“So it was you from Tianyun Province, alive and ascended to the Upper Realm!” Shi Hao stood beneath an ancient tree, gazing at the figure on the opposite peak, sighing with such sentiment.
From the moment he first heard on Demon Island that the prodigy Li Yuncong had been utterly defeated by a pair of dual-pupiled eyes, he had harbored this suspicion. Today, it was confirmed.
“I knew you wouldn’t perish so easily in the Lower Realm. You endured and ascended after all,” Shi Yi murmured softly.
Clad in battle robes that shimmered with a gentle glow, his sleeves fluttering, his deep eyes seemed to contain swirling galaxies and misty chaos—an awe-inspiring sight, transcending the mortal realm.
Shi Yi was strikingly handsome, tall and robust, his presence alone marking him as a dragon among men, a phoenix among mortals.
The two spoke almost simultaneously, their words echoing one another, creating an eerie sense of either Tacit understanding or shared resonance.
Separated by a great distance, their gazes locked. Between them, ancient trees and boulders crumbled silently into dust under an invisible force.
A stone mountain shattered inch by inch, vanishing before the eyes of the onlookers!
The spectators trembled in fear. The two were still separated by an entire mountain, yet merely their auras clashing had wrought such devastation.
Shi Hao’s expression remained calm, but inwardly, he was shaken. His former rival, his clan’s elder cousin, had grown even more terrifying.
He studied Shi Yi’s eyes—no trace of dual pupils remained. Had they merged into one?
In the Lower Realm’s “Medicine Capital,” he had once encountered the legendary gray-robed woman with dual pupils, her eyes clear and unified, indistinguishable from an ordinary person’s.
That peerless woman, whose might shook the world, had once said: “At their zenith, dual pupils may merge or split anew, ascending to sublimation.”
Now, Shi Yi had clearly embarked on an invincible path!
The area was crowded with creatures drawn by the rumors of the Beast Nest. Sensing the anomaly, they rushed over and witnessed the spectacle.
While some scrutinized Luo Dao and Lan Yichen, those who dared to gaze upon Shi Yi felt their souls quake, as if their vision had plunged into a cosmic abyss.
Within his eyes, stars rotated amidst mist, recreating the heavens in a desolate universe—a sight so terrifying it threatened to consume their very souls, compelling them to kneel.
“Pfft!”
Powerful cultivators coughed blood, forcibly tearing their gazes away, their hearts filled with dread. This man was beyond scrutiny.
Others stood frozen, some collapsing weakly into the forest.
“What a terrifying man!” The nearby experts shuddered, not daring to probe further with their divine senses or meet his eyes.
A gust of wind swept through, suffocating all. The atmosphere grew oppressive, as if a true dragon and an ancient phoenix were locked in a deadly standoff.
“Step back,” Shi Hao warned Lu Yi and Luo Dao.
“Little brother, you’ve grown strong—stronger than I anticipated. Still as exceptional as ever,” Shi Yi spoke from the peak, his battle robes radiant, his voice calm, devoid of hatred or anger.
At this moment, he was transcendent, composed, and confident, his presence peerless.
“You’ve also surpassed my expectations,” Shi Hao replied. He had never underestimated the dual-pupiled one, considering him a formidable adversary.
In his youth, Shi Yi had been his sole rival, the one he had vowed to surpass.
Back then, Shi Yi had been truly invincible—bearing both the Supreme Bone and dual pupils, unmatched among the Lower Realm’s eight domains.
To surpass him, Shi Hao had endured unimaginable trials, even consuming the forbidden Taiyi True Water and the sands beneath the Fountain of Youth in the Hundred Shattered Mountains.
Such madness, all to surpass Shi Yi!
That alone spoke volumes of Shi Yi’s strength.
Few could ever push Shi Hao to such extremes.
Yet, Shi Yi had ultimately fallen—slain by the Little Stone in the Void God Realm. Whether due to underestimation or other factors, his defeat was undeniable.
That battle had cemented Shi Hao’s rise, his name shaking the world, forging an unshakable belief in his own invincibility.
“Crack!”
The two Shi’s clashed, their bone scripts erupting into a blinding divine light, threatening to tear the very void asunder.
This was a confrontation of the highest order, an invisible collision of wills!
Their reunion sent shockwaves through the Immortal Fall Ridge, stirring every creature within. The sheer intensity of their auras left all trembling in awe.
