Chapter 806: Chapter 806: Spirit Realm (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Spirit Realm, with ancient years, vast and boundless.

“Bang!”

Shi Hao appeared and landed on the ground.

This was a swamp, filled with numerous puddles and mud lakes, yet many large trees grew here, their branches spread wide, shielding the sky.

The trees were not densely packed, spaced far apart, with little other vegetation between them. The swamp was filled with a heavy yin energy, rarely touched by sunlight.

The Spirit Realm, so real, once entered, it felt no different from the outside world.

“What was the intention behind such a grand world built by the divine spirit using psychic power?” Shi Hao furrowed his brow, feeling more than ever that there must be a profound secret within.

The Lower Realm has the Realm of Virtual Gods, and the higher realms have the Spirit Realm; essentially no different, just under different names.

A real Divine Realm opened by the ancient gods? As he understands more, Shi Hao feels this is unlikely and its purpose unclear, which could be of great significance.

However, now was not the time for distractions, as he had already entered the battlefield and the competition, facing opponents at any time.

Indeed, around him, roaring sounds were incessant, the void blurred, and one figure after another descended, appearing in the swamp, clad in shining armor, exuding murderous intent.

“Swish!”

Someone made a move, attacking the person next to them as soon as they appeared.

Treasured Artifacts collided, characters surged into the sky, trees shattered, and mud splashed.

“Ah…”

Accompanied by a scream, the first Venerable One was struck down, ensnared around the neck by a chain, characters flowing on that high Divine Chain, bursting into light.

“Splat!”

A head fell to the ground, while the glowing chain strangled the neck, trailing blood, rattling loudly, retreating like a snake.

With this, blood already painted the battlefield red, inaugurating the opening scene!

In an instant, the number of people around him surged, and although there was enough space for them to make moves, they were still densely packed and numerous, the quiet swamp suddenly bursting into chaos, filled with sweeping murderous intent.

“Kill!”

Almost instinctively, to protect themselves and compete, these Venerables lashed out at those nearby and surrounding them, unbothered by sentiments here.

Survival of the fittest, only the cruelest and bloodiest laws were at play here.

“Bang!”

With a raise of his hand, Shi Hao sent a sneaky Venerable flying; that person exploded in the void, turned into a shower of light and vanished, which startled the people around him.

With a simple gesture, he exerted a lightning-like force, easily blasting a strong opponent, which made the nearby ones wary, hesitant to confront him rashly.

Although the swamp was vast, it couldn’t accommodate all participants; this was just one area, with many more battlefields afar.

Entering the Spirit Realm, people couldn’t all squeeze into one place; there were eighty battlefields, close to each other.

What was the concept of eight million Venerables? Like True Dragons thrashing the sea, storm waves crashing into the heavens.

At this moment, Shi Hao could sense that these battlefields were interconnected, with a massive will and a surging murderous intent thriving, which was breathtaking–it was the combined force of all Venerables.

A bead flashed, transforming into a golden thread targeting the back of Shi Hao’s head, Bone Text illuminating the area brightly.

Shi Hao turned his head, raised his hand to strike the dragon-eye-size golden bead; with a clang, sparks flew everywhere, deafening, surrounding giant trees and all burst apart, and the mud exploded like waves in all directions.

This was a Divine Spirit Artifact!

Otherwise, it would certainly not have withstood a strike from Shi Hao and was indeed a rare item.

Inside the golden bead was a Jiao Long, hissing and thrashing, which, upon collision, broke free and transformed into a huge Jiao dragon body, crushing down with a loud bang.

“Spurt!”

Around, dozens of Venerables were struck by the massive Jiao dragon’s body, their bones broken, violently spouting blood, and some even died on the spot, turning into light rain and vanishing.

“Boom!”

There were mountains too within the swamp, and one of them, quite large, crumbled on the spot upon being struck by Jiao Long, with boulders tumbling down.

“Jiao dragon bead, imprisoning its spirit essence, is an extraordinary artifact; alas, in the Spirit Realm, otherwise it could be ground into powder and refined into medicine,” Shi Hao marveled.

“Kill!”

That was a purple-clothed man, adorned with a dragon pattern, seemingly the insignia of one of the great schools. His gaze was cold, filled with murderous intent, not expecting that even such a mighty killing weapon like the golden Jiao bead could not kill his opponent.

