“Can’t wait any longer, it’s about time we began! This battle will proclaim the might of our realm, just like our ancient ancestors who crushed so-called True Immortals beneath their feet!”
The Serpent Yaksha laughed wildly, brimming with arrogance. The young kings of the foreign realm spoke of that ancient battle with immense pride, their confidence rooted deep within their souls.
Because in that war, they achieved overwhelming victory, slaying several of this world’s most powerful leaders and utterly overturning the order of this realm.
“Thinking back to those days, when our ancient ancestors emerged, even so-called Immortal Kings could only lie dead, their corpses carried back by their own mounts, shocking this entire world—what unparalleled dominance!”
Some foreign beings reminisced, their faces filled with intoxication. Speaking of those glorious feats, they wished they could have been reborn in that era, slaughtering immortal experts and seizing unparalleled battle merits.
“Every time I gaze upon our realm’s dark-red Monument of Immortal Subjugation, soaked in blood, my blood boils with excitement. How mighty our ancestors were, forcing all beings of this world to grovel, none daring to resist—such an eternal achievement! How I regret not being born in that time, missing that grand battle!”
Some mourned with fervor, their very bones radiating battle intent.
These young cultivators from the foreign realm were each more warlike than the last, their eyes blazing like miniature suns, brimming with unshakable confidence, eager to begin the hunt against their foes.
Thanks to their ancestors’ dazzling achievements, they carried an innate sense of superiority, raised from birth to believe they stood above all beings of other realms.
“Who among you will step forward?” From the shadows, an ancient being questioned the foreign realm’s young cultivators.
“Me!”
“I will fight!”
Not only the dozen or so nearby, but another seven or eight emerged from the dark abyss, totaling over twenty young elites, each burning with battle fervor.
“And who among you will fight?” The Grand Elder of the Sacred Academy asked his own side.
Originally, both sides had similar numbers, but the foreign realm suddenly produced more warriors, each unfathomably powerful, forcing uneasy frowns.
“You should reinforce your ranks too. We must have over twenty participants,” someone from the foreign realm said coldly.
“No. Five battles will decide victory. There’s no need for so many to fight,” an elder from the Immortal Academy countered, fearing heavy losses.
These descendants were their hope—some had fused with perfect seeds, requiring immense effort and resources to nurture. Losing them in battle would be a tragic waste.
“If they lose now, what use is keeping them alive for the future?” An ancient being from the foreign realm sneered from the darkness.
“Ten from each side. Let us determine superiority—and life or death!” another foreign elder added.
“If you’re afraid, just beg for mercy! Kneel and submit!” A young elite from the foreign realm laughed mockingly.
“Let us fight, Elders!” Many roared in fury—death was preferable to humiliation.
“Very well!”
The selections were made. Those with perfect seeds stepped forward without hesitation, though their numbers fell short. Then, those who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy and the Sacred Academy’s top prodigies also advanced.
At this moment, the atmosphere grew suffocating, as if weighed down by a million ancient mountains, making it hard to breathe.
The border of the Great Scarlet Heaven fell into absolute silence.
All awaited the eruption of the bloodbath to come.
*Ding!*
Suddenly, in the gloom, dozens of jade-like tortoise shell fragments appeared, shimmering with light before chaos spread, obscuring fate itself.
“Immortal Tortoise Shells!” Some from the immortal clans murmured.
These were fragments of a celestial tortoise’s shell, capable of divination and glimpsing the future—once possessing unimaginable power, though damaged in the ancient war.
Now, while still useful for divination, they could no longer predict grand destinies.
In the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, these shells had determined opponents. Tossed into the air, they would pair fighters amidst the chaos of obscured fate.
Some claimed it was random, while others believed it followed some profound causality, affecting the future fortunes of the two clans involved.
*Whoosh!*
A radiant fragment shot through the chaos, landing before a silver-glowing youth of the foreign realm.
“Hahaha!” The Serpent Yaksha strode forth, its silver serpent head raised high, tongue flickering like a silver ribbon, radiating monstrous killing intent as it laughed wildly.
“How fortunate—I fight first! Who is my opponent? Tremble and grovel before me!” It strode forward, its gaze icy.
