Chapter 599: Devouring the Chaotic Heaven (8K)

Cooking as a Dao path expanded Li Hao's definition of ingredients.

Though the battle knife's divine artifact could serve as an ingredient, Li Hao had no intention of burning or cooking it; instead, he directed the Chaotic Divine Fire to engulf Hun Tian Huntian Shengren, and in an instant, the corpse's body blazed fiercely, its fat, bones, and blood all refined and stewed within the Chaotic Divine Fire.

"What are you doing?!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit, seeing his body burn, felt a surge of terror as the flames erupted across heaven and earth, as if he had returned to the primitive age and witnessed a forest fire, frantically fleeing.

Li Hao said nothing, fully mobilizing the Celestial Star Meridians to fuel the Chaotic Divine Fire's roaring blaze.

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren roared in fury, sensing the threat of death, and urgently tried to merge his Primordial Spirit back into his body.

Soon, the corpse and Primordial Spirit reconnected, and the pain of the body surged back, restoring sensation.

As they merged, his body's self-healing ability activated; even under the Chaotic Divine Fire's burn, his flesh slowly regenerated, roaring as he slapped at the flames engulfing him.

But this Chaotic Divine Fire was born from the minutiae of heaven and earth, omnipresent and unextinguishable; once gathered by Li Hao, it revealed its terrifying might.

Li Hao caught the scent of roasting meat, his appetite surging, saliva pooling in his mouth.

But Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's struggles shook loose the Chaotic Divine Fire, making it unrealistic to slowly burn and cook him alive.

"The speed is still too slow…"

Li Hao's eyes darkened; his Primordial Spirit guided the shard and suddenly slashed again.

With his recent insights from cooking as a Dao path, many realizations surged forth—including techniques for side dishes and ingredient preparation—and this time, the shard's blade cut faster, more Jizhi.

That slash of light was no less formidable than Li Hao's Sword Dao; in an instant, like a crescent moon, it severed every joint of Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's body, ripping his Primordial Spirit free from his flesh.

Simultaneously, the Chaotic Divine Fire surged violently, burning with even greater frenzy.

"What kind of fire is this? Do you intend to burn me alive?!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren, shocked and furious, saw a long-forgotten fear flicker in his eyes—he actually felt dread from this tiny human, felt the shadow of death, could not believe it, yet the changes before him were beyond his control.

He knew he could not let Li Hao destroy his body, or he might truly perish at the hands of this mere Tribulation-Crossing fool.

He poured all his strength into merging his Primordial Spirit with his body, but the moment he established a tenuous link, the blade slashed again, severing it instantly.

The shard danced like aurora, swift as lightning, stretching between his body and Primordial Spirit.

The shard's sharpness didn't just cut flesh—it could cleave the Primordial Spirit itself.

"You—!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren roared in fury, his Primordial Spirit repeatedly attempting to reconnect, only to be severed by Li Hao each time.

And he watched helplessly as his own body, beneath the terrifying flames, continuously burned and shrank, releasing waves of strange, fragrant meat aroma; the Dao hidden within his pores drifted out like visible, fragrant smoke, swirling around his body.

His body, already perfected into a Saintly form, was now dissolving under the stewing!

Originally, his flesh had become a Saint; now, under cooking, it regressed—but the Saintly Dao fused into his flesh did not vanish; instead, it drifted free, surrounding his body.

Li Hao saw this and knew the flesh was now "tender and soft."

Perfect for absorption.

Without hesitation, he swung the shard to continuously tear and block Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit from approaching, while he himself lunged toward the body.

The Chaotic Divine Fire scattered; Li Hao crashed onto Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's shattered demonic body and tore it apart.

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's flesh rivaled the finest heavenly treasures; even some divine herbs and spirit fruits could not match it—every bone, blood, and demonic armor plate brimmed with immense, pure energy.

Without a word, Li Hao ripped off an arm and devoured it ravenously.

He was now in the Form of Heaven and Earth, his body colossal, directly tearing and devouring Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's flesh.

"You—you've gone mad!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit stared in disbelief—this creature was eating him, treating him as food!

He had come to hunt Li Hao, viewing Li Hao as the tender, easily plucked nourishment on the chopping block—now the tables had turned: his own body was being devoured.

"Since we share the same origin—you became a Saint through flesh, you need me; eating me greatly supplements you; eating you supplements me just as much!"

Li Hao spoke as he ate, his Primordial Spirit flickering on his body, coldly fixed on Hun Tian Huntian Shengren.

