The blood was crimson, yet laced with strands of gold, shimmering with divine radiance, vivid and brilliant as it splashed high into the air! This was no ordinary blood—it was nearly divine, tragically beautiful and crystalline, streaking across the sky in a breathtaking yet chilling spectacle.
“He’s lost! Shi Yi is doomed!” someone shouted.
Shi Yi’s neck had been slashed open, his blood a tragic scarlet tinged with golden light, staining the heavens and shaking every witness to their core.
“No! Yi’er!” cried another voice—someone from the Martial Prince’s Mansion, unable to believe or accept the reality before them.
“Impossible! How could the Dual-Pupiled One lose? In ancient times, they were invincible, unstoppable even by gods! They have never known defeat!” roared a venerable elder from the Demon Spirit Lake.
The battlefield erupted into chaos. Every eye widened in shock, and the clamor was deafening. The Void God Realm trembled like boiling water, unable to settle. In an instant, everything had unfolded—breaths caught in throats, victory and defeat decided in a single moment.
And yet, the crowd had waited so long for this!
Suddenly, time itself seemed to freeze. Every scene, every motion, locked in place as if the world had paused. The shock and clamor of the spectators solidified—who had won? Who had lost? Sound vanished, swallowed by an eternal stillness.
At the center of it all, Shi Hao stood like a Kun Peng, his divine might overwhelming, his gaze contemptuous of the mortal realm. With a single motion of his right arm, golden light blazed forth, transforming into the wing of a Great Roc that swept across his opponent’s throat. Blood surged into the sky.
Shi Yi was sent flying, his neck nearly severed, his head barely clinging to his body. Divine blood painted the heavens—a grotesque, surreal tableau where every motion seemed slowed, every detail agonizingly clear.
Was this the final act of their great battle?
The spectators felt as though they had been dragged into a nightmare, immersed in the terror, the blood, the divine power. Victory and defeat would be decided here and now.
**BOOM!**
A sudden, overwhelming force shattered the brief stillness. The frozen scenes cracked like delicate porcelain, fissures spreading before exploding into fragments. The paused world revived, accelerating back to normalcy.
“What happened?” people cried, even the venerable elders paling. For a moment, time itself had seemed to stop.
“Why did it feel like we were peering into the river of time, frozen at a single moment?” murmured a powerful expert.
The stillness lifted, and the scene came alive once more. Shi Hao stood tall, his divine aura undiminished, golden light surging around him.
But on the other side—something even more shocking unfolded.
Shi Yi, though sent flying, saw his blood reverse its flow. The pale golden divine blood retreated into his neck, the crimson-stained sky clearing as if the tragedy had never occurred.
“What?!” The crowd gasped. Even the Wood Emperor and others rose to their feet, staring in disbelief.
This was beyond comprehension—what kind of world-shaking technique was this?
Shi Yi had been on the brink of death, his head nearly severed. Yet now, the wound on his neck closed, his dimming eyes reignited with arrogant confidence, his divine light flaring anew.
“Is this… real?” voices trembled. This was a miracle! A man on the verge of death had revived, returning to his peak condition without a trace of injury.
“Little brother, you’re still lacking. You cannot kill me,” Shi Yi murmured. Moments ago, he had been all but slain—yet now he strode forward, step by step, his aura resonating with heaven and earth. Each footfall shook the battlefield, as if a young deity had descended from antiquity, radiant and unstoppable.
Shi Hao remained silent, his gaze sharp, searching for answers.
“Impressive. Truly extraordinary—he has grasped that profound mystery,” murmured a figure wreathed in divine flames at the horizon, his presence overwhelming. Behind him, powerful pure-blooded creatures stood as followers, awestruck by the spectacle.
“Young Mistress, the Dual-Pupiled One is remarkable. At such a tender age, he has already comprehended this supreme art. In the future, he will surely become a hegemon—difficult to suppress,” whispered the Flower-Tender Elder, her voice laced with concern.
“If he weren’t strong, why would the higher powers favor him? But… it matters not,” replied the Lunar Grace Goddess, her flawless jade-like face betraying a hint of intrigue. Clad in white, she resembled a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.
“The true, flawless… Art of Mending Heaven!” sighed the Stone Emperor, standing atop his chariot, revealing the truth.
The crowd erupted in realization. This was no incomplete technique from the Mending Heaven Pavilion—it was the legendary Art of Mending Heaven, recorded in the ancient sacred texts.
This divine ability, shrouded in mystery, originated from an unparalleled sect beyond this realm. Ancient and mighty, it was hailed as one of humanity’s supreme arts—unstoppable once unleashed.
Not a treasure art from the primordial era, yet equally terrifying, it was reputed to be invincible. The entire Mending Heaven Sect had risen to glory through its mastery, claiming unrivaled prestige.
The Art of Mending Heaven—said to even repair the heavens themselves—lived up to its name. Shi Hao had already witnessed its might when facing the Kun Peng Technique.
