Shi Hao sat cross-legged there, brimming with vigor. Within his skull, it seemed as if divine flames were burning, enveloping his true soul mark, appearing like a deity. He had succeeded–he had entered the fabled realm!
By his side, first emerged a Kun Peng flapping its mighty wings, followed by a roaring Xiongni, both circling around him, manifesting an awe-inspiring sight of divine guardians protecting a celestial god. Shi Hao had first attained corporeal divinity, then reshaped his true self, reaching the legendary realm at both stages, having reached the ultimate height of that path, which brought tremendous advantages and tremendous increases in combat power.
“Perhaps I could strengthen further?” In the Yang Extreme Cave, there was another area he had not yet entered: a stone terrace deep inside, long regarded as forbidden ground. Even someone as mighty as Shi Hao had not dared to sit upon it. Now he rose, adjusting himself to peak condition before stepping onto it, preparing to endure a new trial.
“Hong!” The next moment, he experienced agony so severe it felt worse than death, more torturous than tearing apart a soul. Thunderous divine flames crackled like lightning, searing into his spirit. These flames harbored a horrifying divine force, seeking to dismantle him entirely—not only physically but spiritually, threatening to erase his very essence.
“Too powerful. It’s beyond my limit. I can’t attempt this yet,” Shi Hao realized in alarm, quickly retreating and retaking meditation to dispel the torment. Evidently, this region could only be entered when one’s Spirit Transformation reached perfection. Spirit Transformation required three stages; the first two had already achieved legendary status. The final stage had reached a high peak, but not yet touched the pinnacle.
As Shi Hao meditated, flames transformed into lightning, interweaving with his spirit and flesh, radiating brilliance. Amid crackling sounds, his entire body gleamed with a pure, lustrous glow, becoming even more ethereal and divinely resplendent. Yet, with every blink of his eyes, divine light flared, revealing an immense aura. Still as a true immortal, active as a demonic god, this presence was immensely powerful, ever-growing, making him seem increasingly profound.
Finally, it ended. Shi Hao stepped out of the Yang Extreme Cave and moved towards the sea. With his power greatly enhanced, he now feared none of the strong beings in these waters.
Two years had brought many changes—great champions fell, while new prodigies rose. Blood had dyed the ocean crimson, yet it also earned many their legendary status.
“Count Xuanhai fell in battle, perished within these seas!” When this news spread, the Azure Sea trembled. Even the North Sea beings were stunned—this youth had recently emerged as a powerful rising star, yet had already achieved the rank of Count.
“Count Kunyu perished!” Soon followed another shocking report. This time, land-dwelling beings were alarmed, for this was a Count of formidable fame and might.
“The messenger of the Sea Devil Sovereign was killed!” This news sent shockwaves afar. A great battle had erupted, claiming over a dozen mighty lives—figures of great renown, rulers of their own domains, suddenly slain. The sea turned crimson with blood, as hordes of war-turtles and silver sharks surged forward, the marine life frenzied, gulping down the crimson tides.
None of the dead had been weak. Across the seas, over a dozen mighty beings had fallen, a truly shocking toll.
“Who did this?” All were shaken—reaching such a level of power was rare, so how could so many die at once?
“Sovereigns arrived—not just one—but many, wielding ancient celestial arts at the peak of Spirit Transformation, enraged and waging slaughter across the lands!” This news caused a massive uproar. Sovereigns were not mere local powers; they could traverse the entire Wastelands.
Most Sovereigns dwelled atop sacred mountains, hailed as supreme beings. When one emerged, it signified a cosmic event, capable of shaking the heavens.
Now, Sovereigns had come, and not just one. This turmoil was reaching its climax, with people sensing a massive storm about to break. Perhaps the waiting had gone on too long, and the mighty had grown impatient, preparing for a final battle—if they did not obtain the Kun Peng treasure techniques soon, they would withdraw.
“The descendant of the Sea God has declared war on the Merfolk!” Amid the rising chaos, the Sea God’s descendant had swept across the seas in recent years, exhibiting unmatched might, each act stirring all hearts.
The Merfolk were a supreme race of the North Sea, gifted with beauty. In ancient times, one of their own had ascended to godhood—an unimaginably powerful being, possessing deep and ancient foundations among oceanic titans.
Now, waves crashed against the skies as fierce battle raged. In the waters stood a youth with flowing azure hair and luminous eyes, single-handedly wielding a divine halberd against a horde of Merfolk elites, his might causing titanic sea surges.
“Weng!” The golden war-halberd swept through the skies, unleashing golden tidal waves that engulfed every foe. Merfolk cultivators screamed as their bodies cracked and exploded, turning the ocean red. The scene was grotesque, blood mist spreading, corpses floating in the tens of thousands.
This Sea God’s descendant—Mo Shang—held his halberd in one hand, sweeping all opposition, displaying unmatched might. Alone, he had conquered this sea, none daring to challenge him.
The Merfolk suffered a crushing defeat and retreated from the region. Countless marine beings flocked to him, swearing fealty before the Sea God’s heir.
Clearly, Mo Shang was gathering strength from all tribes. His ambitions were not limited to the Kun Peng treasure—he also prepared the path to godhood, walking in his ancestors’ footsteps, aiming to ascend as a god over the North Sea, ruling all tribes.
Elsewhere, another great battle raged—flames of crimson light ascending to the heavens. The Firefish Clan gathered near the Kun Peng Nest, readying a major offensive.
