On the mountain peak, the chanting of scriptures never ceased, captivating the soul.
Yet, to others, it remained indistinct and ethereal, as if drifting from a celestial realm—faint and elusive. No matter how hard they tried to grasp its meaning, it slipped through their fingers like sand.
Shi Hao immersed himself completely, his heart and body resonating in harmony as he contemplated the supreme Dao, wandering freely within this new cultivation system.
He had to grow stronger, to truly rise!
Because once he stepped into the Borderlands, he would face blood and fire, life and death—brutal trials that could only be described as treading the path to the Netherworld.
Thus, Shi Hao sought to become even mightier, seizing every moment to accumulate strength and undergo transformation, refining himself to unparalleled heights.
Time was short. The days left for preparation were few, for he was destined to journey to the Borderlands and endure its harshest trials. There lay the Abyss of Heaven, the Divine Medicine Mountain Range, the Burial Domain, and the Heavenly Beast Forest—places where peril and opportunity intertwined!
Among them stood an ancient city. Shi Hao longed to enter, to uncover the truth—were any of the Seven Kings still alive, or had they all perished?
Moreover, most crucially, he would soon face the true enemies of the Foreign Realm, clashing with the leading figures of the royal clans and engaging in ultimate duels against the young prodigies of the ancient imperial lineages.
Who was weak, and who was strong?
The battlefield would decide. Life-and-death battles awaited—the finest tempering!
The scriptures continued to resonate, inspiring envy in many. The effects were undeniable—Shi Hao’s skin shimmered with an inexplicable radiance, as if forging an indestructible golden body.
This was the stirring of immortal energy, a breath of revival, growth, and gradual strengthening—
The aura of the Immortal Dao!
At this moment, this energy within Shi Hao was more potent than ever before. Yet, rather than condensing into Dao Flowers, it began to take root within his flesh.
The three Dao Flowers dispersed, reverting to three strands of immortal energy before dissolving further into wisps of dawnlight, embedding themselves within Shi Hao’s bones and sinews, nurturing anew.
It created an illusion—as if Shi Hao’s entire body had transformed into an immortal vessel, suffused with the essence of a true immortal!
**Seed**—this was the foundation of the Ancient Immortal Method!
Before this, Shi Hao had accumulated enough. The three strands of immortal energy had coalesced into the most precious seed, and now was the time for it to sprout and flourish.
His flesh became the soil, the essence of heaven and earth the nourishing waters, fostering the seed’s growth.
As the three strands of immortal energy dissolved into dawnlight, they hid within every inch of his flesh. Following the ancient scripture’s teachings, Shi Hao nurtured them.
**Boom!**
Like the opening of a celestial furnace, Shi Hao erupted with divine radiance!
The resonance of his bones grew clearer, like the clashing of immortal metals, while the roar of his blood surged like a tidal wave.
This initial enlightenment, this brief nurturing of immortal energy, had already triggered astonishing changes. His pores dilated, expelling a grayish-white substance.
“What is that?” Many were startled. At Shi Hao’s level of cultivation, his body should have been near perfection—how could so many impurities be expelled so suddenly?
Yet, they all witnessed it—a layer of residue coating his skin.
“Not impurities. His Dao Bones are being refined, polished. Some bone fragments are being shaved away and expelled!” an elder on the cliff explained, his voice tinged with awe.
He had never imagined the Immortal Scripture could be so domineering, forcibly reforging bones in such a short time.
Sweat poured from Shi Hao’s brow—this was undoubtedly agonizing, yet also a trial of self-refinement, a metamorphic enlightenment.
“The Immortal Scripture is this heaven-defying?” Many gasped at the speed of Shi Hao’s transformation.
“First exposure to this scripture, coupled with his prior preparation of three immortal strands—naturally, the effects are profound,” an elder sighed.
The crowd marveled as they witnessed Shi Hao evolving, inching closer to perfection—toward what could be called **Immortal Flesh and Dao Bones**!
“Rather than envy others, break through yourselves and stride further!” the Little Heavenly King declared. Already seated atop a peak, he immersed himself in his own cultivation.
Soon, the entire mountain glowed, veiled in misty radiance as the aura of the Dao enveloped it. He became a deity shrouded in chaotic haze!
