At the exit of the secret realm, amidst the clamor and heated discussions of the crowd, Qin Changsheng sat cross-legged in the void, his expression unreadable, his eyes unfathomably deep.
Yet, everyone felt a chilling sensation, as if a cold metal spear tip were pressed against their backs, raising goosebumps.
The other sect leaders also revealed strange expressions, their eyes swirling with starlight, vast and boundless, exuding an aura of silence and destruction that inspired fear.
“Which ancient sect does this disciple belong to? He’s far too reckless,” an old woman clad in golden robes spoke. She was a Golden Luan, seated there with even her pupils gleaming gold.
Even the other great figures were inwardly unsettled, though they remained as still as stone, faint wisps of chaotic energy swirling around them, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Could he be from one of the legendary hidden sects? But if so, they would have surely notified the local authorities. Why would they not even greet the master of this land?
Those sects were feared, and this incident only deepened the mystery.
“Whoever he is, he must come out eventually,” Zi Meng said calmly. He was gaunt and withered, his figure indistinct in the void, silent as a boulder—the ancient ancestor of the Hou Clan.
His words were plain, yet they carried an undeniable threat. Clearly, once the people inside the secret realm emerged, everyone would be scrutinized, with no chance to hide.
He was a great terror who had lived from the ancient times to this era. If he truly acted, no one would dare resist!
Qin Changsheng exhaled a stream of innate essence from his nose and mouth, his eyes cold and merciless. He saw this as a challenge to his authority and demanded an explanation.
Many of the Qin Clan’s deities had been slain inside, like a resounding slap to the face of the entire Everlasting Mountain.
Whoever emerged from the secret realm would be thoroughly investigated. The so-called “Young Demon King” would not escape!
A chilling killing intent spread, making everyone shiver as the temperature of the entire world plummeted—a reflection of the Everlasting Heavenly Lord’s fury!
He burned with rage, seeing this as a personal insult.
The heroes murmured among themselves. This incident would surely spread across the lands, and the name of the Young Demon King—Huang—would shake the great sects.
Deep within the secret realm, atop the nine sacred mountains…
The battle had ended, and peace returned. Everyone had retreated into the grand palace to contemplate the insights left behind by the Primordial Heaven Supreme.
On the sixth sacred mountain, the Qin Clan had withdrawn. The Great Demonic God sat cross-legged, continuing his meditation.
Shi Hao, however, wandered about, unsettling the remaining creatures, who watched him warily. Having already grasped the insights, he no longer needed seclusion.
Purple mist swirled around the mountain, fragrant with ancient herbs. Shi Hao left the palace and found a clear, spirit-rich spring, where he began preparing ingredients.
Holding a divine-grade bone knife, he deftly gutted and skinned a Purple-Gold True Hou. Its blood shimmered with radiant light, brimming with essence.
Many widened their eyes in shock—what was he doing?
“Heavens! The young prodigy of the Purple-Gold True Hou Clan, slaughtered just like that? It seems he’s treating it as mere game, planning to eat it!”
The crowd was stunned. The Hou Clan was terrifying, especially this one, a leader among their younger generation—now reduced to food.
Shi Hao worked swiftly, skinning and cleaning the beast. Its flesh was crystalline, emitting purple radiance and auspicious energy—a pure-blooded descendant of the Hou Clan.
“The meat is beyond words.”
With practiced ease, he butchered the True Hou, keeping only four glowing legs. He placed the lustrous meat into a purple bone cauldron, adding spirit spring water to stew.
“If we’re eating, let’s do it right. Might as well finish the other one too,” Shi Hao muttered.
Soon, the crowd gaped again as he plucked the feathers from a Crimson-Feathered Crane, gutted it, and washed it by the spring.
“Good heavens! A deity, reduced to this state!”
People were speechless. Even a powerhouse from the Flame Demon Palace had become food, destined to be boiled into a delicacy for the Young Demon King.
“It ignited its divine flame, yet ended up as someone’s meal!”
Their expressions were a mix of shock and disbelief—this was madness!
“I’ve never eaten a god before,” Shi Hao mused.
His bone knife flashed as he kept the crane’s wings and legs, tossing the rest into the cauldron. The meat shimmered brilliantly.
