It was a peculiar scene, as if a painting had come to life. The golden divine flower blossomed with radiant splendor, yet within it lay a peerless beauty—defying all logic and comprehension.
How could a flower possibly bear such a miraculous existence?
Everyone stood awestruck, the scene oozing with an aura of profound mystery that paralyzed them from taking any action.
The Sun God Flower shone with golden brilliance, mist swirling around it, and divine light glittering from its petals. At its heart, golden nectar glistened with fragrance, at least ten droplets still remaining—yet all were absorbed into the egg.
With gaping eyes and bated breath, none dared to move. Earlier attempts to attack this golden flower met a grim fate, as assailants were pierced through by divine chains of golden order and slain.
This egg, golden and yet transparent, radiated a breathtakingly exquisite aura. Resembling a mythical piece of golden jade, it shimmered with dazzling light beams, projecting an iridescent glow like a seven-colored rainbow.
The woman curled within was stunning beyond words—her golden hair flowing like threads of sunlight, her ivory body luminous and flawless, and her long lashes quivered delicately, as if she would awaken at any moment.
“Who is she? Could this be a divine embryo born from the union of Heaven and Earth?” muttered the Divine Stone Shi.
Shi Hao was stunned; he had never come across a being like this before. Deep in his instinct, he sensed her origins were extraordinary—her future destined for unparalleled greatness.
Others too fell into deep thought, each scheming silently in their hearts.
“Could she be the essence of the Sun God Tree, its soul transformed into human form through the blossoming flower, breaking free at last as this unmatched divine woman?” someone whispered.
The prodigies and noble maidens from the Upper Realm were enraptured. Regardless of who she was, she must possess a great destiny. If taken back to the Upper Realm and nurtured by a powerful sect, she could surely rise above the masses and sit upon the divine throne.
“Perhaps the Golden Tree is evolving into the Cosmic Tree, undergoing extraordinary transformations. She might be the Cosmic Tree’s born spirit—transcending the mortal cycles of the Five Elements,” speculated others.
The nine-headed serpent made the first move, with one of its heads projecting a divine mental call, a gentle resonance meant to attract trust. It believed this newborn woman would be innocent and naive, susceptible to warmth and persuasion, perhaps willing to leave with it.
But from the golden flower, a ray of light erupted. It struck that serpent’s head with violent force, making it scream out in agony. Its forehead cracked, eyes bled, and it collapsed to the ground writhing in pain.
Its head was instantly drained of vitality, nearly severed off.
Another cultivator fared even worse—when golden symbols rained down upon him, his body ignited in flames that consumed him entirely, leaving naught but ashes.
“That must be the Solar Ember! How terrifying!”
The crowd’s expressions changed. No one could tell whether the power was emanating from the egg or the golden flower itself.
“Who or what exactly is she? A being born from the very fate of Heaven and Earth?”
Confusion plagued them all.
A Daoist from the Golden Crow Clan grew puzzled, then excited, as he gazed at the egg, trembling with emotion. “Could this be the rebirth of the Golden Crow Emperor?”
Legends told that their lineage originated from the Sun God Tree, where their ancestor had been hatched from a divine egg, subsequently rising to become the Emperor of Heaven.
That first progenitor had been gestated by Heaven and Earth itself, born perfect and unrivaled, hailed as the ultimate warrior of the nine skies and ten lands.
Now, this woman had also been born from the Sun God Tree, blooming forth from a flower. If so, would she become another Golden Crow Emperor?
Suddenly, the golden divine flower stirred. Luminous with radiant mist, it moved at an unprecedented speed, rushing straight toward the ancient Palace Hall of Chaos.
This sudden movement caught all by surprise—an impossible swiftness, leaving only a golden afterimage before vanishing like lightning.
“She’s going in! Hurry!”
Snapped from their trance, the crowd sprang into action, no longer focused on hunting Shi Hao, for there was something far more valuable inside the Palace Hall.
Here, the skies were sealed, flight impossible.
The Palace Hall of Chaos hovered parallel to the World Mountain, upheld by golden branches. Previously, they had to climb the massive limbs, but now the golden flower itself remained tethered to a vine, leading inside.
Shi Hao lingered behind but followed closely, curious about what great fortune awaited.
The Palace Hall was vast and grand beyond comprehension. Approaching it, they felt minuscule, like mere motes of dust. It was ancient yet sacred, shrouded in a swirling mist of Chaos.
Earlier groups of cultivators had been repelled, unable to enter. The Palace Hall’s entrance pulsed with glyphic light, exuding a pressure that could humble even a Venerable One to the stature of an ant beneath a slumbering dragon.
This time, however, the golden flower had flown straight inside, leaving a vine trail. The crowd merely followed the golden path, bypassing all barriers.
Indeed, the glyphs offered no resistance this time. They entered with ease, jubilant at their success.
“We’re actually inside!” cried one Venerable One, thrilled.
The prodigies and noble maidens from the Upper Realm were equally astonished. They had only heard rumors of this Palace Hall of Chaos—it was said to conceal supreme sutras.
After all, it once belonged to the God Emperor himself.
“No! This is our ancestral home, the dwelling of our forebears. You must not trespass!” roared a Golden Crow Daoist.
But who would heed him? All quickened their pace, climbing the golden vine into the Palace Hall of Chaos.
Shi Hao entered last.
Inside, the Palace Hall was veiled in a swirling mist of Chaos. Though not overly thick, it bore down oppressively, causing many to feel their very bones ache.
It was not a place suited for beings of their level. The Palace Hall of Chaos was meant only for beings of unparalleled might—those who could dominate Heaven and Earth.
Immediately, clear divisions reemerged among the crowd. No sooner had they entered than the factions instinctively formed, warily eyeing one another.
