Time was of the essence, with not a moment to spare. The slightest delay could mean losing the advantage to others. Driven by this mindset, everyone surged forward in a frenzy. The battlefield erupted with battle cries as countless powerful figures fell, their blood and bones painting the ground—yet none could overshadow the allure of the Kun Peng’s divine technique.
People threw themselves into the fray, wielding treasures and charging ahead without regard for life or death. In mere moments, the ground was littered with corpses, and the entrance to the ancient nest had become a hill of bones—belonging to beings of every race imaginable.
“Kill them all!” The shouts echoed as treasures were unleashed, glyphs filling the air like a storm. The battlefield had turned into a slaughterhouse, with so many lives lost that rivers of blood formed.
“Hurry! They’re going in!” someone roared. The situation was dire—those holding the remnants of the Kun Peng’s bones had already pried open a crack in the nest and were on the verge of success.
Shi Hao, weaving through the crowd, fended off sporadic attacks as he fought his way forward. The crack was wide now, and many had already slipped inside. The battle within was even fiercer, with roars and surges of runic power erupting from within, sending waves of force outward. Many coughed up blood, staggering back from the impact.
As soon as Shi Hao reached the entrance, he was ambushed—a massive hammer, gleaming like polished steel and as large as a house, came crashing down, swung by a sea beast. The air howled in protest.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao dodged, but those beside him weren’t so lucky—they were crushed into pulp. The hammer, now glowing with fiery runes, spun on its own, pulverizing everything in its path.
This sea beast, a peak Spirit Transformation expert, had transcended the limits of ordinary cultivators, refining its own unique techniques. Its silver hammer weighed as much as a mountain, sweeping through the battlefield with unstoppable force.
The beast itself was a towering monstrosity—silver-scaled, with the head of a flood dragon and the body of a crocodile, yet its limbs were long enough to allow it to walk upright. Its sheer size alone exuded overwhelming pressure.
*Shing!*
Shi Hao’s sword flashed, a streak of black light slicing the silver hammer clean in two, rendering the treasure useless. Without hesitation, he dashed through the crack into the nest, vanishing into the chaos within.
The sea beast roared in fury and pursued, narrowly avoiding a counter-slash from Shi Hao. Clutching its broken hammer, it bellowed, “Out of my way!”
With a breath, it unleashed a storm of silver runes, igniting the air into a blaze that reduced another group of cultivators to ash.
“A powerful rogue cultivator from the depths!” someone gasped. Such beings, having inherited formidable legacies, were not to be trifled with.
Inside, the battle raged even fiercer. Every inch of ground was contested, every step forward paid for in blood. The promise of the Kun Peng’s divine technique drove them all to madness.
*Clang!*
The moment Shi Hao stepped into this ancient battlefield, a barrage of runic attacks came his way. A group of warriors, seeing a newcomer, immediately turned their fury upon him.
His broken sword flared, deflecting the storm of runes as he dashed through, seeking a less crowded spot to regroup.
Though many had poured in, the space was vast—an entire world unto itself, devoid of the towering ancient trees that once formed the Kun Peng’s nest. Only mist and emptiness stretched before them.
“Ah—!”
Nearby, a flood dragon was split open, its massive body—hundreds of feet long—collapsing to the ground. Even a being beyond the Spirit Transformation realm had fallen here, its power suppressed, unable to unleash its full might.
But its killer was no ordinary foe either—only the strongest had made it this far, and among them were pure-blooded creatures of terrifying lineage.
The battlefield was vast, yet every corner seethed with killing intent. The horde of warriors clashed as they surged down an ancient path, deeper into the unknown.
Along the way, a shattered boulder stood, unremarkable save for a line of inscribed words:
*”Devour the sun and moon, refine the chaos.”*
The crowd halted, gasping. Only the Kun Peng could achieve such a feat—its realm beyond comprehension, its mysteries leaving them awestruck.
Then, in an instant, the battle erupted anew—more ferocious than before. For upon that boulder was an engraving: a Kun Peng spreading its wings, blotting out the heavens.
Though blurred, its overwhelming battle intent radiated from the stone, every feather poised as if to pierce the heavens themselves. The sheer dominance was unmatched.
This single image sparked a frenzy—many believed it held some fragment of the Kun Peng’s divine technique, and all sought to claim it for themselves.
*Shing!*
A flying sword, no longer than half a foot but razor-sharp, swept through the crowd. Many treasures shattered under its golden edge.
Shi Hao barely dodged in time, but those behind him were not so fortunate—bisected at the waist, their blood fountaining into the air.
The sword’s master was a peculiar sight—a one-meter-long fish, covered in violet scales, standing upright on its tail. Two dragon-like whiskers adorned its mouth, and an aura of purple mist swirled around it.
“A Violet Crystal Fish!” someone exclaimed in shock.
A legendary rarity, these creatures absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, forming violet crystals within their bodies—a priceless material that could elevate any treasure’s quality, especially flying swords.
This one, however, was no mere specimen—it had cultivated to terrifying heights. With a flick of its tail, the violet sword became a blazing sun of purple light, annihilating everything in its path.
*Crack!*
The fish then turned its sword upon the boulder, carving out the engraving before swallowing the stone whole.
The crowd watched in silence. None dared challenge it—this was no true treasure, merely a fragment. The real Kun Peng technique lay deeper still.
Days passed as they traversed the endless path. The battlefield stretched beyond imagination, a world unto itself.
Shi Hao fought relentlessly, his broken sword in hand, yet even he bore wounds—the foes here were too numerous, too powerful.
Then—
“It’s you! Nowhere to run!”
A green-haired youth appeared, wielding a cyan-gold whip—more akin to a bladed rod—and charged.
“Still alive after I split you in half? Ready for another round?” Shi Hao taunted, his broken sword flashing like a black river.
*Woo—!*
A horn’s call resounded, unleashing silver ripples that clashed with Shi Hao’s blade, the impact deafening.
This was a divine artifact from the ancient sacred mountains, and its power was undeniable.
Shi Hao frowned. The horn was formidable—its silver waves acting like shackles against his sword’s edge.
The green-haired youth, Qing Yun, sneered as he struck from above.
“Still fighting in the air? Not afraid of getting split again?” Shi Hao jeered.
Qing Yun faltered, his legs instinctively clamping together—his momentum broken.
Shi Hao laughed, while Qing Yun’s face darkened with fury.
*Boom!*
The divine servants attacked, forcing Shi Hao back. Though he fought valiantly, his cultivation was still lacking compared to these peak experts.
He realized—he needed to break through, to ascend further. But time was against him.
Then—a shout echoed through the battlefield.
“The end is here!”
All fighting ceased as the crowd surged forward, toward the path’s conclusion.
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