The Bronze Cuckoo Altar trembled, shaking violently.
The void quivered like a tattered scroll in a storm, flapping with a roar, as if it was about to collapse. This was an invincible momentum; nothing in this world seemed able to stop this individual!
Shi Hao’s eyebrows arched downward in anger. The incoming figure was too arrogant and domineering. He actually sat cross-legged with such audacity, directly pressing down, utterly disregarding Shi Hao.
Chi!
Shi Hao pointed a finger at the sky; sword Qi burned like a rising flame, soaring into the heavens. This was a sword intent that surpassed mortal comprehension—expansive and boundless, like an ancient mountain spanning through time.
In the void, the figure remained with eyes closed, his posture unchanged.
What arrogance! A golden sun hung across the sky. A man sat in meditation within, descending from the heavens like a majestic and sacred force, suppressing Shi Hao!
The golden sun shone dazzlingly, erupting with a thunderous boom. Golden glyphs cascaded down like divine waterfalls, exuding an aura of immortality, each line shimmering like divine torrents suspended in the air.
At this moment, sword Qi collided with divine torrents. The battleground was enveloped by sword intent and the golden sun, radiating brilliance so intense it was blinding.
Everyone closed their eyes. Some The Strong One’ (powerful ones’) eyes bled from the corners—this holy radiance had injured them. This fierce and mighty assault made their souls tremble.
Hong!
The heavens and earth resonated, vibrating with continuous booming.
The sword Qi arced like a rainbow, piercing the firmament.
Meanwhile, the golden sun shined gloriously, as if rising from the sea, subduing the sky itself.
This confrontation was intense and overwhelming, so powerful that no ordinary being could draw near or even witness. The battle aura surged like towering mountains, divine Majestic like a boundless abyss.
Hong!
Another thunderous boom, brilliant light flared outward, and the scenery of heaven and earth gradually emerged, becoming visible once more.
Shi Hao stood atop the bronze rostrum, his robes fluttering, as still as a maiden.
In the air above, the golden sun radiated magnificently, majestic and untouchable. The man sat in meditation within, his violet hair cascading, still with eyes closed, as if a Buddha descending into the world.
Neither showed signs of defeat. Both maintained their original positions, locked in a standoff.
“Who… is he?” Many were puzzled, deeply shocked. The newcomer was high above, his divine radiance filling the skies; he seemed like a supreme god-kings descending into the mortal world.
Such demeanor, such demeanor indeed, was rare in this world. He was undoubtedly a young Supreme Supreme Supreme Sovereign, his body brimming with boundless vitality and unfathomable divine power.
“I know! He comes from the Fire-Golden Clan, and he is… a divine vine!” someone stammered, recognizing the newcomer.
The Fire-Golden Clan devours fire and metal. They feed on all kinds of flames and metals. This was a very special race. Their forms varied—some were divine vines, some were trees, others were humanoid or beast-shaped.
“It’s really him—Teng Yi, the young Supreme Supreme Supreme Sovereignof the Fire-Golden Clan, a recent ‘First Generation’ prodigy. He’s known as invincible, sweeping across one hundred thousand holy mountains and defeating all rival experts.”
The Ten Thousand Holy Mountains were also considered a vast province—an endless expanse of high peaks and mighty mountains. Among them, there were one hundred thousand holy mountains, a primordial and savage land.
Teng Yi was a world-shaking genius, synonymous with invincibility. Once a Fire-Golden vine, he had transformed into human form. He was a divine prodigy, peerless in prowess. Though young, he radiated supreme majesty.
Once Teng Yi’s identity was revealed, everyone was stunned beyond words, gazing at him in disbelief, never expecting that he would appear here.
“He’s not from the Immortal Sky Province. Why has he come here?”
Everyone was startled and in awe. Though filled with confusion, they felt great reverence. The Spirit World and the mortal world are connected, and the Ten Thousand Holy Mountains were incredibly distant from the Immortal Sky Province. How could he cross such a vast distance?
Ordinary cultivators would take years to traverse such a distance.
“Devouring gold and fire—it really is peculiar. So he’s a vine, a living being of the Fire-Golden Clan,” Shi Hao murmured to himself, having overheard the murmurs. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“You are strong, beyond my expectations.” Teng Yi spoke, surrounded by the golden sun, seated in midair, majestic and holy. He seemed not the least like a vine, more like a divine being or a Buddha.
He was a Fire-Golden vine who had long cultivated a human body. Those with keen spiritual perception could sense a torrent of blood Qi in him, vast like an ocean, condensed within his muscles and flesh. Once released, it would shake the world.
“Though his age is young, he has already become one of the Fire-Golden Clan’s guardian masters.”
Clearly, Teng Yi’s position was lofty.
“A living being ascended from the lower realm to the Bronze Cuckoo Altar. I came especially to subdue him, for he shall guard my holy mountain.” Teng Yi made no further explanations; his intent was clear—he had come to suppress Shi Hao and drag him away to protect his sect.
“Arrogant!” Shi Hao muttered with only those two words. This man, holy and transcendent, was also extremely conceited and forceful to dare behave thusly.
Weng!
The void trembled with a low humming sound. Teng Yi moved, both hands forming seals—his left hand grasping the divine moon, his right hand seizing the great sun, pressing downward in a crushing force.
At this moment, boundless radiant brilliance erupted!
The Divine Sun-and-Moon Seal—it was an ancient and revered divine art, its origins long forgotten. Now, few living beings truly understood its profound secrets.
Yet here and now, Teng Yi revived the technique, drawing the attention of all. Everyone trembled, unable to speak, as if endless mountains were pressing upon them, threatening to suffocate their very breath.