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit, enraged beyond endurance, would rather see his body shattered than become Li Hao's vessel—he was a Supreme Saint, cultivated since the Ancient Era, risen through countless trials among demons and monsters to become a Sovereign, and now he was to be eaten by Li Hao? Unthinkable! "Primordial Dao, Ninefold Primordial Split!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren roared; his Primordial Spirit erupted with terrifying soul power, a force capable of stirring the void.

The Primordial Spirit had no meridians—only pure soul energy; now this energy split into nine streams, interweaving and amplifying each other, massively boosting the Primordial Spirit's might.

His Primordial Spirit howled and surged toward the body.

Li Hao was startled—this seemed to be a secret technique of the Primordial Spirit, capable of amplifying its power.

He immediately directed the shard to slice toward the Primordial Spirit.

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit did not dodge; it let the shard cleave through it. Though its power surged, it still parted like thin paper before the shard—but each severed fragment took independent form, drilling into the body from different directions.

Li Hao's face darkened; he grabbed Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's body and swiftly teleported away.

Simultaneously, his previously condensed Sovereign Will let out a cold, heavy snort.

The Primordial Spirit belonged to the soul; the soul was spiritual power, and the Sovereign Will was the ultimate symbol of spirit.

Under this shock, all the split Primordial fragments paused, then turned their eyes—filled with venomous hatred—toward Li Hao.

Li Hao unleashed his Eternal Dao Domain, using the shard to constantly repel the fragments while maintaining distance, all the while devouring the body with furious speed.

As he swallowed more flesh, Li Hao felt a scorching heat throughout his body, like a starving man drinking rich meat broth—like parched earth receiving rain, a soothing sensation flooded his limbs with powerful energy.

The more Li Hao ate, the faster he devoured, and the stronger his Dao Domain became.

"Stop!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren roared, charging forward; one Primordial fragment suddenly pierced through the shard, slipped into Li Hao's Dao Domain—though slowed, it still instantly drilled into the body.

The withered body, as the Primordial Spirit merged, gradually regained vitality.

Li Hao's eyes gleamed; he did not use the shard to sever it again, but bit directly into the flesh where the Primordial Spirit had hidden.

"You seek death!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial Spirit surged from the body, transforming into a blade, aiming to obliterate Li Hao's Primordial Spirit.

Li Hao's Primordial Spirit retreated into the Sovereign Will; the blade swept through, striking the Sovereign Will—Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's pupils shrank; he felt his consciousness suddenly plunge into boundless heaven and earth, as if an invisible, unfathomable grand presence gazed down upon him from all directions.

"What… is this?"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren was momentarily dazed.

Li Hao seized the chance, using his Primordial Spirit to envelop and rapidly melt down that fragment, while swallowing the torn flesh.

Due to the Primordial Spirit's presence, the body's pain surged—not merely nerve-based, but spiritual as well, far worse than ten thousand cuts, unavoidable and unblockable: the tearing agony of flesh, Saintly Dao, and Primordial Spirit all being devoured simultaneously.

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren screamed, struggling desperately, but under Li Hao's chewing, he quickly faded.

The remaining Primordial fragments still chased Li Hao.

Li Hao ignored them, burying his head in devouring.

After devouring one of Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's Primordial fragments, Li Hao's own Primordial Spirit strengthened slightly.

Li Hao felt a faint stir within—he had reached the Primordial Spirit's ultimate limit; if he pushed further, he would reach the Final Realm of Spirit Travel! Yet he only sensed slight enhancement, no breakthrough—he guessed shattering the bottleneck of the ultimate limit wouldn't be easy.

Soon, as Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's body was devoured more and more, the remaining flesh dwindled, dissolving faster under the Chaotic Divine Fire; the drifting Dao was also swallowed by Li Hao.

These scattered Dao energies, combined with the flesh, fused within Li Hao's body—no different from consuming the whole body, and even easier to digest!

"So tender and soft—even another Saint who ate this would see massive flesh enhancement, perhaps even achieve flesh-sainthood!"

Li Hao thought to himself.

As he absorbed more, Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's body quickly shrank to only one-tenth of its original size.

At this moment, Li Hao radiated terrifying might—his aura more fearsome than Hun Tian Huntian Shengren's had been; heat waves boiled from his flesh, and the mist within those waves was none other than manifested Dao.

His Dao bones and divine blood were both strengthened and elevated.

Li Hao had once achieved flesh-sainthood, but only after one tribulation; now, he felt even completing three tribulations would not match this surge.

