In order to recover as quickly as possible, Shi Hao took the initiative to strike, targeting and looting some auction houses among the indigenous people!
Organizations backed by clans like the Golden Elephant and the Horned Dragon had all been visited by him, suffering heavy losses. Unfortunately, he hadn’t managed to obtain even a single divine herb.
Though sacred medicines were effective, their effects were far too slow.
Afterward, he went into hiding again to heal his injuries, even fleeing into ruins that even the indigenous people feared, delving into eerie minor realms.
Yet, despite this, he could still be found—because true gods were constantly tracking him, aided by divine birds, dragon hounds, and other master trackers.
The Netherworld, a place infamous for its severe curses.
This minor realm was vast and teeming with numerous races, but all had been “demonized”—or more accurately, afflicted by such severe curses that they had lost their sanity, retaining only primal instincts.
Whether they were Heavenly Deities or ordinary creatures, all had entered a state of madness, lying dormant in ordinary times but erupting into violent frenzy if disturbed.
Shi Hao chose to come here precisely to deter the Heavenly Deities, making them wary.
But barely half a day later, someone had already tracked him down.
This was a young man, clad in an exquisite silver robe woven from snow silkworm silk, meticulously crafted. He was handsome, exuding an air of nobility and an unshakable composure.
“You are the one they call Huang?” he asked indifferently.
“Yes. And who are you?” Shi Hao replied.
“My name is Di Kun,” the silver-robed man said calmly, hands clasped behind his back. He carried an indescribable aura, his eyes ancient and cold as he looked down upon Shi Hao.
Though they were both young, he seemed out of place in this world—like a Heavenly Deity standing there, gazing at Shi Hao with disdain, utterly indifferent.
Yet, his actual cultivation level was similar to Shi Hao’s, hardly warranting such arrogance.
“I once killed someone named Di Chong,” Shi Hao said.
“That was my descendant, one who carried traces of immortal blood within him,” Di Kun replied calmly.
“A clan with immortal blood?” Shi Hao sneered, then scrutinized the man before him. Could this be an ancient freak who had lingered into the Immortal Ancient Era?
“Indeed, Di Chong, like me, was a descendant of immortals, of noble bloodline—yet you killed him,” Di Kun sighed lightly.
Then, his expression turned cold again as he examined Shi Hao with an air of detachment. “You may die now. Leave your fleshly shell behind, and your soul may depart. You may choose to end yourself.”
Such arrogant words, yet he spoke them with chilling indifference, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?” Shi Hao retorted coldly. Even though he was severely injured and near death, he couldn’t care less about someone of the same cultivation level.
“Because I am Di Kun, the one who once slaughtered all rivals of my generation!” Di Kun replied calmly.
“Di Kun? Never heard of you. Which generation’s overgrown scallion are you?” Shi Hao scoffed, meeting Di Kun’s disdain with his own contempt.
“Make your move, or you won’t get the chance,” Di Kun said, still with his hands behind his back, utterly indifferent, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.
Without another word, Shi Hao summoned the Great Luo Immortal Sword and slashed forward, while his right fist unleashed the profound mysteries of reincarnation, striking with lethal intent!
Since the other party was so arrogant, he saw no reason to hold back. The sooner this battle ended, the sooner he could leave this place.
But then, something shocking happened—Di Kun completely abandoned defense, charging straight at Shi Hao, merely raising an arm to block.
“Pfft!”
Under the force of the Reincarnation Fist, Di Kun’s arm didn’t just age and rot—it instantly exploded, along with half his body. In a single exchange, his left side had been obliterated.
And when the Great Luo Immortal Sword struck, it bisected him at the waist, sending his two halves flying apart in a spray of blood.
It all happened too fast, leaving everyone stunned. The mighty Di Kun had been crushed so easily.
Suddenly, Shi Hao’s hair stood on end. From the fallen body, a radiant light burst from the forehead—an ethereal soul emerged, wielding a small purple bell. With a single shake, Shi Hao’s own soul trembled, on the verge of collapse!
What was this?! Shi Hao was shocked.
The small figure was no taller than a fist, and the purple-gold bell was barely two inches tall, held in the soul’s hand. With a mere shake, it threatened to sever Shi Hao’s soul—terrifying beyond measure.
