The Fencing Heaven ended and the world became turbulent.
Shi Hao never expected such an ending, so entirely different from what he had imagined.
There was no shocking, fierce battle, nor any heaven-shaking or earth-shattering catastrophe. Instead, an imperishable being swept across all directions, captured the cultivators who lit divine flames, and dominated all opposition.
All Eight Realms were abuzz. For the world, the impact of this event was too massive—an individual actually captured all deities with impossibly formidable power, something truly hard to fathom!
“Just like that? Too simple,” Shi Hao murmured alone in the palace, gazing at the bright moon above, appearing lonesome.
Peng Jiu was guiding Qing Feng, helping him grow familiar with the palace. From afar, he witnessed this scene and overheard Shi Hao’s words, rendered speechless. The outside world was boiling with unrest, but their emperor found peace too tranquil.
“It’s just not how I imagined it,” Shi Hao sighed lightly.
The moonlight was cold. Standing atop an altar, lifting his head skyward, Shi Hao felt a profound sense of loss. He had bid farewell to Willow God, sent away Little Pagoda—could they ever meet again?
He heard from the immortal being that both Willow God and Little Pagoda had crossed the Primordial Gate. Was that blood really spilled by them?
Was it truly parting in death? Since ancient times, no Supreme Sovereignwho entered that gate had ever reappeared. Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh deeply.
Willow God had given him so much; he felt reluctant and worried—how could he not? Overwhelmed with emptiness, would there ever be a day of reunion? Reflecting on the past, his heart grew confused.
Dark clouds drifted over, Blocked the cold, desolate moonlight， The world was immediately plunged into darkness.。
“I will go to the Upper Realm!” Shi Hao clenched his fist.
“I will explore the mysterious regions and uncover the truth. Willow God, Little Pagoda, wait for me; you must stay alive. I will make my way upward!” He steeled his belief with blazing eyes.
In the Upper Realm, there were countless races, heavenly prodigies rising together. Each tribe had its own generation-defining heroes appearing, even Primarchs emerging, The Fairy Descends， Across the vast lands, countless young men and women embark on their journeys. Supreme Sovereign Communion with the Divine Being。
They each ruled their own domain, crafting their myths.
Shi Hao longed to go to the Upper Realm, to carve his own path!
As Shui Yue and Lan Yu had spoken, that was his true stage, where fiery challenges awaited—dancing with dragons, competing with peerless Primarchs of his generation, and confronting exiled celestial beings.
Shi Hao gradually became resolute, no longer lost, his gaze steadfast. Once affairs in the Lower Realm were settled, he would definitely ascend to the Upper Realm, pursuing a vaster world and escaping this metaphorical well.
“Big Brother, are you okay?” Qing Feng came over. He had already grown familiar with palace life, adapting well to the outer world under Peng Jiu’s guidance.
Besides him, Da Zhuang, who studied military strategy under the War King, and Pi Hou, who experienced the mundane, were both content. They had strong adaptability.
Some joined the army, others traveled the land, while some delved into external Treasure Spells, each gaining valuable experiences of their own.
“I’m fine. Qing Feng, would you like to govern Shi Kingdom?” Shi Hao asked directly.
“What? Big Brother, what are you saying?” Qing Feng was startled, gazing at him in confusion. Was his elder brother really going to leave, departing this The Desolate Land?
Shi Hao did not hide the truth: “In the eyes of Upper Realm dwellers, the Eight Realms are but a cage. I must break free and seek a greater Dao.”
In fact, many believed the Lower Realm acted like a well—far too small to nurture true dragons, as only the Upper Realm could birth and cultivate such prodigies and exiled immortals.
“Big Brother, you really are leaving? If that’s the case, will we never see each other again?” Qin Feng widened his eyes in shock.
Sighing, Shi Hao patted his shoulder: “Don’t worry; how could there not be a day of reunion?”
He hesitated, not wanting Qing Feng’s peaceful life disturbed. The boy was still too young; bearing the weight of Shi Kingdom upon his shoulders was too heavy a burden to shoulder immediately. This needed further consideration.
Shi Hao could not just leave everything behind. He still had matters to arrange—Shi Kingdom, his parents and relatives, Stone Village, as well as some unresolved aspirations. Now that he possessed the strength, he could set these in motion.
Morning came with golden rosy glow to the east—a brilliant dawn.
The Eight Realms mourned the vanished gods, and the entire world trembled. The impact of this event was far greater than anticipated. Although Shi Hao considered it quiet, people in the outside world continued heated discussions.
After the initial shock, many were delighted because common sects had not been affected, thus standing to gain significantly. Was this heralding a new golden era?
“Hahahaha… From now on, there are no gods left to oppress us!”
“I can already feel it—the era of a hundred schools contending is upon us!”
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Only the immortal sects remained silent. They had lost their advantages, suffered devastating losses, and had their sanctuaries destroyed by the immortal being who captured their divine fire wielders. Within those sects, gloom pervaded like a thick fog.
The loss of experts of this rank was nothing short of a catastrophe!
Some sects planned to seal their mountain gates and retreat inward, as the current situation was extremely dire.
This impact manifested in various ways.
Within Shi Kingdom, some marquises and dukes refused to acknowledge Shi Hao initially. However, after the great calamity, all were filled with fear.
It was rumored that Shi Hao summoned the immortal being who previously overthrew Never Aging Mountain, thus gaining world-shaking prestige!
The dissent among Shi Kingdom’s nobility had been influenced by interference from a few sects. Now, with those immortal traditions withdrawing and preparing to seal their gates, fear naturally spread among dissenters.
