“Buzz!”
The sound reverberated as a string of bird beaks, scales, and beast fangs reappeared, strung together and suspended in the void, radiating sacred light that shone directly upon Shi Hao.
“Hmm?” Not only was Shi Hao taken aback, but everyone else was equally stunned. Could it be… the Six Crown King himself had arrived?!
Soon, Shi Hao understood. This mysterious bracelet was collecting his aura, imprinting the fluctuations of his divine soul—this was a prelude to his execution once he entered the Immortal Ancient.
The observing deities also grasped the bracelet’s purpose. If they couldn’t slay the descendant of the Sinful Blood, they would at least record his essence. Once inside the Immortal Ancient, they would hunt him down in the shortest time possible.
Shi Hao remained cold and unafraid, staring at the bracelet as he declared, “Scram! Once I enter the Immortal Ancient, I will annihilate you!”
Such arrogance, such defiance—it left many speechless. Since ancient times, had any being at the Noble realm ever dared utter such words?
To openly declare his intent to slay Ning Chuan within the Immortal Ancient!
Not just the hundreds of thousands of Nobles, but even the True Gods and Heavenly Gods watching were stunned. This descendant of the Sinful Blood was unyielding, fearless of all consequences.
This era, the Immortal Ancient belonged to the ancient freaks. Though the Sinful Blood descendant was extraordinary, did he truly possess such foundation?
“Sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. Once you enter the Immortal Ancient, we’ll see how you ‘liberate’ yourself!” a deity sneered with palpable hostility.
“The petals of the Immortal Flower will reflect whether you stand tall or grovel at another’s feet,” muttered many from the ancient sects that had suffered heavy losses, their expressions dark.
Beyond the battlefield, a young girl appeared. With a wave of her hand, the bracelet shot toward her like a streak of light. She cradled it solemnly before vanishing.
“Quite the spectacle,” Shi Hao snorted, making no move to pursue.
He ascended to the fourth tier of the altar, his pace still swift, leaving the Nobles below in despair. This was beyond monstrous.
Was this even a trial? Others climbed step by step, as if bearing mountains, yet he strode forward effortlessly—utterly demoralizing, a true test of the others’ mental fortitude.
With a whoosh, Shi Hao leaped onto the fifth tier, where the pressure intensified, slowing his steps slightly.
To his surprise, he spotted several figures ahead, struggling to advance. While he had been delayed in battle, some had already climbed higher.
These were extraordinary—undoubtedly the elite among the Nobles of their regions!
In truth, reaching the third tier alone nearly guaranteed qualification, as fewer than ten thousand Nobles could make it that far.
Those who climbed higher sought to test their limits, aiming for the stone bowl atop the ninth tier—the vessel holding the Supreme Liquid.
On the sixth tier, the pressure grew heavier, yet it did little to hinder Shi Hao’s advance.
Here, he encountered two more figures—a man and a woman, both formidable, now drenched in sweat under the immense strain.
When they saw Shi Hao ascending steadily, their faces paled, sweat pouring down. It was devastating—a blow to their confidence!
Beyond the battlefield, all spectators were shaken, sensing something extraordinary was about to unfold.
The factions of the Demon Dragon Path, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luofu True Valley wore grim expressions. Their disciples had been utterly defeated on Sin Province’s grounds, all felled by a single individual.
“He’s reached the seventh tier!” someone exclaimed.
Shi Hao’s steps remained steady as he arrived at the seventh tier, now halfway up the colossal altar, high enough to overlook the surroundings.
This stirred many. For years, even the most powerful geniuses could only reach this tier with great difficulty, often barely surviving the ordeal.
Yet this youth ascended so effortlessly, striding upward along the winding path!
“Boom!”
When Shi Hao stepped onto the eighth tier, his body shuddered violently, as if struck by a mountain range from the primordial era. His bones crackled under the pressure.
Here, amidst the clouds, his ascent dispersed the mist with sheer force.
Below, Nobles who realized what had happened gaped in disbelief, staring upward as if seeing a ghost.
Distant cultivators were equally stunned. For over thirty thousand years, no one had set foot on the eighth tier—all had failed.
This youth, this descendant of the Sinful Blood, was about to break a thirty-thousand-year silence.
“Tsk!” Someone inhaled sharply, murmuring as they watched his back, “There’s something familiar about him—his demeanor, his unshakable confidence… it reminds me of… Huang!”
A few harbored suspicions but lacked proof.
Regardless, once inside the Immortal Ancient, all identities would be laid bare.
“I look forward to uncovering who he truly is, what identities he hides!” someone whispered.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao’s steps echoed on the eighth tier, causing the colossal, pitch-black Supreme Ancient Altar to tremble under the weight of his presence.
The hundreds of thousands of Nobles below were horrified. Even if they couldn’t see, they knew—someone had reached the eighth tier, for legend held that only there could the altar be shaken.
“Thud… thud…”
The footsteps resonated like divine drums, their rhythm unbroken, driving some Nobles to vomit blood as the altar’s pulsations synchronized with their life force.
“Boom!”
Another tremor, and the Supreme Ancient Altar erupted in radiance. Chanting filled the air—scriptures, hymns, as if the cosmos itself sang.
The massive altar quaked, light overflowing.
“Heavens! He’s broken an eighty-thousand-year record—he’s reached the ninth tier!”
