The purple mist dispersed, revealing nine sacred mountains arranged in a grand and majestic formation, vast and imposing.
This was the inheritance ground!
The gathered heroes had fought their way here, many bleeding from wounds sustained in fierce battles. The crowd was immense, each faction holding their ground, their eyes gleaming as they gazed upon the towering mountains.
A flock of fire crows took flight, their black wings spreading like a dozen dark suns as they surged forward. They belonged to the same clan, natives of this secret realm.
Leading them was a divine being, its body wreathed in black divine flames that twisted the void. It led its kin through the sky, charging toward the ancient land!
“Whoosh!”
A two-meter-long purple centipede, wreathed in surging violet flames—a true deity—leapt from the ground, lunging into the air.
Instantly, eight fire crows were corroded by the venomous mist it spewed, their flesh melting into black sludge that pattered to the ground.
The black divine leader’s gaze turned icy as it spread its wings and attacked. A fierce battle erupted between the two.
In the sky, blood-stained feathers fluttered down like withered leaves.
The centipede’s body was as hard as violet gold, clanging loudly when struck by the crows’ sharp talons and beaks. Even divine artifacts sparked against it, leaving no damage.
The divine-level battle was brutal and swiftly decided. The fire crow, grievously wounded with half its body corroded to exposed bone, fled into the distance, while its offspring were annihilated.
The purple centipede was shrouded in mist, its venom transforming into violet glyphs that spread outward. Any living being that touched them would dissolve into pus and blood.
“Boom!”
Not far away, a fiery-red dire bull erupted, treading on molten lava, its divine flames surging. Its massive horns radiated dazzling light as it charged toward the Lightning Child.
The Lightning Child soared—flight was now possible here.
His skull glowed as the thunder runes bestowed by the heavens manifested, unleashing thousands of arcs that lashed at the ancient bull. Lightning and flames intertwined between them.
“Seeking death!” A voice coldly rang out a thousand zhang away—the scion of the Immortal Palace had also encountered an enemy.
This was a mammoth that had taken human form, though its head remained that of an elephant, standing ten zhang tall with immense strength. It wielded a massive blade several zhang long, swinging it down with such force that the void twisted.
The mammoth was surrounded by faint divine flames, on the verge of igniting its divine spark. Its massive, pristine blade, carved from its own tusk, unleashed world-shaking power—a racial talent allowing it to uproot mountains and flatten plains with ease.
“Clang!”
The blinding glow of the tusk blade clashed against a halberd.
The Immortal Palace scion stood tall and imposing, his pupils transforming into symbols. In an instant, the mammoth’s movements slowed, clearly reflected in his mind—a divine ability he rarely deigned to use. But against this soon-to-be deity, he held nothing back, unwilling to be delayed.
Halberd and tusk blade clashed repeatedly, their bone runes intertwining, releasing waves of divine resonance!
“Thud!”
With a flip of his wrist, the scion’s halberd severed the mammoth’s massive head. Blood gushed like a river from the headless corpse.
“Ah—!” A scream echoed five hundred paces away—a powerful young prodigy had been slain.
His opponent was a scorpion resembling blue diamond, translucent and shimmering with an oceanic azure glow.
The size of a millstone, its dreamlike blue form concealed a deadly stinger, cold light glinting as it lurked in the void. At the critical moment, its tail lashed out like blue lightning, piercing the earth.
“Thud!”
Blood sprayed, and the scream was harrowing.
Swift, precise, ruthless—the scorpion was merciless. Its stinger, sharper than any spear, impaled the prodigy through the chest, blood blossoming from the wound.
The prodigy writhed in agony, his pain so visceral even onlookers felt it as if they themselves had been pierced.
It was a fatal blow. Even without venom, the scorpion’s tail was lethal, tearing through the prodigy’s body and spilling his lifeblood.
“Crack!”
With a flick of its tail, the scorpion shattered the prodigy’s body, scattering his remains across the void.
This scorpion was a deity—powerful and terrifying.
Such was the brutality of this battlefield. Even the young supremes of great clans could fall here.
And this was but one corner of the conflict before a single purple mountain.
Nine sacred mountains stood here, wreathed in purple mist, their slopes lush with ancient herbs.
Elsewhere, at the foot of another purple mountain, the Enchantress sat wounded, meditating to heal. Nearby, the plant-type prodigy, Black Orchid, also suffered heavy damage, its leaves withered.
Suddenly, the grating sound of metal plates filled the air—a swarm of tens of thousands of bronze beetles, led by several Venerables, descended upon the area.
The crowd shuddered. These strange insects devoured everything—flesh, metal, artifacts—and in such numbers, their power was terrifying.
“Boom!”
