At this moment, seizing the Leviathan Roc’s Treasure Spell in full view of the crowd would undoubtedly make one the target of all. Shi Hao had just experienced this firsthand—he had become the enemy of all! If not for his formidable strength, anyone else, even a Venerable, would have been slain multiple times without question.
Now, the treasure bone had shattered into six fragments, making it nearly impossible to gather them all. With so many major factions present and Venerables descending upon the scene, securing even one piece would be considered fortunate. In truth, even if someone managed to unite all six fragments, they would never know that it contained less than a third of the legacy—far from the complete, peerless divine technique.
Shi Hao felt fortunate. Two years ago, he had walked the path of the Leviathan Roc, cultivating in an environment akin to its birthplace. This allowed him to observe the mysterious Glyphs within the divine nest. During the final battle, he infused those Glyphs into the Leviathan Roc’s bone, uncovering its most valuable secret—the true Leviathan Roc’s Treasure Spell was hidden within the Demon Transformation Abyss!
Using the crowd’s attacks to his advantage, he propelled himself downward, descending into the demonic chasm. His goal was to retrieve the complete, flawless divine technique while also extricating himself from this perilous storm. No longer would he need to fear becoming the enemy of the world.
It was easy to imagine that whoever claimed those bone fragments on the altar, under the watchful eyes of all, would become a living target—doomed to a life of unrest unless they rose swiftly, inspiring terror even in deities.
The abyss was deep, piercing through the seabed for countless miles. The deeper he fell, the darker it became, with eerie wails echoing through the gloom like the lamentations of ancient wraiths. Eventually, spectral figures emerged, shrieking and clawing at the darkness, their howls filling the ancient cavern like the wails of the Netherworld.
Finally, Shi Hao landed, using his treasures to slow his descent. The bottom of the abyss emitted a faint, ghostly green glow, illuminating the Demon Transformation Abyss. The roars intensified as shadowy figures emerged—some resembling True Flood Dragons, others Azure-Scaled Eagles, some Lion-Dragons, and even Devouring Heaven Sparrows. These were the remnants of true ancient dire beasts, once mighty enough to shake the heavens.
Yet they had all perished, ruthlessly slain by the Leviathan Roc. Now, only their lingering obsessions remained, wailing like phantoms.
The underground world stretched deep, with a tunnel leading into the distance. As Shi Hao advanced, his scalp tingled with dread. He encountered countless spectral projections of Celestial-ranked ancient dire beasts, their roars unceasing.
Just how powerful had the Leviathan Roc been? How many supreme beings of the world had it slain? Any one of them, if alive today, would reign supreme in the Desolate Lands!
“ROAR—!” A nine-headed serpent bellowed, its massive body stretching endlessly, its crimson forked tongue flicking out, reeking of blood. Its terrifying aura sent shivers through the soul.
A piercing screech followed as a demonic avian blotted out the sky, knocking down stars as it swooped toward him.
“GRRR—!” A Lion-Dragon wreathed in lightning stomped down, crushing an ancient mountain underfoot, its gaze fixed upon him.
Shi Hao was awestruck. Though these were mere illusions, they were lifelike, their auras transcending time from the ancient era. These were all beings slain by the Leviathan Roc—so many that the deeper he went, the more his soul chilled with tension.
What kind of era had that been? So many supreme beings, so many unparalleled existences, all doomed to perish. Truly, it had been an age of chaos, where heroes clashed and the heavens trembled.
The Demon Transformation Abyss was a graveyard. Legends spoke of the Leviathan Roc imprisoning its enemies here, along with the bones of its prey. Eventually, it refined them all, extracting their divine bones as supreme materials for forging weapons. Some even claimed its legendary weapon, “Heaven’s Desolation,” was forged from the bones of countless races—making it indestructible, fused with the strongest Glyphs of all clans.
As Shi Hao pressed forward, he grew numb with awe at the Leviathan Roc’s might. Ghostly flames flickered along the path, spectral beasts and divine birds wailing, while the ground was covered in pristine white powder—bone dust, remnants of the strongest beings after their Glyphs and divine power had been drained.
Perhaps only a supreme being like the Leviathan Roc could forcibly extract the primal Glyphs of others.
Eventually, even deities and demons appeared in the abyss, roaring with resentment yet powerless to resist. The bone dust beneath his feet bore witness to the glory and tragedy of that ancient era—so brutal that even beings of such power could not escape death.
