Shi Hao did not engage in a bloody battle, as his cultivation had been sealed.
Moreover, the three-headed, six-armed creature was truly formidable—far beyond his ability to contend with.
This being was entirely covered in silver scales, even its face, resembling a demonic god carved from stone. Its restrained blood aura exuded an oppressive presence.
Before long, they arrived in a void where a massive crimson ship lay anchored—a vessel used to traverse the heavens.
One could only imagine the vast distance ahead.
However, Shi Hao sensed something amiss. Upon arrival, the silver-scaled, three-headed creature simply handed him over to the ship, received a trove of rare treasures from a powerful figure, then turned and left without another word.
Instead of being personally escorted to the so-called ancient mining zone by the silver creature, Shi Hao realized—he had been *traded*!
The moment this dawned on him, golden light erupted in Shi Hao’s eyes. Had he been sold off *cheaply*?
This was a despicable and humiliating turn of events. Barely arrived in Boundless Heaven, he had already fallen into calamity—only to be bartered away like goods.
Clearly, this crimson ship was no ordinary vessel.
Stretching tens of thousands of feet in length, its colossal frame was dyed deep red, as if steeped in blood. The oppressive aura it exuded carried the stench of slaughter.
As the saying went, artifacts often reflected their master’s nature. This blood-hued ship, brimming with murderous intent, undoubtedly belonged to someone ruthless.
Soon, he learned the truth—this was a notorious pirate ship, steeped in sin and blood, prowling the cosmic void.
Fury simmered within Shi Hao. Barely stepping into the Nine Heavens, he had been sold to criminals, reduced to a prisoner.
The *Crimson Blood*, infamous across Boundless Heaven, was captained by a formidable expert—a master of slaughter who had carved his path through bloodshed, thriving unopposed for ages.
In truth, the ship’s survival was owed to its clandestine dealings with major factions, entangled in webs of mutual benefit.
For instance, it frequently transported high-level slaves to the Primordial Ancient Mine, selling them to powerful forces for mining divine materials.
The ship was densely packed with prisoners, most confined to designated slave quarters.
Unluckily, Shi Hao now counted among them. Gazing at the dull-eyed, broken-spirited beings around him, he found a sliver of solace—at least he still brimmed with vitality, unbroken by torment.
Yet an elder soon shattered his fleeting relief. “Young man, savor what ease you can now. Once you enter that ancient mine, death lurks at every turn.”
The *Crimson Blood* set sail, its destination—the outer realms.
The Primordial Ancient Mine no longer rested on Boundless Heaven’s soil. Long ago, it had been relocated beyond the heavens, adrift among the stars.
Beyond the vast distance, treacherous formations littered the path, forcing the ship to proceed with caution.
The outer void was a desolate expanse—dark, frigid, and eerily silent even where starlight flickered.
This region was terrifying. Countless skeletal remains floated in the cosmic abyss, a grim testament to past horrors.
Giant meteors occasionally streaked past, but the true dangers lay in the shattered remnants of ancient weapons and banners—relics of bygone wars, still thrumming with fragmented runes and formations.
Navigating this zone demanded utmost care. A single misstep could spell eternal damnation.
History bore witness—ships that charged recklessly through here had either exploded or vanished into the cosmic depths, never to return.
Days passed, and Shi Hao marveled as the *Crimson Blood* slowed to a crawl, meticulously avoiding the derelict artifacts.
*Whoosh!*
A tattered banner rippled nearby, its emitted waves reducing a passing meteor to dust.
Though this place resembled a ruin, every broken fragment here was a potential weapon of mass destruction.
Yet none aboard the *Crimson Blood* dared covet them. Bloody lessons had been learned—those who tried harvesting these relics had triggered dormant formations, meeting gruesome ends.
Though adrift for eons, these artifacts still held lethal power, especially when disturbed.
“Legend claims this was once a grand slaughter formation laid by a peerless expert—a matrix said to slay gods and immortals, impervious to all. Its destruction left only these shattered remnants.”
As these words were spoken, another ship appeared in the distance. Spotting a glowing orb, its crew succumbed to greed and reached for it.
*BOOM!*
The *Crimson Blood*’s crew watched in horror as the distant vessel exploded into nothingness, its crew obliterated.
“This is a cursed land. Coveting its relics invites catastrophe,” someone murmured grimly.
At last, their destination neared—a massive, barren star, devoid of life, its surface scorched and desolate.
The Primordial Ancient Mine lay upon this star.
Once rooted in Boundless Heaven’s earth, the mine had drawn countless cultivators to their doom. Eventually, the great sects united, extracting the entire territory—spanning a hundred thousand miles—and forging it into a star cast into the void.
None dared disturb the mine itself. Its mysteries remained untouched, its depths inscrutable.
As the *Crimson Blood* descended, the void trembled violently. The star itself seemed to shudder.
“Disaster!”
Panic erupted aboard. Even the ship’s master—a figure shrouded in divine mist—emerged, steering the vessel into a desperate retreat.
A terrifying anomaly gripped the star.
All aboard stood frozen, witnessing an unforgettable sight—the ancient mine exhaling radiant mist, its pulses resonating across the cosmos.
It *breathed*.
Inhaling, it devoured celestial bodies like a black hole. Exhaling, it expelled dazzling streams of sacred light.
“That’s… the Primordial Ancient Mine?” Voices quivered. Such a spectacle defied belief.
“The mine is awakening, drawing in the essence of heaven and earth. We’ve stumbled upon its feeding cycle,” the captain explained.
The mine cycled between states—one moment radiant, the next a lightless abyss.
“Gods above! Stars are falling into it!”
When the mine turned dark, it became a cosmic vortex, swallowing entire celestial bodies. Against the star’s bulk, the mine seemed small—yet its hunger was boundless.
Only the *Crimson Blood*’s master remained composed. “This is the mine replenishing its energy. It feasts upon stars.”
“Such… absurdity!” Fear and awe mingled among the crew.
Shi Hao activated his heavenly vision, witnessing the mine’s rhythm—inhaling stars, exhaling sacred light.
By sheer power, the captain navigated them to safety.
“After each awakening, the mine lies dormant for long periods. You may yet mine some Life Stones,” he told the prisoners.
Eventually, the mine stilled.
“Now, we approach.”
The ship descended, landing upon the star’s surface. Other vessels soon joined—those that had fled earlier now returning.
Many factions maintained forces here, all scouring the mine’s periphery for treasures.
“Before the mine awoke, shadowy figures moved within it—each wreathed in chaos, terrifyingly powerful!”
“How could there be people inside?” Newcomers gaped in confusion.
“Those are corpses, nourished by the mine’s vitality, now sentient.”
“Nonsense! That mine entombs multiple Immortal Kings. Some say it holds Everlasting Earth—preserving the dead for resurrection!”
Debate raged, fascination warring with dread.
“Immortal Kings?” The captain scoffed. “This mine predates even the Immortal Ancient Era. It was buried then, only to be unearthed in this epoch.”
His words stirred unease, especially among those privy to darker truths. Some speculated the mine’s corpses might be older than Immortal Ancient itself.
“Immortal Qi!”
A cry rang out. From the mine’s entrance wafted sacred mist—pure, serene, and brimming with power.
All eyes burned with greed. To cultivate within such a place… the possibilities were unimaginable!
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