Kirin Ridge, an ancient land renowned in the Upper Realm, steeped in countless legends.
It is said that Kirins once roamed here, and traces of the Ten Calamities were left behind!
After the passage of an epoch, many things have faded into oblivion, yet some events and beings still occasionally reappear, stirring great turmoil.
Logically, a true Kirin of the Ten Calamities should no longer manifest in the mortal world, having been buried in the depths of antiquity.
Yet, in later ages, some claimed to have witnessed a Kirin shedding its scales, its body snow-white, flashing through these very mountains.
A radiant five-colored war chariot tore through the void, arriving at this mountain range.
“Is this Ning Chuan’s secluded cultivation ground?” Shi Hao asked.
“Indeed. It is said that the Six Crown King is currently training here,” replied the Lunar Grace Goddess, nodding as she explained the details.
A group of people disembarked from the chariot. Though it appeared small, spatial laws allowed it to accommodate tens of thousands without issue.
The Long-Armed Divine Ape seethed with resentment—this was its master’s chariot, yet not only had it been captured, it had also been reduced to a mere driver, ferrying so many spectators here.
The decisive battle between Lin Tian and Ning Chuan was to take place here!
“We’ve arrived too early,” said Huo Ling’er, now at the Heavenly Deity Realm, her divine senses keen. She detected no signs of intense battle within Kirin Ridge.
“This is also Ning Chuan’s birthplace,” someone remarked.
“What did you say?” Shi Hao was startled.
Kirin Ridge, a white Kirin, and Ning Chuan’s past use of a treasure technique—reminiscent of a white Kirin leaping forth, sweeping through countless heroes—Shi Hao’s mind raced with connections.
“Ah, to be precise, it was within the same province, not too far apart,” the Lunar Grace Goddess added.
Shi Hao inquired further. Ning Chuan’s clan was powerful, much like the rumors he had heard before.
At Ning Chuan’s birth, celestial phenomena shook the heavens, startling many ancient sects. He bore a celestial diagram on his back and dragon patterns on his head—though now, it seemed they were Kirin patterns.
That night, divine radiance illuminated the cosmos, turning night into day!
Across many great provinces, people witnessed the spectacle, leaving them awestruck.
Because of this, Ning Chuan was highly regarded by numerous ancient sects, with great expectations placed upon him from an early age.
Later, sects such as the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, the Fire Cloud Cave, and the Floating Truth Valley sought him out, eager to take him as a disciple.
Thus, Ning Chuan mastered the secret techniques of many great sects!
Shi Hao pondered silently, but the calm was soon shattered as everyone realized the battle had yet to begin—they had arrived too soon.
“They’re here!”
Moments later, someone exclaimed.
On the horizon, a violet-gold warship tore through the void, its fierce aura dispersing the clouds as it rapidly approached.
On the deck stood five youths—three men and two women—each composed and dignified, peerless among mortals, exuding extraordinary presence.
One had radiant violet-gold hair, another a golden vertical eye on his forehead, while others bore dragon horns or possessed flawless, peerless beauty.
These three men and two women were all extraordinary, true dragons and phoenixes among men!
“That’s Lin Tian!” someone whispered in awe, recognizing one of them instantly. Lin Tian had recently swept through hundreds of provinces, invincible, and many had seen him before.
Many turned their gazes toward the five figures.
To their surprise, only Lin Tian moved. The other four remained composed, standing aboard the ship, gazing down at Kirin Ridge with no intention of intervening.
Lin Tian’s hair flowed wildly, his eyes blazing with divine light as he locked onto the opposite side, his fury igniting. Wasn’t that his five-colored war chariot? Yet someone had the audacity to drive it here—how preposterous!
Who was he? Even in the outer realms, his name was renowned. Arriving in the Three Thousand Provinces, he had crushed all opposition—who dared stand in his way?
Yet now, someone had stolen his chariot and brazenly brought it here, as if to spectate his battle?
“Whoever touched my chariot, sever an arm and come forth to beg forgiveness,” Lin Tian roared, his temper flaring.
Around the five-colored chariot, the crowd tensed, nearly retreating in shock. Lin Tian’s head was wreathed in blooming Dao flowers, shrouded in immortal mist—an utterly terrifying sight.
“Master!” the Long-Armed Divine Ape cried out in excitement, though it could not escape, for Shi Hao stood right beside it.
Lin Tian’s expression darkened instantly. To steal his chariot, use his war beast—someone truly dared provoke him like this? Unforgivable.
“You—return my chariot and beg for mercy. If I’m feeling generous, I might spare your life!” Lin Tian pointed, sensing Shi Hao’s unusual aura but still pressing his dominance.
The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was stunned, even Lin Tian’s companions, who had never seen him so enraged.
“Are you dreaming?” Shi Hao replied nonchalantly, unperturbed.
Whoosh!
Lin Tian leaped forth, wielding a black spear, transforming into a dark lightning bolt as he swung his weapon toward Shi Hao.
The crowd gasped—the battle between these two had erupted so suddenly!
