Emerald mist cascaded down as a graceful figure moved forward with enchanting steps, her form exquisitely beautiful. Around her, leaves fluttered one after another, brimming with vitality.
Seeds also hovered in the void, taking root and growing into divine vines and treasure trees, clustering around her in a protective embrace.
The first young supreme to step forward was unexpectedly a woman, her long skirt trailing elegantly on the ground as she swayed with each step, radiating breathtaking beauty.
She possessed verdant hair, snow-white skin, and large, luminous eyes with deep emerald pupils, resembling an ethereal spirit emerging from the heart of the most primordial forests.
Her beauty was staggering, her aura brimming with an unfathomable vitality, as if she carried the essence of an endless life source within her.
“It’s her!” someone murmured, recognizing her identity.
“Who is this woman?” Many were unfamiliar with her, as some among the young supremes kept a low profile. Though rumors spread after they fused with perfect seeds, few had witnessed her in action.
“The one they call the Goddess of Life!” someone declared.
Since when had such a figure appeared among the young supremes? The crowd was stunned, yet she had indeed walked alongside Da Xu Tuo, Lan Xian, and others earlier.
“She emerged from seclusion recently. Initially unknown, an elder from the Immortal Academy personally praised her, claiming she might attain the position of Life Sovereign in the Divine Era, enduring through eternity.”
The crowd was dumbfounded—such high praise! What kind of seed had this female supreme fused with?
Whispers spread as more secrets surfaced.
This woman hailed from an Everlasting Clan, a lineage descended from the Immortal Ancient Era, once producing an immortal—though now, even their bones might have long decayed.
Yet, no one dared underestimate an Everlasting Clan, let alone provoke them. They wielded terrifying trump cards left behind by immortals!
A young supreme from such a lineage was naturally formidable, and with the Immortal Academy elder’s endorsement, it was impossible not to regard her with awe.
“Her name is Lü Hong.”
Now, the crowd learned of her clan—the Lü Family, a terrifying lineage. Though not human, they took human form, their true nature unknown. Their divine might and boundless power were legendary.
Lü Hong moved gracefully toward the stone mountain in the city, choosing to walk rather than fly.
In this place, recklessness was forbidden. Rumors spoke of hidden formations in the void—those who acted too boldly risked annihilation.
“Non-hostile outsiders may fly within the city, but no killing intent may be unleashed,” an old soldier guarding the ancient city declared.
“Understood!” Lü Hong wasted no time, soaring into the sky toward the stone mountain.
The crowd followed.
The metal city was vast, and the nine stone mountains were majestic.
This particular mountain was imposing, not excessively tall but exuding an awe-inspiring presence, as if it were the pinnacle of the immortal path.
A cave halfway up the mountain exhaled wisps of immortal qi, but none could approach—a powerful barrier blocked all.
Stone steps led to the summit, where an ancient cauldron stood, three feet tall, emitting white mist. Within it, reflections of sun, moon, and stars shimmered, as if containing an entire cosmos.
The journey was uneventful, and all arrived smoothly at the summit, hearts surging with excitement.
“Rise!” Lü Hong stepped forward, gripping a cauldron handle and leg, attempting to lift it.
Though delicate in appearance, her strength was immense. The void around her fingers shattered, forming terrifying fissures.
Yet, she failed. No matter how she strained, the cauldron remained unmoved.
“Again!”
She channeled her life force like an ocean, weaving bone scripts into divine techniques, attempting to lift the cauldron with her power.
She refused to believe that her supreme arts, the peerless techniques of her clan, couldn’t move a mere vessel.
Boom!
Thunder roared, lightning crackled—even the Goddess of Life had a fierce side.
But the cauldron stood firm, unmoved, its interior swirling with chaotic qi, celestial bodies glowing within.
“Divine attacks are useless. No matter how strong you are, you cannot surpass this ancient artifact. Only pure strength can lift it,” an old soldier explained.
The crowd understood—this was the weapon of the Heavenly Horned Ant, demanding raw power, not tricks.
Lü Hong tried repeatedly but admitted defeat. The cauldron wouldn’t budge.
