Bang!
A piercing sound erupted as He Wushuang intervened, one palm striking toward Shi Hao while his other hand snatched at the golden parchment. Divine radiance surged violently between them.
At this point, it was a fight to the death. For the sake of the *Indestructible Scripture*, for the legendary scripture of myth, both unleashed their full power, battling to the brink of madness.
Whoosh! A tempest rose, splitting the heavens. It was He Wushuang’s golden hair, billowing wildly like divine chains, coiling toward Shi Hao with terrifying force.
“Crack!”
Shi Hao opened his mouth and spat out a streak of lightning, crackling with an ear-splitting roar, as if ten thousand volcanoes had erupted at once, molten lava surging into the sky.
He Wushuang’s golden strands, bathed in lightning and flames, still coiled around Shi Hao’s arm.
“Shi!”
But at the same time, countless golden willow branches manifested behind Shi Hao, lunging forward and binding He Wushuang’s waist.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed. Whether it was Shi Hao’s arm or He Wushuang’s waist, both bore ghastly wounds, as if cleaved by blades, dripping crimson.
Simultaneously, they withdrew their hands, no longer fighting for the golden beast-skin parchment. Instead, they focused entirely on killing each other—because as long as the other lived, neither could claim the *Indestructible Scripture*.
Now, words were meaningless. Only death would bring resolution.
Shi Hao’s eyes flickered with divine radiance like lightning. At this moment, he was terrifying. The life-and-death battle had granted him enlightenment, allowing him to wield his techniques with unprecedented fluidity.
Golden feathers filled the sky as Shi Hao’s surroundings became a storm of Kun Peng plumes. Golden whirlpools emerged across his body, voraciously devouring the essence of heaven and earth.
**Golden Vortex Ripple Art!**
This was not the ultimate secret of the Kun Peng’s techniques, yet now, under his control, it exuded an unfathomable aura!
**Primordial True Solution—Turning Decay into Wonder!**
At the same time, above Shi Hao’s head, three Dao Flowers bloomed before vanishing, transforming into three radiant spheres that emitted chanting scriptures.
Within one of the spheres, a figure sat cross-legged!
Past, present, future—three whirlpools corresponded to each. The vortex representing the “past” rumbled with scriptures, as if purifying the entire world.
He Wushuang sneered, utterly unafraid. “Let me show you what it means to shatter all techniques with sheer force. No trick of yours will work!”
“Shi!”
A battle-axe split from his brow, its blade gleaming coldly. The haft was long, like a spear’s shaft, measuring a full zhang. The edge was sharp enough to cleave heaven and earth.
The great axe descended, aiming for Shi Hao.
“Hum!”
Countless golden vortices around Shi Hao devoured the axe’s divine power, while the three radiant spheres, like divine lanterns, emitted a strange force that immobilized the space, halting the axe’s descent.
Boom!
The battle erupted anew. No longer were they exchanging single, decisive blows—both had sensed the other’s lethality, knowing a single misstep meant death.
Better to fight normally!
Boom!
The heavens shattered!
Treasure techniques erupted like fireworks, dazzling and deadly. He Wushuang’s heart clenched—Shi Hao’s three radiant spheres, born from the Dao Flowers, were too peculiar.
It was as if figures from the past, present, and future were chanting in unison, offering sacrifices to empower him, rendering him impervious to all techniques.
The so-called “shattering all techniques with sheer force” could not be realized!
Pop!
A crisp sound echoed as the three radiant spheres shattered into mist, coiling around Shi Hao’s body like a celestial veil, making him resemble an exiled immortal wreathed in immortal qi—more powerful and terrifying than ever.
He sighed inwardly. He should have manifested three figures—yet only one sat in the past, its might not fully realized.
“Die!”
He Wushuang leaped, splitting the heavens with his axe, its edge unstoppable!
Clang!
Shi Hao raised his hand, deflecting the axe with a crisp ring. The impact collapsed the sky, stretching endlessly, tearing the battlefield apart.
“I’ll pay any price to kill you!” He Wushuang hissed.
After eight hundred exchanges, neither had gained the upper hand. He Wushuang’s aura shifted—his form blurred, dissolving into faint mist as he lunged at Shi Hao.
“Boom!”
With a deafening roar, the battlefield seemed to freeze.
Shi Hao was stunned. Space solidified; time seemed to stand still. Everything halted.
At the same time, a figure emerged from the mist—He Wushuang, unaffected, charging at blinding speed to deliver the killing blow.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao struggled but found himself ensnared by a terrifying technique. His opponent had frozen time itself, exploiting this anomaly to strike.