At the mountain’s base, a youth with wild black hair raised a golden lantern skyward and roared, unleashing boundless blood energy.
He erupted, channeling divine flames like a hurricane that engulfed the bronze beetles. The air filled with piercing shrieks as the swarm burned.
Tens of thousands of insects, including Venerables, were set ablaze, thrashing and wailing before melting into metallic liquid that seared through stone, earth, and ancient trees.
This was a chaotic, merciless battle, where even Divine Flame experts could perish at any moment.
Shi Hao’s group faced similar dangers. The sky was filled with flying artifacts—spears, swords, arcs of lightning, and surging flames.
Shi Hao encountered a grave threat: a deity was attacking him—a pure-blooded divine bird, the Bifang.
Resembling a red-crowned crane, its body was azure with crimson speckles, its beak white, and it had only one leg. Each flap of its wings summoned raging flames—a true fire deity.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God stood behind their cauldron, unleashing lightning and curses.
Amidst the storm of thunder and fire, both sides were grim. Fortunately, the cauldron’s lid, adorned with a phoenix, absorbed the flames.
After a prolonged battle, the Bifang weakened, its divine flames dimming under the relentless curses.
“Boom!”
A golden whip-like shadow lashed out, and the Bifang shrieked as it was struck.
A golden elephant, towering dozens of zhang tall, had ambushed it. Its trunk, more fearsome than any divine whip, shattered the Bifang’s bones with a single blow before turning its attack on Shi Hao.
“Hmph!”
Shi Hao snorted. The strongest beings at this mountain had all emerged—aside from him and a few prodigies, all were Divine Flame experts.
Cloaked in lightning, he silently unfurled his Kun Peng wings, reaching an astonishing speed as he tangled with the elephant’s trunk.
No longer restricted by flight prohibitions, he moved freely.
The cauldron glowed, unleashing a waterfall of lightning to block the golden elephant. Suddenly, the trunk coiled around it, threatening to seize it.
But then—a shocking reversal!
The cauldron trembled violently, and a celestial river surged upward, flooding into the elephant’s trunk.
Instantly, the golden elephant roared in agony, flinging the cauldron away as its trunk exploded, charred black. The worst of the curses spread, leaving it in dire straits.
The Bifang, though injured, glared fiercely and retreated.
“Whoosh!”
A dazzling blade light split the sky—a jade-green mantis, as tall as a man, its arms razor-sharp, clashed with another prodigy.
“Thud!”
The blade’s radiance stunned all present. The mantis was terrifyingly strong, beheading the prodigy in a single stroke, blood fountaining high.
The only solace was that the prodigy’s “life talisman” had not yet been used, dissolving his body into motes of light as he vanished.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God began their ascent, flanked by the golden elephant and the mantis. None dared attack the others recklessly.
Behind them, more creatures followed—natives and outsiders alike—but none could rival these three factions.
“Whoosh!”
Divine flames blotted the sky as the Bifang, unwilling to concede, ambushed Shi Hao again.
“Do I seem weak to you?” Shi Hao murmured. Waiting until the last moment, he and his grandfather activated the cauldron together.
“Swish!”
The cauldron expanded suddenly, swallowing the Bifang whole.
Already crippled by the elephant’s strike and the curses, the divine bird couldn’t evade.
“Clang!”
The lid sealed shut. Inside, endless lightning and curses raged.
Soon, Shi Hao overturned the cauldron, and a charred, withered divine bird tumbled out.
“Such a waste—a pure-blooded Divine Flame beast,” he lamented. To him, it was a rare delicacy and potent medicine, now ruined.
The other creatures shuddered, keeping their distance.
Soon, Shi Hao’s group reached the summit, where a colossal palace stood shrouded in mist.
The same was true for the other eight mountains—powerful beings were ascending each.
Every purple mountain housed a grand palace, solemn and sacred—each an inheritance ground!
Entering the hall, divine resonance shook their bodies and souls.
The walls were covered in runes and insights—not specific techniques, but the experiences and epiphanies of the Primal Chaos Supreme during his cultivation.
This was even more precious!
“This is a test—those who resonate most with these insights will be transported to the highest sanctum!” someone whispered, realizing the truth.
The Primal Chaos Supreme was choosing his successor.
Shi Hao and the Great Demonic God sat in meditation, absorbing the divine resonance and studying the insights, deeply moved.
In a trance, they glimpsed another life—a rise from a humble clan, battles against countless foes, slaying geniuses, soaring to greatness, and finally, falling.
Shi Hao immersed himself, savoring the supreme’s breakthroughs across realms.
“This is immensely enlightening!”
He was reconstructing his own path, comparing it to the supreme’s insights. Clarity dawned, his eyes shining with newfound understanding.
The harvest was vast!
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