This voice could shake heaven and earth!
Shi Hao’s roar exploded like thunder, accompanied by surging blood energy. Around him, swarms of heroic spirits shattered, and vast numbers of spiritual entities turned into raging flames, burning fiercely.
His aura towered over mountains and rivers, his black hair dancing like dark flames, his eyes gleaming with radiant light. With every movement, he exuded an overwhelming majesty, as if he could tear apart the heavens and earth barehanded.
The two Venerable Ones trembled, an inexplicable chill creeping into their hearts. Never had they encountered a youth with such terrifying presence—one who could instill fear in them.
“Stop him!” Driven by instinct, they couldn’t help but act, seeking to suppress that overwhelming momentum, for they sensed grave danger.
It was an absurd feeling. As Venerable Ones, they had dominated the Eight Domains, striding arrogantly through the mortal world. How could they feel this way? To be wary, even afraid, of a mere youth—it was inconceivable.
With a deafening boom, they jointly summoned a magical artifact, descending from the sky to suppress the space below.
Shi Hao raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning. The battle sword in his hand transformed into a divine rainbow, thrusting toward the heavens. The golden magical sword blazed brilliantly, becoming the sole existence between heaven and earth at that moment.
*Boom!*
It was a treasure seal, morphing into a black mountain as it descended. Yet, halfway down, it shattered violently, cleaved apart by Shi Hao’s strike and reduced to dust.
“This…” The two Venerable Ones trembled. That was no mere artifact—it had been infused with all their spiritual power, an attempt to suppress him with centuries of pure cultivation. Yet, it had still been split apart.
Their faces paled. The momentum of the “Little Stone” continued to rise, as if he were about to break through his limits and step into a grander realm.
Qin Wu frowned. At this moment, his heart grew heavy, sensing something ominous. That youth actually made his heart tremble slightly.
Given his status, how could this be? It defied reason. Even Venerable Ones would prostrate before him.
*Clang!*
From within the formation, a trembling sound came from Qin Hao’s direction. The silver divine spear in his hand was violently repelled, his tiger’s mouth split open, blood streaming as he staggered back.
“Not good!” One of the Venerable Ones shuddered.
All of this was due to Shi Hao’s fury—his battle intent surged instantaneously. The battle avatar condensed from his spiritual power and will nearly pierced through Qin Hao in a single strike.
Little Stone seemed possessed, his black hair disheveled, his gaze sharp as lightning. His entire aura skyrocketed, far surpassing his previous state.
Now, he wielded a battle sword in his left hand and the Divine Halberd of the Nation in his right. Though just a youth, he radiated a grandeur akin to an unassailable towering mountain.
A strange power and sound resonated, like the beating of a heart—yet vast and terrifying, synchronizing with the pulse of heaven and earth.
“True unity of Dao and self!” Qin Wu’s eyes narrowed in astonishment.
Such momentum was not something a youth in the Array Formation Realm should possess, nor something a Venerable One could aspire to. Only a being like him—a deity—could achieve this.
How had Little Stone done it? His essence, energy, and spirit were etched into the void, attuned to the pulse of this world. Now, he wielded a mysterious power, capable of temporarily commanding the heavens and earth.
“Spiritual perfection, physical pinnacle, erupting in fury—somehow attaining this divine momentum?” Qin Wu muttered to himself, a trace of envy creeping in.
It was laughable. Having lived through countless years, how could he envy a mere youth? Yet, he truly felt this way. This was just a fifteen-year-old child, yet he had already touched the divine realm. Though he would inevitably fall back, this experience would greatly benefit his future cultivation.
A prodigy of heaven! Only these words could describe him. Qin Wu’s expression turned icy. The stronger such a genius became, the more he seemed like a calamity.
“Pitiful mortals. Even with courage and extraordinary talent, before a god, you are but specks of dust.” Qin Wu spoke coldly.
He pointed a finger, and a streak of silver light shot forth, piercing into the formation and transforming into boundless thunder, drowning the sky above Shi Hao.