“The Soul-Severing Bell!” Shi Hao gasped, his soul wracked with pain. He suddenly recalled a rare and formidable artifact, one few had ever successfully refined.
Di Kun possessed a Soul-Severing Bell—this was undoubtedly a treasure of transcendent might, something beyond mortal comprehension.
This had to be a Heavenly Deity artifact!
Moreover, the small figure exuded terrifying power, nearing the Heavenly Deity realm, its soul force vast beyond measure. Di Kun’s physical body might be on par with Shi Hao’s, but his soul was monstrously strong.
“The flesh is but a vessel, a temporary dwelling on my journey. Today, it’s time to change residences. You may destroy this shell, but you’ll repay me with your own body,” Di Kun sneered.
Shi Hao understood now—no wonder Di Kun was so confident. His soul was absurdly powerful, and this sudden assault would catch anyone off guard.
This was akin to a quasi-Heavenly Deity wielding a Heavenly Deity artifact launching a surprise attack. Shi Hao, caught unprepared, suffered a heavy blow, nearly perishing on the spot.
“You’re not bad—cultivating two strands of immortal energy, your body is flawless. I’ll take good care of this ‘dwelling.’ You may rest in peace now,” Di Kun said, shaking the Soul-Severing Bell. Shi Hao’s brow split, his soul on the verge of scattering. The outcome seemed decided—a swift and brutal assassination, executed with ease.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, divine flames erupted within Shi Hao’s skull. His soul, wrapped in two strands of immortal energy, surged forth, radiating a soul force no weaker than Di Kun’s.
“What?! You’re also near the Heavenly Deity realm?!” Di Kun was stunned. He knew his own circumstances—his soul was near the Heavenly Deity realm because his true body was already a Heavenly Deity, making it easy to nurture this split-off soul.
Like a phoenix reborn from flames, Shi Hao’s soul blazed with light, resisting the Soul-Severing Bell as it burst from his forehead. The small figure now held a piece of lustrous white bone—the Myriad Spirit Diagram.
“Dang!”
Di Kun shook the purple-gold bell again, aiming to obliterate Shi Hao’s soul with the Heavenly Deity artifact.
But this time, it failed. When the Myriad Spirit Diagram was attacked, it finally awakened, bursting with life force. Tens of thousands of spirit creatures materialized in the void, densely packed, roaring in unison.
“Myriad Spirits” was an understatement—there were far more, lifelike and vivid, alongside suns, moons, and stars dotting the void, shrouded in chaotic mist, unfathomably mysterious.
The bell’s resonance was blocked, its sound abruptly silenced before the Myriad Spirit Diagram.
Yet, the diagram didn’t counterattack—it merely neutralized the bell’s power, wrapped in chaos, growing ever more enigmatic and inscrutable.
“To think you’ve reached near-Heavenly Deity level… You cannot be left alive!” Di Kun roared.
At the same time, within a bronze hall, an old man opened his eyes. He sensed something—his connection to that split-off soul allowed mutual awareness.
He swiftly exited the hall, tore through the void, and headed straight for the Netherworld!
In the Netherworld, Shi Hao knew nothing of this, but he wouldn’t waste the opportunity. Gripping the Myriad Spirit Diagram, he slammed it down on the soul, treating the lustrous bone as the most terrifying weapon.
“Dang!”
Di Kun blocked with the Soul-Severing Bell, but to little effect. When the Myriad Spirit Diagram struck, the bell dimmed, trembling violently.
The bell had a spirit of its own—and it was utterly terrified of the Myriad Spirit Diagram, shuddering in fear.
The only saving grace was that the diagram didn’t unleash its full power, merely serving as a blunt instrument in Shi Hao’s hands as he relentlessly hammered Di Kun.
“Dang!”
Finally, the now-useless Soul-Severing Bell was sent flying.
Shi Hao rained blows upon Di Kun, shouting, “So high and mighty, yet this is all you’ve got? Keep acting tough!”
“Boom!”
The Myriad Spirit Diagram struck down, nearly dispersing Di Kun’s soul!