At this moment, every face froze in shock.
Simultaneously, a crystalline monument materialized in the void—the Glory Stele. Those who reached the ninth tier could inscribe their names upon it.
The world fell into uproar. Nobles and spectators alike erupted in clamor.
The stele floated before Shi Hao. After a moment’s thought, he carved the radiant sigil from his forehead onto its surface.
“Sin!”
The ancient sects’ representatives scowled at the sight, never expecting such a name.
“This is honor. This is merit. This is glory. One day, the truth will be known to all!” Shi Hao’s voice thundered across the skies, reaching every ear.
The stele bore other names—legendary figures of antiquity, some now mighty overlords, others long turned to dust.
Shi Hao glanced at them before pressing onward, toward the center, where the bowl awaited.
The ninth tier’s pressure dwarfed the last, multiplying severalfold. Even Shi Hao’s formidable physique groaned under the strain, his bones resonating like thunder.
Now, it was as if he carried the heavens themselves!
Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, he never paused, never faltered—his pace unbroken, his rhythm unchanged.
“This… has never happened before!”
In the past, even the most dazzling talents had to endure grueling struggles to reach the center. Yet he advanced with such ease!
This was nothing short of a miracle!
Soon, he arrived at the heart, where a stone bowl hovered in the void, brimming with radiant liquid.
A refreshing fragrance wafted forth, intoxicating to the senses.
“Snap!”
Shi Hao’s hand touched the bowl, cool to the touch. Instantly, auspicious light erupted, dazzling and divine.
Another stele appeared, recording the feat. Shi Hao inscribed his name once more.
For even those who reached the ninth tier often failed to claim the bowl, collapsing in despair before being expelled from the altar.
Shi Hao had succeeded, reaching the ultimate destination.
“Sin. Speed record: fastest ascent in Sin Province’s two hundred thousand years.”
A simple line, yet it stunned all who read it.
Not only was the record astounding, but everyone knew—he had wasted considerable time along the way!
He had circled the altar, battled foes on the third tier, and crushed the Six Crown King’s subordinates. That had taken time.
Yet despite the delays, he had set an unbelievable record.
Had he not been delayed, how fast could he have been? What heights might he have reached?
“We’ve gravely underestimated the Sinful Blood descendant. He’s far stronger than we thought—but now, we can’t warn our disciples!” someone lamented.
Across the provinces, selections were underway, each with different trials, all within the Spirit Realm. Once concluded, the victors would be sent directly into the Untamed Wasteland.
Shi Hao gripped the bowl, shaking the void as he lifted it to his lips.
A line of shimmering script appeared, detailing the Supreme Liquid’s origins.
This liquid was the imprint of deities, the essence of the Spirit Realm, condensed from the void over countless millennia.
Shi Hao was awed. It contained the divine dao, a sacred elixir for refining the nascent soul and nurturing the spirit—even capable of rebirth, shedding the old shell to birth a holy embryo.
“This is extraordinary!” Shi Hao’s heart raced.
Perhaps, when igniting his divine flame, this Supreme Liquid would prove invaluable!
Without hesitation, he drank deeply, though he did not refine it. Instead, he let it encase his divine soul, forming a radiant halo.
Another line appeared, informing him that having claimed the liquid, he could never return for more. This was his sole chance.
Shi Hao didn’t mind. Once was enough.
After a brief pause, he leaped from the Supreme Ancient Altar.
“Boom!”
The earth trembled as he landed like a demon sovereign, hair wild, eyes blazing like lightning.
This journey had been immensely fruitful. Everything was prepared—now, he awaited entry into the Untamed Wasteland.
Suddenly, Shi Hao sensed imminent danger. Yet around him were only defeated Nobles, unwilling to leave. Could it be them?
He retreated swiftly, seeking to evade.
“Boom!”
A flood of light engulfed the area, blinding and terrifying.
A dharma wheel transformed into a barrier, sealing a ten-zhang radius. Within that confined space, hundreds of forbidden artifacts swarmed—soul-piercing needles, soul-suppressing pagodas, soul-rending bells…
There was no room to dodge.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. These were lethal tools, capable of killing within the Spirit Realm—just as he had experienced in the Void God Realm.
Contact meant spiritual decay, leading to death in reality.
Worse, in this cramped space, the artifacts detonated, far deadlier than those in the Void God Realm, hurtling toward him.
“Break!”
Shi Hao roared. The wings of the Kun Peng spread, his fists of reincarnation shook the heavens, and the Thunder Emperor’s treasure technique blazed. The collision was like a sun’s explosion—none could see what transpired within.
Moments later, with a deafening crash, the dharma wheel shattered. The supreme formation crafted by an arch-priest was broken, its deadly contents reduced to dust.
Shi Hao emerged, hair disheveled but unharmed, his gaze icy. He seized the fleeing Nobles, probing their memories without a word.
Then, his eyes blazed with killing intent.
“Pfft! Pfft!”
He annihilated them with a thought, then soared into the air—charging straight toward the distant spectators, targeting the deities themselves!
Chaos erupted. Everyone was dumbstruck. This youth was too ferocious! There were Heavenly Gods present—yet he attacked without hesitation!
Ah, they realized—Heavenly Gods were restricted here.
What temper! To rage against deities themselves!
All watched, transfixed, as the storm unfolded.
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