”
The crowd was stunned. Who was this intruder, boldly offering to take Ge Gu and Xi Gu as disciples? The audacity!
Shi Hao’s sudden impulse stemmed from his keen interest in their bloodlines.
**Boom!**
Enraged, Ge Gu and Xi Gu attacked simultaneously, unleashing earth-shaking precious techniques.
Yet the man between them didn’t budge. With just his hands, he caught their fists—brimming with countless runes—and held them firmly in place.
In an instant, both youths trembled, their arms wracked with pain, utterly overpowered.
The spectators erupted into chaos, stunned beyond words.
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