Golden light unfurled, spreading from the darkness—a sacred and serene glow. Within the pitch-black void, a radiant aura enveloped a tall, slender figure as he strode forward, like a war god descending upon the world!
The young kings of the foreign realm wore expressions of fervor, bowing deeply and performing grand salutes as if welcoming their sovereign. The scene was astonishing.
These young prodigies were the rulers of their respective clans—proud, arrogant, and unyielding. How could they ever submit to another? Each was unruly and defiant, yet here they were, displaying such reverence.
The ancient border city of the Great Scarlet Heaven was built from immortal bones, now reduced to ruins after being shattered. Beneath it lay a vast, black abyss.
This area was plunged in absolute darkness—so thick that one couldn’t see their own hand. The foreign beings stood there, their forms indistinct and ethereal, barely discernible.
A man with golden hair cascading past his knees emerged, his presence forming a dazzling halo of sacred light that bloomed in the darkness, setting him apart from all others.
Like a sweet spring in the desert, or a tree of life amidst a battlefield of bones, he brought with him a sense of freshness and tranquility, starkly different from those who had come before.
“Great one, we beseech you to strike down the descendant of that failure!”
“With your arrival, there is no doubt—slaying Shi Hao will be effortless!”
This was the conviction of the foreign realm’s young kings. They were certain that with this golden-haired man’s intervention, Shi Hao would be crushed, his might extinguished without exception.
Each of them revered him, free from jealousy or rivalry, for they knew that no matter how hard they strove, some beings were simply beyond their reach—the gap would only widen.
“I’ll kill you, you damned crane! Prepare to die!” On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the golden ant erupted in fury, its tiny body ablaze with divine radiance. Though small in stature, its battle aura surged like a tempest, shaking the heavens.
It had entered a berserk state—a unique talent of its bloodline. Once triggered, its power would skyrocket, even doubling in strength!
The drawback was that it would lose clarity of mind, exhausting itself after battle and severely damaging its body, as it burned through its life force prematurely.
Many on the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were baffled, unable to comprehend why the Heavenly Horned Ant had suddenly gone berserk, its eyes nearly splitting from rage.
“It knows who that man is—it even called him by name!” someone murmured.
Only Shi Hao understood the depth of the ant’s hatred. In the past, He Wushuang had personally slain the little ant’s elder brother and sister, his hands stained with their blood.
Most unforgivable was how, after its brother fell in battle, He Wushuang had fed his corpse to his mount, leaving no trace behind—a tragic end.
“Bang!”
Shi Hao seized the ant, blocking its path. He understood its fury—who wouldn’t be enraged upon seeing the murderer of their kin? If one had any spirit, such a reaction was inevitable.
“Let me go! It’s him or me! I finally see that demon again—I’ll kill him! Ah—!” The little ant, fueled by its berserk state, struggled with immense strength.
“Wake up! That’s not him!” Shi Hao infused his voice with Dao resonance, shouting into its ear to jolt its spirit.
It worked. The frenzied ant faltered, its eyes clearing slightly. Shi Hao pressed a finger to its brow, finally calming it.
“You know me?”
From the darkness, the man who had emerged from the abyss stepped forward. Beneath his feet, a golden path unfurled—sacred, serene, and brimming with auspicious energy.
He was extraordinary, unlike any other young cultivator from the foreign realm. Like an emperor, he commanded awe, forcing all to yield before his majesty.
A cold wind howled, its mournful wail accentuating the desolation of the Great Scarlet Heaven’s border. The rumble of the Dao echoed, and stars turned at the edge of chaos—grand yet bleak.
The golden strands of his hair lifted in the wind, revealing his flawless jade-like face—chiseled and transcendent. He bore a striking resemblance to He Wushuang, yet he was not the same man.
Upon closer inspection, their similarities lay in their aura—both tall, with skin like polished jade and golden hair. But their features differed slightly.
“You resemble him, but you’re not him. Where is He Wushuang? Who are you to him?!” the golden ant roared.
“My ancestor,” the golden-haired man replied calmly, unperturbed even as the ant cursed his forebear. His smile remained gentle.
