*Swish!*
Tens of thousands of shards of the Great Dao danced in the air, dazzling beyond measure!
The World Tree—though merely a sapling—was overwhelmingly powerful, innately nurturing countless Daos, harmonizing with heaven and earth. It had the potential to grow into an entire world.
Now, it swayed, rustling loudly, its leaves radiating myriad hues of brilliance.
**”Boom!”**
Shi Hao, wielding the Myriad Spirit Diagram, surged forward. Countless phantom figures of various creatures manifested, actually blocking the sapling.
Between the two, vast waves of chaotic energy erupted, shrouding everything in mist and causing the entire arena to tremble violently!
This spectacle left everyone stunned—these were supreme treasures!
The World Tree sapling was terrifying enough, known throughout the ages. But what was that palm-sized piece of white bone in Shi Hao’s hand? Lustrous as jade, yet possessing such immense power.
The bone merely defended passively, making no aggressive moves.
The arena flared with light, forming a radiant gate—a teleportation array. The force intensified, pulling Shi Hao toward it.
He was swept toward the gate, but the others blocked his path, their treasures too formidable to bypass.
**Heavenhorn Ant’s Suppression!**
The Banished Immortal struck. His horn, though seemingly short, carried the weight of a hundred thousand mountains, pressing down with suffocating force.
The void shattered inch by inch, embodying the ultimate law of strength—a manifestation of the Heavenhorn Ant’s ancient might, once capable of overturning the Nine Heavens!
An ordinary person would have exploded instantly. Even ancient kings would struggle to withstand such a strike—this was an unrivaled bone of supreme power.
Fortunately, Shi Hao had means to counter it.
While his right hand wielded the Myriad Spirit Diagram against the World Tree, his left raised the dragon scale. A resonant dragon’s roar pierced the heavens, blocking the horn’s descent.
**”A dragon’s reverse scale—touch it, and fury follows!”** someone trembled, exclaiming in awe.
Some natives recognized it—this might truly be the reverse scale of a real dragon, now in Shi Hao’s grasp!
**”Boom!”**
The heavens split, and even the arena cracked—all from the collision between the horn and the scale. This was a clash of two of the Ten Fierce, a battle transcending millennia.
One embodied the pinnacle of brute force, the other the might of one of the world’s supreme species.
Such a confrontation was terrifying beyond measure. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as though stars plummeted and the Great Dao’s divine hymns deafened the world!
**”Stop him! Don’t let him escape!”** someone roared from behind.
This was no time for duels. If Shi Hao entered that gate, all hope would be lost for the others. Only by stopping him, knocking him off the arena, could they seize their chance.
**”Kill!”**
The others surged forward, attacking in unison.
In an instant, countless forbidden divine arts erupted—each a world-shaking technique, any one of which would normally leave onlookers dumbstruck. Now, they all appeared at once.
Some had been lost for hundreds of millennia, yet here they were, resplendent once more.
Shi Hao roared, his body blazing with light as he wielded two sacred treasures, battling against the horde. He fought with everything he had.
The greatest threat remained the Ten Crown King’s sapling. Though only a foot tall, it unleashed ten thousand strands of luminous mist—each a fragment of Dao law—entangling him, preventing his advance toward the gate.
Were it not for this, Shi Hao would have already escaped. The World Tree’s restraints were his greatest obstacle.
Moreover, the Heavenhorn Ant’s horn was terrifying in its destructive power. Though it didn’t bind him, its attacks were overwhelming, its runes endless, its divine might shaking the very foundations of the arena.
Without the reverse dragon scale, resistance would have been impossible.
**”Kill!”**
The man wreathed in divine flames struck, summoning the Wheel of Reincarnation. With a mere tremor, the heavens split, and chaotic energy surged.
This worsened Shi Hao’s plight. Another supreme treasure pressed down—without the Myriad Spirit Diagram and the reverse scale, he would have been crushed without question.
Thus, several supreme treasures clashed, their chaotic energies intertwining, breaking free from their wielders and hovering in the void, locked in stalemate.
**”Kill!”**
The Ten Crown King released his grip on the sapling, unafraid of theft, and charged directly at Shi Hao.
The Myriad Spirit Diagram, the Heavenhorn Ant’s horn, and the others remained suspended, forming a strange spatial domain, trapping Shi Hao in place—forcing him to fight.
Shi Hao unleashed his full power, his body blazing like a sun, erupting with boundless radiance!
**”Boom!”**
Without a word, he met the Ten Crown King’s assault. His fist, crystalline as jade, struck with the force of heavenly thunder.
This punch contained multiple profound truths—indestructible, peerless in might.
The Ten Crown King’s expression darkened. His body crackled as his arm shone, his Dragon Fist infused with other **”Ten Fierce Techniques,”** merging into a strike of world-shaking power.
**”Boom!”**
Their fists collided, divine flames surging beyond anything before, as if they truly sought to shatter the shackles of heaven and attain eternity!
**”Rumble—”**
The heavens collapsed, the earth split, and dust billowed as the arena suffered damage.
**”Swish!”**
The Banished Immortal moved with ethereal grace, his hand flicking lightly—yet the resulting chaotic radiance cracked the arena’s surface.
Shi Hao, who had clashed with him, endured unimaginable force. Between them, light like that of ascending immortals erupted, endless rain of brilliance stinging all eyes.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye—three supreme experts had already clashed.