Elsewhere, Jin Zhan had long closed his eyes, paying no heed to Shi Hao’s transformation. He focused solely on tempering himself, comprehending his own Great Dao.
Many young supremes remained unshaken in their resolve. For instance, Da Xu Tuo clasped his hands in a monk’s seal, chanting scriptures as he refined his Six-Foot Golden Body—imbued with the legacy of an immortal Buddha’s relic!
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Soon, countless young cultivators settled into meditation, drawing upon the ancestral veins of the previous era to cultivate and refine their divine techniques.
Three days passed in a flash. The elders on the cliff prepared to resume their teachings.
Most awakened from their cultivation, though a few remained in deep enlightenment—the ancestral veins beneath them were extraordinary, saturated with immortal energy, ideal for secluded cultivation.
Shi Hao roused himself. This first exposure to the scripture had granted him a preliminary understanding of the new system, but he had yet to plunge into its deepest mysteries.
“Wow! What’s written in that scripture of yours? It’s insane!” The little rabbit bounded over without hesitation.
Shi Hao had no intention of hoarding the scripture. “You may study it as well,” he offered.
His acquaintances from the Three Thousand Provinces were stunned—such a priceless treasure was usually guarded jealously. Who would share it so freely?
“The Dark Era approaches. The more skills we master, the better our chances of survival. I hope to see you all standing strong in the distant future. Besides, each person’s enlightenment may differ,” Shi Hao explained.
As he said, this was an entirely different cultivation system, built upon the concept of the **Seed**. Each individual’s seed would sprout differently, bearing unique fruits.
Qing Yi, Chang Gong Yan, and others eagerly sought the scripture. Even the chubby Cao Yusheng, who practiced the Modern Method, grumbled as he pored over it.
“Let’s first listen to the elders’ teachings and learn more about the Foreign Realm,” Shi Hao suggested.
Most young geniuses gathered beneath the cliff, ready to absorb the wisdom of their predecessors.
“In the Immortal Ancient War, who slew our mightiest experts? For instance, was the Heavenly Horned Ant executed by the ancestral spear of the Anlan Clan?”
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A dialogue unfolded—questions and answers between the eager youths and the elders. They sought clarity before venturing into the Borderlands, needing to understand the invincible foes they would face.
“In the final, decisive battle, two Immortal Kings fell, their blood staining the war banners. Who were they?” the Ten Crown King inquired.
“The Endless Immortal King and the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King,” an elder answered solemnly.
“Who killed them?” Da Xu Tuo pressed.
“Their deaths were complex. They fought countless battles, with none to relieve them—exhaustion claimed them. The Endless Immortal King’s fate remains especially enigmatic. As for the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King, his final blow came from a supreme expert of the Divine Gu Clan,” the elder explained.
“The Divine Gu Clan?”
“Yes—a terrifying lineage. If you venture to the Borderlands, you will encounter them. Few in number, yet each wields overwhelming might. Their left hand severs space, their right hand severs time—utterly fearsome!” The elder’s voice darkened with suppressed fury.
“Why does their name resemble one of the Ten Ferocious Clans?” Qi Gu Daoist wondered.
“Because they were originally born from the Gu Clan—one of the Ten Ferocious—before betraying us. In the Foreign Realm, they mutated, growing even stronger. Hence, they are now called the Divine Gu Clan!”
“What?! They were once **our** Gu Clan?!” The crowd erupted in shock.
Time flowed swiftly. Nearly a year had passed—the appointed day for departure loomed close.
Throughout this year, the young cultivators had honed themselves relentlessly, tempering their bodies with the ancestral veins, nurturing their souls with immortal energy, and immersing themselves in the scriptures.
They had also gained profound knowledge of the Borderlands and their enemies, uncovering many secrets.
“Time is short. Soon, you must depart. Use these final moments wisely. If you have doubts, seek our counsel,” the elders announced.
“I can’t wait! I’ll charge into the Foreign Realm, into the Borderlands—I’ll avenge the Heavenly Horned Ant and restore its glory!” the golden ant roared, its fury pent up for a year.
Da Xu Tuo, the Little Sage, Jin Zhan, Shi Yi, the Banished Immortal—all stood bathed in divine light, ready for the journey.
Surprisingly, many were willing to brave the Borderlands, undeterred by hardship or death. They sought to temper themselves before the Darkest Era arrived, striving to rise above the coming storm!
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