Chapter 1176: Ascension to Celestial Deity

The Fourth Elder’s enlightenment lifted a great burden from Shi Hao’s mind, revealing many truths. Now, with two fragments of immortal elixir still in his possession, he naturally wouldn’t let them go to waste.

At this moment, everyone, including the foreign visitor Mo Dao, was in seclusion like him, refining their bodies with the elixirs they had obtained.

After exhaling deeply, Shi Hao settled into meditation, emptying his mind and body. Then, he prepared the bone cauldron and divine spring once more, dissolving the second snow-white elixir fragment.

Misty spiritual essence billowed forth, its fragrance so intoxicating that one could hardly resist gulping it down.

Stripped bare, Shi Hao stepped into the massive cauldron again, tempering his physique and forging his bones, undergoing further profound transformations.

Following the advice of the Fourth Elder and others, he refrained from consuming the elixir directly. After all, countless years had passed, and any lingering toxicity would be difficult to handle.

Instead, he immersed himself in the medicinal liquid, absorbing the beneficial immortal substances through esoteric techniques, ensuring no potential toxins entered his body entirely.

As the liquid in the cauldron boiled, Shi Hao’s skin gleamed, his earlier wounds long healed. Enduring the elixir’s impact, his body grew increasingly radiant.

From a distance, he resembled a figure forged from white gold, chiseled like a blade, exuding a dazzling brilliance that hinted at explosive power.

With closed eyes, Shi Hao greedily inhaled the fragrant medicinal mist, which swirled around him without dispersing, eventually merging entirely into his body.

Meanwhile, faint wisps of grayish-white mist seeped from his flesh, exchanging with the essence in the elixir.

“How strange,” he mused. “My cultivation of the contemporary path has rendered my body nearly flawless, free of impurities. Yet, when I invoke the ancient million runes of the Immortal Ancient Era, some residue is expelled.”

Could it be that the Immortal Ancient techniques truly surpassed those of the present era?

Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. The Fourth Elder had already provided ample insight—this was likely due to the exceptional synergy between the ancient elixir and the Immortal Ancient techniques during his first exposure.

Pondering deeply, Shi Hao realized that while he hadn’t fully mastered the Immortal Ancient methods, merely grasping their essence from the inscribed runes had revealed a fundamental truth: different cultivation systems unlocked the body’s treasures in distinct ways, each with its own emphasis.

Thus, while contemporary cultivation might render the body seemingly flawless, from the perspective of the Immortal Ancient, certain latent treasures remained untapped.

The same logic applied in reverse. Even if one perfected the ancient techniques of the previous era, modern scrutiny might still reveal unexplored potential.

This was why switching cultivation methods could expel new impurities—relative to the new path, the body still had room to evolve.

After absorbing most of the second snow-white elixir fragment, Shi Hao’s body grew lighter, his spiritual senses sharper—a clear sign of advancement.

Yet, this didn’t manifest as increased divine power but rather as an ethereal grace, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal realm.

Soon, the second fragment’s essence was fully absorbed.

Without pause, Shi Hao placed the final snow-white fragment into the cauldron, resuming his refinement.

This time, the changes were subtler, barely noticeable, and eventually ceased altogether, as if the elixir had lost its potency.

“These elixirs have little left to offer me. I must have reached the limit of their benefits in this domain,” Shi Hao concluded.

It was a pity. The fragments had lain buried in ash for too long, their essence severely depleted. Otherwise, their potency would have been many times greater.

Shaking his head, Shi Hao acknowledged that these were supreme elixirs crafted by immortal-tier experts. If undamaged, their overwhelming power would have likely shattered his body, given his current Saint Sacrifice realm.

Determined not to waste a drop, he channeled the principles embedded in the Immortal Ancient runes, breathing and cultivating to extract the last vestiges of the elixir’s power.

“Hmm?!” Startled, he noticed no further changes in his body or spirit. Instead, his three strands of immortal qi were being nourished—one of them even showed signs of condensing into a flower.

Shi Hao had already formed two Dao Flowers; only the third remained.

“Continue the seclusion!” His resolve was unshakable.

