“Heh, what a grand gathering. Not just one, but multiple ancient kings have mobilized. Truly a remarkable feat.”
On the three-thousand blue stone path, someone laughed, though the sound carried no warmth—only a bone-chilling coldness.
Banners fluttered here, strong figures gathered in droves, and mist surged to the heavens. At a glance, the place was densely packed with figures from various clans, divided into several major factions.
Dark Divine Child, Jun Dao… one after another, names that would shake the world if word spread. Their origins were terrifying, yet today they had gathered in unity, ready to act as one.
“Wild, savage by nature, wreaking havoc among the clans, his hands stained with blood—displeasure brews among all. Today, we unite to eradicate him. A fortunate affair indeed,” someone declared.
“Hehe…”
Not far away, atop a massive skull, stood a figure whose laughter was like the snarl of beasts, sending shivers down the spine.
The First Assassin of the Celestial Kingdom stood respectfully beneath the skull, hands clasped, awaiting orders to strike.
This was utterly shocking. The King of the Celestial Kingdom—one of the most feared ancient freaks—had come in person, revealing his true form without concealment, a testament to his resolve.
Even the First Assassin was so restrained in his presence, not daring to breathe too loudly. One could only imagine how terrifying he truly was!
Recalling his legends and the glorious eras he had carved in history, people nearly suffocated. This was a being who had assassinated several ancient kings.
“Fallen Divine Child, do you see? I have come to avenge you,” Jun Dao said, shrouded in violet mist, his aura oppressive and overwhelming.
He had fully recovered from his injuries and was now ready for a bloody battle!
“Brother of the Divine Temple, do not hesitate. Slaying Wild is ridding the world of a scourge. There is no harm in joining forces!” Jun Dao called to another figure nearby.
The crowd trembled once more. Ancient kings, one after another, uniting together—no matter who the enemy was, they would surely perish.
“Enough talk. Attack!” The Dark Divine Child’s voice was icy as he stood at the rear, his nether mist engulfing the heavens and earth, plunging everything into inky darkness.
Only his body shimmered with radiant light, capable of tearing through the void—a testament to his indestructible physique, forged from the accumulation of his past life, with supreme runes embedded in his flesh.
“Kill!”
The army advanced, intent on breaking the formation.
Banners flapped violently, murderous intent surging like an ocean. Figures blurred as countless runes ignited, battle fervor soaring to the heavens.
Several ancient kings stepped forward, leading the charge as they surrounded a stretch of the blue stone path, preparing to strike down Wild.
“Boom!”
The formation trembled under the assault, runes flaring to life. A cold, disdainful voice rang out: “Scram!”
The voice thundered across the heavens, shaking the earth.
“Wild!”
“Shi Hao!”
Someone roared in fury, recognizing the voice and the aura that surged forth—even if turned to ashes, they would know it was him.
This was Shi Hao’s imprint, sealed within a statue and amplified by an “Echo Formation,” deafening and stirring the emotions of all who heard it.
Moreover, he had scattered drops of his essence blood, enhanced by a peculiar formation, recreating his blood energy. Crimson mist billowed into the sky, engulfing the seated figure.
“He’s truly here! This time, there’s no escape!” Many shouted, excitement flashing in their eyes.
With ancient freaks overseeing the operation—and not just one—what was there to fear? Once the formation was dismantled, Wild would surely fall, his blood staining the blue stone path.
“Kill!” Battle cries shook the heavens as everyone attacked.
Beyond the blue stone path, creatures from various clans who had rushed over upon hearing the news watched in shock from a distance.
No one had expected Wild to be in seclusion here, right at the entrance to the Immortal Ancient, seated on the blue stone path—defying all expectations.
“A pity. Wild is about to fall. Even if he were a peerless genius, he couldn’t withstand the combined assault of so many sects. Even Ning Chuan would struggle to escape such an encirclement.”
Onlookers murmured among themselves.
“Boom!”
On the blue stone path, the formation retaliated fiercely against the first wave of attacks, instantly shattering over forty individuals. Blood sprayed high, and bones flew into the distance.
The scene was gruesome and shocking.
Right from the start, so many had perished—and these were elites, experts among experts.
Unexpectedly, Wild did not move, nor did he speak again.
“I see… Wild is at a critical juncture in his enlightenment. His body may be compromised, unable to rise. He is truly… in peril!”
Distant spectators paled as someone made this deduction.
“Hehe, Wild’s doom has come!”
“If you won’t come out, we’ll just have to break in and annihilate you!”
On the blue stone path, the attacking forces pressed on. Some had already guessed that Shi Hao’s seclusion had gone awry, forcing him to rely on the formation for defense.
“Boom!”
Even more terrifying runes erupted as the formation awakened, enveloping a large group. Sword energy crisscrossed, runes burned like fireworks, and starlight cascaded like a river.
In an instant, swathes of experts exploded, reduced to shattered bones and spilled blood. Crimson mist filled the air.
“Kill!”
“Slay Wild!”
Voices from the rear commanded coldly, stopping those who tried to flee and issuing orders.
The battlefield boiled over!
…
The Frigid Realm—cold to an unreal degree, its chill piercing to the bone.
