Ning Chuan raced forward, his heart anything but calm, his fury burning like wildfire. This was the first time in his life he had fled from a cultivator of the same level—a disgrace!
“Six Crown King… he lost. Just like that, he was wounded by the Wild Child and forced to flee. I can’t believe it…”
“White-robed Ning Chuan, the undefeated legend, fell today. A defeat that leaves one sighing in lament!”
Behind him, countless voices buzzed with discussion, the entire area already in an uproar.
This battle had shaken all factions. The geniuses of the three thousand provinces were stunned, and the repercussions were earth-shattering.
Who was Ning Chuan? A figure who had stood above all past and present experts, unmatched among his peers, reigning supreme for six lifetimes—who could rival him?
Today, his defeat was like the toppling of a monument, leaving many sighing in melancholy, even a sense of loss.
Was this the end of the White-robed Myth? Many who revered the Six Crown King found it hard to accept.
Yet, what they had witnessed was undeniable. The two figures, one chasing, one fleeing, had already vanished from sight.
Earlier, Ning Chuan had coughed blood, grievously wounded—undeniable proof before all eyes.
“After them!”
The sect masters moved swiftly, giving chase. The Thunder Tribulation Liquid was their hope—they could not afford to lose it.
The ancient ancestor of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and the matriarch of the Beauty Clan were easier to deal with—they had already broken their curses and were only acting for their clans’ sake.
But the opposing forces—the Silverblood Demon Tree, the Colossal Striped Tiger—were frenzied, their eyes red as they pursued relentlessly. Unfortunately, they were outnumbered, no match for the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and their allies.
“Pfft!”
Finally, one of Ning Chuan’s sect masters was slain. With Shi Hao’s side holding the numerical advantage, their combined assault was unstoppable.
“Ning Chuan, where do you think you’re going?!”
In a minor world, Shi Hao and Ning Chuan burst from the void, clashing fiercely.
Ning Chuan longed to unleash his Immortal Bone, to crush Shi Hao in a single strike—but the cost was too great, and such a ferocious attack might not even land. After deliberation, escape was his only option.
Yet Shi Hao gave him no chance, relentlessly pursuing him, murderous intent thick in the air.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao raised his hand, lightning erupting from his palm, streaking forward.
Ning Chuan shuddered violently—no matter how fast he was, he couldn’t outrun lightning. His body blackened, his fury boiling over.
“You won’t escape!” Shi Hao roared.
Ning Chuan’s rage only grew. In all his years of cultivation, the word “flee” had never applied to him—yet now, it was his reality. He could only run to recover.
**Swoosh!**
Dozens of golden willow branches shot forth, piercing the void like divine chains, impaling Ning Chuan’s back.
He staggered, crying out as bloody holes appeared in his body—yet he did not turn, still fleeing.
“Ning Chuan, don’t you find this humiliating? Dare you face me in battle?” Shi Hao taunted.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, as Shi Hao closed in, Ning Chuan spun around, launching another strike. His hand gleamed translucent, radiant light bursting forth—his skeletal structure visible beneath his flesh.
Immortal radiance erupted, terrifying in its aura, as his palm descended toward Shi Hao!
This time, Shi Hao still evaded—but he retaliated, summoning the Myriad Spirit Diagram to block the residual force.
“Hah! Blocked!” Shi Hao exclaimed, both shocked and elated.
**Whoosh!**
A phantom image remained where Shi Hao had stood as he charged forward, the Myriad Spirit Diagram in hand, tearing through the incoming brilliance.
**Boom!**
His fist struck like a meteor from the heavens!
**Pfft!**
Ning Chuan spat blood, his body convulsing as the punch landed squarely on his chest.
He was stunned—how had Shi Hao withstood the power of the Immortal Bone and counterattacked? It defied belief.
And so, he suffered yet another grievous wound.
Ning Chuan’s chest was pierced, blood gushing like a fountain, a ghastly sight. Several ribs had shattered, leaving a gaping hole in his torso.
“Six Paths Sovereign Bracelet!” Ning Chuan muttered, summoning a string of crystalline beads—his ultimate treasure.
Over six lifetimes, he had slain his most formidable foes, preserving their bones. Six supreme Sovereign True Bones, refined over years into this bracelet—unimaginably powerful.
They were not lifeless artifacts but living relics, growing alongside Ning Chuan’s flesh and blood!
The thought of six supreme techniques unleashed at once was terrifying.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened as he dodged—the very heavens were torn asunder.
He inhaled sharply. He had once obtained a lesser version of this bracelet, but the true artifact was incomparably stronger.
“You’re studying the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, using this bracelet to deduce its secrets?” Shi Hao mused, his blood roiling from the impact.
