Chapter 828: Chapter 828: The Primordial’s Ascension to Godhood

“Anyone who dares speak to me like that has already died.” The silver-robed young man spoke.

Though not particularly tall, he exuded a heroic aura. His expression remained calm, devoid of anger, showing little concern for his opponent.

“He is Luo Dao, from Chi State, wielding a Sparrow Bone Sword. It’s said this might be his Primordial bone. When the sword’s light flares, it cuts through everything. He slew Deities even while in the Venerable Realm,” Hong Huang whispered to Shi Hao, cautioning him once again.

A Primordial being, with a storied history, commanding awe across multiple states, now ascended to become a True God — undoubtedly one of the most dangerous beings in Immortal Ancient.

Primordials, unmatched by nature itself, were impervious to death even if besieged by many. Let alone one who had become a True God — truly terrifying.

Shi Hao looked straight at the silver-robed young man and said, “What makes you think a mere Primordial can act lawlessly, looking down on all living beings?”

“In a sense, towards people like you, I indeed look down,” the silver-robed young man, Luo Dao, replied calmly.

“Here’s the deal — we kill him and split everything fifty-fifty.” A blue-clothed youth strode forward from behind, his blue eyes glimmering, surrounded by a faint blue aura.

His blood surged like a vast sea. With each step, the earth trembled, reverberating, as if the heavens and earth harmonized with his movements, echoing with the Song of the Dao.

This was unmistakable — deep mastery of cultivation, extraordinary mana, and unparalleled talent. Even his footsteps carried rhythm with the heavens, giving him an air of unity with the Celestials.

Someone like this was undoubtedly a youth of unrivaled stature within his clan, destined to lead his people someday.

“And who might you be?” Shi Hao frowned slightly.

“Lan Yichen,” the youth said, his gaze mocking as he looked at Shi Hao. He approached casually, already envisioning securing a Divine Medicine, his smile radiant.

After all, the intricate formation here was challenging to break. Now someone had already done the hard work for them.

That feeling of lurking in the background only to swoop in at the critical moment and reap the rewards filled him with immense satisfaction.

“That… he’s actually Lan Yichen?” Hong Huang was startled, hurriedly relaying the details of this figure to Shi Hao through a private sound transmission.

This clan was extraordinary, originating from Blue Gold Ridge, formed through the Spirit Communication and transformation of rare blue-gold essence. Though small in numbers, every member that emerged was utterly terrifying.

As for Lan Yichen, he was the most renowned among the youth of this clan, roving from region to region, taking on formidable challengers. Even while in the Venerable Realm, he commanded respect across an entire state.

From a distance, other ascended True Gods began arriving, drawn here by the unprecedented commotion. Upon recognizing them, they instinctively retreated, overwhelmed.

One Primordial alone was enough to suppress all heroes, commanding a region with untouchable dominance. If swarms of opponents attacked, they’d merely be fodder for conquest.

Now, however, two such beings were teaming up — how could anyone hope to fight them? Victory was utterly unattainable!

No one could have foreseen that two preeminent figures of this level would arrive together, inevitably sweeping away all opposition, unmatched in their dominance.

Hong Huang’s expression shifted drastically, her face pale. Tugging at Shi Hao’s sleeve, she subtly signaled him, urging him to flee quickly if faced with no other choice, for imminent danger was clear.

“So, I’ve encountered two ranked at least within the top ten thousand today,” Shi Hao said, his demeanor still composed, noticeably unafraid.

Lan Yichen’s smile waned as he heard this. In his state, he stood as the mightiest Venerable, yet Shi Hao dared to categorize him among a mere ten thousand rankings of the higher realms.

“The higher realms are vast, and geniuses are abundant. Don’t be overly confident,” Shi Hao said.

“Interesting, you’re at death’s door and still unwilling to wake up,” Lan Yichen said with a faint smile before turning to the silver-robed Luo Dao. “This time, it’s your turn to make the first move.”

The silver-robed young man, Luo Dao, took slow steps forward, looking directly at Shi Hao. “I’ll give you one chance. Pledge allegiance and I’ll spare your lives.”

“Keep them around as burdens?” Lan Yichen scoffed.

“No, keep them to break formations; they’ll be useful later,” Luo Dao responded.

Formation masters often lacked great cultivation power, but here in Immortal Ancient, they could prove indispensable — undoubtedly, there wouldn’t be only one relic site.

“Kid, you’ve got a death wish!” The Divine Striking Stone roared, anger boiling over, utterly fed up.

Ordinarily, anyone here would have suppressed their pride — even prodigious clan youth might endure humiliation — when faced with two unparalleled young kings.