The Saintly Dao within his flesh grew stronger, his body exuding exotic fragrance, Dao swirling around him, each pore a profound, vast channel brimming with infinite might and power.

Li Hao suddenly halted, noticing Hun Tian Huntian Shengren still chasing him—he sensed one Primordial fragment, lagging behind during the pursuit, now quietly slipping away toward another direction.

Clearly, though the Saint had appeared utterly furious, he had still left himself an escape route—his rage hadn't clouded his judgment.

Li Hao smirked faintly, raised his hand, and felt as if he could crush the void itself.

"Imprison!"

Li Hao raised his palm and clenched it tightly.

A black vortex formed in his palm; space shattered, the pulling force twisting the surrounding void.

The pursuing Primordial fragments stared at Li Hao in shock and fury, eyes filled with rage and helplessness.

He had truly been eaten—become another's vessel.

With a thunderous boom, several Primordial fragments exploded; without a body, stripped of most ultimate-limit techniques, they were no match for Li Hao.

Had Li Hao not reached the Primordial Spirit's ultimate limit, Hun Tian Huntian Shengren could have transformed his Primordial Spirit into a blade and directly slain Li Hao's soul, usurping his body—but Li Hao's Primordial Spirit was no weaker, and protected by the Sovereign Will, it could not be destroyed.

"Yuan Zu will kill you when he learns of this!"

Hun Tian Huntian Shengren roared.

Li Hao extinguished each Primordial fragment one by one, then turned toward the fragment frantically fleeing into the distance—he sneered, stepped into the Return Void teleportation, and chased after it at blinding speed.

The fragment's face turned ashen; it glanced back once, then kept sprinting forward without turning.

At this moment, it cared for nothing—only to find Long Sheng or another Saint, and expose Li Hao's secret of cultivating the Three Saints.

Once this news reached the other Supreme Saints, he believed they would unite against Li Hao—even if the Immortal Path were found—and make him follow the same fate as the Divine King.

After all, the Three Saints united concerned the Saintly Ultimate Limit—a vague legend.

Some had claimed that reaching the Realm of Hearing the Dao was the absolute peak; beyond that, no further realms existed.

The Saintly Ultimate Limit thus became legend, yet no one had ever achieved the Three Saints' union, so the claim remained unproven.

Now, Hun Tian Huntian Shengren was certain: Saints had an Ultimate Limit, and the Three Saints' union was the path to it—otherwise, how could this mere Tribulation-Crossing Saint like Li Hao stand against him, let alone surpass him? "Too bad—you won't get the chance!"

Li Hao's cold voice rang out; at the same moment, Hun Tian Huntian Shengren suddenly felt a blade hurtling toward his back.

His pupils shrank—he stared in horror at Li Hao, who stood far away, yet the blade arrived instantly, exceeding even the Primordial Spirit's control range.

Unless Li Hao has some secret method to expand the range of his Primordial Spirit's control over objects, this increase is far too extreme.

Moreover, that fragment had approached silently, and he hadn't sensed it at all.

Boom! As he reeled in shock, a hidden force suddenly manifested before him.

The Huntean True Saint gasped in horror and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

It was unmistakably a thread—an invisible thread.

Whoosh! The thread sliced through the Huntean True Saint's Primordial Spirit; at the same moment, the fragment drew near and swiftly slashed across it, shattering the Huntean True Saint's Primordial Spirit in an instant.

The shattered Primordial Spirit scattered and fled in all directions.

But Li Hao seized the chance to close in, his Dao Domain enveloping and covering every fragment of the Primordial Spirit.

Under the Eternal Dao Domain, the severed Primordial Spirit fragments were instantly frozen; with a gesture from Li Hao, they all flew toward him.

Li Hao didn't waste words—he sent out his own Primordial Spirit and sucked every fragment into it.

The Huntean True Saint's furious roars and screams echoed in his ears, but soon vanished.

Li Hao scanned the surroundings, confirmed there were no leftovers, then turned his gaze to the remaining body of the Huntean True Saint in his hand.

This place was perilous and unpredictable; Li Hao had no patience for leisurely savoring—he swiftly refined and absorbed the demon body.

As the remainder of the Huntean True Saint's flesh was fully consumed, Li Hao finally relaxed, checked the surroundings once more to confirm nothing was missed, then gradually retracted his power, letting all his Extreme Realm energies fade quietly away.

