“Ridiculous. You ignorant fools, even if given the environment to ascend, how many of you could succeed? Weak and insignificant, how could you ever compare to us?” The owner of the black hand spoke coldly, never revealing himself—only a massive hand crossing the boundary.
The people understood now. As the Grand Elder had said, his true form couldn’t pass through, severely restricted. Otherwise, he would have descended long ago.
A sliver of relief spread among them—the worst had yet to come.
After a brief silence, fury and indignation burned in their hearts. That being looked down on them all, speaking with contempt as if he ruled the world.
“Not only can his true form not cross, but his cultivation may also be suppressed. Our world has shackled him with its laws—there’s no need to fear,” an elder from the Immortal Academy declared, rallying the crowd. He proclaimed that as the two realms gradually connected, changes would occur, and this world would slowly restore the conditions for ascension.
This was recorded in ancient texts, though few knew the reason.
Some speculated that the beings from the other realm had done something to this world long ago, but it would eventually be undone.
“Hmph, if you refuse to submit, I can send descendants who have yet to step into the Immortal Domain to battle you. Let’s see who is truly weak,” the black hand’s owner declared, stunning the crowd.
The Grand Elder spoke, “This further confirms my theory. As time passes, it becomes harder for you to remain in this realm. You’re barely holding on, aren’t you?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?” The black hand’s voice was icy. “I merely wish to show you that even those of the same era, those who have not attained immortality, can still utterly suppress you.”
As he spoke, the black hand withdrew into the abyss, vanishing from sight.
This sparked heated discussions, especially among the experts of the Eternal Clans, the Immortal Academy, and the Sacred Academy. They unanimously agreed that the Grand Elder’s theory was likely true.
Perhaps the time for the two realms to fully connect had not yet come—especially here, where the world itself rejected beings of the other realm, forming a supreme force to suppress them.
The supreme beings from the other side couldn’t fully cross, only sending parts of their bodies to attack.
“Quickly, investigate the legends, battles, and anomalies of the Great Scarlet Heaven! There must be something crucial here—they’re desperate to intimidate us for a reason!” the Grand Elder murmured.
He wasn’t alone in this belief. Leaders from the Immortal Academy, the Eternal Clans, and the Sacred Academy all thought the same.
Specialists were dispatched to scour ancient texts for answers.
**BOOM!**
At that moment, the black abyss erupted, spewing endless dark mist that formed a terrifying domain. Then, countless figures surged forth.
From afar, they stood in the distorted void, shrouded in black mist, like a legion of the most fearsome demon gods!
“They’ve crossed! Beings from the other shore have set foot in our world!” a young man shouted.
“Damn them! Fight to the death! Wipe them all out!” roared those with fiery temperaments, unafraid.
Opposite them, overwhelming killing intent surged like a tidal wave, shaking souls and threatening to shatter them.
The combined power of these beings was terrifying, forming a crushing force that sought to annihilate everything.
Experts from the Sacred Academy, Immortal Academy, and Eternal Clans unleashed their divine might, resisting the storm and preventing it from advancing.
These were true demon kings—each towering in the black mist like iron pagodas, exuding dread.
“You claim defiance? These are our descendants. Let them battle yours and see the gap for yourselves!” a majestic voice echoed from the abyss.
The figures stepped forward, still veiled in black mist, their true forms obscured. Only their silhouettes could be seen, oppressive and foreboding.
“Dare you fight?” one of the shadows challenged, arrogance dripping from its voice.
“Your ancestors were defeated. How dare their weak descendants provoke us now?” another sneered, utterly disdainful.
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, brows furrowed. The Eternal Clans debated—should they fight? Should they challenge them here?
Yes.
They quickly reached a consensus. They needed to gauge the strength of the other realm’s beings.
“Descendants of prisoners, your ancestors groveled before us. Do you still wish to fight? My cultivation is mediocre, yet I alone can suppress you all. Who dares challenge me?” A towering figure emerged from the black abyss—a beast, massive and powerful, though its true form remained obscured by the mist.