But its most earth-shattering aspect was another trait: it could rectify mistakes, granting the user a second chance.
This was nothing short of defying the heavens!
Clearly, Shi Yi, on the verge of death, had invoked the Art of Mending Heaven’s supreme mystery, “mending” his fatal error and reversing his fate.
The bizarre stillness everyone had experienced—that frozen moment—was the Art of Mending Heaven at work.
Shi Yi had escaped certain doom, reversing the irreversible, emerging anew in peak condition.
“So this is the true profundity of the Art of Mending Heaven?” Shi Hao murmured, finally understanding. His eyes blazed with piercing light.
*Thud!*
Blood seeped from his left arm and right chest—wounds from the golden spear earlier, now reopening. The spear, formed of symbols, had long vanished.
“This battle is not as simple as imagined. Little brother, your strength has surprised me. But now, it ends here!” Shi Yi declared.
**BOOM!**
He took a step forward, and the sky battlefield trembled. Massive boulders plummeted as the arena began to collapse.
“Kill!”
At this point, words were meaningless. Only battle would decide the outcome.
Like two comets colliding, they clashed.
**BOOM—!**
The sky battlefield shattered. The golden railings snapped, the ground split apart.
This strike unleashed their full might—the supposedly indestructible battlefield crumbled, its foundations raining from the heavens.
The two figures tangled once more, another explosion erupting as rubble soared. The battlefield was no more.
The spectators stood dumbfounded, hearts chilled.
The Realm Emissary’s face darkened—this arena could never be repaired. The power of these two had exceeded all expectations.
**BOOM!**
Divine light surged, an ancient aura sweeping forth as a new, grander coliseum materialized—black stone beneath, iron railings encircling it.
A higher-tier battlefield now stood in the void, the two young warriors landing upon it.
“Continue!” the Realm Emissary growled, his expression grim.
This new arena, vast and steeped in antiquity, could withstand their fiercest clashes.
Indeed, whether it was Shi Yi’s Dual-Pupiled gaze or Shi Hao’s physical might, though the battlefield trembled, it did not crack.
But this battle was nearing its end. Both had exhausted their techniques—victory would soon be decided.
Every spectator held their breath, eyes locked on the duel. The sole young sovereign of the Barren Lands would be crowned here!
The final moments were the most intense. Both combatants blazed with divine light, pushing their limits.
**BOOM!**
Shi Yi, no longer composed, roared, “You’re not the only one who opened ten heavenly passages—I have too!”
His pupils flickered, distorting space as ten heavenly passages manifested—each unique, each bearing the form of a primordial beast, unlike any ordinary passage.
A terrifying aura radiated as ten ancient creatures circled him, elevating him like a celestial sovereign.
“Kill!”
Shi Yi charged, golden crow wings at his back, his right fist a Great Roc’s strike, his left hand forming a Kirin Seal—a monarch overlooking the mortal realm.
Simultaneously, the Art of Mending Heaven swept forth, countering Shi Hao’s Kun Peng Technique.
Their collision erupted in blinding light.
Shi Hao roared, the Kun Peng Technique evolving—endless black seas surged around him, a single art opposing countless others.
**RUMBLE!**
Shi Yi’s eyes spewed mist, yin and yang merging into a chaotic beam—a deadlier innate ability, unstoppable.
This clash left both coughing blood, their bodies half-ruined.
The end was near.
**BOOM!**
Another collision. Both spat blood, bones audibly cracking. They were drenched in crimson.
“Kill!”
The third and final strike.
Shi Hao’s heavenly passages fused into a colossal divine disk, seemingly freezing time and space.
Shi Yi’s ten passages dimmed—he seemed trapped once more. But his eyes glowed, yin and yang birthing chaos anew.
**BOOM!**
A tidal wave of chaotic force slammed into Shi Hao, his body nearly obliterated.
Yet, gritting through the pain, he lunged forward—his right hand tearing off Shi Yi’s arm.
“Kill!” Shi Yi bellowed.
Chaos condensed into a halberd from his pupils, symbols flooding the air as it descended with world-shaking force.
Shi Hao dodged, but the halberd still pierced his shoulder, nearly splitting him in two. Blood gushed.
A divine resonance sounded—another heavenly passage manifested within Shi Hao’s body, halting the halberd’s descent.
At the same time, his fist, imbued with the Kun Peng’s might, struck like a golden meteor.
Space itself warped as his punch tore through Shi Yi’s chest—front to back, blood exploding.
Even divine metal would have shattered under such force.
Yet, the Dual-Pupiled One defied fate. Blood dripped from his eyes as an unfathomable power anchored his body, preventing disintegration.
They separated, both on the brink of death—a mutual ruin.
“It ends now,” Shi Yi said coldly, his earlier composure gone. “Little brother, if the final blow comes from the very Supreme Bone you once possessed, wouldn’t that be ironic? Will you die with eyes unclosed?”
“You’re only hastening your own demise,” Shi Hao replied darkly.
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