Chapter 643: Transcending the Mortal, Entering the Sacred: The Tenth Stage of the Sword Dao (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Previously, on the Ancient Path, Li Hao's carving had reached the Ninth Stage and entered the Dao.

He was thoroughly familiar with all carving techniques in the world.

Jade carving, wood carving, floating-light carving… each style differed in ancient elegance, delicate beauty, solemn grandeur, and more.

Each technique carved depths and edges differently, storing varying amounts of power; to carve a shield matching the size of an Immortal-Deity relic, capable of protecting the sacred ground for countless ages, was immensely difficult—not merely due to the shield's scale, but also its ability to resist during protection; if one relied solely on the shield's inherent toughness to withstand the Sun God's erosion, it would not last long.

Hardness breaks; softness endures.

"The shield must possess the force of yin-yang circulation, alternating back and forth…"

Li Hao's eyes flickered; the shield's surface needed to resemble crossed oars, moving back and forth.

But such flexible motion belonged to living carving.

Carving, at its core, is about carving.

"I need the material for carving…"

Li Hao's gaze swept toward the blazing, colossal Sun God; at its center lay the Immortal-Deity relic, surrounded by fluid-like, gaseous inflows that exuded thick solar essence.

The inflows resembled scorching air currents, yet also resembled a substance melted nearly to vapor, swirling and rippling around.

Li Hao's eyes gleamed; if any material was best suited to resist the Sun God's erosion, it was the Sun God itself!

But to carve the Sun God? Such a notion was extraordinarily bold—Li Hao had never considered it, yet now a fierce sense of challenge surged within him.

He drew a deep breath, exerted power to gather and knead the surrounding inflows into one mass.

The inflows were soft yet contained Daoic power; carving solid matter came naturally to him, but carving this fluid-gaseous substance proved difficult.

Li Hao pulled out a broken immortal sword and attempted to carve it.

Yet, though the broken immortal sword was sharp, it was like a blade piercing water—the water naturally avoided it.

How could one carve water? Li Hao fell into deep thought.

He had never pondered such a question: how could water be carved? How could air be carved?

Within the Immortal-Deity relic, the Saints and Feng Bo Ping and others watched Li Hao seated in the void beside the Sun God, seemingly lost in thought, surrounded by dense inflows that obscured his features.

The searing heat and chaotic, destructive forces made them dare not linger.

"What is Lord Hao doing?"

"I don't know, but he seems to be seeking a solution."

"Let's not just watch—Lord Hao is working hard to find a way; we cannot sit idle and place all hope in him—we must also strive."

"Correct."

All Saints cast a deep look at the boy, then turned to ponder solutions themselves; the Dark Saint sought out several Saints skilled in artifact forging and asked them to help repair the Mirror of Heaven; as for the celestial treasures needed for its repair, the Dark Saint lacked them, but some Saints generously lent him theirs.

In this moment of life-or-death, all Saints united in concerted effort.

Soon, the Mirror of Heaven was repaired; yet this time, the Dark Saint dared not use it to directly spy on the True Immortal Ancient Demon, instead peering toward the edge of the small world.

Slowly extending the view inward, they still saw people fleeing everywhere—yet it was clear the small world had not yet been entirely wiped out by the True Immortal Ancient Demon.

"He is indeed feeding—consuming the souls of our race and other races."

The Dark Saint's heart surged with shock and fury; with the True Immortal Ancient Demon's power, had he merely wished to destroy this small world, it could have been split in half.

But now, he was not aiming for destruction—he was "eating."

Seeing this, other Saints grew even more grim.

Feng Bo Ping, Lie Tian Saint, Mi Tian Saint, and others also pondered solutions, occasionally gathering to discuss, yet under the current situation, no effective strategy could be devised.

Before absolute power disparity, wisdom appeared pale and powerless.

Time passed.

Two days passed.

The massacre in the small world continued.

Half the small world had already fallen.

Within the Sun God, Li Hao remained lost in thought; he had tried numerous carving methods, all failed—the inflows could gather, disperse, separate, and reunite like supple wind.