Clang!
Shi Hao formed a fist seal, meeting the spear’s shaft. Sparks flew, the metallic screech piercing the air as the two locked eyes, both revealing surprise.
“A cultivator with immortal qi!” Lin Tian’s pupils contracted, his expression shifting for the first time—unease mixed with anticipation. This was no ordinary opponent.
“Likewise,” Shi Hao responded, his eyes gleaming as he studied this visitor from beyond, recognizing his extraordinary nature.
“I don’t care who you are or how strong you are. Touch my chariot, and you pay the price!” Lin Tian’s gaze turned murderous, visions of bloodshed reflected in his eyes.
A man of ruthless combat, he wasted no time, immediately resorting to lethal force to crush Shi Hao.
Clang!
His black spear clashed with Shi Hao’s fist once more, the impact threatening to shatter bones.
“How tyrannical. Your war beast came to humiliate the cultivators of the Three Thousand Provinces, and now you blame me for capturing it?” Shi Hao mocked.
Sword-light erupted between them as the spear shattered the void—only Shi Hao could withstand it.
Boom!
Another exchange sent them reeling, the battlefield collapsing as strands of chaotic qi emerged from the shattered space.
The clash had been too intense.
“You can actually block my attacks?” Lin Tian was inwardly shaken.
Boom!
Another strike sent Lin Tian’s blood churning, his shock growing. This opponent was too powerful—not even at the Heavenly Deity Realm, yet able to fight him evenly.
Yet Shi Hao frowned, dissatisfied. At the Sacred Sacrifice Realm, he should match a Heavenly Deity—why hadn’t he crushed Lin Tian instantly?
In truth, Lin Tian was even more astounded.
“Both with immortal qi, yet I’ve condensed a Dao flower bud atop my head. How can I not overpower him?” Lin Tian felt a chill.
Without immortal qi, Sacred Sacrifice cultivators could rival Heavenly Deities. But now, with both possessing immortal qi, the dynamics had shifted.
“Ah, I see—immortal qi behaves differently between Heavenly Deity and Sacred Sacrifice Realms. The higher realm suppresses the lower!” Shi Hao realized.
Once a Dao flower bloomed above one’s head, those beneath stood no chance.
Clang!
Shi Hao unleashed his true fury, channeling boundless divine power.
Lin Tian’s palms bled—this foe was too formidable.
Sacred Sacrifice allowed one to rival Heavenly Deities, but with immortal qi, Heavenly Deities’ Dao flowers amplified their combat power.
“He must have three strands of immortal qi—only then could he oppose me at Sacred Sacrifice!” Lin Tian’s heart pounded.
Hiding his injured, bloodied hand, Lin Tian tightened his grip.
Dong!
A bell tolled from Kirin Ridge, followed by a towering mountain exploding as a figure clad in pristine white emerged—ethereal and transcendent.
“Visitors from beyond, where are you?” Ning Chuan appeared, his aura overwhelming as he scanned the battlefield.
“Lin Tian, fulfill your duel with Ning Chuan first,” a voice called from the violet-gold warship.
“Fine. You who dared touch my chariot—wait here. After I deal with Ning Chuan, I’ll settle with you!” Lin Tian snarled before charging into Kirin Ridge.
“Die!”
A master of combat, Lin Tian thrust his black spear with a howl like demons and gods, its force rivaling an army.
Whoosh!
A celestial diagram materialized as Ning Chuan sought to end the battle swiftly, unwilling to be watched like prey.
The clash erupted—a duel of titans!
Their battle blotted out the sun and moon, casting gloom over the land as onlookers trembled.
“My techniques are not for just anyone to witness. Let us enter the void battlefield and settle this!” Lin Tian declared, his spear shattering the vacuum.
Opposite him, Ning Chuan’s celestial diagram manifested in the void, terrifying in its grandeur—countless stars rotated within, each representing a supreme technique.
Boom!
To everyone’s shock, Lin Tian’s spear pierced through, shattering the stars one by one in a spectacle of devastation.
In a flash, both vanished, leaving Kirin Ridge eerily silent.
Much later, the void ruptured as they reappeared—Lin Tian was drenched in blood, heavily wounded.
Ning Chuan bore stains as well, though it was unclear if they were his own.
“Lin Tian… you lost?” Those aboard the warship paled—their champion had fallen!
Whoosh!
Lin Tian’s face darkened as he shot forward, thrusting his spear at Shi Hao in passing—a cheap shot.
Boom!
Shi Hao unleashed his arts—Willow Deity’s techniques and Thunder Emperor’s seals flared to life.
Lin Tian had sought to eliminate Shi Hao in passing, only to find himself trapped. This youth feared him not at all.
Pitifully, his relentless pursuit of reclaiming his chariot only worsened his injuries.
Clang!
Shi Hao’s palm, sharp as a blade, sheared off part of the black spear, sending Lin Tian coughing blood, his face ashen.
Thud!
Then, Shi Hao seized his arm—alive and captured!
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