The Ten Supreme Treasures Technique!
Shi Hao’s eyes instantly lit up with excitement, his gaze fixed solely on that bone, as if nothing else existed.
“Hmph!”
A cold snort echoed through the cavern, laced with hostility and killing intent.
“So many people, and all of them experts,” Luo Dao muttered under his breath. Even someone as strong as him felt immense pressure—everyone here was a supreme being, not a single weakling among them.
Some he recognized as the most monstrous geniuses of their respective regions, while others, though unfamiliar, could be identified by their forms as the elites of their clans.
“Nearly two hundred people!” Lan Yichen gasped. Indeed, close to two hundred had made it to this final destination.
It was worth noting that their journey had been perilous—first clearing fifty trials, then surviving the tribulation of the meditation mats. Without Shi Hao, this monstrous powerhouse, none of them would have survived.
Yet, this cavern held nearly two hundred experts.
“Our path was one of the ten deadly routes,” Louis whispered, surprisingly optimistic.
“More have arrived to share our fortune. Do you brothers wish to let this continue?” someone suddenly sneered, voice dripping with malice.
“Indeed. The more who come, the fewer treasures remain. I agree—this should be stopped,” another responded.
Shi Hao withdrew his gaze and looked ahead. Rows of towering platforms stretched before him, each occupied by a figure—some fierce, some beautiful, some naturally elegant, men and women of various races.
One thing united them: they were all terrifyingly powerful.
The cavern’s atmosphere grew tense, thick with killing intent. Many on those platforms eyed Shi Hao’s group with hostility.
Shi Hao remained unfazed, his tone unyielding. “If you want a fight, come at me. I’ll take you all on!”
“Hahaha…” A mocking laugh echoed, its source shifting unpredictably. “You think you’re someone special? This isn’t your little backwater province. Foolish brat. Brothers, why hesitate? Send him on his way.”
The instigator’s words were icy, but no one here was a fool. None dared act recklessly, unwilling to be the first to strike. After all, this new group had emerged from a “deadly path”—they were not to be trifled with.
“Whoever’s hiding, if you’re so bold, why not step forward yourself?” Louis puffed out his chest defiantly.
“Listen, everyone. I’ll count to three, and we’ll attack together. With our divine senses synchronized, none will hesitate. Let’s finish them!” the voice hissed again, dripping with malice.
Instantly, the cavern turned frigid, murderous intent thickening. Many were tempted—if their divine senses resonated, they could act without fear of betrayal.
Luo Dao and Lan Yichen paled, stepping back. There were no weaklings here—if they all attacked at once, the consequences would be dire.
Worse, they suspected ancient freaks might be watching coldly from the shadows.
Shi Hao’s pupils contracted, forming faint symbols as he scanned the crowd. “No need to wait. You can attack now.”
With that, he strode forward, shaking the entire cavern with each step.
The pressure here was immense, yet Shi Hao moved with unwavering confidence, his every footfall resonating like the approach of a primordial beast.
His gaze locked onto a black-robed man. In a flash, he closed the distance and struck.
The man’s face twisted in shock—his concealment technique had failed. Shi Hao had seen right through him.
“You—!” He leapt from his platform, summoning treasures and unleashing divine abilities in a desperate counterattack.
What followed was shocking. Shi Hao’s sheer physical force sent the treasures flying, his fists shattering techniques. With a thunderous leap, he landed on the platform.
**Boom!**
Blood sprayed as they clashed.
The black-robed man screamed, fighting with everything he had—but in just a dozen exchanges, he was slain.
The crowd was stunned. Those who had reached this cavern were no weaklings—they were the strongest of the strong. Yet this newcomer had cut one down with terrifying ease.
It spoke volumes.
Still, some smirked, unimpressed, brimming with arrogance.
“These bumpkins must’ve arrived early—they don’t know about the Battle of Immortal Fall Ridge,” Louis muttered.
Luo Dao quickly silenced him. This was no place for careless words. Ancient freaks might be lurking, and drawing attention now would be fatal.
Shi Hao said nothing, leaping down from the platform. He sensed several auras that made even him wary. A warning flashed in his mind—they needed to be cautious.
But those auras vanished as quickly as they appeared, eluding his detection.
Undoubtedly, supreme experts lurked here.
Any battle here would shake heaven and earth.
“Let’s go.”
Shi Hao led the group forward, but Louis immediately groaned, unable to withstand the pressure. His face turned deathly pale.
“I’ll wait for you further back,” he conceded, knowing his limits.
Soon, Luo Dao and Lan Yichen also faltered, struggling to advance. They had barely reached the platforms.
After pushing past dozens, they could go no further.
“Climb the platforms. The pressure lessens there,” Shi Hao advised.
Sure enough, once they ascended empty platforms, the strain eased, allowing them to move freely.
“Fellow Daoist, why are you bleeding yourself?” Lan Yichen asked, startled.
A middle-aged man on a nearby platform had slit his wrist, letting blood drip onto the stone.
