After countless searches, yet no trace was found.
A sudden glance back revealed it nestled within a crevice of stone.
What an unexpected discovery! Shi Hao was both astonished and overjoyed. This was no ordinary object—how could it have been found so easily?
The altar was extraordinary, exuding a faint violet hue, its stone body thick and dignified, carrying an air of nobility. The bone key lay within a freshly split fissure.
No need for deep thought—it was clear that many had come and gone here in the past, searching in vain before departing, leaving behind only empty remnants.
Shi Hao shifted his position, reopening his Heavenly Eye to peer once more, yet still, the bone key eluded his sight. His gaze pierced through the altar, finding nothing.
“How strange!” Just as he had suspected, this bone key was no ordinary artifact. It was clearly there, yet the runes from his Heavenly Eye could not penetrate its concealment.
Without delay, he returned to his original position and reached in to retrieve it. Warm and smooth to the touch, crystalline white like jade—it was indeed a key!
What ancient door did this key unlock?
With a slight infusion of energy, wisps of chaotic mist seeped from the key, an astonishing sight, as if a long-dormant treasure awaited revival.
Yet, no matter how much divine power he poured into it, the key remained unchanged—gleaming white like ivory, carrying an aura of the Great Dao.
There were no runes filling the sky, no terrifying fluctuations—it was simply a key, albeit one forged from an extraordinary material, as hard as immortal gold.
A thought struck Shi Hao. He retrieved the Myriad Spirit Diagram and compared the two, placing them side by side. Their pristine whiteness and luster were strikingly similar.
“Are they of the same material?” His heart skipped a beat, his eyes burning with renewed fervor.
Shi Hao exerted force once more—not to activate it, but to test its resilience. Surging divine energy, vast as an ocean, could have slain dozens of Heavenly Gods in an instant.
Yet, the key remained unmoved, not a single crack marring its surface. It withstood everything.
Could this be of the same origin as the Primordial True Solution? Likely carved from the same bone—how bizarre!
Shi Hao could no longer remain calm. A tempest raged within his heart.
He swiftly stowed it away, lest the other two discover it. This object was of immense significance—if word got out, it would stir a storm, drawing even the reclusive elders of the Heavenly Deity Institution into action.
Shi Hao continued studying the altar, lifting it, occasionally striking it fiercely to induce more cracks, searching for any hidden secrets within.
The altar was incredibly heavy—could it have been forged from a star?
In the distance, angry shouts persisted as the two pursued the divine herb, their pride stung. Despite their prodigious talents, they had been repeatedly taunted by a mere plant, unable to capture it.
Of course, they occasionally glanced at Shi Hao, checking for any gains, unaware that he had already pocketed a bone key.
“Need any help?”
Finally, Shi Hao abandoned the altar, having dismantled it entirely with nothing else to find.
“Good. Let’s work together to corner this divine herb and split it evenly!” Princess Yue Yao smiled.
Though they spoke of cooperation, they knew the chances were slim. Too much time had been wasted, and the headless creature could return at any moment. Being trapped here would mean certain death.
The Fireleaf Orchid possessed true sentience, capable of burrowing through earth, melding into the soil, appearing and vanishing without a trace.
It continued to taunt them, appearing intermittently.
A cascade of moonlight descended, enveloping it—Princess Yue Yao made her move.
Shi Hao stomped the ground, secretly invoking the Willow Deity’s technique. Golden chains of order extended from his soles into the earth, seeking to bind the herb.
The Willow Deity’s arts held an overwhelming advantage against plant-based lifeforms.
Yet, even this failed. As the golden chains delved underground, they encountered a labyrinth of ancient formations, tangled and complex.
**BOOM!**
A deafening roar erupted, as if the heavens had collapsed, the shockwave spreading from afar.
Without hesitation, Shi Hao turned and fled, leaping tens of thousands of feet in a single bound, escaping the underground palace, the abyss, and surging into the distance.
Princess Yue Yao and Xuan Kun did the same, pushing their speed to the limit. Frustration gnawed at them—they had gained nothing, yet were forced into a humiliating retreat.
Mid-flight, Shi Hao activated a Void-Shattering Talisman, tearing through space!
To his shock, the talisman’s power was greatly diminished here, suppressed to its limits, though it still served its purpose.
