Such a wall, towering and majestic—had it not been within the Sacred Emperor’s Palace, Shi Hao might have truly mistaken it for a mountain barring his path. Entirely gray and unadorned, it exuded only an ancient, weathered aura, with carvings on each stone gate so lifelike they seemed imbued with souls.
Shi Hao pondered for a long while, unable to discern what lay behind these gates. Strangely, he could almost hear the roars of beasts, which was undeniably startling. He soared into the air, intending to gauge the wall’s height, only to spot a line of massive characters: **The Wall of Gods and Demons!**
His heart stirred. Such a name was no trivial matter—what kind of place was this?
Descending, he examined each stone gate meticulously, counting a total of one hundred and eight. Some were particularly unique, such as those depicting the True Dragon and Vermilion Bird—sealed shut, mere engravings that could not be pushed open.
“Are they too powerful, hence no true gate exists? A path blocked?”
Lingering in hesitation, Shi Hao sensed an undercurrent of immense danger. Returning to the Nirvana Pool, he saw that Huo Ling’er remained encased in her cocoon, yet to emerge. Meanwhile, the Divine Striking Stone guarded the Void Spring like a wary sentinel, eyeing him as if he were a thief, fearful he might attempt to seize it again.
After steadying himself, Shi Hao returned to the Wall of Gods and Demons. With a forceful push, he opened one of the gates—instantly, a surge of primal energy engulfed him, as if he had stepped back into antiquity.
Striding forward, the gate slammed shut behind him with a resounding **”BANG!”**
Before him lay a colossal black coliseum, its hue resembling dried, blackened blood, exuding a palpitation-inducing aura. It felt as though he had arrived in an ancient epoch, surrounded by the predatory gazes of primordial beasts, poised for a great battle.
By now, Shi Hao was both skilled and bold, unshaken. He trusted that the Sacred Emperor of the Fire Clan would not leave behind anything meant to harm his descendants.
Approaching the coliseum, he discovered a massive stone inscribed with chilling words:
**”The Wall of Gods and Demons—the Sorrow of the Primordial Era!”**
These eight characters pierced like blades, sending a cold shiver through his heart. What did they mean? Below, unrelated text warned of the coliseum’s lethality—a trial ground of extreme peril, meant only for prodigies of unparalleled talent.
**”Only by conquering all one hundred and eight trials, achieving victory in each coliseum, may one earn the right to tread that path.”**
Shi Hao frowned. What path was this? He sensed it was unrelated to the Sacred Emperor’s Palace—an anomaly, an inexplicable insertion.
“Could this be the legacy of Little Red’s ancestors? Or did the Fire Clan’s Sacred Emperor deliberately bury this wall here, sealing it away from the world?”
The place was eerie, shrouded in enigma. He felt as though he had stepped into a mist-laden realm of secrets.
Yet, he chuckled at his own hesitation. He had already entered—why waver now?
Stepping into the black coliseum, he was immediately met with the roars of primordial beasts, as if he had plunged into the wilderness—but far more terrifying than any he had encountered before. Deep within the coliseum, pairs of glowing eyes flickered to life.
**”ROAR—!”**
A beast charged forth, crimson and wreathed in flames, baring fangs as it lunged. Shi Hao wasted no time, striking with a force that trembled the void. The beast—resembling a jackal but far fiercer—dodged at the last instant, evading the blow.
Shi Hao’s fist carried such might that the coliseum itself quaked.
“Interesting!”
Not only had the beast dodged, but the coliseum’s resilience was astonishing. A single punch from him could topple a mountain, yet this structure remained intact.
From the darkness, more roars erupted—hundreds of beasts emerged: winged tigers, flaming rhinos, horned dragons—all formidable, all advancing in a coordinated, battle-ready formation.
Yet, the greater the danger, the calmer Shi Hao became. He had faced worse in the North Sea.
**”BOOM!”**
Unleashing the primal runes of the **Primordial True Interpretation**, his palm strike conjured countless spectral beasts, their divine radiance tearing through the enemy ranks like a tidal wave.
He soared into the fray, crushing the flaming jackal underfoot—only for it to explode into motes of light, revealing a burning yellow talisman.
“Formed from a talisman?!”
Shocked, Shi Hao realized each beast was a construct of ancient sorcery—each talisman capable of sustaining a beast at the Engravement Realm for eons. The creator’s power was terrifying.
He fought ruthlessly, annihilating the horde until only ashes remained. Yet, he felt no triumph—this was merely a battle against paper and ink.
Then, from the coliseum’s depths, a low, savage growl resonated. A pair of frenzied, murderous eyes locked onto him.
**A Pure-Blooded Creature!**
Shi Hao tensed. Even at his peak, such foes demanded utmost caution.
A colossal figure emerged—a ten-meter-tall white-headed, red-footed ape, its every step shaking the arena.
**A Zhu Yan!**
A primordial Zhu Yan, infamous for its brutality and mastery of slaughter—a rarity even in antiquity. Unlike Mao Qiu, this one bore no golden hue or nascent dragon horns.
With a thunderous roar, the Zhu Yan charged, its fist descending like a meteor, runes blazing.
Shi Hao met it head-on.
**”BOOM—!”**
The collision quaked the coliseum, lightning erupting between their fists. Shi Hao held his ground, but the Zhu Yan staggered back—three steps, each shaking the earth.
Though he had the upper hand, Shi Hao was stunned. His full-force strike should have shattered even a Pure-Blooded being, yet the Zhu Yan remained unscathed.
“You freak! You can actually match a Zhu Yan?!”
The Divine Striking Stone drifted in, swaying midair.
“You know of them?” Shi Hao asked without turning.
“In ancient times, the Zhu Yan clashed with the Western Sect, forcing even their ageless patriarch to intervene,” the stone replied.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed—this stone knew far more than it let on.
“Beyond their Seventy-Two Transformations, their body-refining arts were peerless. They devoured gods and demons alike,” the stone added.
To it, Shi Hao’s ability to contend with a Zhu Yan in raw strength was monstrous.
“What is this place? It feels unrelated to the Sacred Emperor’s Palace.”
The stone hesitated. “You may have stumbled upon… a ‘surprise.’ This wall rarely appears in the world. Defeat the Zhu Yan first—then I can be certain.”
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