Ning Chuan remained silent, his gaze icy. After this strike, he resumed his flight.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao expanded his Sole Heavenly Passage. In an instant, his Reincarnation Art, Heaven’s Wrath, Thunder Emperor Secret Technique, and Willow Deity’s Divine Skill manifested, inscribed upon the passage like a dazzling constellation.
He pursued Ning Chuan once more. As they clashed, Shi Hao’s Sole Heavenly Passage blazed like a golden bell, its surface etched with bone runes—Kun Peng, Thunder Emperor, Reincarnation—his techniques reborn.
**Boom!**
The Six Paths Sovereign Bracelet collided with Shi Hao’s passage, thunderous echoes shaking the world.
**Pfft!**
Ning Chuan coughed blood, fleeing once more. His injuries were far worse than Shi Hao’s—if this continued, he would only grow weaker, doomed to die.
Finally, Ning Chuan unleashed the Immortal Bone again—not at Shi Hao, but at the rift in the Immortal Ancient Realm.
Chaos erupted!
The heavens trembled as the rift spewed divine light, terrifying in its intensity.
**Crack!**
The fissure widened, threatening to tear the world apart.
“Disaster! The sect masters from outside are breaking in!”
Soon, cries rang out—the Immortal Bone had accelerated the rift’s expansion.
“Damn it! Sect masters’ weapons are already flying in—they’re truly invading the Immortal Ancient!”
The news along the way was dire for Shi Hao.
**Boom!**
A deafening explosion—the rift shattered, shaking the entire Immortal Ancient!
Someone outside had attacked!
Yet the rift quickly sealed, forcibly mended by the laws. Still, Shi Hao had glimpsed figures—sect masters waiting beyond.
Ning Chuan struck again, recklessly, breaking his own bones to fuel the Immortal Bone’s power—while those outside attacked in unison.
**Boom!**
When the rift reopened, Ning Chuan seized the moment and fled.
Shi Hao cursed—this was bad!
The rift was near the original exit, its barrier weak. Ning Chuan had escaped.
Shi Hao turned and raced to gather the sect masters within the Immortal Ancient.
Time was short. He knew the realm was splitting—the sect masters would soon invade.
At last, he found the ancient ancestor of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and others. They hurried back to Soul Island, where Shi Hao wasted no time—he drank some Thunder Tribulation Liquid and began refining it.
Four unfamiliar sect masters joined them, receiving the liquid with trembling hands. They drank it immediately, sitting to break their curses.
With the five already freed, their faction now boasted nine sect masters—a formidable force.
Shi Hao felt a surge of confidence. With their help, he could escape.
Once past the exit, he would fear nothing.
**Boom!**
A cataclysmic roar—the earth upheaved, boulders hurtling through the air!
The sound was deafening. The entire Immortal Ancient Realm quaked, then erupted in chaos.
In that moment, the great laws manifested, bone runes intertwining as the void rift finally shattered—the Immortal Ancient and the outside world were now connected!
“The outsiders are coming in!”
The shout sent tremors through all.
Indeed, panic spread among the natives—their peaceful existence was shattered, now entangled with the three thousand provinces.
**Rumble!**
The world quaked, the void split—supreme experts stormed in, the sect masters’ advance unstoppable.
“Elders, lend me your strength to escape the Immortal Ancient!” Shi Hao pleaded.
“Hmm?” Suddenly, Shi Hao froze.
A beam of light swept over him—vanishing from the nine sect masters’ sight.
“Young friend!”
“Little brother!”
The nine were stunned. Who had acted?
No—
They realized the truth. Across the Immortal Ancient, countless such beams arose, whisking away the three thousand provinces’ geniuses.
“The three thousand Great Dao petals are sending the living geniuses back!”
“Return whence you came!”
Soon, they understood—the Immortal Ancient Trials had ended. The petals were recalling all who had entered through them.
“Where is the Wild Child?”
“Come out and face death!”
The outsiders wasted no time—searching for Shi Hao to execute him.
Before long, the invading sect masters and Heavenly Gods noticed anomalies—beams of light swept through the void, carrying away the three thousand provinces’ cultivators.
Some rushed deeper into the Immortal Ancient, seeking fortune and opportunities.
Others retreated instantly, racing toward the Great Dao petals—their reactions terrifyingly swift.
As Shi Hao and the others emerged from the petal-formed portal, violent fluctuations erupted around them—sect masters descended.
These beings were monstrous, traversing the world in an instant, as fast as the petals’ teleportation.
In that moment, someone sealed the heavens, trapping all within.
The outsiders knew—some among them held great fortunes.
But their primary target was the Wild Child. He bore the “Immortal Seed,” Immortal Scriptures, and even Reverse Dragon Scales—treasures not to be missed.
Moreover, many sects loathed him—they had come solely to kill him!
“Wild Child, you cannot escape. Who will save you now?” A cold voice rang out, lofty and domineering—a sect master’s pressure shaking the world.
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