“Ancestor, show mercy! Otherwise, we cannot answer to the Upper Realm!” The two Venerable Ones snapped out of their daze. It wasn’t pity that moved them—they feared the Upper Realm’s wrath.
“I know my limits. This is the weakest thunder—it will spare his life. But for defying a deity, punishment is unavoidable.” Qin Wu declared.
“Break!”
Shi Hao roared. The golden magical sword in his hand blazed, also unleashing thunder. At the same time, his body crackled with lightning, and a Suan Ni emerged, merging with the divine sword.
*Boom!*
Chaos erupted. The world was filled with thunder. The magical sword was peculiar—it had transformed into a golden Suan Ni, swallowing the descending silver lightning.
“The Stone Nation’s supreme divine treasure technique—Suan Ni! This sword matches it, forged from Suan Ni’s treasure bone.” Qin Wu was astonished.
The two Venerable Ones were even more horrified. Shi Hao remained unharmed. Though engulfed in lightning, he withstood the onslaught—no broken bones, no blood spilled, no collapse.
His eyes shone brighter. The golden sword in his hand, now a roaring Suan Ni, spewed auspicious light, unleashing even more devastating thunder.
“You dare blaspheme a god?!” Qin Wu raged.
His first strike had failed, and now this “speck of dust” dared attack him—a deity. To one of his stature, this was an insult.
“God my ass! Just a fake deity!” Shi Hao retorted crudely, mocking the self-proclaimed god who looked down upon mortals.
These words enraged Qin Wu. His gaze turned icy as he stared down at the formation, his aura surging like a tempestuous ocean.
The two Venerable Ones trembled, their bodies convulsing, nearly collapsing to the ground as they staggered back, faces pale.
*Boom!*
Not far away, a section of space flickered with multicolored light. The void was repeatedly split open—someone was attempting to break through.
This darkened Qin Wu’s expression further as he fixed his gaze on another formation.
There, Shi Ziling and his wife were striking out. Yet, the formation’s spatial lock repelled them each time they tore through the void, preventing their passage.
Shi Hao sensed it. His current momentum had touched the divine, his perception sharper than ever. “Father! Mother! I’ve come to see you!” he called out.
Within the other formation, Shi Ziling and his wife were overcome with emotion, their expressions complex. At this moment, they faintly heard the call—almost as if in a dream.
Their hearts trembled. Their youngest son, stripped of his Supreme Bone, had been left in Stone Village as a frail infant, on the verge of death.
Yet now, not only had he survived, he had grown so powerful—daring to raise his sword against a god. His fearless, god-defying demeanor left them awestruck, murmuring in disbelief.
Such a heaven-sent child had come for them, fighting his way into Mount Immortal!
The dagger in their hands was carved from Void Beast treasure bone, capable of splitting space and traversing the void.
Yet, this place was too peculiar—sealed by numerous divine formations. Though they repeatedly tore open rifts, the void healed each time. Through the gaps, they vaguely glimpsed the youth in the valley but could not step through.
“Mortals who oppose gods meet tragic ends. Witness divine power—a single drop of blood shall drown you, erasing all your Dao and divine abilities.” Qin Wu shook his head.
He raised his hand, radiant with auspicious light. From his fingertip, a drop of blood fell—crimson yet shimmering with silver brilliance. Though just a drop, it was like an ocean, brimming with boundless vitality and divine might.
This drop of blood entered the formation, transforming into a silver tidal wave, crashing down to drown Shi Hao.
It was horrifying—this was the power of a god. A single drop of blood sought to suppress Shi Hao, refining his flesh and dissolving his essence.
“God my ass!” Shi Hao scoffed irreverently, disdainful of the so-called deity.
Gripping two divine national treasures, he struck skyward, unyielding. Simultaneously, he activated the Primordial True Explanation, channeling all his essence, energy, and spirit toward his chest.