Hong!
His left hand formed a seal like a divine moon, rushing forth with killing intent.
Shi Hao was fearless. His black hair danced wildly; his aura surged like a divine demon gazing contemptuously upon heaven and earth. His left hand darkened with black light, as a koi fish mark appeared in his palm.
With a deafening roar, he met the attack head-on. Both forces collided, moonlight flooding the skies in serene beauty, followed by black waves surging across the heavens, washing away the moon.
This was a magnificent and awe-inspiring natural spectacle!
Then, brilliant and explosive light bloomed. Teng Yi’s right hand transformed into a blazing sun, striking downward. Blinding radiance poured forth without limit, cleansing every inch of space.
Shi Hao responded in kind, his black hair trailing behind him as his right palm manifested a Peng bird mark. Golden radiance erupted as he struck heavenward in a fiery charge!
The heavens shuddered. The sky itself seemed pierced, filled with blazing Yang energy, brilliant light illuminating every corner of the heavens boundlessly.
With a final hum, the Bronze Cuckoo Altar glowed in response. An ancient bird soared forth, composed entirely of ancient glyphs, spreading its wings to strike the heavens, sealing the void, preventing their powers from spilling outward—otherwise, others would have perished.
“The sun and moon shine together; heaven and earth revolve!” Teng Yi recited a scripture, holy and pure, his image majestic and reverent.
His hands formed the Divine Sun-and-Moon Seal, causing the heavens to overturn. Countless stars erupted in the void, descending in unison, one after another, dazzling and magnificent, all targeting Shi Hao for annihilation.
Shi Hao’s expression turned solemn. Slowly, he brought his hands together, then suddenly clapped them apart with explosive force. Divine light burst across the heavens, like the end of the world itself!
His left hand bore the mark of the Koi, his right hand the mark of the Peng. Yin and Yang intermingled—darkness and light opposed each other, yet coalesced into a singular cosmic vision, like the birth of creation.
Cracking sounds echoed. In the void, the sun and moon dimmed, countless stars shaking and shattering.
This was a prodigious phenomenon—though not real celestial bodies, it was terrifying nonetheless. The clash of divine energy, the collision of cosmic laws, this was a battle fit for dragons and tigers.
Shi Hao stood awestruck. This was a peerless enemy, unmatched in strength. He felt a flicker of awe. Though he shattered the Divine Sun-and-Moon Seal, he could not utterly defeat his opponent.
Teng Yi still floated with unrivaled grace, seated in midair, encircled by a radiant sun, holy and dignified. His eyes were still closed, hands simultaneously forming a mudra above his head, resembling a treasure vase.
A real treasure vase quickly coalesced between his hands, blazing red, crystalline and radiant, spewing fire mist from its mouth, aimed directly at Shi Hao.
“The Fire-Golden Treasure Vase Seal!” many gasped in shock, their faces paling, long familiar with this divine art.
The Fire-Golden Clan, though not a dominant force in this era, was once among the Ten Great Clans, ruling the heavenly realms. In ancient times, they assimilated techniques from numerous other clans, forging the Fire-Golden Treasure Vase Seal—a divine art capable of seizing the blessings of heaven and earth, too grand to describe fully, its power shaking the ancient heavens.
Yet, as the clan declined, this technique was lost, and none in this era could practice it anymore.
No one expected that today, it would reappear before their eyes—exactly as described in ancient scriptures. Hands shaping a vase, lifting it high overhead, drawing in cosmic energy—it was a peerless divine art, awe-inspiring and overwhelming!
“How is this possible? Wasn’t it lost? How could someone so young revive this invincible divine art…?”
Everyone stared in disbelief, hiding behind the confines of the warded battlefield. Only there could they speak freely. Without the Bronze Cuckoo Altar sealing the void, all present would have collapsed in fear.
Teng Yi held the vase high above his head, its glow dazzling and crimson, aimed directly at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao stood resolute, realizing the danger. He sensed a real crisis. This opponent’s arrogance was justified—his dominance was not pretense but a reflection of his true nature. His confidence stemmed from unshakable self-belief!
Shi Hao radiated divine light across his body, invoking the Kunpeng Art. Tiny Kunpeng birds—each less than an inch long—flowed across his body, coalescing within his palms!
He pointed one finger at the heavens and the other at the earth. A surge of Yin and Yang energies erupted, the most fundamental forces of existence cycling between them—as if the end of the world was at hand.
“Hong!”
Teng Yi moved, his hands trembling slightly. Above his head, the vase glowed, inscribed with countless glyphs, all erupting in torrential light toward Shi Hao.
Southern Li Fire spread across the sky, a firebird dancing wildly, shrieking, terrifying all clans.
Solar Essence Fire—a golden crow flapped its wings, golden Qi spreading, three legs splitting the heavens as it charged forth, launching a deadly strike.
Nirvana Rebirth Fire—boiling and surging, a true phoenix emerged, its feathers resplendent, reborn in flames, stronger than before, radiating divine authority.
In just an instant, the vase above Teng Yi’s head erupted with several of the most ultimate fires, each the supreme power of a certain domain—each capable of scorching all existence.
Everyone stared, struck dumb. This was an unimaginably terrifying divine art: the Fire-Golden Treasure Vase Seal, blending the profound secrets of multiple mighty races. Truly, it was peerless.
Shi Hao’s heart trembled, his eyes blazing like heavenly lamps, their light piercing and fearsome. His hands swept forward, Yin and Yang energies rolling like tides, striking into the oncoming torrent. He faced a true challenger!
He had no choice but to go all out, for if he faltered even slightly, he might perish here. This opponent was simply too mighty!
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