Within just two days, all rebellious feudal lords within Shi Kingdom’s borders arrived, bearing thorns and offering apologies, entering the imperial capital to plead for forgiveness.
Seated solemnly atop the grand palace, Shi Hao did not show mercy. Those gravely at fault were executed without hesitation. Others were granted leniency accordingly.
With strictness tempered by mercy, Shi Kingdom trembled in awe.
Once news spread, other lords who had not yet acted became ever more cautious, hastening to apologize. Some even fled, fearing punishment.
For these fugitives, Shi Hao was merciless. He deployed War King and others to hunt them down, and even took personal action, slaughtering rebels. With his present might, how could any mere marquis dare confront him?
Throughout Shi Kingdom, the majority were inspired while past rebels shivered in fear, all surrendering voluntarily and laying down arms.
The results were immediate. Shi Hao’s dominance Terror Spreads in All Directions. Shi Kingdom was finally united, no longer fragmented, becoming a unified, formidable nation.
Other countries also underwent massive transformations as the Heaven Mending Sect, Never Aging Hill, and Western Sect retreated, allowing those nations to recover and rebuild.
The ruins lay desolate, crumbled walls and shattered tiles blanketing the land in forlorn silence.
Standing solemnly atop the ruins of the Heaven Mending Sect, Shi Hao was lost in thought. This place had left countless indelible memories and a sense of belonging.
Back then, he had brought Qing Feng out of the wilderness, entering such an esteemed sect for the first time—here full of laughter and sorrow.
He had trained alongside numerous peers, a youth emerging from the wilderness, filled with curiosity and wonder.
Senior Patriarch Mu Yan had taught him thunder techniques, and Elder Liu had helped him perfect Golden Roc methods. But soon, external enemies invaded in droves, shattering all those treasured memories.
So many senior brothers and sisters fought to the death, ensuring the younger disciples escaped. Elders self-sacrificed to guard the retreat, exploding their lives to let others go—courageous and tragic.
“Unforgivable! How could I ever forget?!” Shi Hao whispered softly. This had been a long-held wish, still unfulfilled.
When Heaven Mending Sect was destroyed, he and surviving youths swore to rebuild it, reforging the sect. Now, he finally had the power.
Before heading to the Upper Realm, he intended to settle these matters.
He recalled the faces of those invaders—those cruel expressions, their arrogant laughter, blood splattering with each sword stroke, heads of senior and junior martial brothers rolling.
“Roar…” Shi Hao let out a long howl, shaking the ruins.
With a gesture, he severed a section of stone mountain, carved it into a stele, and erected it upon the rubble, inscribing the three words: “Heaven Mending Sect.”
“Before I leave, I must act. Rebuild Heaven Mending Sect!” Shi Hao roared, his voice shaking the heavens.
At that moment, the broken black sword hanging from his person gave out a resonant hum—a deep, dragon-like cry—emitting black light tenfold more terrifying than before.
It seemed to possess sentience, slipping beyond his control, moving like a true dragon soaring through the heavens, only returning to his hand after a long time.
“You truly have a spirit; you don’t blame me for acting so late?” Shi Hao gazed down at the broken blade. Now that his strength was sufficient, he could finally do what he always wanted to.
On that day, the stele atop Heaven Mending Sect’s ruins radiated brilliant light, Shaking the Four Directions！
Shi Hao leapt skyward and dashed swiftly, seeking someone. He arrived near a great marsh, where a colossal tribe resided.
This Xiao Clan Tribe had a massive population, composed of many sub-tribes united into one gigantic force—like a minor nation.
Ahead, there was a central tribe, with a population in the millions. Combined with other clans, the number was unfathomable.
By a lakeside, a youth trained, surrounded in silver radiance and dense Runes, causing the lake water to resonate, inscribing countless symbols.
Around him, plants and herbs vibrated in harmony, reflecting the boy’s communion with the Dao.
Suddenly, a girl came running in haste, shouting: “Xiao Tian! A noble guest has arrived; the chieftain and elders are carefully attending him. They ask you to hurry!”
“Who?” The silver-robed youth stopped, frowning. He disliked interrupting his practice.
“I don’t know. Someone just sat there, endlessly praising how promising you are, destined for great heights.” The girl, breathless and sweating, blinked her large eyes playfully.
“Promising I may be, but…” The youth muttered, grinding his teeth, his mood stirred, for those words recalled bitter memories best forgotten.
In the clan’s grand hall, elders gathered, with the chieftain himself conversing amicably with an extraordinary young visitor, exchanging laughter.
The silver-robed youth arrived, instantly recognizing the refined, currently world-renowned youth, his heart surging. Though parted for years, meeting again stirred his chest with warmth. They shared the same past—as disciples of Heaven Mending Sect, both having survived the great calamity together. Yet, one sentence from the visitor made his face darken, and his temple throbbed with veins pulsing.
“Xiao Tian! Long time no see! You truly are becoming ever more outstanding—you’ll certainly soar high in the future!”
“Shut up!” Xiao Tian gritted his teeth. Years ago, this brat struck him several hammer blows, leaving him battered and dazed, leaving him with nothing but tears at the memory—thinking of it even now nearly drove him mad.
“What do you want?” Xiao Tian asked in irritation.
“Come with me, let’s reign over the Great Wilderness, sweep all foes, and rebuild Heaven Mending Sect!” That youth stood proudly with hands behind his back, declaring loudly, The heavens and earth trembled.！
With just those words, a rush of warmth surged again through Xiao Tian’s chest!
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