“Such fine ingredients.” He summoned his Dao flames to cook the glowing meat and bones.
Shi Hao, now a supreme expert in the Venerable Realm, produced scorching Dao flames that quickly brought the cauldron to a boil. Radiant mist erupted, and a mouthwatering aroma filled the air.
The meat inside was extraordinary—crystalline, tender, and glowing, more like treasure than food.
“So fragrant!”
Shi Hao inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.
For mortals, this was akin to immortal meat, capable of prolonging life. For him, it was a potent tonic—pure-blooded True Hou and divine flesh!
The aroma and radiant mist made others swallow hard, their mouths watering.
They knew this cauldron of meat was a miraculous elixir!
“Stew it tender—that’s when it’s best!” Shi Hao muttered.
He then prepared the four Hou legs and the crane’s wings, roasting them over the flames.
“Mmm, delicious!”
Shi Hao’s eyes sparkled as the meat turned golden and crispy, its rich aroma filling the air. Fat dripped onto the flames, sizzling.
Soon, the crowd was speechless again. Despite being a cultivator, he even carried honey, slathering it onto the golden wings and legs with practiced ease.
Was this really a Chosen One? He seemed more like a gourmand!
“Grandfather, let’s eat while discussing the Primordial Heaven Supreme’s insights,” Shi Hao called.
“Good!” the Great Demonic God agreed heartily, producing several jars of strong liquor. The moment the seals were broken, an intoxicating aroma wafted out.
“Perfect! Big bites of meat, big gulps of wine—that’s the way!” Shi Hao grinned.
The aroma here was overwhelming. The cauldron bubbled, the meat tender and glowing.
Shi Hao took a bite and exclaimed in delight, the rich flavor bursting in his mouth.
“One more seasoning, and it’ll be divine—enough to melt your tongue.”
He produced a golden vine, its broken end oozing golden sap—the Sun God Vine.
Sadly, he hadn’t obtained its treasure technique; the runes had self-destructed.
“This clan isn’t medicinal, but its spiritual properties are likely no weaker than a saint herb!” the Great Demonic God remarked.
Without hesitation, Shi Hao tossed the vine into the cauldron.
The crowd was dumbfounded. Who had ever heard of such a method? The Sun God Vine, a mighty race, reduced to seasoning!
“Alright, let’s eat!”
Grandfather and grandson feasted heartily.
Each held a golden, crispy crane wing, devouring it with relish before washing it down with strong liquor, sighing in satisfaction.
Everyone was speechless. Was this still a secret realm competition? It looked more like a picnic—these two were outrageous.
“Grandfather, try the stewed meat. With the Sun God Vine, the flavor is indescribable.”
Shi Hao savored the taste, then downed another bowl of wine. His pores emitted radiant essence, his body wreathed in light.
This cauldron of divine meat was too potent—containing a deity, a saint herb, and pure-blooded True Hou.
The Great Demonic God was the same, every pore exuding radiant light, wrapped in runes.
“This is a bit wasteful. Let’s add some spirit herbs and refine it into a sacred elixir for cultivation and reshaping the secret realm,” Shi Hao suggested.
The medicinal properties were too intense. With a few more herbs, it would become a peerless treasure.
“Good idea,” the Great Demonic God agreed.
Soon, Shi Hao tossed in golden ginseng, crimson jade lotus, and purple-gold mushrooms, refining them together.
The liquid glowed, shooting beams of light into the sky, an astonishing sight.
Grandfather and grandson drank liquor, ate divine meat, and sipped medicinal soup. The area was bathed in holy light, filled with fragrance and runes.
At the same time, they discussed the Primordial Heaven Supreme’s insights.
Everyone was dumbstruck. Wouldn’t such potent nourishment be overwhelming? The divine essence was excessive!
Many were also envious—this was sheer extravagance, beyond reason.
At the mountain’s base, a palm-sized rabbit appeared, snow-white and crystalline, with ruby-like eyes. It sniffed the air, drawn by the aroma, and climbed upward.
Seeing the cauldron’s treasures—especially the Sun God Vine—its eyes widened in outrage.
“So much good food! Saint herbs should be eaten raw!” it fumed.