With a loud smack, Shi Hao grabbed the heavily wounded Di Kun and began slapping him left and right, the crisp sounds echoing through the air.
“Ah—!”
A furious roar echoed from the distance. Di Kun’s true body was enraged—unimaginably so. Though he hadn’t cared much for that split-off soul, he now felt every slap as if it were his own.
“Swish!”
Shi Hao’s soul swiftly returned to his body, but he kept a firm grip on Di Kun’s soul, continuing to pummel it. Each slap carried the power of reincarnation, nearly shattering it entirely.
Far away, the real Di Kun saw stars, his fury burning so intensely it scattered the clouds above. He charged forward at breakneck speed.
Shi Hao fled, knowing this minor realm held many cursed lands even Heavenly Deities feared to tread.
“What kind of ‘immortal-blooded clan’ is this? Pah! Just a bunch of slap-fodder!” Shi Hao jeered as he fled, still smacking the soul.
“Brat, I won’t kill you. I’ll make you live for tens of thousands of years, suffering endlessly, begging for death but never receiving it!” Di Kun’s true body snarled from behind.
A cliff loomed ahead. Beyond it lay a lake, black as ink, its coldness so intense it seemed capable of freezing souls. A few ruined palaces stood by its shore.
Here, even Di Kun’s true body felt unbearable pain, as if blades were slowly scraping his flesh, a terrifying malevolence piercing his bones.
“The Chaotic Mosquito Lake?!” Di Kun shuddered, halting abruptly.
Shi Hao recognized this place—he’d heard of it. His hair stood on end, his skin prickling as if a dull blade were slowly sawing across it, cold and agonizing.
The lake seemed like the maw of a prehistoric beast, waiting to devour anyone who dared enter.
“Little brat, keep running now,” Di Kun sneered.
“Old fossil, what’s there to boast about? Asking for another beating?!” Shi Hao shot back, then lifted the nearby soul and delivered another round of slaps.
“Boom!”
Di Kun was livid, swiping a palm forward, practically fuming from his ears. In all his long years, this was the first time he’d ever been slapped—his entire body trembled.
Even though it was just a split-off soul, the sensation was all too real—as if his true body were being struck.
“Still not humbled, you old rabbit?!” Shi Hao dodged swiftly, then glared down at the soul, delivering another round of vicious slaps before tossing it to the ground, stomping on it a dozen times, and finally kicking it straight into the lake.
“Ah—!” Di Kun screamed, clutching his forehead as the soul was damaged, sending waves of pain through him.
He considered severing the connection but hesitated—after all, that soul had been cultivated to such a level. If he could reclaim it, his power would grow even further.
Shi Hao was surprised. Di Kun’s soul had plunged into the black lake, heavily wounded but not yet destroyed, still struggling.
Seeing Di Kun’s true body charging, he didn’t hesitate. Wrapping himself in the Myriad Spirit Diagram and donning what might be the Thunder Emperor’s tattered armor, he dove into the lake, dragging Di Kun’s soul deeper.
“Ah—!” On the shore, Di Kun’s true body gritted his teeth, severing the connection. A trail of blood dripped from his forehead.
“Brat, let’s see how long you last in there!” he spat.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the lake boiled. Mosquitoes the color of red agate, each over a foot long, surged into the sky, swarming chaotically.
These mosquitoes were demonized, retaining only instinct—no sanity. Most were at the Divine Flame realm, horrifyingly powerful.
As they took flight, waves of cursed energy followed.
Di Kun paled, stepping back.
Then, another buzzing sound arose—tens of thousands of silver mosquitoes, each a meter long, shot from the lake. All at the True God realm, even more ferocious.
Di Kun’s heart chilled. This lake was as terrifying as the legends said, harboring unspeakable horrors.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a few golden mosquitoes emerged, their auras even more dreadful—fluctuating at the Heavenly Deity level. Di Kun retreated hastily, cold sweat beading on his brow.
“Buzz!”
A sharp hum pierced the air. Di Kun felt his heart grow cold—blood sprayed from his chest, sucked away by a creature in the lake. He trembled uncontrollably.
There, two mosquitoes wreathed in chaotic mist surfaced—no larger than a palm, yet more terrifying than all the others combined.
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