“If your cultivation is mediocre, then scram back and send someone stronger!” a hot-tempered elder from the Sacred Academy snapped.
“Do you seek annihilation?” the shadow growled, enraged.
The two sides communicated through divine sense, their languages incompatible.
“You’re unworthy!” the Sacred Academy elder retorted. “If you wish to fight, send someone of proper standing, lest you make excuses after losing!”
“Very well. Let others come forth for a true trial of strength,” the abyss rumbled.
More figures emerged, their auras even sharper than the last.
“If we’re to compete, let it be proper. I have cultivated for a million years. Who will face me?” A figure stepped onto the abyss’ edge, its voice piercing.
Everyone sensed this being’s terrifying presence.
“Master, allow me to fight!” A gaunt old man with gray hair stepped forward, bowing to the Sacred Academy’s Grand Elder.
Many didn’t recognize him, but gasps arose from the major clans.
“He… still lives? That man from back then, renowned for his overwhelming bloodline power—one of the Sacred Academy’s top disciples a million years ago!”
“What? That’s Xiang Feng? Rumor said he succumbed to qi deviation tens of thousands of years ago!”
The ancient clans erupted in shock.
This was a prodigy of a bygone era, once hailed as a future supreme. He had been the strongest young warrior of his time, the Sacred Academy Grand Elder’s foremost disciple.
In his prime, only one or two could rival him.
A legend of a million years past, ranked among the top three of his generation—a true king of his era!
Some opposed Xiang Feng’s participation, but he had already stepped forward.
Xiang Feng advanced. Though his stature was slight, his bloodline power surged like a crimson sea of stars, radiating divine light.
Terrifying energy rippled outward.
“As the Sacred Academy Grand Elder’s chief disciple, he is peerless—the perfect representative of our realm’s million-year-old generation!” Many nodded in approval.
Opposite, the being from the abyss stepped out of the black mist.
Not an immortal, his cultivation wouldn’t trigger this world’s backlash—at least not near the abyss, where the suppression was weaker.
“I am Xiang Feng. Come!” Xiang Feng declared, readying his strongest power.
“I care not who you are. I’m here only to kill you,” the being replied. He resembled a human but bore nine vertical eyes on his forehead.
Rage flared on this side. Was this arrogance or deliberate humiliation?
“Die!” Xiang Feng struck, his bloodline power erupting like a rainbow, piercing the heavens.
The two clashed, shaking the world!
At their level, every move carried catastrophic force.
Blades of energy sliced stars from the sky.
Yet, after a mere hundred exchanges, a grunt sounded—Xiang Feng staggered back, his arm torn clean off.
“Pathetic,” the being muttered, pressing the attack.
“AHH—!” Xiang Feng roared, regenerating his limb and fighting desperately.
Fifty moves later, his eyes glazed over, blood streaming from his orifices. His brow had been crushed—his soul extinguished.
“Xiang Feng!” The Sacred Academy Grand Elder spat blood in anguish.
The crowd was stunned. A top-three supreme of a million years ago, slain just like that?
“I didn’t even use my own techniques—only your realm’s ancient arts,” the being said, tossing Xiang Feng’s corpse aside.
Xiang Feng… dead? Unbelievable!
By prior agreement, outsiders couldn’t interfere. Otherwise, the Grand Elder would have struck. His grief was palpable.
Others reeled in shock. The mighty Xiang Feng had fallen so swiftly.
“Who are you? What rank do you hold in the other realm?” someone roared, eyes bloodshot.
“I am Di Tuo, ranked nineteenth among my peers a million years ago.” With that, he turned and walked back.
Silence.
Dread settled over them. Nineteenth place had effortlessly slain their third-ranked supreme. How horrifying was that?
Then, another voice rang from the abyss: “I have cultivated for five hundred thousand years. Who will face me?”
Almost simultaneously, a cry rose from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths:
“I have cultivated for twenty years! Who dares fight me?!”
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