The witch’s skin was luminous and fair, her silken hair cascading around her swan-like neck. Her delicate, oval face tilted slightly upward, her large eyes shimmering as she gazed in Shi Hao’s direction.
Her expression was grave, for the speculation was too shocking—
A single drop of blood, within the body of the Desolate? Her heart pounded violently.
On the city walls, Shi Hao’s state was peculiar. Though he too was staring at the vast desert and the battlefield, his eyes were hollow, as if lost in thought.
Yet, upon closer inspection, those empty depths seemed unfathomable, as though they could draw in one’s very soul.
Had his soul left his body? The witch was astonished. How could this fellow be so audacious as to let his spirit wander in such a perilous situation, standing motionless as if absent from his own flesh?
Dreaming back to the Immortal Ancient Era, his spirit roamed the cosmos!
Shi Hao himself did not know why, but his soul seemed to have left his body, as if traversing through the currents of time, wandering across the epochs of the heavens.
Above his head, immortal qi surged, condensing into flowers. Among them, the leftmost remained unchanged, with a tiny figure seated within, as if dwelling in the past.
The central flower bore another tiny figure, seated in the present, yet bound by a strand of primordial qi, struggling to break free.
As for the rightmost flower—the one that had bloomed into a Dao Flower—it now revealed a faint, indistinct figure, flickering between clarity and obscurity!
This had never happened before!
His cultivation had not advanced, nor had his realm made any significant leap. Yet, for some unknown reason, this blurred figure had manifested.
Unlike the fully formed figures birthed from mature Dao Flowers, this one seemed only a temporary apparition!
The tiny figure was hazy, seated atop the Dao Flower, as if gazing back from the future, locking eyes with Shi Hao’s true self!
On the city walls, apart from the witch and Shi Hao, the only other person behaving strangely was Ye Qingxian. Tears streamed down her flawless, exquisite face.
Those around her were bewildered. Unlike Shi Hao’s daze, which could be explained, why was she weeping like this?
Ye Qingxian, usually as lively as a sprite, had never shown such an expression before. Her lips parted as if to cry out something, but then she closed them again.
Her gaze was fixed on the mysterious powerhouse in the void.
The man stood atop a cauldron, and it was clear—he had seen Ye Qingxian!
“A single drop of blood? What of ten, or a hundred?” An Lan spoke indifferently, one hand supporting the Primordial Imperial City, the other gripping a golden ancient spear, his divine might shaking the world.
He stood there calmly, radiant and majestic, his presence suppressing all beneath the heavens!
“Leave. Lingering in this era does you no good. If I do not strike you down, you may still perish on your own!” An Lan’s voice was icy.
**Boom!**
At that moment, he pushed upward with his palm, causing the city to tremble violently, nearly toppling it!
In the sky, the mysterious powerhouse suddenly turned, no longer looking at the Imperial Pass but fixing his gaze on An Lan. The great cauldron quaked, soaring through the air.
From its mouth, the essence of all things billowed forth, countless celestial bodies slowly revolving within. Bloodstains marred its surface, a testament to the brutality of past battles and the glory of its wielder’s achievements.
The mysterious man stepped atop the cauldron, advancing toward An Lan.
Yet An Lan remained unmoved, not even flinching.
**Whoosh!**
The cauldron shot forward, nearly colliding with An Lan, the force of its passage causing his hair to flutter.
“Heh, haha!” The mysterious powerhouse laughed heartily.
Behind him, amidst the desert, the millions-strong army of the Foreign Realm was stunned. What was this man doing, daring to provoke their faith, their supreme existence?
“Kill him!” someone roared, unable to contain their fury.
**Clang!**
An Lan thrust his golden spear forward, the tip grazing the cauldron before sliding past it, aiming straight for the mysterious man’s chest.
“Try it if you dare!”
Tension spiked instantly. A battle that could ripple through the river of time was on the verge of erupting.
“How vexing.” The mysterious powerhouse radiated light, a surge of dense blood qi erupting from his crown, illuminating the heavens and causing the river of time above to tremble.
An Lan’s pupils contracted. Was this man truly about to act?
“Fall back!”
He barked the order to the millions below, his expression grave. Should the two clash, the consequences would be catastrophic—perhaps erasing everything in existence.
A collision between beings from different eras would shatter the world’s ordained path!
