Like the wind in its swiftness, like lightning streaking across the sky, Shi Hao moved with incredible speed across the reddish-brown earth, his divine senses unleashed without restraint. He was searching, hoping to find divine herbs—or better yet, the legendary immortal’s cave abode. That would be the ultimate goal of this journey.
After all, wasn’t the purpose of coming to the Immortal Battlefield to seek ancient scriptures and immortal artifacts? If there were any treasures to be found, they would surely be hidden within those sealed cave dwellings.
The red-furred beasts had retreated, and the mountains had returned to silence, save for the mournful howl of the wind, wailing like a lament.
Shi Hao left behind a trail of afterimages as he moved without holding back, displaying his full divine abilities and cultivation. He scoured the area at breakneck speed, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
*”Be careful. Those few may be injured, but they’re still formidable. Don’t provoke them.”*
Suddenly, Shi Hao overheard whispers—someone was approaching. Several powerful figures moved like phantoms across the land, searching for something, just as he was.
Clearly, the great battle between Lü Tuo, Wang Xi, Yao Yue, and Xuan Kun had spread, stirring the ambitions of others. Some terrifying figures had arrived.
Who was bold enough to explore here, knowing that Wang Xi and Lü Tuo were locked in conflict? Such individuals were few and far between.
Shi Hao followed them in secret, observing for a while. To his surprise, they wielded extraordinary tools—bone mirrors capable of probing the earth itself.
They, too, were searching for hidden treasures beneath the ground!
*”Hmm, I wonder if our master will slay the young supreme beings who have cultivated three strands of immortal energy. That would surely have far-reaching consequences.”*
Shi Hao’s expression shifted. So, a truly fearsome figure had indeed arrived, already acting alone to eliminate his rivals.
In the Immortal Battlefield, those who had refined three strands of immortal energy were natural competitors. Each sought to defeat the others, securing the academy’s full support.
At that point, even True Dragon’s blood might be used—poured into just one or two individuals!
Shi Hao searched the area but found no trace of their master. He hurried back, fearing that if that person encountered Wang Xi, she might fall into his hands.
Wang Xi was more severely injured than the other three. If she faced a being with three strands of immortal energy now, she would stand no chance.
When Shi Hao returned, the mountains were eerily silent. Wang Xi was nowhere to be found—no traces, no signs of struggle.
*”Damn it!”* He frowned. Had that person really come and taken her—or worse, killed her?
No corpse, no blood. That, at least, was a relief.
Shi Hao expanded his divine sense, meticulously scouring the area for clues.
*”Over here!”*
A voice reached him, and he turned to see Wang Xi, pale-faced, rising from behind a massive boulder.
Shi Hao rushed over, examining her closely. She hadn’t been engaged in battle.
*”Someone came earlier. Fortunately, I hid in time. That opponent was terrifying.”* Wang Xi spoke, still shaken by the encounter.
That person was overwhelmingly powerful—undoubtedly possessing three strands of immortal energy. The moment he appeared, darkness enveloped the land, as if a monarch had descended.
Wang Xi had a secret treasure from her clan that allowed her to conceal all traces of her presence. Even when the darkness covered the mountains, he couldn’t detect her.
*”The Feng Clan?”* Shi Hao asked, recalling the followers he had tracked. Their master was likely Feng Xing Tian.
*”It was him. Who would have thought that Feng Clan’s young supreme being not only mastered his ancestral legacy to perfection but also obtained an ancient Dark Heavenly Art?”*
She had heard rumors—Feng Xing Tian was a man of great fortune, blessed by the heavens with countless opportunities. He had once unearthed an ancient ruin, acquiring a dark-aligned heavenly art.
*”Here, take this off my head.”* Shi Hao pointed to the steel circlet. He didn’t believe it could truly restrain him, nor could it harm him.
But removing it himself was difficult. Unless he used the Great Luo Immortal Sword to cut it, he feared the artifact might self-destruct, damaging his soul.
*”What do you plan to do?”* Wang Xi asked.
