The outside world has broken in!
A shocking upheaval!
An unprecedented change has begun, sending chills down the spines of all the natives, unsure whether it heralds fortune or calamity.
As for the geniuses of the three thousand provinces, they were all in an uproar. They knew their sects were about to enter, to march into the Immortal Ancient Remnants. But alas… they were a step too late.
Had they arrived just a little earlier, Shi Hao wouldn’t have made it through the light gate!
“What a pity!” someone lamented, pounding their chest in frustration. It was agonizing—just a hair’s breadth away from altering fate, now a lifelong regret.
Many howled in anguish, their faces twisted with rage, some even cursing wildly, wishing they could lead their sects to slaughter their way through Immortal Ancient.
Others felt a cold dread, sensing impending doom.
Take the ancient freaks, for instance, or the Ten Crown King and the Banished Immortal. For them, the arrival of the outside world’s sect masters spelled extreme danger.
Because they wielded heaven-defying treasures—some would surely covet them!
Amidst the chaos, if Immortal Ancient were to fall to disaster, their situation would be dire when those sect masters swept through.
Even lone figures like Gu Jianyun, backed by powerful sects, paled at the thought. If Immortal Ancient descended into chaos, ancient kings like them, unable to reunite with their sects in time, might easily fall prey to ambushes.
The impact was too great!
In an instant, reactions varied wildly.
“It’s not that I was outmatched, but the upheaval came too swiftly!” the Ten Crown King muttered, clenching his fists as three strands of immortal energy coiled around him like true dragons.
With a mighty shake, the void collapsed, sending shivers through the crowd!
Especially those geniuses standing too close—they coughed up blood and were sent flying, utterly unable to withstand the shockwaves.
Such was the Ten Crown King. A mere surge of his aura in anger was enough to overwhelm others.
“Hmm?” The Banished Immortal, initially disheartened and unwilling, suddenly perked up—the light gate was still there, not yet vanished.
Clad in azure robes, ethereal as a celestial phoenix, he drifted forward, enveloped in immortal energy and radiant rain, straight toward the light gate.
“What? He’s entering too!” The crowd gaped in astonishment.
Graceful and luminous, the Banished Immortal stepped into the light gate, charging inward at full speed.
Boom!
The place erupted!
No one could stay calm. This sudden turn of events left them stunned, elated, their emotions soaring. Many roared at the sky, venting their pent-up frustrations.
At this moment, overwhelming joy filled every heart.
Rumble!
The Ten Crown King struck, surging forth like a dragon emerging from the abyss. None could stop him. With each swing of his fist, mountains and seas shattered, heaven and earth trembled, as if a peerless divine king had descended.
His boundless life force, like a blazing “Dao furnace,” enveloped him, towering like a mountain—a manifestation of his invincible might!
The Ten Crown King charged in, entering the light gate as all made way.
“It can still be done! There’s still a chance—we can enter too!”
The crowd roared. Even those below the stage surged forward like a tidal wave, flooding the platform in a frenzy.
This unexpected twist rekindled hope. Every cultivator burned with desire, scrambling to follow, even if the treasures were already claimed—they had to see for themselves.
An ancient scroll unfurled, depicting suns, moons, and rivers, transforming into a golden path. Ning Chuan followed the Ten Crown King, treading upon the celestial map as he rushed in.
Boom!
Shi Yi made his move. His pupils blazed, twin pupils splitting heaven and earth, birthing a nascent world. Shattering the void, he swept aside those around him and charged in.
“How could I be left out? I, destined to ascend to immortality!” The chubby Cao Yusheng bellowed, standing alongside Chang Gongyan as they fought their way forward.
The ancient freaks all sprang into action, unleashing their divine abilities. Before the light gate, brilliance clashed, laws intertwined, and the cosmos fractured.
The strongest of them entered one after another. But once inside, they realized their experience differed from Shi Hao’s. While he had vanished instantly, reaching his destination directly, they found themselves racing along a law-forged passage toward the mysterious land.
“Quick, we must hurry!”
They urged one another. Any delay, and nothing would remain—Shi Hao would sweep it all clean.
Not just the stragglers—even the Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King fell silent, burning their energy and essence without restraint to surge forward.
What had they waited lifetimes for? This moment! Now, they erupted with even greater ferocity than before.
Boom!
Of course, skirmishes still erupted. Shi Yi’s twin-pupil beams, infused with chaos light, clashed with Ning Chuan’s celestial map.
This path was anything but peaceful!
“Why is this road so long?!” Even the ancient freaks grew frantic. At their speed, thousands of miles should be crossed in an instant.
Yet time passed, and after traversing tens of thousands of miles, they were still en route, nowhere near the ultimate ancient land.
Crack!