"Is the upper limit of the Carving Dao truly the Ninth Stage? How can one carve wind in this world?"

Li Hao's eyes revealed confusion; his exhaustive contemplation ended in failure, bringing immense frustration, even causing him to doubt his own Carving Dao.

Meanwhile, within the Immortal-Deity relic, a Saint suddenly appeared, delivering a shocking message.

Deep within the Sun God, there was a stone altar-like formation, upon which rested a sword!

"That sword was engulfed in flames—or rather, it was flame itself, the embodiment of the Flame Dao's origin, terrifying beyond measure; even a distant glance burned my eyes, and my own Saint Dao showed signs of incineration."

The Saint excitedly described the situation to all.

"How did you find that place?"

Ming Saint's first reaction was shock and delight, yet he could not help but ask curiously.

"I couldn't think of any solution, so I wondered what made this Sun God different from other stars—I descended to its deepest depths. I possess a Flame Dao Emperor Artifact that shields me from its power, but when I neared the sword, my Emperor Artifact warned me—further approach might bring grave danger!"

The Saint exclaimed excitedly: "That is undoubtedly an extraordinary sword—far beyond an Emperor Artifact; even the Seven-Catastrophe Emperor Artifacts of the Seeing Yuanzu wouldn't be this terrifying. I suspect it may be a True Immortal Artifact—a genuine Immortal Artifact!"

Hearing this, all Saints grew excited.

If they could obtain this Immortal Artifact, it would be a tremendous gain, adding another hope against the True Immortal Ancient Demon! "If we obtain this sword, with Lord Hao's previously demonstrated power, perhaps we can kill the True Immortal Ancient Demon!"

"Let's go—everyone, let's see if we can retrieve this sword!"

"You lesser Saints needn't join—avoid injury; just a few of us will go."

Yin-Yin Yin Yang Sheng said, then summoned Ming Saint, Fa Saint, Yi Saint, and others to accompany him.

Mi Tian Saint, upon hearing the news, also went to investigate; Feng Lao, Lie Tian Saint, Sword Master, and others, knowing Li Hao was about to face the True Immortal Ancient Demon in mortal combat, realized that possessing an Immortal Artifact would bring far greater hope—they followed the several Supreme Saints into the depths of the Sun God.

"This isn't a place for mortals."

Deep within the Sun God, several Supreme Saints followed Qing Saint to the site.

Besides them, the Fox Lord and eight Island Masters arrived—each was half-step into Supreme Sainthood, barely able to endure being there.

The dense destructive forces around them made them feel scorching heat; within moments, they were drenched in sweat, as if their bodies were being burned.

"Is that the sword?"

Feng Bo Ping stared intently; before him was a wondrous sight: dense, magma-like flames swirled around, carving out a hundred-zhang-diameter space, where a sword stood embedded in a crimson, crystal-like rock.

The blade burned with flame, its edge blazing; merely glancing at it, he felt his eyes pierce with needle-like pain, and hastily closed them—but his eyeballs ignited, searing agony accompanied by blood quickly oozing from his eye sockets.

Other Saints suffered likewise; upon seeing the sword, their eyeballs ignited instantly—not just their physical eyes, but even their Saint Domains showed signs of burning.

"What a terrifying sword!"

The Supreme Saints fared better; though their eyes weren't burned into holes, they still felt sharp pain and discomfort, a fiery sting.

They were stunned—as Supreme Saints, merely glancing at this sword nearly injured them; it was too terrifying!

Based on their experience and intuition, this was no Emperor Artifact; compared to the Seeing Yuanzu's Heaven-Sealing Whip, this sword was like firefly versus moonlight.

Moreover, they felt that this sword, even among Immortal Artifacts, was among the most top-tier—extremely terrifying.

At this moment, they shared Qing Saint's feeling: approaching this sword would bring danger.

But since they had come, to retreat empty-handed and ignore such a priceless treasure was unthinkable.

Ming Saint and Fa Saint exchanged glances, then turned to the Fox Lord and the nine Island Masters and Feng Bo Ping and others; Ming Saint said: "This sword is extraordinary—let us combine our strength and try to retrieve it."