"This Huntean True Saint should be dead…"

Li Hao's eyes flickered; remembering the earlier example of the Star Saint, he couldn't be certain whether the opponent had left behind a spark via some special artifact. But without doubt, the Huntean True Saint here had been killed by him—utterly, completely dead! "This flesh, this Primordial Spirit—even if other sparks remain, they're far too faint to ever amount to anything…"

Li Hao's eyes flickered again; he'd seek out Master Feng after leaving the ancient hall to have him calculate whether any spark remained.

If there was one, the opponent would surely try to spread his cultivation far and wide, and trouble would inevitably follow.

"If my strength could advance further, even a Source Ancestor wouldn't frighten me—this news spreading wouldn't matter, just like how the Source Ancestor possesses the Seven Tribulation Emperor Weapon, unique in all heavens, coveted by all, yet none dare steal it…"

"That Divine King was besieged by countless True Saints—ultimately, it was because he drew envy without possessing enough deterrent power. If one had power capable of deterring all heavens, one wouldn't fear envy or surveillance."

Li Hao thought to himself.

Those who walk in the light inevitably draw countless eyes and countless malicious gazes—this is normal.

He glanced around; the battle's shockwaves had shattered two ancient mountains.

The traces of this battle couldn't be erased in a short time; he could only leave quickly and erase his own aura.

Li Hao turned and rushed toward the previous teleportation point—now only Long Sheng remained there, and he wasn't afraid.

While traveling, Li Hao felt his body undergoing constant change—every muscle and flesh seemed to split, metamorphose, and continuously erupt with terrifying power.

His flesh-based Dao had grown thicker, more complete.

Li Hao didn't fly at full speed; instead, he walked slowly through the air.

A walk after a meal aids digestion.

The massive body of the Huntean True Saint had been utterly consumed by his brilliant light, every trace of his True Saint Dao absorbed.

"This is… Extreme Force Dao…"

Li Hao sensed the Huntean True Saint's Dao within himself—the Extreme Force Dao was the Dao of Force, capable of pushing power to its ultimate enhancement.

Having achieved Dao through his flesh alone, he had already surpassed other True Saints; now, absorbing this Extreme Force Dao, his strength leaped forward dramatically—even pure physical power alone could now stand toe-to-toe with a Supreme Saint without losing ground.

Moreover, as his flesh continued to metamorphose, it grew stronger still.

Li Hao took out his Merit Badge and slashed at his forearm—but it wouldn't cut, like a dull knife scraping buffalo hide; even with force, it only left faint white scratches.

Li Hao put away the Merit Badge and picked up the Emperor Weapon blade; this weapon possessed consciousness, but having witnessed Li Hao cook and devour the Huntean True Saint, and feeling the chaos divine fire, it now felt as if it were melting—completely submissive, sending him appeasing thoughts.

Li Hao had no intention of replacing his Merit Badge with it; though it was a blade, changing its form at this Emperor Weapon level wasn't difficult.

Li Hao gripped the hilt and slashed his forearm—drawing a bloody cut.

Li Hao frowned slightly; it seemed that though his flesh had strengthened, it still hadn't reached the level of a Sixth Tribulation Emperor Weapon.

But the blade's edge had met resistance when cutting to the bone—he must now be at the level of a Fifth Tribulation Emperor Weapon.

Remember, many True Saints in all heavens couldn't even afford a Third Tribulation Emperor Weapon.

Even some ancient Three Calamity True Saints possessed only Second Tribulation Emperor Weapons.

Rare treasures and resources were held by the Supreme Saints, just like how commoners in the Divine Dynasty held all scarce resources—everything was monopolized by the very top, the smallest fraction of people.

"Aside from Supreme Saints, no other True Saint could harm me even if they attacked me directly…"

Li Hao's eyes flickered; though he regarded Supreme Saints as rivals, he himself was only a First Tribulation True Saint—reaching this level was already terrifying.

Li Hao picked up the fragment again, turning it over between his fingertips.

Earlier he hadn't had time to examine it closely; now he saw it was terrifyingly bright, its edge utterly free of dust.

He lightly dragged it across his arm—it sliced open as easily as cutting tofu.

Li Hao couldn't help but sigh; no wonder the Huntean True Saint had fallen here—his flesh had already achieved True Saint status, invincible, yet he'd encountered such a terrifying weapon.

Li Hao sheathed the battle blade, planning to dismantle it later and feed it to his Merit Badge.

This blade had long served the Huntean True Saint; it might harbor private feelings or attachments—better to destroy it.