It had a humanoid torso, limbs, and legs, but a serpent’s head, a silver tail, and a pair of silver wings—a terrifying hybrid.
On the other side, hearts sank as the chosen emerged.
**Xuan Kun!**
Once a disciple of the Heavenly Deity Academy, he stood alongside Lü Tuo, Wang Xi, and Princess Yao Yue as a prodigy who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy.
Yet, unfortunately, he had failed to obtain a flawless ancient seed in the Immortal Academy, placing him below figures like Da Xu Tuo, Lan Xian, and the Little Heavenly King.
Thus, the mood grew heavy, words failing them.
Xuan Kun sighed, gazing at the shell fragment before him. After a brief silence, he smiled. “Fellow Daoists, why such gloom? Cheer for me—I go to slay the enemy!”
“Xuan Kun, victory!” someone shouted.
“Victory!” Many roared in encouragement.
“Then I go!” Xuan Kun strode forward, his spirit boiling like smoke, his aura rising with each step.
By the time he entered the battlefield, three Dao Flowers hovered above his head, blooming endlessly, releasing wisps of immortal mist that cycled through him in a grand Dao rhythm.
The heavens trembled, space distorted, stars manifested around him, golden lotuses bloomed—a spectacle of divine phenomena.
This was the mark of one who had cultivated three immortal strands, comprehending the Dao and drawing close to its truths.
At this moment, Xuan Kun attained enlightenment, elevating himself to the pinnacle of his existence!
“You’re unworthy. Send another!” The Serpent Yaksha suddenly roared, dismissing Xuan Kun at his strongest.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths side erupted in fury—such disrespect toward a powerhouse!
“You lack a perfect seed. You’re not the prey I seek!” the Serpent Yaksha hissed, clearly enraged at missing its true target.
“Enough talk. Die!” Xuan Kun struck, his three immortal strands transforming into divine swords, piercing forth like heavenly rainbows.
*Clang!*
The Serpent Yaksha’s silver tail lashed out, shattering space with gray mist, colliding with the three swords in a shower of sparks.
The crowd gasped. The Serpent Yaksha was actually blocking immortal-energy swords with its flesh?
“Wait—that gray mist is special, rivaling immortal energy, making its body indestructible!” someone realized.
The battle erupted in full. Xuan Kun fought desperately, unleashing every divine ability and treasure art.
Yet soon, hearts sank—Xuan Kun was outmatched. The Serpent Yaksha remained composed, its body unbreakable, shattering techniques with tail strikes or bare hands.
Xuan Kun’s strikes barely left marks, while a single graze from the Yaksha made him cough blood.
After a hundred exchanges, the Serpent Yaksha’s wings blazed with runes, crushing space and summoning apocalyptic visions—falling stars, bleeding voids, rolling suns.
This was its ultimate technique—at its peak, a single flap could shatter the cosmos!
Xuan Kun, locked in place, had no choice but to face it head-on.
As silver light drowned the battlefield, the Serpent Yaksha’s cold voice rang out: “End this.”
A scream echoed—then silence.
The light faded. No miracle had occurred.
Xuan Kun had fallen.
The Yaksha’s wings pinned his body, its tail spearing through his chest, draining his essence.
“No!”
Many behind him howled in grief.
Xuan Kun’s dim eyes gazed toward the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, words unspoken as his life faded.
His heart was pierced, his soul shredded.
*Boom!*
His body exploded into bloody mist, utterly annihilated.
Yet none could forget his final, sorrowful gaze.
“By the ancient rules, as the victor, I remain. I fight again!” The Serpent Yaksha bared its fangs, its killing aura shaking the world.
“This one was too weak, lacking the legendary supreme seed. Next, don’t disappoint me.”
The Nine Heavens side seethed, especially Xuan Kun’s comrades, their fury boiling.
“Xuan Kun…” Many wailed in grief.
As the Immortal Tortoise Shell glowed again, Shi Hao stepped forward, roaring:
“Wait!”
He advanced. “No need for this selection. I’ll fight—one against three! If you’re still scared, I’ll take on ten of you at once! Why drag this out over ten battles?”
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