Shi Hao did not care who he was. Back when he dominated the Realm of Virtual Gods, even the older strong ones were chased around by him, let alone a same-level fight now.

“Swish!”

He transformed into a beam of divine light and dived down, with wind and thunder wings emerging behind him, weaving out brilliant streaks, with a bang, he shot out a massive bolt of lightning.

“Ah…”

The purple-clothed man screamed, half of his body charred, tumbling backwards, his clothes torn, coughing blood.

Shi Hao was surprised, as very few Venerables could withstand a hit from him and not die; this man was indeed not simple.

‘Swoosh!’ He swiftly charged forward, following up with a kick, stepping out ten arcs of electricity, each capable of piercing through a Venerable.

‘Roar!’

The Jiao dragon soared, the massive Jiao holding the golden bead dived down, protecting the purple-clothed man.

‘Splat!’

The massive Jiao body was struck flying, pierced by the lightning enlightenment Shi Hao gained from the Heavenly Tribulation, scales fell off in abundance, blood drenched.

Even a Divine Level Jiao dragon couldn’t withstand this strike from Shi Hao in the Spirit Realm.

‘You…’ the purple-clothed man, alarmed, felt he had kicked the iron plate, loudly shouting to make Shi Hao stop.

‘Martial brother, please stop, I am from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, this is a misunderstanding. With our strength, we could join forces and beat anyone,’ he proposed.

Shi Hao was indifferent, fearless here; this person had attacked him from the start, and he didn’t want to leave any troubles behind.

‘Demon Dragon Dao Gate?’ Some surrounding Venerables were startled and quickly retreated, daring not to provoke and showing signs of fear.

‘Hm?’ Shi Hao furrowed his brow, suddenly remembering, the Demon Dragon Dao Gate was formidable, one of the oldest traditions in the higher realms, and he vaguely heard that this school had been targeting and monitoring Sin State, not allowing the Descendants of Sinful Blood to thrive too much.

Some ancient spiritual lineages, usually quiet, but rumors have many pointing toward the Sinful Blood Lineage, guarding the Sin State.

Demon Dragon Dao Gate is one among them!

“Boom!”

Shi Hao spread the horrifying wind and thunder wings behind him, violent lightning flew out and struck him, the man in purple exploded instantly, thus ending the scene.

The surrounding Venerable Ones felt chills and scattered in a panic.

The marshland is vast, with a hundred thousand Venerable Ones fighting; Shi Hao charged forward, unstoppable.

As soon as he reached a place, after Suppression Killing a few strong opponents, the area around him immediately became empty, for everyone was terrified–this man was too formidable; he struck down gods and killed Buddhas!

Shi Hao took steps forward, carrying the huge wind and thunder wings on his back, stepping on the marsh, and in that moment, no one dared to make a move against him, all retreated.

This was the prestige born from slaughter, going through two hours, he broke out from the hundred thousand Venerable Ones, leaving behind him a ground soaked with blood, where many beings had been slain.

Since then, almost everyone in this region knew of this Devil King, who must not be provoked, or it would certainly result in being struck down.

If people did not offend him, he would not attack them. Nobody wanted to mess with such a death god, especially since Sin State had a total of ten thousand spots.

Shi Hao stepped out of the marshland and saw other battlegrounds, interconnected, also in the midst of intense battles, many Venerable Ones making moves, Treasured Artifacts flying all over the sky.

Those territories have gone wild, the ground cracking, mountains collapsing, turned into unrecognizable shapes, even large lakes were dried up.

Fortunately, this is the Spirit Realm, otherwise, it would be unimaginable what the heaven and earth would have turned into.

Two hours of intense battle, too many Venerable Ones have died, the vast land not only shattered but speckled crimson — all stained with blood.

This is too brutal!

“All go to the Supreme Ancient Altar, those who fail to pass will be swept out of the Spirit Realm, losing their qualifications.”

A grand voice resonated above eighty battlefields, this was the rules manifesting, unfeeling and cold, indifferent, echoing in everyone’s ears.

The great battle paused, and in the void, many golden roads appeared, carrying survivors from various battlefields, rushing towards the Supreme Ancient Altar.

This would also be the final test, success or failure hinges on this moment!

Meanwhile, in the outer world, the vast Dao grounds of Sin State.

