Is the Leviathan Roc still alive? The mere thought of this possibility left not only Shi Hao stunned but also the Little Pagoda speechless, while the Willow God’s expression turned exceedingly grave. That was undoubtedly a peerless powerhouse, one who could command the world with none daring to disobey. Even the titans descending from the Upper Realm might suffer heavy losses and calamities in its presence.
“No, it’s just a wisp of residual will. The Sky Desolation Halberd itself is unleashing its divine might,” the Little Pagoda remarked.
Boom!
Rubble shattered the clouds as the halberd tore through the ruins, swiftly breaking free without lingering. Its blade was stained with silver blood, a ghastly sight that dyed the entire weapon in a chilling, radiant silver glow. It vanished into the void in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
Simultaneously, a silver figure surged from beneath the earth, nearly split in half as it struggled to escape. Yet the Third Slaughter Formation activated, sweeping forth with chaotic sword radiance. The figure let out a blood-curdling scream, its body riddled with wounds, nearly torn apart before plummeting back into the abyss.
Once the Sky Desolation Halberd took action, the formation fully awakened, becoming even more terrifying. Surging chaotic energy and overwhelming killing intent made even the sun, moon, and stars tremble.
“Such deep hatred from the Leviathan Roc… Could its fall in the past be related to these individuals?” the Little Pagoda murmured to itself.
Shi Hao was also bewildered. Could this entire scheme have been orchestrated by the Leviathan Roc? But that shouldn’t be possible—it perished in the ancient times. A mere remnant of its will couldn’t possibly execute such a grand maneuver, right? At most, its lingering consciousness had briefly awakened and would soon dissipate.
Shi Hao had initially suspected the Interception Sect, but now it seemed unlikely.
“Could it be… her?” Shi Hao thought of a certain woman—the one who folded paper boats, her blood-written words filled with desolation and sorrow.
“I’m the only one left…”
A chill ran down Shi Hao’s spine. This game of power was far too complex, beyond his comprehension.
Boom!
The world blurred as the ruins collapsed, chaotic energy boiling over, turning the area into an indistinct haze.
“Let’s check another location,” the Little Pagoda said, manipulating the Ancestral Altar to reveal the valley outside Medicine Capital.
As the scene shifted, a dazzling radiance burst forth—brilliant and shocking. The valley was engulfed in chaos, a fierce battle raging as formations shattered.
“The Ninth Slaughter Formation!” The Little Pagoda’s heart skipped a beat, a shiver running down its spine. Two locations now displayed formations capable of slaying gods even in the Upper Realm—truly horrifying.
However, this slaughter formation paled in comparison to the Third Slaughter Formation.
“How brutal… What are they trying to accomplish? Nourishing the First Spiritual Root?” The Little Pagoda adjusted the Ancestral Altar for a clearer view.
A decisive battle was underway, chaotic energy permeating the air as densely packed runes—like stars in the heavens—filled every inch of space, radiating supreme power.
Shi Hao sighed. The hundreds of formations he had once seen had long since crumbled. The valley had expanded, now spanning hundreds of thousands of miles—an earth-shaking feat, using formations to confine such vast land to nurture a single spiritual root. Now that those divine formations were broken, the land had returned to its original state.
Yet at the center stood an unparalleled slaughter formation, exuding chaotic energy—likely the Ninth Slaughter Formation the Little Pagoda had mentioned.
Within it, several figures clashed, each strike capable of obliterating hundreds of thousands of miles of land and severing stars. However, that boundless, unfathomable power was restrained by the formation.
“Pfft!”
One figure fell, slain by the formation. Yet in death, it self-destructed, revealing its true form—not human—before exploding violently, tearing a gap in the formation.
However, the light and blood from its destruction did not scatter. Instead, they reversed course, pouring into the land as the spiritual root at the center glowed, seemingly absorbing endless divine energy and essence.
“How ruthless… This is a trap, luring others to claim the spiritual root only to slay them as offerings to restore the First Spiritual Root’s divine nature,” the Willow God lamented.
For taboo existences to become nourishment for the Upper Realm’s First Spiritual Root was truly tragic.
“That land spanning hundreds of thousands of miles was originally the divine essence of the Barren Domain, capable of nurturing true gods. Yet all its divinity has been drained by the First Spiritual Root,” the Little Pagoda said grimly.
Undoubtedly, whoever controlled the Upper Realm’s First Spiritual Root and transplanted it here was terrifyingly formidable. Fearless of theft, they even set up a slaughter formation to execute taboo beings.
However, the formation had been breached. The two figures battling inside for the spiritual root now rushed outward, one of them manipulating the root, causing it to gradually lift from the ground and fly toward them.
“Dang…”
A deep, resonant bell toll echoed across the heavens as an ancient Dao Bell descended from the sky, brimming with profound mysteries and infinite Dao truths. Its chime reverberated through the Barren Domain, as if traveling backward through time, resonating with the ancient eras—imbued with the power of time itself.
“Damn it, it’s finally appeared again,” the Little Pagoda cursed.
Even the Willow God wore an expression of utmost solemnity.
As the bell tolled, ripples spread outward—gentle in appearance, yet distorting space-time as they struck the two humanoid figures.
Boom!
The valley shattered, hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains reduced to dust. Only the spiritual root and the two titans remained; everything else was annihilated.
“That bell is terrifying!” Shi Hao shuddered.
“If I hadn’t suffered mishaps, it wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly,” the Little Pagoda grumbled.