Before the stage, the massive void fissure trembled, its aura terrifying.
The natives all wore grim expressions, dispersing to return to their clans and prepare for the upheaval.
Some rushed toward one of the minor realms, eager to see who had entered, to gather intelligence for their people.
Many geniuses of the three thousand provinces also surged toward that minor realm. Instead of charging the light gate, they sought to guide their sects in, to bring their masters to slaughter.
To them, competing with Shi Hao, the Ten Crown King, and the Banished Immortal was futile. Better to rally their sect masters to blockade the light gate—then nothing could escape.
Xuanming Realm—a small, unremarkable minor realm.
But now, with its spatial node shattered and linked to the outside world, it would never be ordinary again.
At this moment, divine power surged, laws intertwined, and lightning split the skies. Strange phenomena abounded, shocking all natives.
When experts from other minor realms arrived, they too were stunned. A massive fissure pierced the realm, with one segment particularly thick—the node’s location.
A daoist in a purple-gold crown and robes stood within the fissure, half his body already inside. His eyes blazed like divine rainbows, scanning the land with fervor.
Before him stood a dozen others, none as powerful—ranging from Venerable One to True Gods—sent earlier to test the node’s capacity.
“Bad news!”
The daoist shuddered, his soul trembling as overwhelming peril engulfed him.
“Ah—!” He screamed, struggling desperately to break through. But Immortal Ancient’s mysterious laws wove through the fissure, barring his way.
Though outside forces aided him, it was futile. His face paled as supreme dao principles invaded his body.
“No!” he wailed.
His forehead glowed as his Soul fled, seeking refuge in Immortal Ancient. He sensed doom—his Fleshly form could not endure.
But then, misty light and chaos beams lashed out from the fissure like peerless sword rays, striking his fleeing Soul.
Pop!
The fist-sized Soul wailed once before exploding. Simultaneously, his Fleshly form turned to ash.
The dozen who’d arrived earlier recoiled, faces bloodless. They’d been lucky to cross safely. This daoist, a quasi-sect master with one foot into the Heavenly Deity realm, had perished so easily—like a pebble tossed into a lake, barely a ripple.
Outside, the Forbidden Land.
A massive fissure hung in the sky, bleeding crimson light as black lightning danced—a terrifying sight.
Here, crowds gathered— Venerable One, Heavenly Deities, sect masters—all watching intently.
At the forefront, a group of sect masters stood grim-faced. After exhausting immense power to breach the barrier, they’d confirmed: those below Heavenly Deity could enter safely.
Eager to proceed, the old daoist had volunteered. Yet despite their combined efforts, this quasi-sect master had perished instantly!
“Does this mean we’re barred? No chance to enter?” someone sighed.
They’d all witnessed it, silently deducing the truth: sect masters were rejected by Immortal Ancient’s will. Otherwise, the daoist wouldn’t have died so miserably.
“The strongest allowed are Heavenly Deities. Even those half-step beyond cannot pass,” another said.
The sect masters fell silent. They yearned to enter, but after repeated calculations, they could only frown in resignation.
“Will any fellow daoist attempt it? We’ll lend our full support,” someone offered.
None responded. The outcome was already clear.
“Very well. Our Heavenly Deities must seize the Serendipity. They’ll bring back what we seek,” a sect master declared.
But the barrier was unstable. Even escorting Heavenly Deities required joint efforts to stabilize the node and protect the crossers.
“Immortal Ancient rejects us. This passage won’t last. Not many Heavenly Deities can be sent,” another warned.
All understood. If this node collapsed, they’d need to find another and start anew.
Their calculations suggested the first batch might make it safely.
These slots were precious. The sects bargained fiercely.
“The first batch must include my Immortal Palace!” From afar, an ancient bronze hall emerged from Chaos Qi, its aged voice resonating.
All shuddered—even the sect masters—deeply wary of its occupant.
From a carriage, another voice spoke—the current imperial clan, demanding a slot.
“My Western Sect claims a slot.”
“My Nether Clan shall tread the Immortal Ancient’s blessed land.”
“My Divine Temple wields the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture to stabilize this path. We merit a slot.”
…
The sect masters all spoke, vying for slots.
This was no time for Concession. The greatest Serendipity of Immortal Ancient was at stake—they were carving up its riches.
“What Shi Hao, what Banished Immortal, what final victor? Before Heavenly Deities descend, they’ll be but dust!”
Among the chosen Heavenly Deities, one from Immortal Palace sneered coldly.
“Indeed. While we were absent, it was child’s play. Now, the true struggle begins. Those who resist shall be reduced to ashes!”
Within Immortal Ancient, at the ultimate ancient land beyond the stage’s light gate.
Shi Hao stood alone, utterly still, as if turned to stone. This place was too mysterious.
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