Deep within the mountain, Shi Hao sat cross-legged, motionless, his body cracked like shattered jade. The wounds were horrifying—his entire form seemed to have split apart.
Only the two strands of immortal qi coiling around him kept him from disintegrating, forcibly holding his broken body together. Without them, he would have long since fallen apart.
The ancient king of the Celestial Nation moved with terrifying speed. His sword strike split the heavens, rending the void asunder.
A blood-dripping killing sword, like a crack of thunder or a rainbow piercing the sun, blazed with unparalleled brilliance. The king glided along the ground, advancing parallel to it!
The sword stabbed straight at Shi Hao’s brow. His forehead bone glowed, and the clash between them rang out like metal striking metal, sparks flying—proof of just how indomitable his flesh was.
The result left many shaken!
**”Pfft!”**
The ancient king of the Celestial Nation succeeded! His sword pierced Shi Hao’s brow, blood splashing in a tragic, undeniable arc.
Even with Shi Hao’s peerless physique, nearly impervious as diamond, without his primordial spirit to guide it, his body could only resist instinctively, the metallic clang echoing sharply.
Had he truly been slain? No one could believe it.
Behind them, a group of cultivators—invited experts—stood in shock.
Shi Hao, the unrivaled force who dominated the Immortal Ancient era, crushed ancient freaks, and even slew the Fallen Divine Child—had he really been killed so easily? The thought sent chills down their spines, eyes widening in disbelief.
**”Die!”**
Jun Dao surged forward, a tempest at his back, erupting with radiant light. In a single step, he crossed a thousand zhang, thrusting a silver war spear straight through Shi Hao’s chest—piercing his heart.
Crimson blood trickled down the spear’s gleaming edge, dripping onto the ground.
**”Hahaha… Shi Hao, even you have come to this?!”** Jun Dao laughed, his face cruel and cold. With one arm, he held the spear aloft, Shi Hao’s blood staining the earth, making him look like a demonic god.
The sight was soul-shaking.
Shi Hao—dead!
His brow had been pierced, meaning his primordial spirit had been nailed in place. How could he escape this fate?
Then, Jun Dao’s spear shattered his heart, the dreadful tip ravaging his blood and bones, further proving Shi Hao’s demise. Why else would there be no resistance, no movement?
*What a pity… to die like this.* Some sighed inwardly.
Those at the forefront were stunned. Even in death, Shi Hao’s body remained terrifyingly resilient. Anyone else would have exploded from the first strike.
Jun Dao’s spear should have shattered even a deity’s body, yet Shi Hao’s flesh merely clanged like divine metal, sparks flying as it was punctured.
**”Two strands of immortal qi? Such brilliance is unimaginable!”**
The supreme formation master, a native of a major Immortal Ancient tribe, approached with a sigh. Though an enemy, he couldn’t help but lament the loss of such a prodigy, cut down too soon.
**”Even in the Immortal Ancient era, talents like this were rare. A premature end… but you brought this upon yourself by entering the Ancient Medicine Garden.”** His eyes then burned with greed.
None present could remain calm, their hearts in turmoil.
Shi Hao’s cracked body, marred by countless horrific wounds from his breakthrough, still shimmered, wrapped in two strands of immortal qi—sacred and sublime.
One strand was crystalline, white as jade; the other, newly formed, slightly hazy but undeniably successful.
The two strands coiled around him, slowly mending his shattered form, hinting at reconstruction.
What kind of world-shaking sight was this?
Many felt their minds tremble, mouths dry, unable to speak, swallowing hard.
A single strand of immortal qi had stumped countless heroes—yet he had cultivated two! Unfathomable!
**”Shi Hao—a legend across eras!”**
Even among his enemies, someone voiced this admiration.
**”What does it matter now? He’s dead.”** Jun Dao sneered, his hair wild, eyes gleaming like blades. With a roar, he lifted Shi Hao high on his spear.
The sight sent shivers down spines.
Life was fleeting—even the mighty Shi Hao had fallen, leaving many cold with dread.
Jun Dao stood tall, the silver spear suspending Shi Hao midair, blood dripping down its length—a gruesome spectacle!
**”Heh heh…”** The Celestial Nation’s ancient king chuckled, his form flickering like a ghost. His aura was monstrous, his laughter chilling.
None would forget—it was he who struck first, his killing sword piercing Shi Hao’s brow.
This would be a glorious page in his life: slaying Shi Hao, a prodigy with two immortal qi strands—what a fearsome feat!
**”Break!”**
Jun Dao channeled power into the spear, its radiance erupting like a sun, ready to shatter Shi Hao’s body.
**”Stop!”** The formation master shouted urgently.
**”Clang!”**
The Celestial King’s sword intercepted the spear, neutralizing its deadly runes.
**”Why?”** Jun Dao’s eyes narrowed.
**”This body is priceless. Two immortal qi strands—rarer than divine medicine!”** the king replied.
**”Indeed. We’ll trade for it.”** The formation master’s gaze burned with desire.
At this, everyone’s expressions shifted. A body with two immortal qi strands was beyond value—though whether the qi would remain was uncertain.
The Ancient Sacred Son frowned. **”His primordial spirit isn’t in his body. It wasn’t nailed—strange.”**
**”Hmm? True. His spirit didn’t scatter in his skull. Where is it?”** A native exclaimed.
Inside the dark prison, Shi Hao’s spirit shuddered in pain. A foreboding gripped him.
**”What’s happening? My spirit isn’t damaged, so why…?”** His soul trembled, sensing catastrophe.
**”Has my body decayed after so long?”** To him, it felt like millennia had passed.
The darkness warped his perception!
**”Break!”** Shi Hao struck the prison. Light had already appeared—the void twisted, cracks forming. He was nearly free.
The only issue: he couldn’t find his way back.
Endless darkness—where was the path home?
The river of time surged, carrying countless dark prisons. Finding his way could take ages.
Outside, in the mountain’s depths…
**”Where is his spirit? Gone?”** Many were baffled, growing wary.
**”Like the legends—his body attained the Dao, cultivating immortal qi, but his spirit vanished at the critical moment,”** a native mused.
**”Yes. In Immortal Ancient, such cases existed—all peerless geniuses. They secluded themselves to grow stronger, only to leave empty shells behind,”** the formation master said.
The crowd was awed. This was bizarre yet proved Shi Hao’s greatness—matching the most gifted of the past.
**”Where do their spirits go? Even in death, fragments should remain,”** someone pondered.
**”Step back. Let me see if his spirit lingers.”** The Ancient Sacred Son sat, chanting an ancient scripture.
Symbols bloomed, piercing the void—reaching heaven and hell alike.
The chant was eerie, like a soul-summoning dirge.
In the darkness, Shi Hao heard the call. Symbols guided him—he followed, nearing his body.
Outside, the Sacred Son’s chant filled the air, symbols cascading like starlight.
Jun Dao smirked coldly, spear still raised. **”Will this really summon his remnants? I want to see his despair when he realizes his fate.”**
Shi Hao stepped into the light—and in that instant, he sensed everything.
**Rage ignited.**
**”Boom!”**
His spirit returned to his skull, agony surging through him.
His eyes snapped open. Hands clenched the spear in his chest, his gaze blazing with fury.
**”You—!”** Jun Dao paled. This wasn’t a fragment—this was him!
**”DIE!”** Shi Hao’s hair lashed like storm winds as he struck with thunderous wrath.
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