“Impervious to all techniques!” Shi Hao muttered, attempting to expand his sole divine aperture.
For the first time, he failed. The aperture refused to expand fully—an unprecedented setback.
This enemy was incomparably strong, pushing him to his limits.
Shi!
At the final moment, Shi Hao’s body transformed, becoming a blade—sharp, lethal, radiating overwhelming killing intent.
Clang!
His flesh morphed into a celestial saber, pale gold and wreathed in murderous aura, its edge capable of severing the cosmos.
This was an epiphany born of desperation.
His body was indestructible, and though his sole aperture couldn’t fully expand, it could cling to his skin. He channeled the **Primordial True Solution**, etching runes onto the aperture, reinforcing his flesh to near-invincibility.
Most crucially, Shi Hao had longed to master the **Pacification Art**, transforming his spirit into a sword embryo. Lacking the method, he improvised—forging his unbreakable body into a blade embryo, inscribing it with countless divine runes!
Thus, this transformation was born—not merely a physical blade, but a convergence of all his treasure techniques, condensed into a single, peerless edge.
This was another life-or-death struggle.
“Die!” He Wushuang, having frozen time, struck with his axe, splitting the void.
Clang!
Shi Hao’s blade-form shattered the temporal prison, meeting the axe in a shower of sparks.
Shi!
The blade flashed, intertwining runes of Samsara, Kun Peng, and Thunder Emperor, erupting in a cataclysmic clash.
He Wushuang retreated hastily, barely avoiding disembowelment, his abdomen slashed open.
Yet Shi Hao shuddered—his blade corroded by the mist, decaying as if cursed. Forced to revert, he revealed his true form.
“Why does this mist from the foreign realm carry such lethal power?” Shi Hao wondered, baffled by its innate advantage.
Still, he steadied himself.
“No more delays. Die!” He Wushuang formed hand seals, chanting, “**Supreme Dominion!**”
He summoned an indescribable rule, merging with it to suppress the local Dao. The pressure was suffocating.
“Trouble! That’s the imprint of their realm’s Great Dao—he can summon it?!” the little ant cried out.
Cosmic rifts tore around He Wushuang as strands of foreign laws crossed into this world.
In the ancient Immortal Era, many experts had fallen to this—even with perfect seeds, they faltered when the world’s laws shifted.
But Shi Hao remained unaffected. His body housed countless “gates,” and his path required no external Dao—he was the seed.
“Boom!”
Without hesitation, Shi Hao threw a devastating punch at He Wushuang’s brow.
“Futile! Your universe is broken, its laws incomplete. Even if your perfect seed connects to the Dao, it will still be suppressed!”
He Wushuang, calm and assured, countered with his own punch, confident in his superiority.
Yet soon, dread gripped him—Shi Hao’s strike remained unstoppable.
“Boom!”
He blocked desperately, but it was too late. Shi Hao’s fist reached his brow, cracking it open. Blood flowed.
“Ah—!” He Wushuang, wild and fearless, abandoned defense. His fingers became a sword, stabbing at Shi Hao’s brow.
Both aimed to annihilate the other’s soul!
Shi Hao refused to retreat, betting He Wushuang would falter first.
He Wushuang, ruthless and decisive, attacked without guard, gambling Shi Hao would yield to avoid mutual destruction.
The next moment horrified the Blood Phoenix Lion and stunned the Heavenly Horned Ant.
“Pfft!”
Blood and brain matter sprayed as Shi Hao’s fist shattered He Wushuang’s skull.
Simultaneously, He Wushuang’s finger-blade pierced Shi Hao’s brow, shredding his soul!
“What?! They’re both truly dead?!” the Heavenly Horned Ant screamed.
“Heavens, how could this happen?!” the Blood Phoenix Lion howled.
Was this the end?
Two supreme kings, perishing together—no victor, only death.
Endless darkness. Eternal silence.
Time flowed. Grass grew and withered. The battlefield’s blood dried long ago; the once-sacred mountains dulled. The corpses of legends vanished, leaving only sand.
Ages passed—an entire epoch.
No traces of the ancient war remained, not even lingering spirits.
In the distance, ancient trees rooted over bones.
Nearby, a colossal mountain stood—once holy, once cradling golden pages of the *Indestructible Scripture*. Now, they were gone, the mountain ordinary.
A thumb-sized ant scuttled through the dirt, dislodging a skull—its brow pierced by a sword’s mark.
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