Something fell from the heavens, and it was extraordinary—radiant with auspicious light, the object was hazy yet serene, like a celestial treasure descending upon the mortal realm!
But when Shi Hao saw it, a chill ran down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He had seen this thing before!
During a past heavenly tribulation, he had glimpsed it from afar, never coming into direct contact. Now, it was approaching, heading straight for him.
The Immortal-Slaying Platform!
It was a divine altar, upon which rested a guillotine. From a distance, it appeared peaceful, but up close, it sent shivers down one’s spine, chilling them to the bone.
If this thing targeted a living being, death was almost certain—survival was nearly impossible. Legends said it was prepared for those who defied the heavens.
“I see now—Shi Hao has forged his own path, invoking the legendary Immortal-Slaying Platform!” someone murmured.
Even from afar, people felt their scalps tingle. This artifact had only ever appeared in myths, more terrifying than heavenly tribulation itself. Once the blade fell, it sent souls to the afterlife!
People knew of it from ancient bone scriptures, where it was depicted clearly.
Now, they were witnessing it in reality!
Heavenly tribulation offered at least a sliver of hope, but this thing brought sheer despair—survival seemed impossible.
In a way, it was also a form of heavenly tribulation, an ultimate calamity embedded within, surpassing the limits of one’s own realm. One strike meant certain death!
“This… defies all reason! How is anyone supposed to survive this? I @#￥#%…” Cao Yusheng couldn’t help but curse.
Upon reflection, people understood—the Immortal-Slaying Platform had appeared because Shi Hao had forged his own path, demonstrating a system unlike any other.
This was a monumental event, one that could shake the heavens—only such defiance could summon the Immortal-Slaying Platform!
In a way, whether Shi Hao survived today or not, his name would be etched into history.
After all, how many in this era—or even in the ancient Immortal Epoch—could provoke the Immortal-Slaying Platform?
“The strongest heavenly tribulation in history, paired with the Immortal-Slaying Platform… This is an absolute death sentence!” Everyone sighed. This tribulation defied all logic—there was no way to survive.
“Good. Dying under the blade will end all troubles, sparing us further worries,” Jin Zhan’s granduncle muttered coldly.
“The heavens are unjust! Why must so many calamities befall him?” the Lunar Grace Goddess cried out, indignant on Shi Hao’s behalf. This was a deliberate attempt to kill, offering no hope.
“Survive!” the Heavenly Horned Ant roared, hurling the Great Luo Sword Embryo back to Shi Hao, hoping it would aid him.
Before the tribulation, Shi Hao had entrusted the sword to it, fearing it might trigger anomalies. Now, the ant returned it.
Shi Hao sighed, took the sword, then tossed it back. “If I don’t return, it’s yours.”
He knew the sword wouldn’t help. This was heavenly tribulation—inescapable, unavoidable. Only his own strength could see him through.
At this moment, many shouted, sent messages, and spoke to him—but he ignored them all, as if cut off from the world.
He was strategizing!
He had thought the combined assault of the Imperial Clans was the greatest trial. Who could have predicted the true horror lay ahead?
“Boom!”
The Immortal-Slaying Platform descended, positioning itself perfectly—neither too far nor too close—suppressing the area and sealing it off.
The altar wasn’t massive, but it was ancient, its divine light receding to reveal a mottled, stone-like surface, indistinguishable from reality.
The guillotine’s blade, now dulled, bore a dark crimson hue, as if steeped in the blood of the mightiest, radiating innate killing intent.
Even the Imperial Clans were stunned, standing frozen as they stared at the platform.
“Crack!”
After a brief silence, the guillotine stirred, its metallic tremor shaking souls and chilling hearts.
“Clang!”
The blade trembled, then slowly rose with a grating screech, revealing its dark-red surface, brimming with murderous aura.
The sound was horrifying—like metal scraping from the depths of hell, freezing souls and plunging them into an abyss.
“Boom!”
The next moment, as the blade lifted high, it erupted in radiant light, divine splendor eclipsing the sun, immortal mist billowing—utterly transcendent.