Deep within the mountain range, radiant rain filled the sky, as if immortals were taking flight. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
Shi Hao gripped the Great Luo Immortal Sword, senses sharpened, his sole heavenly passage expanded to shield the little rabbit by his side. He found this place deeply unsettling.
“Why is there an immortal aura here?” The strand of immortal qi around him coiled like a true dragon.
“Uh… did I accidentally trigger this altar?” The Divine Striking Stone muttered to itself.
Clearly, in the distant past, before the great calamity struck, this tribe had been conducting a ritual, with beautiful maidens offering sacrifices.
Yet the altar was half-destroyed, and no offerings remained.
“Fall back!”
Shi Hao commanded, retreating cautiously.
Sure enough, once they distanced themselves from the altar, the radiant rain vanished, and the area gradually returned to silence.
“Truly eerie. I just took a bite of the altar’s special stone, and this happened,” the Divine Striking Stone grumbled.
Shi Hao frowned. Moments ago, the temperature had plummeted to a degree that nearly threatened even him. Had he not cultivated an immortal qi and reached the pinnacle of strength, he would have been in grave danger.
Only after a long while did he retract his heavenly passage and release the little rabbit.
“So cold… I sensed a mysterious force, both supremely yin and overwhelmingly powerful,” the little rabbit said.
Shi Hao shattered the ice and snow, revealing the ancient tribe buried beneath, perfectly preserved—a relic of the Immortal Ancient era, frozen in time.
“So much vegetation, all frozen,” the little rabbit mused, her large eyes darting about in search of any ice-sealed sacred herbs.
This suggested that in the distant past, the Frigid Realm had not been frigid but brimming with vitality. Then, a calamity had struck, freezing all life in this minor world.
It was hard to imagine what kind of cold could achieve this—undoubtedly infused with supreme runic power.
No clues about the disaster remained. Shi Hao searched the entire tribe but found nothing.
“It seems the altar is the key. It must be connected,” Shi Hao muttered, frowning.
“Be careful,” the little rabbit urged, heeding his warning and keeping her distance.
“Hum!”
When the Great Luo Immortal Sword touched the altar, it trembled slightly, and radiant rain began to fall once more, suffusing the area with sacred light—and an unbearable cold.
Shi Hao did not retreat. He retrieved the Primordial True Record—the Myriad Spirit Diagram—holding the pristine bone slab to steady himself.
“Boom!”
Brilliant light erupted as the altar shook violently. Though damaged, it reacted fiercely, its radiance sweeping outward.
Shi Hao stood his ground, his immortal qi swirling as runes flared across his body, resisting the cold.
“Will the disaster return?” The little rabbit shuddered.
“Probably… not?” The Divine Striking Stone sounded uncertain, its gaze fixed nervously on Shi Hao.
Shi Hao closed his eyes, his divine senses reaching out. Through perception, he witnessed scenes and ancient imprints transmitted by the altar—and was instantly stunned.
“I shall become immortal!” Four words thundered in his mind like a divine decree.
He saw a man—majestic, heroic, roaring at the heavens, bathed in radiant light and blazing rainbows.
His aura, his might, his demeanor—all were awe-inspiring!
Since ancient times, who had achieved immortality? In this era, none had succeeded. The laws of heaven and earth had changed; immortals no longer walked the world.
Yet this man had roared with such conviction, shaking the cosmos, his presence supreme.
This man was no weaker than Ye Qianyu, whose tribulation in the starry skies had nearly succeeded before he fell to an ominous black claw.
This man’s bearing matched Ye Qianyu’s!
“Indeed… this is related to the immortal path!” Shi Hao was deeply shaken by the visions and the figure before him.
“This man did not attract any ominous phenomena, nor did anything strange occur,” he observed with astonishment.
…
On the three-thousand blue stone path, battle cries shook the heavens.
“Boom!”
The formation erupted with strange light, pulling all nearby into its depths. A peculiar array activated, trapping the attackers in a deadly maze.
Panic spread instantly. Moments ago, they had been outside the formation—now, they were inexplicably caught within.
“Disaster! That wasn’t Wild’s true body—just a statue, a decoy!” Jun Dao bellowed. Inside the formation, a vertical eye split open on his forehead, revealing the truth at close range.
Heavenly Eyes could manifest on the brow or merge with the pupils—both equally fearsome.
“Boom!”
The three-thousand blue stone path trembled as the formation unleashed a bloodbath.
Distant onlookers paled, instinctively retreating. This was horrifying. Ancient kings had led the assault, only to meet catastrophe.
This battle left the allied forces devastated, nearly annihilated.
Jun Dao, trapped in the formation, burned secret treasures to escape, barely surviving with severe injuries.
The Dark Divine Child, with his peerless physique, unleashed innate supreme arts to carve a path out, emerging relatively unscathed—his physical might shocking all.
The King of the Celestial Kingdom, having never entered the formation, remained unharmed. With a cold laugh, he declared his intent to hunt Wild down in the future.
…
The battle sent shockwaves everywhere. Witnesses trembled in disbelief.
The armies led by ancient freaks had been almost entirely wiped out. News spread, causing uproar across minor worlds.
This clash shook the Immortal Ancient and sent tremors through the outside world’s sects.
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