He still possessed other elixirs, such as a companion medicine to the immortal elixir—dark gold in hue, adorned with star-like patterns—which might rival the snow-white fragments.

Indeed, this proved to be a staggering trial. The dark-gold liquid surged in the cauldron, submerging Shi Hao.

His third strand of immortal qi swirled and condensed, morphing between dragon and divine bird above his head, shrouded in profound mystery.

Finally, the qi thickened, on the verge of blooming into a flower!

Under the nourishment of the Immortal Ancient’s treasures and the guidance of its runes, his immortal qi had transformed.

“To cultivate immortal qi, the Immortal Ancient techniques are truly the most suitable path!”

Shi Hao sighed, his thoughts turning to the corresponding ancient scriptures. Only by deciphering the million runes could he delve deeper into their mysteries and evolve further.

Eventually, Shi Hao exhausted all the ancient elixirs he had acquired. Above his head, the cries of dragons and phoenixes resounded, painting a breathtaking spectacle.

“Whose seclusion site is that? Such tremendous disturbances!”

“Heavens! A river of stars has manifested there!”

From afar, many were startled by the commotion at Shi Hao’s retreat. A myriad of phenomena unfolded—star-studded skies, golden lotuses carpeting the earth, dragons soaring, phoenixes taking flight…

Any one of these signs heralded the rise of a supreme expert, ascending to the Heavenly Deity realm. Yet here, they crowded together, dazzling all who beheld them.

“Too many divine phenomena! This person is absurdly powerful!”

“Who is he? How can he be so astonishing?!”

“It’s Huang! That’s his seclusion site!”

Gasps of realization spread, and faces paled as the crowd recognized the prodigious youth, now more formidable than ever.

Wang Xi emerged from seclusion, her hair flowing, her luminous eyes flickering with complex emotions. On her forehead, a tiny black sword appeared—the invincible sword embryo of the Pacification Art!

She yearned to challenge him, to settle their recent duel—her first defeat—but held back. Until her spirit fully transformed into a flawless sword embryo, she knew she couldn’t prevail.

With unwavering confidence, she believed that once her sword embryo was perfected, none could stand against her—not even Huang. For the Pacification Art was among the three greatest sword techniques of all time, its lethality unmatched.

Lü Tuo also emerged, gazing into the distance, his figure shrouded in a hazy aura, his expression inscrutable.

The Ten Crown King watched from a mountain peak, nodding to himself, acknowledging a worthy rival.

“That freak grows stronger by the day!” Princess Yueyao murmured, bathed in moonlight, her pearly teeth biting her crimson lip. She pondered whether she could entice Huang to join her imperial family as a formidable ally.

Then—stars fell, dragons vanished, phoenixes underwent nirvana… All phenomena dissipated!

Amidst the mountains, Shi Hao stood enveloped in chaos, his head crowned by a breathtaking transformation: his third strand of immortal qi coalesced into a bud, now blooming in full splendor.

In that instant, auspicious light bathed the world, immortal radiance surging across heaven and earth.

The blossoming of this flower illuminated the very cosmos.

After an arduous wait, Shi Hao’s third immortal qi had taken form—a Dao Flower now in full bloom.

Boom!

A milky-white aura suddenly engulfed him, head to toe, filling him with an ethereal lightness, as if he might ascend to immortality.

Success! Shi Hao had achieved the trifecta of Dao Flowers, reaching perfection.

This feat, typically reserved for the Heavenly Deity realm, had been accomplished while he remained in the Saint Sacrifice stage.

Now, his body blazed with light, every pore radiating auspicious splendor as he ascended instantaneously to the Heavenly Deity realm!

Shi Hao had become a true Heavenly Deity, surpassing all his peers.

And he was barely twenty years old—unthinkably young!

“Judging by his bone age, he’s astonishingly youthful. To reach the Heavenly Deity realm at this stage is nearly unprecedented!”

“Has the youngest Heavenly Deity in history been born?!”

“Huang is truly extraordinary—the youngest and mightiest Heavenly Deity!”

Even the elders of the Heavenly Deity Academy and Shi Hao’s rivals couldn’t help but marvel.