**Boom!**
The essence of all things churned within the cauldron, its interior like a universe in itself—chaos roiled, immortal qi surged, unleashing the most terrifying power imaginable.
The mysterious man stood atop the cauldron, his right arm extending, fist glowing brighter and brighter as it slowly descended.
“Moo!”
Far below, the golden-backed aurochs, already fleeing in terror, shuddered and sped away even faster.
The Foreign Realm’s army was thrown into disarray, all retreating in haste.
For An Lan had commanded it!
Now, An Lan too unleashed the aura of an Immortal King, shielding the myriad races below, wary of the mysterious man’s sudden aggression.
The descending fist met the rising golden spear—both movements slow, yet the celestial phenomena they invoked struck awe into every living being!
Cracks split the heavens, and the figures on the desert and the city walls grew indistinct, as though fading from existence.
“Cease!”
In the distance, Yu Tuo’s voice thundered.
Though the two had not yet clashed, their standoff was terrifying enough. Should they truly fight, they might rewrite the annals of history itself.
**Clang!**
The great cauldron trembled, its surface revealing numerous bloodstains—some crystalline, glowing like five-colored diamonds, dazzlingly resplendent.
At the same time, the figures on the desert and the city walls grew even fainter, as though on the verge of vanishing entirely.
The two powerhouses from different eras had not even begun their battle, yet their mere confrontation was already warping reality itself.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from the city walls. Shi Hao let out an involuntary roar.
For within his body, a single drop of blood had emerged—a radiant, piercing crimson pearl, floating out from his flesh.
In that instant, the blood began to expand, as if to transform into an ocean, unleashing boundless might that shook both the Imperial Pass and the desert.
Shi Hao was undergoing a metamorphosis!
All could see that it was the work of that single drop of blood. After swelling, it rapidly shrank again, dripping onto the Dao Flowers above his head, passing over each of the three blossoms.
The first flower—the tiny figure that seemed to dwell in the past—suddenly opened its eyes, growing even more enigmatic.
The second flower—the figure bound by primordial qi—wrenched itself free, the qi now coiling around it as protection rather than restraint!
The third flower—as the blood rolled over it, the indistinct figure seated there suddenly grew clear, its presence shaking the heavens and the earth.
“Ah—!”
Shi Hao roared, his black hair whipping wildly as he jerked his head up. His eyes, once hollow, now seemed to belong to another entirely.
**Whoosh!**
Moreover, several Cycle Seal (reincarnation seals) appeared on his body, all converging above his head, manifesting the profound mysteries of reincarnation.
**Boom!**
The seals spun violently, enveloping the three tiny figures before merging them into one.
**Whoosh!**
Finally, the drop of blood fused into that singular figure, which then plunged back into Shi Hao’s body.
A divine radiance erupted, his flesh igniting like a war god reborn from the flames, resurrected from the depths of time!
Then, the light pulsed again, as though channeling power from the future, descending with unparalleled majesty.
What was happening? All were stunned.
“That drop of blood… is sinister!” An Lan remarked, his tone grave.
His eyes gleamed with divine light—this was no trivial matter.
The mysterious man atop the cauldron soared into the heavens, halting before the rift in the river of time, silently observing, no longer speaking.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao had changed. The drop of blood had merged the three figures, absorbed the reincarnation seals, and returned to his true body, transforming him utterly.
Now, none could recognize him as Shi Hao!
His aura was razor-sharp, his pupils piercing no longer empty, but emitting light like immortal swords, impossible to meet directly. Runes swirled across his skin, as though capable of crushing the cosmos itself.
With a single leap, he bypassed the teleportation array, stepping directly out of the Imperial Pass—stunning all who witnessed it.
The city’s peerless defensive formations could not bar his passage.
“This is no longer the Desolate One—it is that drop of blood!” someone declared, making the astute observation.
“Who dares claim invincibility? Who dares speak of being undefeated? Not even the Emperor’s Fall Era witnessed such arrogance!”
Shi Hao’s voice was sharp, laced with the weight of ages, as though an ancient monarch had awakened to witness the turning of epochs, challenging the very heavens.
“That drop of blood—you’ve claimed it!” An Lan’s cold gaze fixed upon the young man before him.
“Indeed.”
Shi Hao’s reply was clear, his mind fully lucid.
“A single drop of blood seeks to sow chaos?” An Lan’s eyes glinted frostily.
“Not chaos—your suppression!” the young man retorted fiercely!
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