*”I’m going to kill someone. But this circlet is too conspicuous. Even with my hair covering it, a keen observer might notice.”*
Wang Xi hesitated briefly before removing it. *”Don’t do anything reckless.”*
*”Don’t worry. If I run into Lü Tuo or Feng Xing Tian, I’ll take the chance to eliminate them for you.”*
Then he asked if she would be safe alone.
*”I have my secret treasure. I don’t need you worrying about me.”* She was blunt—having this unreliable guy around might bring more trouble.
Shi Hao left, this time unrestrained, his divine senses sharper than ever, expanding in all directions.
*”Xuan Kun!”*
He sensed his aura. Unexpectedly, he had found him so quickly.
Xuan Kun was injured, fleeing at full speed—someone was hunting him.
In the distance, a wave of darkness surged forth, closing in rapidly. The clash between them was earth-shattering, mountains crumbling in the aftermath.
This was a battle of heavenly arts—a fight to the death.
Shi Hao didn’t intervene. He watched from afar, frowning. He now understood just how difficult it was to kill someone with three strands of immortal energy. Even severely wounded, Xuan Kun could still resist.
In truth, Xuan Kun’s injuries worsened with each exchange, his body convulsing—yet he refused to fall.
Shi Hao remained hidden, observing closely.
*”Is it really Feng Xing Tian?”* He grew wary, elevating this man’s threat level in his mind.
Because he was truly formidable.
His true form remained unseen, shrouded in darkness. Only vast shadows stretched over Xuan Kun as they clashed.
The battle raged on, shifting locations. Shi Hao followed, ready to strike at any moment.
Soon, after moving a thousand miles from the initial battlefield, Shi Hao’s heart jolted—he heard familiar voices.
*”Cultivators from the Three Thousand Provinces!”* He was stunned.
Shifting his position, he spotted familiar faces—Zhen Gu, Teng Yi, and others. The former, born with coagulated blood in his hand, could forge it into an unbreakable spear. The latter, a descendant of the Fire Gold Clan, possessed extraordinary strength.
But their prowess was only notable among the initial generation. None had refined immortal energy. Now, they had been forced into this area.
The Feng Clan was coercing them to search!
*”These people are too weak. Not even a strand of immortal energy? They don’t deserve to be in the academy. Truly, the Three Thousand Provinces produce nothing but trash!”* Someone sneered.
*”The Three Thousand Provinces have become a joke. If not for a few exceptions—those rumored to have been trained by reclusive experts from the Nine Heavens—the rest are utterly worthless. Aside from them, not a single noteworthy figure exists.”*
*”Hah, don’t say that. Maybe they’ll leap into dragons once they reach the Heavenly Deity Realm!”* Another laughed mockingly.
Yet among them were indeed strong individuals—some were even official academy disciples who had pledged allegiance to the Feng Clan, one of the most fearsome immortal families.
They had come with Feng Xing Tian’s followers, scouring the area after hearing of the four young supreme beings’ injuries and the possible presence of an immortal’s cave.
And to bolster their numbers, they had forced the Three Thousand Provinces’ cultivators to assist.
*”I heard the Feng Clan’s elder personally decreed that they would suppress that ‘Desolate’ from the Three Thousand Provinces for ten years?”*
*”That’s the rumor. Apparently, one of their ancestors had a feud with one of the so-called Seven Kings of the Borderlands—an unparalleled expert from the Shi Clan.”*
Shi Hao’s mind reeled.
*This involved the Borderlands? One of the Seven Kings?*
*”The Three Thousand Provinces are truly finished now. Nothing but trash. They don’t deserve to be here—only fit to be used as tools.”*
*”Shh, keep it down. After all, they were once noble. In the lower realm, they were considered geniuses!”* Another mocked.
Then, from the shadows, Shi Hao emerged—silent, unstoppable.
*”Pfft!”*
With a flick of his hand, a golden blade of condensed lightning flashed, severing multiple figures at the waist. Blood sprayed dozens of feet into the air.
*”AH—!”* Screams erupted.
*”Who are you?!”* Someone roared.
And in the distance, Feng Xing Tian sensed the disturbance—his terrifying aura surged forth.
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