“It’s moving! The execution begins!” someone gasped, their own spine prickling with dread.
A figure was dragged onto the platform, immobilized beneath the blade. Then—
“Snap!”
The blade fell, crimson light flashing as the figure was severed!
“Boom!”
A thunderclap exploded, scattering lightning across the sky, shaking the land.
The victim wasn’t Shi Hao—it was an Imperial Clan member. Unexpectedly, the blade hadn’t targeted him first, but the figures manifested by the tribulation.
This defied all expectations. Weren’t these Imperial Clans part of the tribulation? Why were they being executed?
One by one, the Imperial Clans were seized, dragged onto the platform, and beheaded.
This was no ordinary execution—this was the Immortal-Slaying Platform. Though only their heads fell, their souls were annihilated.
The sight made everyone’s scalp crawl. There was no resistance, no struggle.
How could one fight back? The platform’s power far surpassed their realm—it was an insurmountable force.
“Shi Hao!” Cao Yusheng bellowed, frantic but helpless.
“No!” The Heavenly Horned Ant and Lunar Grace Goddess screamed—Shi Hao’s turn had come. A beam of light bound him, immobilizing him.
Divine chains coiled around his body, dragging him onto the platform, beneath the dark-red blade.
“My life suddenly feels… complete,” Wang Xi’s granduncle murmured, smiling in relief.
Shi Hao’s defiance had unsettled him deeply. If he died here, the Wang Clan would never need to fear him again.
Shi Hao lay across the platform as the blade gleamed, wreathed in immortal mist, then descended with a metallic shriek.
“No!” someone wailed, unable to bear the sight.
But no one could intervene. Tribulation was beyond mortal interference.
The Heavenly Horned Ant, the Lunar Grace Goddess, and Cao Yusheng’s eyes reddened with fury.
“Witnessing the Immortal-Slaying Platform in my lifetime is a rare fortune,” Jin Zhan’s granduncle mused, stroking his beard with a smirk.
Of course, only a few nearby heard him—any louder, and he’d incite rage.
“Boom!”
Divine light flashed, blood sprayed—everyone saw crimson streak the blade.
Only the blood of the mightiest could make the blade gleam so. Its dark-red hue came from slain prodigies.
“No! How could this be?” Many roared in anguish, including young cultivators from Imperial Pass, mourning Shi Hao’s fate.
They revered the strong. Since learning of Shi Hao slaying ten kings alone at the Great Scarlet Sky’s border, they had admired him.
Watching him battle through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Tribulation, clash with Imperial Clans, and forge his own path had deepened their awe.
Now, seeing him die, their hearts trembled—they couldn’t accept it.
“Finally, it’s over,” Wang Xi’s granduncle said.
“Clang!”
The platform dimmed, the blade’s glow fading, returning to its mottled, dark-red state.
All eyes turned toward it.
“No! Shi Hao, how could you die?!”
“Shi Hao!”
The Lunar Grace Goddess and Heavenly Horned Ant howled in despair.
On the platform lay a headless corpse, its neck cleanly severed, golden-tinged blood pooling—a gruesome, surreal sight.
Had Shi Hao truly died? It felt unreal, like a dream. At the peak of his life, before he could stand above all, before he could truly rival the Imperial Clans—had he fallen just like that?
“Who could survive the Immortal-Slaying Platform?” Tuoba Yulong sighed.
The masters of the Five Spirit War Chariot and the Four Phoenixes of the Wei Clan remained silent, exhaling softly.
“Heh…” The Wang Clan members smirked in secret.
The Jin Clan also relaxed, their smiles faint but relieved.
“Thud!”
Suddenly, the headless corpse on the platform stood up. One hand lifted its severed head, placing it back on its neck, while the spilled blood reversed its flow, returning to the body.
“What’s happening?!”
“Heavens! Shi Hao—he’s not dead! He survived! How?!”
Shock rippled through the crowd. Shi Hao had endured the blade, his soul unbroken, his life intact!
No one could believe it. How had he cheated death?
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