The Primordial Mother Cauldron stood as steady as Mount Tai.
“Elder, this is unfair! This is an immortal’s weapon. Even with our talents, we are far from immortal realms. How can we lift it?” Lü Hong protested.
“The true Primordial Mother Cauldron would crush you to dust upon contact. This is merely its projection,” the old soldier replied.
The crowd was stunned—this wasn’t the real cauldron?
It felt identical, cold to the touch.
The guardians explained that the Heavenly Horned Ant’s weapon was peerless, surviving the Immortal Ancient War intact, ranking among the most terrifying immortal artifacts.
Beyond other legacies, this weapon alone held immense significance—a relic of ancient warfare.
In future battles, whoever could awaken and wield it would unleash earth-shattering might!
“This projection weighs exactly what the Heavenly Horned Ant could wield in its youth—neither too heavy nor too light,” an old soldier clarified.
The crowd marveled. Truly, one of the Ten Fiends—even in youth, its strength was unmatched!
Clearly, the young supreme Lü Hong couldn’t compare to the Heavenly Horned Ant at the same age.
“I am no match,” she admitted, disheartened.
Other young supremes frowned, realizing their own likely failure.
“Let me try!”
Zi Ri Tian Jun stepped forward, bathed in violet light, ignoring Shi Hao as he grasped the cauldron.
“Rise!”
He strained, bones creaking, violet light erupting like thunder—yet the cauldron remained still.
“Again!”
A violet seed manifested, transforming into primordial qi to lift the cauldron.
Crack!
The qi shattered, and Zi Ri Tian Jun coughed blood, sent flying.
Silence fell. The crowd was horrified—even a perfect seed’s power backfired, grievously wounding him.
“I failed,” he conceded, retreating reluctantly.
“Who else will try?” the old soldier asked.
“That’s my weapon—who can move it?” The inch-long golden ant scoffed, prideful.
Lan Xian stepped up, blue radiance surging, but despite her efforts, the cauldron didn’t budge.
Cao Yu Sheng and others tried, faces red with exertion, all failing.
“Allow me.”
Da Xu Tuo stepped forward, chanting scriptures, golden light enveloping him like an indestructible vajra body.
Dong!
The cauldron resonated, startling the crowd. Was he succeeding?
But he released it, admitting defeat.
“Such a pity! You almost moved it—why stop?” many lamented.
“I failed,” he said simply.
Qi Gu, the taciturn young Daoist from the Sacred Academy, stepped up next.
Boom!
The cauldron thundered but remained unmoved.
He sighed, retreating.
Two more young supremes tried, all failing.
Silence fell. Was this generation truly inferior to the Immortal Ancient Era? Did it spell faster doom?
Even the young supremes were speechless.
“Don’t despair. Strength isn’t everything. The Heavenly Horned Ant excelled in raw power, but others, like the True Dragon, surpassed in combat despite lesser strength. Among the Ten Fiends, it ranked supreme!” an old soldier consoled.
The crowd felt better. Even the True Dragon couldn’t match the ant’s strength—why should they feel inadequate?
“This weapon is mine alone—none can wield it!” The golden ant puffed its chest, though most had to look down to see it.
“Any more attempts?” the old soldier asked.
All eyes turned to Shi Hao. Perhaps only he stood a chance.
“Without fusing a perfect seed… yet you’re so strong. How?” an old soldier muttered, puzzled.
“I’ll try.” Shi Hao stepped forward, eager to measure himself against the Heavenly Horned Ant’s legacy.
All watched intently.
“Strange. No perfect seed, yet such power?” the lead guardian mused, scrutinizing him.
Clang!
Shi Hao gripped the cauldron and pulled.
“Rise!”
He unleashed his full physical might, his body radiating overwhelming blood qi.
The crowd staggered back—his aura alone warped space and time!
Gasps filled the air.
Boom!
The Primordial Mother Cauldron lifted off the ground!
“Impossible! Has someone… walked that path in this era?!” an old soldier trembled.
“My weapon—how can someone else lift it first?!” The tiny golden ant shrieked, utterly shocked.
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