The wind howled like the wailing of gods and ghosts.
Wang Xi tightened her robes, feeling deeply uncomfortable.
The battered war chariot looked as if it had been struck by a meteor, with a massive dent and cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.
Shi Hao supported Wang Xi, helping her into the chariot.
“Did someone throw rotten eggs at you? Even a fairy isn’t spared,” Shi Hao teased.
Wang Xi glared at him—this man had no sympathy at all. Who would dare mock her now? What kind of rotten egg could possibly wreck a war chariot like this?
*Clang!*
A metallic chime rang out as Wang Xi moved swiftly, channeling three strands of immortal energy to summon the Diamond Bracelet, which gleamed brilliantly as it clamped back onto Shi Hao’s head.
“Be decent!” Shi Hao held her arm, staring into her radiant eyes.
Wang Xi remained silent, her gaze shimmering with divine light. Still severely injured, she didn’t trust him, hence the reapplication of the Diamond Bracelet.
Truthfully, Shi Hao could have dodged. Even with her three strands of immortal energy, her injuries were severe—she couldn’t have been faster than him. But he chose not to evade.
The Diamond Bracelet posed no threat to him, and wearing it again served as perfect cover if anyone investigated who had killed Feng Xingtian.
“Did you see the one who killed Feng Xingtian?” Wang Xi asked, deeply concerned. After all, Feng Xingtian was a rare genius of the divine path.
Anyone who cultivated three strands of immortal energy was destined to soar like the Kun Peng, breaking through the heavens to stand above all.
Such individuals were nearly impossible to kill—even if outmatched by a peer, they could always escape. Yet, Feng Xingtian had fallen. How could Wang Xi not be shaken? As a female supreme with three immortal energies herself, could she withstand that mysterious killer?
“Mm, I saw him. Didn’t I say? If I hadn’t been a step too slow, I’d have killed Feng Xingtian before him,” Shi Hao nodded.
Wang Xi shot him a sidelong glance, exasperated by his constant boasting. If he ever faced a true three-strand immortal powerhouse, he’d probably flee.
“What did he look like? Any distinguishing features?” she pressed, wanting to prepare in case they crossed paths.
“Honestly, he was exceptionally handsome—far surpassing Lü Tuo and Feng Xingtian. Noble, peerless in bearing!” Shi Hao praised.
Wang Xi’s expression turned odd. Had this narcissist changed? For him to praise someone else so highly, did that mean the man truly transcended mortality?
“For you to speak so highly of him, he must surpass you in both cultivation and looks,” she smiled faintly.
“No, we’re about the same. If forced to compare, it’s hard to say who’s superior!” Shi Hao declared proudly.
Wang Xi’s large, luminous eyes fixed on him. “I never noticed before—how are you so shameless?”
“Take a closer look,” Shi Hao stepped forward without restraint. “Isn’t this divine confidence and brilliance?”
Wang Xi nearly laughed in frustration, shaking her head and refusing to engage further.
“Seriously, look closely. Don’t you see a young supreme in me? I could’ve killed Feng Xingtian—someone just stole the credit,” Shi Hao insisted.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” Wang Xi said mildly, her tone still refined despite her irritation, befitting her immortal lineage.
“We’re fellow Daoists, sharing life and death on this journey. How can we have nothing to say?” Shi Hao countered.
“Enough nonsense!” Wang Xi chided.
Shi Hao chuckled. Having just slain Feng Xingtian, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
The Feng Clan had tried to suppress him for ten years, yet he escaped the Ancient Mine of Primordial Chaos and killed their prodigy.
The winds grew fiercer, howling across the land until the very sky seemed tainted—yellow and ominous.
Then, the heavens turned blood-red, slashed by black lightning—terrifying beyond words.
*Whoosh…*
A crimson whirlwind swept up sand and stones, the gales growing ever more dreadful.
“Anomalies herald calamity!” Many hesitated but pressed on, driven by pride.
They were the elite of Heavenly Deity Academy, the strongest geniuses from across the realms. None would yield easily.
“Let’s investigate,” Wang Xi said, swallowing a golden divine pill. Golden lotuses bloomed around her, resonating with power.
“A treasure pill refined from divine herbs?” Shi Hao raised an eyebrow.
Yet even this couldn’t fully heal her Dao injuries, though she improved significantly.
From all directions, figures advanced toward the bloodied winds, converging on an ancient site.
Thousands of miles away, a black mountain loomed impossibly tall, its peak crowned by an altar.
“What ruins are these?” Gasps arose at the sight.
The mountain dwarfed dozens of peaks combined. At its summit, an ancient altar pulsed with runes, opening a hazy passage.
From within, battle cries pierced the heavens!
The blood-red winds surged from that passage, engulfing the land.
Soon, Princess Yao Yue, Lü Tuo, Xuan Kun, and other low-key powerhouses arrived.
Nearly all three-strand immortal cultivators had gathered!
By the time Shi Hao and Wang Xi arrived, the crowd included the Banished Immortal, the Ten Crown King, Yue Chan, Cao Yusheng, the Witch, and Chang Gongyan—though they couldn’t acknowledge each other.
“What’s happening?” Shock rippled through the crowd.
“Can you feel it? The aura from that passage clashes with our world—fierce, with an indescribable essence.”
“Indeed, like opposing heavenly rules colliding!”
The perceptive ones murmured, sensing the anomaly.
None here were ordinary—they were the finest talents of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
*Whoosh…*
Suddenly, the winds intensified, threatening to shred even deities.
The gales roared with the resonance of the Great Dao, deafening all.
Horror gripped them!
The blurred passage clarified, and a radiant screen erupted from it, shielding the mountaintop.
Without it, many would’ve been reduced to ashes. This wind could annihilate deities—even sect masters!
As the screen expanded, a pouch emerged from the passage, exuding chaotic energy and five-colored divine light!
Stunned silence fell.
The apocalyptic winds originated from this pouch—an inconceivable revelation.
Most crucially, the heavens themselves trembled, unleashing endless rules and chains of order to suppress the pouch.
“The world is… suppressing that pouch?!”
What kind of treasure could provoke such a reaction?
The Great Dao rumbled, the sky fracturing and mending as terrifying laws descended to crush the pouch.
“Cosmic Pouch!” Wang Xi whispered.
The words sent shivers through the crowd. Some paled instantly.
“This isn’t just any Cosmic Pouch—it’s the supreme primordial artifact!” Lü Tuo declared.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the gathering.
The original Cosmic Pouch was said to be forged from ten thousand divine beast hides, tempered in chaos—embodying all spirits, symbolizing the Great Dao itself!
An unparalleled treasure of unimaginable power!
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. In the lower realm, he’d heard of Cosmic Pouches made from dozens of divine hides—already considered relics of ancient power.
But this? The prototype required ten thousand primordial hides of monstrous beings.
Legends claimed it might be an immortal king’s artifact, boundless in might.
“Wasn’t this treasure lost beyond the frontier, seized by the enemy?” someone muttered.
In that moment, all faces turned ashen.
They understood the implications.
The otherworlders were coming.
The heavens would soon be thrown into chaos!
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