*Boom!*
The Supreme Bone awakened. A violent aura erupted, connecting heaven and earth. Empowered by the two national treasures, its might was displayed to the fullest.
“Hmm? Wasn’t it underdeveloped and unusable?” Qin Wu frowned. Clearly, he knew of Shi Hao’s condition.
Infinite divine light flooded the world. The silver ocean formed by the drop of blood cascaded down, its mist evaporating, its divine essence surging—all absorbed into Shi Hao’s chest.
“Pathetic god, is this your power? Weak and pitiful!” Shi Hao laughed mockingly.
The two Venerable Ones were aghast. The youth’s chest glowed, actually absorbing divine blood as nourishment for his Supreme Bone.
Qin Wu’s face darkened. His divine authority had been repeatedly defiled—his divine blood refined by the Supreme Bone, turned into sustenance. This was unforgivable, a humiliation!
In the distance, Qin Hao watched in shock, his silver divine spear pointed at Shi Hao, frozen in place.
“Step aside!” Shi Hao barked at him.
“You—”
At the same time, the void was split again. Shi Ziling and his wife witnessed him rebuking a god, refining divine blood, and scolding Qin Hao.
“Hao’er!”
Faintly, Shi Hao finally heard their calls—but the void sealed once more.
“Insignificant mortal, repeatedly provoking divine authority. You have succeeded in angering me. Now, face divine retribution.” Qin Wu’s body resonated with metallic clangs, his silver divine robes glowing like dragon cries and phoenix songs, radiating dazzling silver light.
He descended into the formation’s space, standing high above, gazing coldly at Shi Hao.
“Mortals struggle futilely. Before a god, all resistance is in vain.” Qin Wu spoke indifferently, his eyes filled with disdain.
“Little Pagoda, come forth! Reduce Mount Immortal to ruins!” Shi Hao called silently, awakening the slumbering pagoda.
The pagoda stirred, astonished. “You… truly have audacity. To cause havoc in Mount Immortal—know that this Five Elements Mountain took form before the creation of the world, nurturing countless innate divine demons.”
“I know you can oppose it!” Shi Hao insisted. Then, he transmitted mentally, “I’ve emptied the Stone Nation’s treasury for you to devour. Moreover, from now on, all karma falls upon me!”
The pagoda paused, seeing his resolve. It ceased dissuading him, uttering only one word: “Good!”
“Do you admit your crimes?!” Qin Wu’s voice boomed like heavenly thunder, shaking the void. The formation rumbled, and the two Venerable Ones trembled, collapsing to their knees.
This was divine might—a soul-crushing pressure. Qin Wu, clad in silver divine robes radiating immortal light, gazed down with eyes that witnessed the birth and death of all things. He sought to crush Shi Hao’s spirit, forcing him to submit and worship.
“Pathetic god, insignificant as you are, how dare you roar at me?” Shi Hao remained unaffected.
“You—” Qin Wu was stunned.
“Well said! A false god, a laughable insect, dares strut before me?” The pagoda unleashed a terrifying aura, revealing its true form.
“It’s you?!” Qin Wu trembled, then panicked. At his level, how could he not recognize the pagoda? With a cry, he turned and fled toward the Five Elements Mountain.
“Fake god, weren’t you so mighty? Where are you running? Watch me topple your Mount Immortal!” Shi Hao bellowed.
In the next instant, he swung his battle sword, slashing forward. Meanwhile, the pagoda released a wisp of energy, ensnaring Qin Wu.
Qin Wu paled. Detonating his silver divine robes, he lunged for the mountain. He sensed catastrophe—that pagoda’s appearance heralded upheaval!
*Swoosh!*
A sword beam swept past, severing a lock of Qin Wu’s hair. Blood sprayed from his face, and a piece of his earlobe was sliced off.
He screamed. Who was he? A proclaimed deity, yet wounded by a mere mortal.
Even more infuriating were the mocking words: “Weak god, do you admit your crimes? Today, Mount Immortal falls because of you!”
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