A warrior must have absolute trust in the weapon in his hand.

Li Hao tucked the fragment into his sleeve; for now, it was his strongest divine weapon.

As he returned, the Huntean demon body's flesh within him continued to slowly digest; Li Hao estimated that once fully absorbed, it would push his flesh even further.

At this moment, he crossed over countless ancient mountains and returned to the previous teleportation point.

Here stood a palace, now ruined, piled high with dust; behind it lay a bamboo courtyard with a well, and a figure stood beside the well, radiating a crimson glow.

Sensing something, the figure turned—Long Sheng.

But Long Sheng's appearance was strange: his expression twisted in agony, face contorted as if enduring something, eyes filled with brutality.

Yet when he saw Li Hao, the brutality and pain in his eyes froze.

Clearly, he hadn't expected that even after the Huntean True Saint personally chased him, Li Hao had still survived.

He knew why the Huntean True Saint pursued Li Hao—to consume him as a flesh elixir and ascend to the Flesh Divine Realm! Once reaching that stage, he could rival Source Ancestors and Divine Kings.

He hadn't stopped or sabotaged it—reason was simple: besides a sliver of old friendship, he'd sensed something within this palace earlier, but before they could explore it, Li Hao had mysteriously appeared here.

The Huntean True Saint chasing Li Hao gave him the chance to explore the ancient hall—mutual benefit.

After all, with Source Ancestors and Divine Kings already present, adding one more Huntean True Saint wouldn't affect him; the Huntean True Saint wouldn't immediately turn on him after reaching the Divine Realm.

"You actually came back alive—did you shake off the Huntean?"

Long Sheng stared at Li Hao in disbelief.

Impossible—had his body cultivation reached Dao?

Other than that, he couldn't conceive any reason Li Hao could escape the Huntean.

Li Hao naturally had no intention of explaining; while Long Sheng was stunned, he struck—his fragment slashed out instantly.

Coming to this ancient hall meant life-or-death combat; if opportunity and fortune arose, even if Li Hao were merciful, others would still seek to kill him—he must strike first.

Mercy was foolishness—placing oneself in danger and surrendering the initiative to others.

Puff! Almost instantly, the fragment transferred through the Void and pierced straight through Long Sheng's skull.

Though Long Sheng was the Dragon Sovereign, the strongest dragon in heaven and earth, he hadn't achieved True Saint status through flesh—his physical body was slightly inferior to the Huntean True Saint's.

Now, with no resistance, his head was pierced through, flesh exploding.

But the next instant, dragon scales erupted across his body, his Primordial Spirit's head appearing atop the severed neck, shocked and furious: "What weapon is this?"

He was stunned; outside the Huntean, his physical defense was among the strongest in all heavens—yet it had been instantly pierced without even a hint of resistance. He felt the weapon could effortlessly destroy his flesh.

But he was relieved—the weapon carried no Tribulation force; such sharpness suggested at least a Seventh Tribulation Emperor Weapon, yet it lacked the corresponding overwhelming Tribulation force—otherwise, that single strike would have shattered his entire body and scattered his True Saint Dao.

Li Hao said nothing, merely directing the fragment to strike again and again.

Having just cooked the Huntean True Saint, his Cooking Dao had broken through its ninth bottleneck and reached the tenth stage, granting him experience; the cooking of the Huntean True Saint had granted him a massive amount—Li Hao had checked on his way here: two million!

And the maximum experience for stage ten was ten million.

Meaning, cooking four more Supreme Saint-level ingredients would fill his experience bar.

Now, this Long Sheng was a glaring two million experience points to Li Hao.

Li Hao didn't know what realm he'd reach after maxing out stage ten—legendary Immortal or Divine?

If so, then truly… motivation overflowing! Hum! Long Sheng's Long Huang Dao Domain erupted—within it, countless dragon roars echoed, roaring through heaven and earth.

The roar was deafening, radiating supreme authority, as if the sovereign of heaven and earth had unleashed its wrath.

Since ancient times, dragons had been among the strongest beings in heaven and earth.

Li Hao felt his spirit tremble, his blood rushing faster, an inexplicable urge to shiver and kneel—this was the influence of Long Sheng's True Saint Dao.

Li Hao immediately entered his Immortal Transformation state, his consciousness sinking, merging with heaven and earth.

The overwhelming pressure passed through his body like wind—finding no point of resistance.

Li Hao directed the fragment to strike swiftly, aiming to sever Long Sheng's body from his Primordial Spirit, just as he had done with the Huntean True Saint.