Suddenly, mountains crumbled and seas roared as a celestial diagram unfurled across the sky. Within it, a blazing sun hung high, stars rotated, and the vast cosmos shimmered—its might absolute.
Ning Chuan had joined the fray, his celestial diagram pressing forward to suppress.
The crowd was stunned. Four supreme beings were now locked in battle—three of them ganging up on one.
Any one of these figures could sweep through armies and dominate all foes. Yet now, it had come to this.
Everyone’s hearts pounded—could Shi Hao survive? The odds were grim.
**”Kill!”**
Shi Hao roared, his battered armor glowing. Though riddled with holes, these imperfections became advantages—each aperture spun with radiant light, drawing in the essence of heaven and earth, fueling his body.
His blood boiled as he fought against the three.
In that instant, the heavens shattered, demons wailed, and blood rained from the sky. Even phantoms of celestial beings seemed to emerge amidst swirling mist—the anomalies were endless.
The four supreme experts became streaks of light, clashing relentlessly.
All were awestruck—Shi Hao was holding his own, battling fiercely against three.
**”I join the fray!”**
Another voice thundered from behind.
It was Zi Yan Fei, a sinister figure who had cultivated the **Great Blazing Heaven Art** to unprecedented heights, now descending like a fire deity.
**”What?!”** The crowd gasped, sensing an aura of immortality.
**”So that’s it!”** Shi Hao understood—this man had fused with an **”Ancient Flame,”** akin to Qing Yi’s merger with the Blue Moon Flame.
Zi Yan Fei had always practiced fire-based techniques. The **Great Blazing Heaven Art** was legendary, rivaling even the **Six Paths Reincarnation** and **Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture**. Now, fused with the remnant flame of a fallen True Immortal, his power was unimaginable!
**”No wonder he boasted of reaching unprecedented heights—this is terrifying!”** someone exclaimed.
Normally, even if others obtained an Ancient Flame, it would depart after they achieved godhood. Yet his remained.
**”Boom!”**
To Zi Yan Fei’s shock, Shi Hao met his **Great Blazing Heaven Art** head-on, not even dodging.
Three strands of immortal energy coiled around Shi Hao’s fist, suppressing all flames—unstoppable.
**”Whoosh!”**
Flames surged as Zi Yan Fei roared, his essence erupting, the inferno growing even fiercer, scorching the heavens apart.
This was the might of the Ancient Flame, amplified by the **Great Blazing Heaven Art**—unfathomable.
With a deafening crash, Shi Hao’s fist blazed brighter, golden willow branches manifesting around it, transforming into chains of order that pierced through the flames.
**”Pfft!”**
Zi Yan Fei coughed blood, staggering back, severely wounded.
**”Impossible! With the Ancient Flame fused, I’ve taken this art to unprecedented heights in this realm!”** He couldn’t believe it.
**”Come back when you’ve cultivated three strands of immortal energy, then we’ll talk!”** Shi Hao said coldly, still battling the three supremes while dominating the rest.
**”Stop him together!”**
Others dared not approach, attacking from afar with divine arts—even ancient freaks among them.
**”Kill!”**
Shi Hao bellowed, his fists erupting with golden ripples as he channeled the Willow Deity’s techniques.
Patterns intertwined across his body, and from every acupoint, golden willow branches shot forth—gentle in appearance, yet unbreakable.
**”Pfft! Pfft!”**
Distant foes fell, their brows pierced, dying instantly.
Even three ancient freaks were impaled, screaming as they retreated—only to be torn apart by the golden branches, exploding on the spot.
**”Those who block my path—die!”** Shi Hao roared.
He fought with everything, unleashing all his secrets, slaughtering without restraint. To hinder him was to sever his path to the Dao.
Only the three supreme experts remained composed. The rest paled—Shi Hao’s methods were too terrifying. He moved like a hurricane, unstoppable.
His body radiated towering blood energy, his fists peerless!
The Willow Deity’s techniques swept across the battlefield.
The mighty Dual-Pupiled One remained still, his eyes flickering with chaotic light—clearly, he too was a fearsome powerhouse.
His inaction had a profound impact.
Likewise, Chang Gong Yan stood afar, gripping his great bow, unmoving.
Shi Hao battled the three supremes, his armor resonating, mist billowing. He had been struck, and he had struck back—now, blood stained his body.
The arena boiled as he rampaged across it, unstoppable in his might.
**”Hummm—”**
Finally, the balance shattered. The gate formed by the arena expanded, glowing brighter, and the platform itself began to burn, its grandeur overwhelming.
Shi Hao roared, shaking heaven and earth, fighting desperately toward the gate.
Now, he forcibly retrieved the **Myriad Spirit Diagram** and the **reverse dragon scale**, gripping them tightly.
The arena was collapsing—this was his last chance. If he didn’t enter now, the gate might be destroyed.
**”Boom!”**
At last, he succeeded, forcing his way in—aided by the gate’s own pull, its light engulfing him.
**”Crack!”**
The World Tree’s binding laws snapped, freeing him.
**”Swish!”**
Shi Hao vanished into the gate.
Simultaneously, the Ancient Immortal Realm trembled as if on the verge of collapse. The void’s rifts expanded violently, cracking loudly.
**”Disaster! Outsiders are breaking in!”** A distant voice shook the world.
Panic erupted—the Ancient Immortal Realm was descending into chaos!
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