A chill ran through Di Kun’s heart—the rumors were true. The Primordial Mosquito Lake was a forbidden land, not to be trifled with.
A sharp pain pierced his chest, where a bloody hole had formed. His blood sprayed out, absorbed by a palm-sized mosquito. He hadn’t even sensed the attack.
He retreated at lightning speed. There were two such mosquitoes, each the size of a palm, wreathed in chaotic energy. They were terrifying beyond measure. With just a slight flutter of their wings, the void for thousands of miles cracked apart.
Di Kun’s face paled. He fled without looking back, yet as he did, blood gushed from his limbs, riddled with holes. His back seared with pain as he was impaled, the wound piercing clean through. In that instant, his entire body gushed blood—90% of his divine essence drained away!
“Ah—!”
Di Kun escaped, grievously wounded. Half his body was in tatters, riddled with bloody holes, his vital essence completely drained.
Had those primordial mosquitoes not lost their minds, reduced to mere instinct, Di Kun would have surely perished.
The chaotic energy churned as the two mosquitoes circled the lake once before plunging back into the inky depths, vanishing without a trace.
Above, a golden mosquito buzzed through the sky, radiating divine aura. It moved with terrifying speed, pouncing on a passing divine bird—a Violet-Gold Swan—killing it instantly and draining its blood.
In the mountains, another golden mosquito pursued a herd of savage beasts. In moments, their massive bodies withered to skin and bones.
…
Several golden mosquitoes, each over ten feet long, were dozens of times more ferocious than divine birds, slaughtering all life and greedily absorbing blood.
But worse was yet to come. Behind them, tens of thousands of silver mosquitoes swarmed, and blood-red ones blotted out the sky, sweeping across the land like a tide!
Beasts and birds alike, once covered by the swarm, were reduced to skeletons, their essence utterly drained.
Only after a long time did the mosquitoes retreat into the black lake, restoring silence.
Di Kun returned, his face dark. His body was riddled with bloody holes—a divine being nearly slain here, losing 90% of his essence for nothing.
Worse, he had lost a fragment of his soul, severed completely. The thought of being humiliated by an “ant” earlier made his veins bulge in fury. He wished he could obliterate the lake with a single strike!
“That ant, Shi Hao!” As a divine being, he hadn’t felt such rage in years. His face twisted in fury. He wanted nothing more than to keep the boy alive—just to torture him slowly.
“I hope you survive by some miracle, so I can ‘entertain’ you properly!” Di Kun didn’t believe Shi Hao could live.
But he was cautious. He watched the lake for a long time before finally stationing disciples there to monitor it. Only then did he leave.
Legends about the Primordial Mosquito Lake were numerous.
Some said one of the Ten Calamities had fallen here, buried in the lake, its essence absorbed by the mosquitoes, granting them divine power over eons.
Others claimed an immortal from the previous era had perished here, his blood forming the black lake and birthing these evil insects.
Still others believed the lake was a cursed place from the dawn of creation, festering with ill omen.
Beneath the lake, Shi Hao sank deeper. He wasn’t dead—but he wished he were. Agony wracked his body.
The water was icy. Even clad in his mysterious armor, his flesh felt as if sliced by blades—an intangible malice carving into his bones and organs.
Worse, the mosquitoes swarmed in the thick, black liquid, clinging to him, their needle-like mouths stabbing relentlessly.
Some were a foot long, others over three feet—monstrous things he’d never imagined.
His battered armor clanged as countless sharp proboscises struck it. The insects covered his body, crawling over him.
“Ah—!”
Di Kun’s soul fragment, unprotected, screamed as the mosquitoes pierced him repeatedly. The pain was unbearable.
These insects were special—they could devour not just blood but souls. Hundreds swarmed, a nightmare of wriggling horror.
Di Kun roared, black water flooding his mouth, slicing his consciousness like knives.
Yet, near-divine, his soul fought back, crushing swathes of insects—until a golden streak shot toward him.
A golden mosquito, exuding divine aura, its proboscis unstoppable.
Soon, Di Kun’s soul was gone, consumed by the swarm.