Glyphs occasionally flared along the path, their pressure enough to crush even Venerables. But Shi Hao, having walked the Leviathan Roc’s path, found the Glyphs he had obtained earlier subtly protecting him, allowing him to proceed unharmed.
At last, he reached the end of the Demon Transformation Abyss. The wails of the nine-headed serpent, Lion-Dragons, deities, and demons faded into silence.
A pair of stone gates barred his way. With a gentle push, they swung open effortlessly, though countless Glyphs shimmered across them—yet none struck him down.
The atmosphere here was entirely different—no darkness, no Netherworld aura. Instead, a radiant, sacred light bathed the chamber in splendor.
The moment Shi Hao stepped inside, an overwhelming pressure bore down on him. His already battered body trembled, bones cracking, blood seeping from his wounds.
Before him lay a grand stone chamber, at its center a blood pool—crimson and dazzling, like a pool of liquid rubies. Occasionally, golden rays and dark ripples surged from it—Glyphs so powerful they made the very heavens tremble.
“Leviathan Roc Glyphs!” Shi Hao was stunned. At first glance, he knew—this was the legendary peerless Treasure Spell. He had seen a third of it before, and the sensation was familiar.
Finally, he adapted to the pressure.
With a splash, tens of thousands of symbols erupted from the blood pool—half golden, tearing through the void, half black, like abyssal darkness. They aligned, then transformed, clanging like metal before swiftly merging into the form of a Leviathan Roc.
This was a supreme ancient avian, composed entirely of Glyphs, yet brimming with life—its gaze contemptuous of deities, its presence dominating the ancient world.
“The Leviathan Roc’s legacy… is like this?” Shi Hao was astounded. All the Glyphs of this Treasure Spell had been refined and hidden within this blood pool, ready to reassemble when summoned.
The symbols surged again, dissolving back into the radiant pool, reforming into a massive black fish—a Leviathan—floating ominously.
For a moment, Shi Hao stood transfixed. This was the flawless divine technique. He immersed himself in its transformations, mimicking and comprehending, as if centuries passed in an instant.
Lost in enlightenment, he stood before the blood pool like a statue, his mind delving into the profound mysteries of the Dao.
Only when the symbols erupted once more, filling the air with a celestial hum, did he awaken.
Countless Glyphs danced around him, transforming into rainbows, into Roc birds, into Leviathans, their laws manifesting in the void.
The heavens rumbled, the Dao resonating as if the world were being reborn. Wisps of chaotic energy emerged in the chamber, all stirred by this peerless divine technique.
It contained the secrets of the cosmos. Stars cascaded, massive planets materializing, orbiting the Leviathan Roc as it stood supreme in the universe—the center of all existence.
In the Leviathan Roc’s eyes, epochs passed—a glance spanning ages, dynasties rising and falling, eternity fleeting.
Another gaze, and suns and moons plummeted, galaxies shattered, the universe reborn, chaos annihilated.
Shi Hao was utterly awestruck. Was this the Leviathan Roc? Truly one of the Ten Ancient Evils! Its Treasure Spell was incomparable, embodying the mysteries of the heavens.
A martial fanatic at heart, Shi Hao lost himself in cultivation, just as he had when deciphering the Primordial True Solution—so absorbed he once spat blood and nearly drowned without realizing it.
Now, he was entranced once more, his spirit and will merging with the Glyphs, absorbing their infinite wisdom, exploring the supreme law.
His brow glowed, his forehead bone translucent like a divine lamp, its light intertwining with the Glyphs in the void.
Golden vortices swirled around him, as if celestial beings descended from beyond, shrinking to sit upon his body, chanting scriptures within those golden whirlpools.
Thunderous incantations resonated, shaking the heavens. The Leviathan Roc’s Glyphs descended, merging with his flesh, aiding his comprehension.
Then—a divine chime, a flash like heavenly lightning.
The Leviathan Roc in the void exploded, its countless Glyphs surging toward Shi Hao, reassembling upon his body.
Golden radiance blazed, then darkened into streaks of black, forming intricate patterns.
This was a miraculous transformation—the Leviathan Roc’s legacy fully revealed, not as projections but as tangible Glyphs, imprinted upon Shi Hao’s very being.
Had anyone witnessed this, they would have been stunned!
In this moment, Shi Hao seemed to become the Leviathan Roc itself—ready to spread its wings, pierce the heavens, and vanish into the cosmos.
The endless Glyphs coalesced around him, forming a resplendent battle garb of sacred light.
An aura of supremacy emanated—one that could dominate the Nine Heavens!
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