"Will there be any guardians around this sword?"

Yin-Yin Yin Yang Sheng cautiously scanned the surroundings but sensed no other presence.

Fa Saint said: "This sword alone is terrifying enough—it doesn't need guardians. I wonder which Immortal left it hidden here in the Sun God."

As they spoke, the Fox Lord and Feng Bo Ping and others all agreed to join forces and retrieve the sword.

As they combined their efforts, their Saint Domains overlapped and reinforced each other; instantly, the oppressive heat seemed to lessen. Then Ming Saint moved first, approaching the divine sword.

As he neared, the previously diminished heat returned and intensified rapidly.

When he reached ten zhang from the divine sword, the searing light made him feel as if his body was being torn and roasted; waves of agony pierced his Primordial Spirit—he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and pressed forward; when he reached three zhang, a series of slicing destructive forces shattered his Saint Domain outright.

"Worse!"

Fa Saint, who had followed behind, turned pale and immediately unleashed his full power, reaching out to grab Ming Saint.

In the instant his Saint Domain shattered, Ming Saint's pupils contracted—he felt a wave of searing heat rush toward him; his entire body ignited, not just his flesh, but his Primordial Spirit too, as if he would be instantly incinerated and erased from existence.

He desperately retreated, but the searing force was too fierce—he felt he was dying.

At that moment, the Saint Domains of Fa Saint and others enveloped him, dragging him back.

Flames still burned across Ming Saint's body; he stifled his screams, forcing the Flame Dao energy away, barely halting the combustion—but his flesh was unrecognizable, skin peeled off, and regeneration was painfully slow.

"What a terrifying sword—this is just its natural power?"

Others halted, unwilling to approach further.

Ming Saint regained his breath, shaken; he never imagined that after countless years of cultivation, he nearly died from a sword—this sword had no master, seemingly still asleep, not even revealing its true might.

"This sword is even more terrifying than we imagined; even as an Immortal Artifact, it shouldn't be this lethal—our True Immortal Ancient Demon wouldn't kill us merely by proximity."

Fa Saint's face was grim, staring at the crimson-flame-covered hilt; he had never imagined such a treasure lay deep within the Sun God—but even if they had known beforehand, it would have changed nothing.

"Return first—have Bing Saint set up an array, then try again with the combined strength of a hundred Saints."

Mo Family Supreme Saint spoke solemnly.

Yin-Yin Yin Yang Sheng nodded slightly; none lingered longer—every moment here was torment and drain.

Soon after returning, they immediately summoned all Saints and revealed the existence of the crimson-flame Immortal Sword within the Sun God.

Then, under Bing Saint's leadership, the Saints formed an array, their Saint Domains overlapping, descending into the depths of the Sun God.

This time, the core of the military array was Mi Tian Saint; among the Supreme Saints, his power ranked among the strongest—even the Seeing Yuanzu treated him with great respect.

With the military array's enhancement, Mi Tian Saint felt unprecedented strength—power beyond imagination; he believed that, in this state, even if he faced the Seeing Yuanzu again, even with the Seven-Catastrophe Emperor Artifact, he would not fear.

As they neared the crimson-flame Immortal Sword, Mi Tian Saint immediately felt crushing pressure; his face changed, he unleashed his ultimate limit, and with full power, reached the side of the crimson-flame Immortal Sword.

His eyes blazed as he grasped the crimson-flame sword—the flames on the hilt instantly clung to his arm, and a force that ignored Saint Domains surged inward.

His arm was burning, and even the primordial spirit within it was being consumed; the searing pain struck directly at his soul, causing even a Saint to break into a cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and strained to pull the sword free.

But as he pulled harder, the blade remained firmly embedded in the red stone, unmoving—yet the hilt itself seemed to tremble slightly.

Boom! That faint tremor alone caused the Miti Saint's arm to explode apart.

"Bad!"

The Miti Saint's face changed instantly; he hastily retreated, and the flames surrounding the blade surged like a fire dragon chasing after him.