Shi Hao watched, horrified. Such a powerful soul, erased in moments.
Truly, the body was the root. Without it, even the strongest soul would wither.
But he had no time to pity Di Kun. He was in peril himself.
His armor, though divine, was damaged. Many proboscises pierced through, threatening his life.
He resisted. The armor glowed, forming vortexes that shattered some of the needles—but others stabbed deep.
He was defenseless, too weak to fight back.
“Will I die here?” Despair crept in. He dared not use his protective talisman, fearing it would draw the golden mosquitoes—or worse, the two primordial ones.
The Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram in his hand remained silent. With a sigh, he stowed it away.
He pulled out a cauldron, tilting it to release heavenly water. Lightning crackled, vaporizing mosquitoes, while curses spread outward.
The swarm stirred.
Golden divine mosquitoes turned their gaze. Even the two primordial ones twitched in the distance.
“This is bad!” Shi Hao’s face paled.
Trapped between Di Kun outside and the swarm within, he had no escape.
“Buzz—!”
One primordial mosquito shot toward him.
Bracing for the worst, Shi Hao gripped the Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram and an ancient talisman—found with the divine charm near the Nine Dragons Coffin, its purpose unknown.
“Buzz—!”
The mosquito struck fast, its proboscis flashing.
Miraculously, it missed his flesh—first hitting his armor, then the Diagram.
The Diagram erupted with chaotic light, manifesting countless spirits. The mosquito recoiled, wary.
A flame ignited within Shi Hao, burning away the black water around him.
The second primordial mosquito approached—then trembled and retreated.
Even the golden divine mosquitoes backed away, instinctively avoiding the Diagram.
Shi Hao exhaled in relief. Had the insects retained their wits, he’d have been doomed.
As the strongest mosquitoes left, the rest followed, abandoning him.
The crisis had passed—for now.
He stayed, healing in the eerie silence. No gods would hunt him here.
But this was no place to cultivate. The malignant energy was unbearable—only the mosquitoes thrived here.
Still, Shi Hao endured, slowly recovering.
“Where did the primordial mosquitoes and the golden ones go?” He frowned, sensing their absence.
The lake was deeper than he’d imagined. The powerful mosquitoes had descended further.
Days passed. His wounds healed slightly, only to reopen in the corrosive energy—a grim balance.
“This lake is hell!”
After half a month, he recovered somewhat—and noticed something strange.
Deep below, something emanated energy that aided his healing.
Gritting his teeth, he dove deeper.
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Outside, chaos reigned.
Twenty days had passed since Shi Hao—pursued by a god—vanished into the dark realm.
“Such a pity. Shi Hao, dead so young. To cultivate two strands of immortal energy in this era—he was truly peerless.”
“Could he still be alive?”
“Don’t jest. No one survives the Primordial Mosquito Lake. Even mighty figures who entered never returned. Those two primordial mosquitoes might be born from an immortal’s corpse—how could he resist?”
Most in the Ancient Immortal Realm believed Shi Hao was dead.
“Di Kun is from the Immortal Palace. His vendetta left no chance for survival.” Even the geniuses of the three thousand provinces agreed—Shi Hao was gone.
His feud with the Immortal Palace’s heir was well-known, culminating in Di Chong’s death. Di Kun’s retaliation was expected.
“Ha! Talent means nothing in death. Even two strands of immortal energy are worthless now.” Some gloated.
“Finally, he’s dead! Hahaha—!”
The outside world buzzed with noise.
Qing Yi fell silent upon hearing the news, standing on a cliff for a long time.
The little rabbit’s eyes reddened. “That troublemaker’s dead? Don’t they say the wicked live long?”
“Kid, rest in peace. I’ll avenge you,” the God-Slaying Stone vowed.
…
Shi Hao’s fall into the Primordial Mosquito Lake sent shockwaves everywhere. Reactions varied.
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Deep in the lake, faint light glimmered. Shi Hao’s eyes widened.
He had descended forty thousand feet—unimaginable depth for a lake.
“What is that? Heaven… one of the Ten Calamities? A dragon… and that woman…”
At the lake’s bottom, a sight made his pupils contract violently.
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