The resemblance was uncanny—just like He Wushuang, he exuded an otherworldly grace, as if standing above the mortal realm like an exiled immortal.
The mundane world seemed unworthy of tainting his sanctity. He existed in a realm of his own, as if no earthly rival could ever match him.
“Audacious! How dare you utter the name of the Unparalleled Ancestor? To blaspheme against an immortal’s dignity is punishable by death!” someone bellowed.
Though the golden-haired youth remained unmoved, others could not contain their fury. Not only the young kings but even middle-aged beings radiated killing intent.
“A forbidden name cannot be spoken lightly. Do you seek death?!” a silver-haired woman snapped.
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, hearts pounded. A “forbidden” existence—what did that entail? Surely, it referred to a being of supreme power.
Shi Hao was stunned. His encounter with He Wushuang felt surreal—as if it had happened mere days ago. Yet, in reality, an entire epoch had passed.
Yes, an entire epoch. That man had grown terrifyingly powerful, inevitably ascending to immortality. Nothing could hinder his path.
The thought made him sigh involuntarily.
The golden ant’s eyes burned with unwillingness. Whether it accepted it or not, the murderer of its siblings had become an invincible existence.
“What kind of ‘forbidden’ is he? I’ll kill him one day!” the ant vowed.
“Silence! How dare you insult an immortal? Moreover, the great one has ascended to the ranks of the forbidden. To speak his true name invites divine retribution—your soul will be extinguished!” someone thundered.
Everyone shuddered. Shi Hao and the ant were stunned. Had He Wushuang truly reached such heights? Was he now comparable to the ancient ancestors of the Anlan Clan?
“I don’t believe it! He Wushuang, show yourself!” the ant bellowed.
Once, twice, thrice—its voice boomed, amplified by its fury.
The foreign realm’s denizens seethed. To them, uttering the name of such a supreme being was blasphemy beyond forgiveness.
“Hmm. The ancestor has sensed it. His weapon’s spirit stirs,” the golden-haired man remarked, still composed.
“Whoosh!”
A massive halberd materialized in the sky, its blade gleaming with an aura capable of annihilating all life. It radiated chaos energy, as if it could crush the cosmos itself!
Its sudden appearance was overwhelming, as if it could sever the heavens and extinguish the sun and moon. The halberd’s presence was terrifying, dominating the firmament!
Gasps echoed. Many from the foreign realm prostrated in worship. On the other side, hearts trembled—this was undoubtedly a supreme being.
“Has he nearly caught up to the Anlan Clan’s ancestor?” Shi Hao mused, chilled by the thought. The flow of time was inexorable. Over an epoch, He Wushuang had ascended to unimaginable heights.
In truth, it was only natural. Had He Wushuang not reached such a level, it would have been shocking.
That day, they had fought to a standstill—a mutual demise. Given an entire epoch, how could He Wushuang not rise to such prominence? He was destined to shake the ages!
Yet, it was clear that He Wushuang still lagged behind the Anlan Clan’s ancestor. Merely uttering “Anlan” could summon a golden spear that split the heavens—a truly soul-shaking display.
Fortunately, they were in this realm. Had they been in the foreign domain, even a single utterance would have drawn the Anlan ancestor’s merciless wrath!
He Wushuang was formidable, possessing the talent to dominate the world and awe history. But perhaps due to his shorter cultivation time or other factors, he still fell slightly short.
After all, it took three invocations of his true name for his weapon to manifest and unleash its pressure.
The immortal clans were enigmatic. They knew of He Wushuang—a prodigy from the end of the Immortal Ancient Era who had slain young supremes bearing three immortal auras.
Now, they learned he had ascended to such heights.
For the denizens of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, this was dire news—catastrophic, even. He Wushuang had become an unparalleled calamity!
“Great one, we implore you to strike down this lowly servant!” A silver-haired woman stepped forward, bowing as she spoke.
Such disdainful address was deemed natural by the young kings present. With him here, the enemy stood no chance.
The Anlan Clan might be absent, but the He Clan’s presence sufficed!
“No rush.” The golden-haired youth glanced at Shi Hao, his smile warm and composed. Then, he turned to the battlefield and declared, “I’ve come to announce something of utmost importance!”
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