“It’s not the Dao Bell acting arrogantly, but its wielder exerting control,” the Willow God corrected.
Clearly, the master of the Dao Bell—the owner of the First Spiritual Root—had now appeared, intent on slaying another titan to nourish the root.
Enraged, the two figures unleashed their divine abilities, resisting the bell’s waves as they charged skyward.
“Pop!”
One figure’s shoulder erupted in a spray of blood as the bell’s power broke through, nearly shattering half its body. The combined might of the Dao Bell and its wielder was supreme.
“Hum!”
Above the heavens, light flashed once more as a shattered Chaos Disk, wreathed in mist, shot forward, crashing into the Dao Bell.
“Are these lunatics trying to destroy this realm with their battle?” the Little Pagoda exclaimed. Did they truly intend to recreate the world from scratch?
“It’s because their lifespans are dwindling. Desperate, they all seek the First Spiritual Root—or the Transcendence Scripture—lest they perish soon,” the Willow God explained.
“Dang!”
The Chaos Disk and the Dao Bell clashed across the void, shaking the heavens. The two figures below staggered back, while the bell and disk trembled violently before recoiling.
“Eh? That damn thing is here too, controlled by some bastard!” the Little Pagoda cursed.
In the sky, a broken pagoda descended, aiming to seize the First Spiritual Root. Within it, the silhouette of a living being could faintly be seen.
Boom!
The Dao Bell returned, and the original two titans clashed once more, igniting a chaotic battle for the spiritual root.
The area became a blur of erupting chaotic energy—a land of annihilation, the battle reaching unprecedented intensity.
“No surprises—the Dao Bell’s master will reclaim it. He’s not worried about losing it,” the Willow God sighed.
Sure enough, the spiritual root flew toward the bell on its own, bound by a divine chain that recognized its master, dragging it skyward.
The others, naturally unwilling, all attacked.
“Pop!”
At that moment, a flower bloomed, resonating with the Dao as it broke free from its host, fleeing into the Nine Heavens.
This outcome caught the Dao Bell’s master off guard. Forced to reveal his true form, he gripped the bell in one hand, restraining the spiritual root, while his other arm stretched thousands of miles, grasping toward the horizon.
Yet he was destined to face resistance. The others united against him, launching fierce assaults.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the highest heavens, where a woman sat in wait. Clad in plain gray robes, her beauty was peerless, her immortal grace unmatched.
Her eyes gleamed as she tore open a terrifying passage, reshaping the chaotic world and capturing the fleeing flower in her grasp.
The Dual-Pupiled One—the undefeated myth of antiquity—had appeared!
Shi Hao was stunned. She dared confront Upper Realm titans, snatching prey from the tiger’s jaws—beyond imagination.
He knew she was strong, but never imagined she could rival Upper Realm titans. This was absurd.
“She’s still too young, lacking experience. She’ll likely perish,” the Little Pagoda said.
“No,” the Willow God countered.
The Dual-Pupiled Woman’s body shone as she shattered the void, vanishing from this realm in an instant, leaving only chaos behind.
“You won’t escape!” someone roared.
A purple hand reached out, tearing through space to seize her. Others unleashed divine arts to restrain her, while some chanted incantations, attempting to cross realms and appear beside her.
The situation was dire. Yet at that moment, glimmering specks of light appeared—a small black paper boat drifting through the void, blocking the path.
It withstood the giant hand, dispersing the divine arts and incantations.
“It’s her… her!” Shi Hao yelped in shock.
The paper-folding woman had arrived. A single boat stood in the void, severing the paths of heroes throughout eternity, exuding an aura of unrivaled supremacy.
Boom!
The heavens erupted in turmoil. Everyone attacked—some targeting the Dao Bell, others pursuing the Dual-Pupiled Woman—igniting an all-out melee.
“Let’s go. It’s time to act!” The Willow God vanished from the imperial palace in a flash.
The Little Pagoda gritted its teeth, transforming into a streak of light that pierced the void in pursuit.
With their departure, the Ancestral Altar’s images vanished—only beings of their caliber could maintain surveillance over such distances.
Shi Hao gnashed his teeth in frustration. He couldn’t follow, nor could he even observe the battle now.
“How could this happen…” He paced restlessly, attempting in vain to restore the images.
Standing atop a palace tower, he gazed into the distance, hoping to discern clues from the chaotic phenomena in the sky.
“Ah! Another supreme being!” Shi Hao’s scalp prickled as he sensed an overwhelming divine radiance enveloping the vast lands of Stone Country.
He saw a disheveled old man racing across the sky, muttering, “Where is it? Where is the thing I seek?”
His gray hair wild, his eyes hollow like a walking corpse, he passed directly over the imperial palace, his immense aura shaking hearts.
Mountains blocked his path ahead, yet he charged through—his sleeves brushing the peaks, reducing entire ranges to ashes.
“Who is that?” Shi Hao’s heart pounded.
Half an hour later, an old woman appeared, carrying a medicine basket. “You fight over sacred treasures, while I harvest mortal medicines,” she murmured, plucking a spider mid-flight and tossing it into her basket.
Shi Hao’s blood ran cold. That spider was clearly a venerable from the Demon Spirit Lake, having somehow survived the previous calamity—only to be captured now.
His body chilled further. Venerables being harvested for alchemy?
Both odd figures had flown over Stone Country’s palace, likely treating it as part of their medicinal garden—only no “ripe herbs” had caught their eye.
“This cage has been picked clean. Time for the remaining seven prisons,” the old woman muttered before tearing through the boundary and departing.
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