Then it spotted the meat and leaped back, patting its chest. “How terrifying! Meat-eating brutes!”
“Little rabbit, you’re here too. Want some Sun God Vine?” Shi Hao teased.
The Moon Jade Rabbit puffed up in anger. It did crave the golden vine—it would greatly benefit from it—but it was stewed with meat, leaving it conflicted.
“Come, try it.”
“No way!”
“This is good for you. As a Moon Jade Rabbit, solar essence would be invaluable,” Shi Hao coaxed.
The rabbit hesitated.
“One bite, and your cultivation will soar.”
“I only eat plants!”
…
Yet, half an hour later, the snow-white rabbit, eyes wide, finally took a bite—then froze.
“How is it?” Shi Hao asked.
“Strange taste,” it muttered.
“That’s the charm. Try another.” Shi Hao handed it a curled golden leaf.
“It’s… okay. Just weird.” Then it noticed the leaf had tiny meat strands—it had eaten some!
“Ah! I’ll kill you!” the rabbit shrieked.
“Too late. You ate it willingly,” Shi Hao laughed.
“Heavens, I ate meat! Heavens, I ate meat…” The rabbit hopped around, repeating itself.
…
An hour later, the scene grew even more absurd. A tipsy rabbit, hugging a wine jar, hiccuped and fought Shi Hao for meat.
“Mm, meat is delicious! So tasty!”
“Gone… such a pure little rabbit, corrupted,” someone lamented.
“Don’t be fooled. That’s the Moon Jade Rabbit—frighteningly strong. Save your pity.”
Even Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God were speechless. They’d meant to tease it, but now it was drunk and stealing their food.
Luckily, the True Hou and deity provided enough for all.
The rabbit, now drunk, bounced around wildly, nearly falling into the cauldron.
Finally, Shi Hao ignored it. After consuming enough elixirs, he closed his eyes to reshape his Foundation Establishment Realm, his body glowing.
The Great Demonic God did the same, refining the medicinal power.
They weren’t worried about enemies—they could awaken at any moment.
Back when Shi Hao fought the Seven Deities, he’d taken a Minor Nirvana Pill to break through to the Venerable Realm. Now, he sought to solidify that realm.
After his resurrection, he’d studied deeply, mastering all its mysteries.
Now, reshaping it was effortless!
In the Engraving Realm, he’d imprinted the Primordial True Explanation’s runes into his flesh. In the Foundation Establishment Realm, he carved the Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram into his body.
He also incorporated his own insights, along with the Kun Peng Art and Samsara runes—a staggering feat.
Cao Yusheng, the chubby kid, had inscribed the Third Killing Array of the Upper Realm into his body, granting immense power.
Shi Hao believed the Ten Thousand Spirits Diagram, combined with the Primordial True Explanation, would yield extraordinary results in the long run.
Of course, in the Venerable and Divine Flame Realms, he could still inscribe formations. If he obtained a pre-world-destruction killing array, he could add it later.
Boom!
Finally, Shi Hao achieved perfection.
He had reshaped all his cultivation realms, reaching flawless completion. The Venerable Realm, being newly entered, could be refined gradually.
Crackling sounds echoed as his body gleamed, pristine and transcendent, yet his eyes blazed with divine light when opened—a mix of serenity and might.
Quiet as an immortal, fierce as a demon—a profound and growing aura.
The Great Demonic God awoke, smiling.
The rabbit lay sprawled, a wine jar on its belly, utterly drunk.
“This rabbit would make a fine stew,” Shi Hao joked.
Hearing this, the rabbit jolted upright, eyes red, gnashing its teeth.
Soon, the Great Demonic God organized the Primordial Heaven Supreme’s insights.
Two days later, the nine sacred mountains glowed, resonating with the Great Dao. Many vanished from the spot.
“Five days were given for comprehension. Those who passed were teleported to the highest hall!” someone exclaimed.
Most remained, while only a few succeeded—Shi Hao, the Great Demonic God, and the rabbit were among them, transported to a hall shrouded in chaotic mist.
The moment he entered, Shi Hao shuddered. The golden parchment in his chest grew hot, lightning flickering within, tingling his skin.
“Indeed, the hidden lower chapter is here—this must be a supreme forbidden technique!” he affirmed.
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