Seeing this, the other Saints immediately acted, briefly restraining the fire dragon's momentum—giving the Miti Saint the chance to retreat a hundred zhang away from the sword.

"Can't pull it out. This sword was asleep before, but it seems just awakened."

The Miti Saint's face darkened—he never imagined that with the combined strength of a hundred Saints, and himself being the Supreme Saint, he still couldn't pull out a single sword. This was terrifying.

"This sword is likely not a Fairy artifact, but something far more dreadful."

Feng Bo Ping, watching this scene, spoke gravely.

"Let Hao Lord Hao Tianzun try again later. If such a powerful weapon can be mastered, it would be like adding wings to a tiger," Yin Yin Yin Yang Sheng said solemnly.

The Saints exchanged glances and withdrew from the area, no longer wasting their strength by lingering here.

Back in the Saint Sanctuary, Feng Bo Ping looked at Li Hao and saw he was still deep in meditation; he didn't disturb him. All hope now rested on Li Hao.

…

Within the Divine Sun, Li Hao closed his eyes, mentally pondering how to carve wind, how to carve water.

He seemed entranced, racking his mind over every carving technique he knew—but none could accomplish this.

How do you carve wind? How do you carve water? Li Hao's Painting Dao, at its tenth level, could use heaven and earth as a canvas, embellishing the world.

His Cooking Dao, at its tenth level, could turn heaven and earth into a cauldron, simmering all things.

In Li Hao's mind, the Carving Dao should be the same.

Carve all things in the world. Everything can be carved.

But now, merely wind and water left him helpless. If he couldn't even carve these, how could he carve a shield capable of covering the Saint Sanctuary and standing firm in this Divine Sun for over a decade?

Carve… carve… Li Hao's gaze grew hazy; countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He could use Saint blood as ink to dye the sky red—why couldn't he swap his chisel?

At this thought, Li Hao suddenly trembled inwardly, feeling as if he'd touched something—he swiftly seized that glimmer, focused his mind, and his eyes brightened rapidly until four characters suddenly surfaced in his mind like a divine revelation, filling him with sudden clarity.

Great Skill Needs No Artifice!

Carving's essence lies in "carve"—the meticulous, refined act of carving.

But true supreme carving is naturally formed.

Carving a tree can never match a real tree! And isn't a real tree itself grown by heaven and earth, shaped by time?

Carving this sword… could be time, could be space, could be anything! Li Hao suddenly awakened—this was the true essence of carving.

With this realization, all previous obstacles dissolved instantly.

How do you carve wind?

Breath itself is wind.

How do you carve water?

A flick of the wrist is water! Before Li Hao's eyes, a panel prompt suddenly appeared: 【You have attained the Carving Mindset: Transcending Mortality to Sainthood!】

At this moment, Li Hao's Carving Dao shattered its ninth-level bottleneck and ascended to the tenth level. Countless insights flooded in, yet his mind remained clearer and calmer than ever before. This awakening not only propelled his Carving Dao past the ninth level into the tenth, but the true essence of carving also allowed him to comprehend the Sword Dao—not through point allocation, but through the fusion of carving's truth with the Sword Dao's own nature.

Or rather, the Carving Dao itself, if applied in battle, was not impossible.

All things can become chisels—why not the sword?

Li Hao raised his hand; torrents of flame gathered around him. He did not carve them—he gathered them, and that gathering *was* carving. This carving left no trace, exceeding ordinary understanding of carving, yet like Li Hao's current realm, it embodied "Great Skill Needs No Artifice"—this was his Saintly Carving Dao, invisible in its craftsmanship!

Flame could block flame. Li Hao's task was to gather the flame, condense it further, forming a wall, a fortress, enveloping both the Saint Sanctuary and the Nine Immortal Isles.

Whoosh! Li Hao entered the Ultimate Immortal Transformation, accelerating the gathering of flame until a wall of flame formed in the void.

He stretched it across the outer edge of the Saint Sanctuary, sealing the breach in the Immortal-Deity Ruins, instantly isolating the chaotic flames outside.