But he was unfamiliar with Long Sheng's bodily structure; his earlier success in instantly killing the Huntean True Saint had come from accumulated experience through repeated strikes.

"Too noisy—damn it!"

Li Hao's face darkened; the fragment cut rapidly across Long Sheng's body, slicing off limbs, each piece—like tracing bones, feeling the body's meridians.

Compared to Li Hao, Long Sheng was even more terrified—he tried to resist, but found his Long Huang Dao Domain couldn't restrain the blade's edge at all; he shifted his hardest scales to block, yet it was useless, offering only the slightest delay.

And his prized dragon bones? Like mud—they offered zero resistance.

"You're alive… could it be…?"

As he regenerated his flesh and dodged, Long Sheng's eyes widened in shock and horror.

The Huntean True Saint went to chase Li Hao—now Li Hao returned, wielding such a terrifying weapon. It was hard not to suspect: the Huntean True Saint had been killed by Li Hao! But that was the Huntean—a Supreme Saint, capable of battling even Source Ancestors, not easily slain.

Puff! Puff! Puff! The fragment kept slicing Long Sheng's flesh; though his body constantly healed, his bodily structure grew increasingly familiar to Li Hao's cuts.

Long Sheng, enraged and terrified, didn't attack Li Hao—instead, he suddenly turned and charged toward the well.

The well looked small, like an ordinary private well, but the passage inside its walls held vast space.

When Long Sheng rushed in, he revealed his true form as the supreme dragon, his body stretching dozens of miles, like a mountain range blotting out the sun and moon; even a single dragon eye was as large as an imperial palace.

As it plunged into the well, it was filled with crimson blood.

With its body crashing in, waves surged tens of thousands of zhang high, the blood churning violently.

Li Hao rushed to the well's edge and saw Long Sheng rolling in the blood, sensing a violent, bloody aura rising from it—a presence that made his hairs stand on end.

"What kind of blood is this?"

Li Hao was startled; this well inside the ruined hall contained blood—and it seemed to possess strange power.

Li Hao saw Long Sheng's body bathed in blood, crimson light seeping from between its scales, making it appear even more savage; its dragon eyes turned blood-red, the pupils gleaming with terrifying clarity.

He was about to manipulate the broken blade to test its transformation when suddenly, a faint resonance echoed through heaven and earth.

Li Hao's expression changed slightly—someone was approaching swiftly and stealthily?

He recognized that aura—it was Xiang Seeing Yuanzu!

Thinking of Xiang Seeing Yuanzu, Li Hao thought of the seven-catastrophe emperor weapon in his hands, a weapon that intimidated all realms.

That weapon was forged by absorbing over a thousand celestial treasures—extremely terrifying.

Moreover, Xiang Seeing Yuanzu himself was no match for Hun Tian—he was a Incense God Realm cultivator.

Li Hao's face darkened; if Xiang Seeing Yuanzu arrived here, Long Sheng would surely mention Hun Tian, and with the minds of these supreme sages, they could easily deduce something.

He scanned the surroundings, seeking a way to escape, and his gaze fell on the courtyard, where he saw a statue.

The statue was the exact likeness of the ancient hall's master.

Yet now, the statue emitted an extremely faint fluctuation of power.

That power felt familiar to Li Hao—it was like the immortal qi he had sensed and absorbed into his body! *Boom! * At that moment, Long Sheng burst from the blood-filled well, his massive body coiling into the sky.

Though the courtyard appeared no larger than a common residence, Long Sheng's dozens-of-miles-long body coiled in midair, yet the gale it generated had no effect on the courtyard whatsoever.

Go! Li Hao did not linger—he turned and prepared to flee.

But suddenly, he froze—along the path he had fled from Gushan, another aura was stealthily drawing near.

That hidden, blazing fluctuation—it was a Divine King!

Li Hao's expression changed, and at the same moment, Long Sheng roared and spat a torrent of crimson blood flame.

The blood flame swept across, engulfing the entire courtyard.

Within this sea of blood flame, Li Hao saw the bamboo grove in the courtyard—its leaves merely curled slightly, not instantly reduced to ash.

On the surrounding walls, a faint silver-gray glow subtly emerged, blocking the blood flame's heat, leaving the hall unharmed.

Yet from the blood flame, Li Hao felt an intense bloodlust—a sensation that surged into his mind with the flames.

His mind felt forcibly split open, stuffed with this emotion, bringing a wave of nausea.

(End of Chapter)