But neither the Divine Striking Stone nor Shi Hao would tolerate suppression; their fiery tempers made such capitulation impossible.

“Leave the stone demon alive — kill the male,” Lan Yichen said coldly, his expression sharp.

The silver-robed Luo Dao nodded indifferently, casting an aloof glance at Hong Huang and saying, “I know of you — a Blood Phoenix descendant, a noble lady. You may follow alongside me.”

With one being a Primordial and the other capable of peerless combat within their rank, they were unyielding, audaciously snatching opportunities mid-course — their confidence justified.

Shi Hao observed them, unflinching and fearless, maintaining his composure. Step by step, he advanced to engage them in battle!

Such challenges were expected. Earlier that night, he and Hong Huang had triggered the formation, sword Qi towering into the heavens, ensuring their actions would attract attention.

But he feared nothing — having ascended as a True God, he held full confidence even when facing multiple adversaries.

“All of you step back. Don’t stand in the way here,” Lan Yichen ordered behind him, his oppressive aura forcing many powerful beings to retreat, unwilling to approach.

Though the allure of Divine Medicine was tempting, obtaining it required surviving first. Facing two Primordials standing together was courting death.

“So, will the two of you attack together, or are you coming one by one?” Shi Hao spoke indifferently.

The remark shocked everyone in the distance, even the two Primordials. Their gaze turned contemplative and intense.

“A formation master, boasting this level of confidence — does he think he can quickly deploy a killing formation here?” Lan Yichen mocked with cold detachment.

The silver-robed Luo Dao’s eyes gleamed brilliantly, closely inspecting Shi Hao, sensing remarkable vitality within him. Yet he also noted that parts of his body remained unrefined, darker compared to areas polished by Divine Fire.

This occurred because Shi Hao, subjected to one hundred and eight types of Dao Flames, had been tempered across one hundred and eight points. Despite ascending as a True God, the refinement was incomplete, leaving some areas untouched.

“An incomplete ascended True God dare speak to me this way… has the world changed that much?” Luo Dao sneered.

Having long observed Shi Hao from afar, he harbored no apprehension. Such a being was no threat — he could dispatch them like chaff.

“Move quickly! Plucking the Divine Medicine is critical; we must retreat somewhere to refine it. Both our cultivation levels stand to benefit greatly, securing unprecedented fortune,” Lan Yichen urged impatiently.

Luo Dao erupted with terrifying power, clad in a layer of character-encrypted shining armor — the ultimate manifestation of his ascension as a True God, with Bone Text woven protectively around him.

Fixing his gaze on Shi Hao, his voice icy and absolute, he declared, “Submit, or die. Decide for yourself!”

“Begone!” Shi Hao uttered a single word as he raised his fist for a devastating strike.

“Hmm?!” Lan Yichen was startled, observing this ascended yet incomplete figure erupt with monstrous blood energy.

Even he was moved; the vitality was overwhelming, Divine Power raging fiercely — undoubtedly a Primordial, as potent as them. He’d completely underestimated him.

Ignoring his ability to render himself immune to mana, Shi Hao now had finer control over it, deciding when to activate it. At this moment, he sought only triumph through raw, overwhelming power.

“Boom!”

The battlefield roared, mana surging wildly. Luo Dao let out a resounding shout, summoning his full combat skills to oppose Shi Hao.

“Bang! Bang!”

The clash was marked by the collision of characters and magical energies, brilliant explosions resembling fireworks illuminating the void.

Within moments, the two exchanged dozens of treasure technique blows, each fiercer than the last. Ultimately, Luo Dao was forced back, his chest heaving and face pale ashen.

Behind him, the crowd stood frozen, their expressions resembling carved stone. This seemingly harmless youth had managed to overwhelm a Primordial.

Lan Yichen observed intently, his expression shifting between light and dark. He realized he’d gravely misjudged the situation; assuming formation masters lacked potent combat strength had proven erroneous. He chose to remain and watch, refraining from intervention for now.

Luo Dao’s eyes burned ominously, harnessing brilliance as he locked onto Shi Hao, aware of the trouble he’d stirred. His foe wasn’t ordinary — this was a Primordial.

Clang!

Luo Dao moved. His right arm radiated fiery crimson light as the tip of a blade emerged slowly from his palm, glimmering like blood-red crystals.

It was a sword — half a meter long, luminous scarlet, resembling a masterpiece carved from refined red jade. Its sanctity was matched only by its unparalleled sharpness.

“A Primordial Treasure Art — the Sparrow Bone Sword!” someone exclaimed.