“Are you the dual-pupiled Shi Yi?” Qin Hao stepped forward, hovering in mid-air as he regarded the extraordinary man on the opposite peak.
“You should call me elder cousin,” Shi Yi replied with a gentle smile.
Qin Hao’s brows arched. “A man once slain by my brother dares ask me to address him as kin?”
“Victory or defeat aside, blood binds us. By right, you should,” Shi Yi said calmly, his eyes deep as the sea.
“Dual pupils—I’ve long wished to challenge one. Dare you face me?” Qin Hao demanded.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Originally intent on sparring with Shi Hao, Qin Hao now turned his focus to this prodigious yet complicated clansman.
“You’re still young. Wait three years, and watch as I face your brother,” Shi Yi replied.
Qin Hao’s aura erupted, his runes blazing like a tidal wave, shaking the ancient earth.
The onlookers gasped. These three belonged to the same clan?
“All from the Lower Realm, all of the Shi Clan—I know who they are now!”
“Heavens! Three Supreme prodigies from one family? This can’t be real! How can others compete?”
The Immortal Fall Ridge erupted in uproar.
Beyond its borders, the great sects watched in stunned silence.
Was there no justice in this world?
Three Supreme prodigies from one lineage—such glory was beyond words, a spectacle that left all speechless.
If these three young titans united, they could overturn the Immortal Ancient itself!
The clans were restless, the sects uneasy. This was beyond comprehension—three peerless talents, all of the Shi bloodline, making even sect masters’ eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
Envy gnawed at them. Such a phenomenon, if born within their own clans, would herald an era of unrivaled prosperity!
Their only solace lay in the brothers’ discord—perhaps even a life-and-death battle awaited.
“Let them fight. Otherwise, with Six Crown King Ning Chuan approaching, things may turn dire…” many worried.
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**Immortal Ancient, Nest Realm.**
Ning Chuan, clad in snow-white robes, glided above the flowers, serene as an immortal king descending. He neared the heart of the ancient land.
“All hail the Six Crown King!”
Along the path, a group of over a dozen cultivators from the Fire Cloud Cave and the Dragon Demon Sect—ancient sects tasked with suppressing the Sinful Province—knelt in reverence, their eyes alight with fervor.
Ning Chuan, born under celestial omens, bore divine patterns at birth, his arrival illuminating the heavens.
Tied to great sects like the Fire Cloud Cave and the Floating Truth Valley, he was revered as the guardian of the righteous path.
Ning Chuan motioned for them to rise. Clad in radiant light, he held a prayer bead strand pointing forward, his voice gentle. “The sinful descendants are near.”
“We pledge to follow the Six Crown King and eradicate the sinful remnants!” one shouted.
Among the group, even a prodigy knelt, offering his blade.
Ning Chuan nodded. “Good.”
The tremors from Immortal Fall Ridge were palpable now—a clash of titans.
Ancient trees towered, streams murmured.
The mountains stirred as countless creatures turned their gazes.
“Heavens! Another supreme being approaches—is that… the Six Crown King?”
The region erupted. The legendary ancient freak, the peerless Ning Chuan, had arrived!
Bathed in holy light, his silver hair cascaded, his beauty surpassing even that of maidens. With each step, divine rain scattered, as if he tread the path from the immortal realm.
Six times he had emerged, sealing his legend as one of the strongest in history.
“I come for the sinful descendants. All others, withdraw,” Ning Chuan declared, his sacred aura silencing the crowd, inspiring worship.
His gaze fixed on three figures standing apart, their presence stirring something within him.
His prayer beads blazed, pointing unerringly forward.
“Withdraw at once!” his followers barked.
One raised a bone mirror, bellowing, “Sinful descendants, reveal yourselves! The Six Crown King has come to uphold the righteous path!”
“The righteous path must be defended!” the others roared, their voices like thunder.
Yet, the unexpected occurred.
As the bone mirror’s light swept forth, the heavens trembled!
Above the three figures, radiant characters—”SIN”—blazed in the sky, accompanied by divine resonance.
Sinful blood shattered the clouds; sacred light pierced the heavens!
“What… is this?!” The mirror-bearer staggered back, chilled to the bone.
Three. Not one, but three sinful descendants, each with heaven-shaking auras.
Even the Six Crown King would gasp.
Worse yet, the three—previously at odds—now turned as one, their hostility united against this new threat.
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