“Enlightenment. The blood nourishes the platform, allowing one to hear the true scriptures from the bone in the immortal cave,” the man explained, wary of Shi Hao’s group after witnessing their strength.
Luo Dao and Lan Yichen exchanged baffled glances. This was how they obtained the scriptures?
Why not enter the cave directly? Was it that dangerous?
“Many have died trying to enter that cave,” the man said.
Lan Yichen hesitated, then let a drop of his blue blood fall. The platform trembled, and a line of scripture echoed in his mind—one he’d heard before on the meditation mat.
“This… is too costly. A single line requires a drop of true blood. If the bone holds tens of thousands of lines, we’d be drained dry before finishing,” Luo Dao muttered.
Shi Hao ignored them, pressing onward toward the cave, where the foremost platforms stood.
The crowd watched in awe as he advanced steadily, unfazed by the crushing pressure.
Brilliant runes flared around him, resisting the mounting force, their radiance terrifying.
Along the way, Shi Hao saw bloodstains and dozens of corpses—those who had tried to force their way forward and perished.
He reached the front row, just a few yards from the cave. Thirty-six platforms stood here, facing the entrance.
Shi Hao’s heart clenched. Twenty of these platforms were already occupied, leaving sixteen empty.
This was alarming. The pressure here was unbearable for ordinary deities—even true gods would be crushed to paste.
These twenty were undoubtedly extraordinary. Among them, ancient freaks surely lurked.
Instead of charging into the cave, Shi Hao leapt onto the twenty-first platform and sat cross-legged.
Beneath the front row lay piles of bones—hundreds of them, some gleaming white, others shimmering purple-gold… remnants of past geniuses.
Some might even be ancient freaks.
Shi Hao studied them silently. Only a few on the front platforms were bleeding to decipher scriptures—the rest sat meditating, unmoving.
He nodded, refraining from bleeding himself. He would wait for the right moment to storm the cave.
“My brother took a different path. I wonder how he’s faring?” Shi Hao murmured. But he sensed the mark he’d left on Qin Hao still intact—no harm had befallen him.
“Brothers, we’ve waited long enough. With our numbers, we can attempt the cave now,” someone from the front row declared.
His gaze swept only the front platforms, ignoring the rest.
Suddenly, murmurs rose from behind. Another group had arrived, drawing gasps.
“Another survivor from the deadly path—and a woman at that!”
“To conquer a death route… how terrifying!”
After Shi Hao’s display, no one dared provoke the newcomers. Instead, many stared in awe.
This woman was transcendent, her beauty otherworldly, stirring hearts.
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. How different people were treated. This peerless beauty drew only admiration, not hostility.
Her long skirt fluttered as she glided forward with ethereal grace, unhindered by the pressure.
Her figure was exquisite, curves alluring, her hair a cascade of water-blue silk. A veil obscured her face, defying even divine sight.
Her eyes, vast and mesmerizing, shimmered like starry rivers, captivating all who met her gaze.
Then Shi Hao noticed—amid her blue tresses, a pair of horns peeked through.
“Dragon horns!” someone gasped.
A collective intake of breath followed.
“Could she be… the legendary Dragon Maiden?”
The crowd erupted. Among ancient freaks, one such woman stood supreme—a peerless beauty from the seas, unmatched in power.
“It’s her!”
Effortlessly, she reached the front row and ascended the twenty-second platform, seating herself beside Shi Hao.
“Now then, our strength should suffice. Shall we proceed?” another front-row occupant proposed.
One by one, they nodded—including Shi Hao and the horned beauty.
“Now!”
Twenty-two supreme experts, their might shaking the crowd, surged toward the cave, unleashing devastating techniques.
The immortal cave shimmered with chaotic mist and divine light, its barrier formidable.
But under the combined assault of these elites, the barrier wavered, then shattered. They charged inside.
Surprisingly, no blood was shed—they had succeeded.
Yet inside, they shrank to dust-sized specks. The jade table loomed like a mountain, the sacred bone scripture resting atop it.
Space itself was distorted—the table wasn’t small; they were.
“So many treasures!” someone cried.
The cave held artifacts of normal size—scriptures, magical tools, precious herbs.
“Divine herbs! Such fragrance!”
“An ancient treasure—the Cosmic Pouch!”
Chaos erupted as battles broke out over the spoils.
Shi Hao’s eyes narrowed. That pouch was woven from the hides of dozens of primordial beasts—even sect masters could be sealed within.
Amid the frenzy, some lunged for the jade table and the luminous bone.
The air thrummed with clashing techniques. Shi Hao fought savagely, his vision tinged red.
Then—**Hum!**
A restraining force descended, freezing everyone in place.
“The cave’s defenses are activating—to prevent its destruction.”
Power suppressed, combatants plummeted, the chaos intensifying.
Mist and light swirled, obscuring vision.
Shi Hao sensed someone behind him and lashed out blindly.
**Slap!**
The sound was crisp.
Turning, he found the Dragon Maiden glaring at him, her eyes blazing.
His stray strike had landed squarely on her shapely rear.
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