Luo Dao bore traces of Vermillion Bird lineage. Rumor had it the Sparrow Bone Sword was naturally born within him, peerless in its terror, capable of slaying Deities while still in the Venerable Realm!

“Shoo!”

Like an arrow loosed from the bowstring, Luo Dao shot forth wielding the Sparrow Bone Sword, releasing radiant beams of crimson light, clashing against Shi Hao.

Behind him, faint blood-colored wings emerged, amplifying his speed as he encircled Shi Hao, striking relentlessly.

Shi Hao’s brows furrowed, not in fear but scrutiny — the blade was bizarrely unusual. Even he felt it would be unwise to recklessly confront it. He believed this weapon could snuff out even a True God.

Within seconds, the two shifted positions repeatedly, with Luo Dao launching over a hundred sword strikes, yet none landed.

“Die!”

Suddenly, Luo Dao’s presence shifted vehemently. The sword in his hand carried the weight of mountains, slowing its trajectory while resonating with the heavens’ oppressive aura, pressing down on Shi Hao.

He struck again and again — though slower, the frightening crimson light grew intensely radiant.

Boom!

As the two met once more, Luo Dao unleashed his fiercest Sword Qi in an ultimate attack.

“Clang!”

As cold determination flashed in Shi Hao’s eyes, he ceased analyzing the sword’s mystique, unleashing his own Divine might to counter.

“Dong!”

The heavens trembled. Luo Dao’s blow shattered the mana-crafted luminous characters shielding Shi Hao, grazing past him and narrowly missing its lethal mark.

Luo Dao felt regret — the sword, capable of felling even a Divine Realm being with merely a superficial wound, cursedly failed to connect. An opportunity squandered.

In this moment, as they passed one another, Luo Dao’s hair began emitting an unusual glow, turning a blood-red hue while elongating instantly to ensnare Shi Hao. Runes surged violently into the skies.

Such sudden emergence caught everyone off guard; no one anticipated his hair’s horrifying power, unleashing brilliance that instilled dread, even terror among countless ascended beings.

“This… this is Primordial Treasure Art!” Even Lan Yichen was startled.

Shi Hao swiftly maneuvered away, yet his arm was still entangled by the hair. Its potency was immense; it invaded his skin, drawing blood from impact.

“So that’s how it is!” He realized the truth. Luo Dao’s cunning mask had misled the world — rumors of the Sparrow Bone Sword as his innate gift were propagated intentionally, veiling his true powers. It was nothing more than an extraordinary treasure bestowed by his sect; his actual Innate Divine Ability resided within his hair.

“Die!”

Luo Dao roared, radiating dazzling brightness. Particularly, his hair burst forth in brilliance, outshining the sun, marked with unimaginable runic brilliance.

The hair crumbled Shi Hao’s Divine Power and siphoned his energy directly.

Simultaneously, he brandished the Sparrow Bone Sword, preparing to cleave the restrained Shi Hao, brilliant scarlet light erupting catastrophically.

“You brought this on yourself,” Shi Hao said softly, with no hint of fear. He shone brightly, summoning the Reincarnation Treasure Technique, channeling its force through the strands entangling him and directly onto Luo Dao.

Had it been unleashed in combat, Luo Dao might’ve evaded, but entangled as he was now, escape was impossible.

This was the confrontation of supreme Primordial Treasure Arts — a clash at the pinnacle of power.

“Ah…” Luo Dao howled at the heavens. The reversal was abrupt. His radiating threads dimmed rapidly, with runes disintegrating into nothingness. He seemed to age ten thousand years in an instant, losing vitality — his skin wrinkled into decrepitude.

His glowing hair dimmed lifelessly into snow-white tendrils. His once-youthful presence became a husk, weighed by mortality, collapsing entirely devoid of strength.

Thud!

Luo Dao fell to the ground, his hair slackening from Shi Hao’s arm.

Every spectator froze in shock. The scene brought chills to their hearts.

Shi Hao advanced steadily, step after step, until he was directly above Luo Dao, pressing him underfoot, looking down coldly. His voice was calm but undeniable as he said, “Submit, or die. The choice is yours.”

Then he raised his head toward Lan Yichen. “I lack two battle servants. You too can make the same choice.”

Silence enveloped the battlefield, oppressive and weighty. A towering Primordial lay subdued beneath Shi Hao’s feet — was there anyone brave enough to question his dominance?

Outside, within the various sects and clans, cultivators were equally astounded. This was his Supreme Treasure Art, imbued with the power of time, capable of stripping life itself — unspeakably fearsome.

Every heart quaked. This marked the first time he demonstrated his Reincarnation Technique in the higher realms, shocking all. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit to cast your votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.wuxiaworld.site for reading.)