The Palace Hall was vast and empty. They searched in vain, finding nothing. With no choice, they went deeper, but the Chaos mist thickened, forcing some to rely on divine treasures for protection.
“Agh!”
A scream rang out—someone had been ambushed and slain.
The atmosphere immediately grew tense. Already hostile, this act only deepened the rift.
“Shall we strike first and eliminate them?” suggested the Silver Lion, eyeing the youths from outside.
“Agreed!” a Venerable One immediately seconded, nodding in approval.
The Palace Hall of Chaos possibly contained boundless treasures. Since they were enemies, why not wipe them out entirely?
They held the advantage—united, they could eliminate every outsider.
“Shi Hao, come quickly! Join us and stand together against them!” called out the Vermilion Phoenix, shouting for him.
“No way! He killed our people. How dare he call upon him?” roared Zhuo Yun, his face dark with fury. His arm had only just been severed by Shi Hao, and hatred still festered in his heart.
Others, too, wore grim expressions, having secretly opposed Shi Hao before, though they now held their tongues.
To Zhuo Yun’s shock, even Xuan Ming nodded. “He’s strong. He’s worth allying with.”
Some others agreed. Though they were rivals from different sects, those they’d lost were not their kin. With danger looming, they readily considered recruiting a powerful ally.
Shi Hao remained calm. He walked over, saying nothing.
“Let’s go! We should move forward quickly, seize fortune before the Venerable One catch us!” someone urged, rushing ahead.
“Not so fast! Strike!” The Venerable One sneered, all raising their treasures in an onslaught.
“Xuan Ming, deploy the treasure!” urged Bi Gu.
It was again the stone arch bridge, which had saved them multiple times before. It pierced through space, vanishing ahead of them. Stepping upon it, they fled at incredible speed.
In a flash of radiant light, they plunged into the depths of the Palace Hall, leaving the Venerable One behind.
The atmosphere grew tense. Despite Shi Hao’s past slayings, even those from the Upper Realm felt uneasy. They still harbored resentment.
“Now that we travel together, we should count as allies. You still have three drops of Golden Divine Nectar. Perhaps you should share two drops among us, for survival’s sake?” Zhao Qi suddenly spoke.
Such a substance could bring the dead back to life—a priceless divine elixir beyond value.
Others listened closely, especially Zhuo Yun and those who had secretly opposed Shi Hao before. They exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.
“Why should I?” Shi Hao sneered, clearly unimpressed.
“We all sail the same boat now. We need every advantage against the Venerable One. Sharing the nectar is only fair,” another added.
“You’ve been carried along by us time and again—through the stone bridge and escape. Don’t pretend you owe us nothing,” Zhuo Yun scoffed, eager to unite others against Shi Hao.
“If not for me, would you even have passed through the golden tree’s barrier with the World Treasure Box?” Shi Hao replied coldly, turning to glare at Zhuo Yun, Zhao Qi, and others. “You few ambushed me and cast me from the golden tree. We haven’t finished that score yet.”
“Then let’s settle it now!” Zhuo Yun roared furiously, signaling to others to surround him.
“At a time like this, still bickering among ourselves? We cannot waste strength like this. Let’s find fortune first!” interjected Lan Yu, trying to cool tempers.
“Discuss this later,” Xuan Ming seconded, receiving nods from Bi Gu and others.
“Strange… have we already arrived?” exclaimed Shui Yue.
And indeed, Xuan Ming’s artifact was remarkable, having traversed through space multiple times. They now stood at the deepest part of the Palace Hall of Chaos.
Upon a Daoist platform lay several meditation cushions, where the golden-haired woman, flawless and ethereal, floated atop the radiant divine flower. Entire constellations of glyphs shimmered around her, as if she were listening to the teachings of the Dao itself.
Beside her, upon a stone table and a stone bookshelf, sat two ancient bone scrolls exuding Chaotic aura—exceedingly ancient in design and style.
“The Supreme Sutra!” the crowd gasped in awe.
Two ancient sutras lay before them—without a doubt, treasures beyond imagination.
Even among those from the Upper Realm, eyes burned with greed and desire, as they rushed forward in a frenzy, warily watching one another, prepared for mortal conflict.
“Peng!”
A figure was blasted backward—none could approach these scrolls cloaked in Chaotic mist.
“You possess the Immortal Golden Armor. Go try!” Zhuo Yun urged again, still resentful, hoping to drag Shi Hao into danger.
Others cast similarly cold glances in his direction.
“You’ve been buzzing like a fly all the way here, annoying me. If you value your life, stay out of it,” Shi Hao shot back coldly, his focus fixed firmly on the scrolls.
“You dare compare me to a fly?!” Zhuo Yun’s fury exploded. He exchanged glances with others, signaling their united attack.
“If you seek death, I shall indulge you,” Shi Hao replied.
“What can you possibly do?” Zhuo Yun roared, stepping forward with three others, each summoning their treasures.
“Do you think being from the Upper Realm makes you untouchable? Let me show you how I dealt with the Immortal Mountain,” Shi Hao said calmly.
With a metallic ring, he drew his golden sword, unleashing a wave of The Supreme One bone aura, aiming for a swift end.
A resonant hum filled the air as the blade glowed, emitting mysterious glyphs and intense energy. Zhuo Yun and the three behind him were instantly engulfed.
“Ahhh!” they cried out in terror.
In an instant, they regressed—shrinking in body and aura, returned to their childhood forms, their power stripped back to that of naive youths.
Not only their appearances, but even their true strength reverted.
Shocked and horrified, they screamed in fear.
“So this power can be used this way. Truly a cycle, deserving of the name ‘Reincarnation’,” Shi Hao thought to himself, calm and composed. With steady hands, his golden blade swept through—Zhuo Yun’s head rolled, his cries cut short. His fate was sealed.
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