**BOOM!**
A massive black hand plunged into the void, swatting toward him.
Gritting his teeth, Shi Hao veered sharply, simultaneously summoning the Myriad Spirit Diagram as a shield.
A surge of divine power shattered the void like a scroll cast into flames, erupting in blinding light before swiftly extinguishing.
“That was close!” Shi Hao wiped sweat from his brow as he emerged amidst shattered mountains.
That creature operated on instinct more than will—what remained of its mind without a head? Any other being would have long turned to dust.
Yet this ancient corpse, preserved in the Immortal Battlefield and buried beside divine herbs, defied all logic.
“That hand came for me—did the other two escape unscathed?” Shi Hao muttered.
Still, he had no cause for complaint. His gains were immense—that bone key, sharing the same material as the Primordial True Solution, was no ordinary treasure.
Perhaps one day, it would lead to an earth-shattering opportunity.
Beyond that, the Emperor Butterfly was likely the greatest victor. Shi Hao eagerly awaited its awakening.
Near the abyss, all trembled in fear. The headless creature was terrifying—a single strike could overturn heaven and earth, eliciting ghostly wails and divine howls, accompanied by terrifying phenomena.
Most shocking of all, a top-tier expert from the Heavenly Deity Institution had engaged it in battle, only to be suppressed.
Everyone fled, not daring to linger. No one knew how long it took for peace to return.
“What? Feng Xingtian is dead—slain in the abyss!”
Soon after, explosive news spread, shaking the ancient land and leaving geniuses from all factions dumbfounded.
A being who had cultivated three strands of immortal qi—gone, just like that. It felt unreal.
“Rumors, surely! Who told you this?”
“The soul lamp on the golden warship extinguished—do you think it’s false? A elder even overturned a table in rage. They say he has ties to the Feng Clan.”
“Heavens! Feng Xingtian is dead? A bombshell! A three-immortal-qi genius, ending like this?”
The crowd was stunned before erupting into chatter. It was all too sudden—a seed disciple, a prodigy groomed for greatness, had fallen.
“Who was the madman behind this?” Curiosity burned within them. Who could have slain Feng Xingtian?
One could imagine the Feng Clan’s fury. Their pride, nurtured since infancy with divine herbs and priceless treasures, had been cut down. How could they accept this?
Rumors ran wild. Some accused Princess Yue Yao and Xuan Kun.
The two swiftly denied it, fearing retaliation. The Feng Clan’s wrath was not to be trifled with—even an immortal lineage would hesitate to provoke them.
“Then who was it? Could it truly be that person we saw earlier?” Some muttered.
Many had witnessed a figure battling Feng Xingtian as they descended into the abyss. Was it possible? Could he have slain the Feng Clan’s young supreme? What was his origin?
“Stop guessing. It must be one of those low-key geniuses in the academy—the ones with three immortal qi who rarely show themselves!” someone speculated.
Shi Hao found Wang Xi, the peerless beauty now in a sorry state, half her body drenched in blood, her ancient chariot damaged as if struck by a devastating blow.
“Oh? What happened to you, Fairy?” Shi Hao feigned surprise, a hint of amusement hidden beneath his concern. The proud maiden had suffered a great setback.
Wang Xi remained silent. Clearly, she had been ambushed again, barely escaping after a prolonged chase.
“Feng Xingtian is dead?” she asked.
“Indeed. I saw it with my own eyes,” Shi Hao replied, stepping closer. “In fact, I nearly killed him myself, but someone else stole the glory. What a wasted chance for fame!”
He sighed dramatically, shaking his fist in mock frustration.
Wang Xi rolled her eyes. This guy’s arrogance knew no bounds.
“Fairy, with your chariot damaged, shall I carry you to safety again?” Shi Hao teased.
Thousands of miles away, a black mountain loomed, shrouded in rolling smoke and surging blood qi, its aura terrifying.
At its peak stood an eerie, sinister altar, pulsing with blood light as it activated on its own, forming a hazy passage.
From within came the clamor of battle—thunderous shouts, the neighing of horses—as if an army from another world prepared to charge forth.
A gale erupted, sweeping across the land!
At that moment, every soul in the Immortal Battlefield shuddered, an ominous chill creeping into their bones.
A demonic wind had risen—and with it, an overwhelming sense of dread.
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