A mighty youth clad in crimson armor radiated brilliance, wielding a blood-red spear, slaying all before him, driving away elder masters, claiming dominion alone.
This was Han Tian, the peerless prodigy of the Firefish, a youth of legend, rivaling Mo Shang, the Sea God’s heir, across the North Sea.
Two years ago, their battle had shaken the ocean, reaching a climax so intense it terrified the surrounding beings, resulting in a draw after both sides were gravely wounded.
Since that battle, neither had engaged in true combat again, clearly still building strength, as their tribes were hereditary enemies destined for a final clash.
On another front, a group of ancient retainers stood clustered, none daring to approach, surrounding young men and women of extraordinary presence and bearing—the forces of the Ancient Divine Mountains, radiating overwhelming might, confident even within the oceanic depths.
“The nest is about to crack, and all have already grown impatient,” someone murmured softly.
On the island reef, the Kun Peng Nest was beginning to fracture. After so long, it was no longer stable, showing signs of collapse. Black as obsidian, its cracks emitted blinding radiance, like volcanic fissures, spewing streams of molten magma.
Surrounding the nest were young talents and venerable Sovereigns alike, all hidden in ambush, unable to remain still, sensing the coming upheaval—the Kun Peng Nest would soon shatter.
Common folk had been driven away, allowed only to watch from afar by those who had risen to prominence within these two years, warriors who had carved their names in blood.
“Quickly, make way—Mo Shang approaches!” someone whispered.
Who didn’t know the names of Mo Shang and Han Tian? Their infamy stretched across these seas.
The Sea God’s youth approached, clad in golden armor, striding over azure waters, gripping his golden halberd, pointing it forward at the assembled heroes, causing great commotion—none dared block his path, all yielding before him.
Fresh from his battle with the Merfolk, he had arrived with his people, directly ascending a towering sacred altar, gazing down upon the world with unmatched superiority.
Even Sovereigns hesitated to challenge such a rising star here, for the cost would be too great. Under suppression, none could predict victory.
The Kun Peng Nest was surrounded by heroes—descendants of Divine Mountains, local Counts, ancient sect patriarchs, and Sovereigns. Ordinary souls dared approach no further. Yet, from afar, black shadows gathered in dense, swarming masses, all awaiting their chance, unwilling to withdraw.
The sea surface split as Shi Hao burst forth, instantly drying his clothes. Observing the scene, he murmured to himself, “Not too late—the Kun Peng Nest has only just begun to crack.”
Upon reappearing, his feelings had somewhat changed. Fixing his gaze on the ancient black nest and the golden ripples emerging from its fissures, he was deeply moved.
“I see more Glyphs now—could it be that following the Kun Peng’s path is the only way to uncover the ultimate secret?” His heart was greatly stirred.
Shi Hao observed the reef with utmost seriousness, witnessing the black nest transform—glowing golden, radiating brilliance, emitting waves of Glyphs, weaving into a vast network.
“It seems to contain a message!” Shi Hao was stunned. This time he perceived more than before—a cluster of flashing Glyphs, a crucial record mentioning the Kun Peng treasure art. He paused, deeply analyzing, carefully sensing the threads of Glyphs, striving to unravel their meaning completely.
Now he was certain—his cultivation within the Yang Extreme Cave, the Xuan Ice Abyss, and the Meteor Grave at the seabed, was pivotal. He was retracing the Kun Peng’s youth, and only by walking this path could he unlock the ultimate secrets here.
“Was this deliberately arranged by the Kun Peng?” Finally, he acquired a set of cryptic symbols, their meaning unknown, strange and complex.
Yet he was certain—they could not be the treasure art itself, nor related to the Kun Peng’s great divine techniques.
“This boy looks familiar to me—he’s… one of the two thieves from two years ago!” someone recognized.
Shi Hao strode across the sea surface, advancing forward. Naturally, he wished to approach the Kun Peng Nest, inevitably drawing attention from all heroes gathered. The proximity only heightened this effect.
Here gathered mighty young prodigies, local rulers, ancestral elders, even hidden Sovereigns.
From the Ancient Divine Mountains’ faction, a group turned their icy gazes toward him, eyes blazing. Several old retainers stepped forth.
Especially a youth with azure hair emerged, radiating an awe-inspiring presence, his eyes burning like twin suns.
Qing Yun had died, roasted golden by Shi Hao and devoured. Now, fresh warriors from the clan had returned, even forming alliances with other Divine Mountains.
“Come and meet your doom!” From another direction, the Sea God’s heir, Mo Shang, was even more direct. Standing atop a grand altar, he pointed his golden halberd at Shi Hao, exuding an air of unmatched arrogance.
Farther away, a gray dragon surfaced within the sea, transforming into the form of an old man. His expression was cold, yet tinged with strangeness, eyes burning with a desire to crush the brat instantly.
Some suspected him to be the Dragon Sovereign—two years ago, his spiritual vessel had been severely beaten by two thieves, nearly causing internal damage. Ever since, he had searched relentlessly for them.
Not only them, but many other beings and warriors watched Shi Hao with murderous intent.
“I warn you all—don’t provoke me, or I will devour every last one of you!” the holy terror declared fiercely, as confident as he was back in the Hundred Severed Mountains.
He had already reached the peak of Spirit Transformation, just one step short of the legendary realm, a being capable of challenging all enemies here.
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