Many Venerable Ones sitting on the ground opened their eyes, these were all the defeated, slain in the Spirit Realm, and now their spirits returned, their bodies awakened.

“Swoosh!”

The ancient great restrictive formation started operating on its own, and immediately, over seven million people disappeared, leaving a vast empty space, making the area suddenly empty.

Everyone was shocked, such brutality, and it was just over two hours, the melee had progressed to this point, with eight hundred million Venerable Ones experiencing massive losses.

Outside the vast Dao grounds, many people were waiting for news, not lacking prominent figures from various schools, including Celestial Gods and sect master-level personalities.

“Everyone from our school has been wiped out, all killed and sent back, indeed cannot match the top schools,” an elder sighed.

“Eh, isn’t that a disciple of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate? I know this person, very powerful, yet was slain, losing the qualifications!” someone exclaimed in shock.

After more than seven million Venerable Ones emerged, many lowered their heads, despair and bitterness overwhelming, eliminated so quickly, losing their qualifications to enter the Immortal Ancient.

They also did not leave, waiting outside the formation, to see the final outcome.

“Master, I have lost!” In the crowd, a young man in purple clothes had an iron blue complexion, and his knuckles had turned white from gripping so hard. He was the expert who was killed by Shi Hao.

“With your qualifications, you could have easily made it into the top 500. To be killed by someone…” said a Celestial God with an expressionless face, utterly indifferent. He was a high-ranking member of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate.

“Could he be the person we’re looking for?” someone whispered nearby.

“Hmm, we’ll all go in and watch later, observing quietly from outside the Supreme Ancient Altar.” said the Celestial God.

“I wonder if the other sects have faced any losses or if they will encounter the person we’re seeking,” said a True God.

Earlier, even as powerful as they were, they dared not lightly enter the chaotic battlefield because there, the realms would be suppressed, and the strongest would be no more than Venerable Ones, hard to surpass.

If the Celestial Gods were to rush into the battlefield where eight million Venerable Ones were shedding blood and fighting, it would be quite a spectacle if any were killed.

The fact is, once the realm is suppressed, the land of chaotic bloodshed is extremely dangerous, and the possibility of being killed is very high; no one dares to tread lightly.

The Spirit Realm, grander and more real than the Realm of Virtual Gods, where even distinguished figures from the higher realms would be constrained upon entering.

“We can finally go in and watch the battle at the Supreme Ancient Altar, to see the contest of dragons and tigers, who will stand supreme, the number one of Sin State,” many people said excitedly and impatiently.

After a great battle, the number of Venerable Ones was sharply reduced. Those watching from outside the altar would not be affected anymore.

The Spirit Realm, outside the Supreme Ancient Altar.

There are several paths all leading inside; it is an ancient altar like a huge mountain, soaring into the clouds, entirely dark, oppressive, and heavy.

“Oh, the top of the altar, where clouds and mists are steaming, the Supreme Elixir is almost full, who can ascend there?”

The Venerables who arrived were shocked, hardly believing that at the very top of the altar, there was a bowl, seemingly overflowing with a crystal-clear liquid.

Soon, all Venerables shut their mouths, the path ahead was blocked, and some people stood there, scrutinizing something.

“It’s people from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate and Fire Cloud Cave, both ancient schools from the higher realms, immensely powerful, what are they… doing?”

Those people stopped the passersby, and anyone wanting to go forward had to go through their scrutiny.

“Descendants of Sinful Blood, move aside!”

A woman from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, with thin lips, though beautiful, gave off a mean impression, shooed several Cultivators away, not allowing them near the path.

“Why?”

“Scions of great evil, all of you get back to the end, you’re lucky to have even this chance!” another man said coldly.

“You…” Those people were both stunned and furious, it was humiliating; this was Sin State, yet outsiders were usurping control, behaving so tyrannically.

Everyone knew that those who enter first had the advantage, only the first ten thousand were selected.

“What do you mean ‘you’? If you don’t want to die, get lost. You bear Sinful Blood, you should beg for forgiveness generation after generation!” those few people shouted.

Far away, Shi Hao’s gaze was icy cold; he knew that if he wanted to enter, it wouldn’t end amicably. This was mostly aimed at him, but he had no fear; sooner or later his identity would be exposed.

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