"What is Hao Lord Hao Tianzun doing?"

Inside the Saint Sanctuary, the Saints and Feng Bo Ping watched Li Hao's actions in shock, then realized with awe that he was sealing the breach in the Immortal-Deity Ruins.

The condensed flame wall did not release destructive power inward—it became a thick shield blocking the flames.

"Hao Lord Hao Tianzun seems to have found a way."

"Using flame to block flame—this idea is brilliant!"

"Incredible. As long as this flame wall holds, it can block the breach for at least a thousand years."

The Saints stared in astonishment, their eyes filled with admiration.

They had always known Li Hao was a prodigy—but now they truly felt it again.

At this moment, Li Hao channeled the insights of his tenth-level Carving Dao; the speed at which flame gathered around him increased further. Soon, more flame walls formed, sealing every breach in the Immortal-Deity Ruins.

Simultaneously, Li Hao carved a massive dome, enveloping the entire Immortal-Deity Ruins—creating a dual-layered protection, ensuring it would endure for at least ten thousand years.

After completing this, Li Hao exhaled in relief. The calm he had felt while immersed in carving now gave way to excitement.

He hadn't expected this awakening to break through his Carving Dao's mindset, granting him the Transcending Mortality to Sainthood state.

This was his third Transcending Mortality to Sainthood mindset—meaning he could now elevate his Sword Dao to the tenth level!

If his Sword Dao reached the tenth level, it would be his third Dao Offering—and his sword techniques would undergo a qualitative leap! Li Hao didn't hesitate—he immediately embedded this Transcending Mortality to Sainthood mindset into his Sword Dao.

Then, he selected point allocation!

【Your Sword Dao has been upgraded to the tenth level】

As the panel notification appeared, torrents of Sword Dao insights flooded in. Li Hao closed his eyes and sat still within the Divine Sun, the surrounding flames scorching him—he felt nothing. His spirit was entirely absorbed in assimilating the Sword Dao.

On his panel, countless sword techniques rapidly evolved, ascending to deeper levels.

The Sole Self Sword Dao truly entered Sainthood at this moment.

Boom boom boom~~!

Suddenly, a deep thunder rumbled above Li Hao's head.

Li Hao's heart jolted—could a heavenly tribulation even form within the Divine Sun?

At the same time, the Saints within the Immortal-Deity Ruins faintly heard the thunder, then saw the flames above Li Hao's head part, revealing coiling lightning and a vast, overwhelming heavenly might.

This sight was all too familiar to them—it was the Saint Ascension Tribulation! "Hao Lord Hao Tianzun—he's drawing another tribulation again?"

"Didn't he already become a Saint?"

"What's going on?"

The Saints were stunned, unable to believe it.

Mo Jia's Supreme Saint and several veteran Three Calamity Saints suddenly changed expression—they understood the reason.

"It's Dao Offering! Only Dao Offering can summon the Saint Ascension Tribulation multiple times," said the Mo Jia Supreme Saint, his eyes filled with awe.

Dao Offering was the hardest path to becoming a Saint. Li Hao had already walked it once—and now he was doing it again? Hearing Mo Jia's words, the other Saints froze, their scalps prickling.

Meanwhile, Li Hao silently cursed—he swiftly moved, diving into the tribulation.

"Disappear quickly!"

Li Hao summoned a fragmented Immortal sword and slashed out—piercing the tribulation.

This strike was his Sole Self Sword Dao—blazingly fast, carrying an aura of annihilation—and it wiped out the newly formed thunderclouds entirely! The overwhelming heavenly might within the clouds was shattered and vanished.

Li Hao rushed to destroy the thunderclouds because he feared the commotion might leave traces for the True Immortal Ancient Demon to detect.

Watching the newly formed thunderclouds obliterated by Li Hao's single strike, the Saints were momentarily stunned—this method of transcending a tribulation once again opened their eyes.

But some quickly realized the truth and inwardly praised Li Hao's meticulousness, understanding his intent.

As the thunderclouds dissipated, the tribulation was passed. Li Hao immediately felt his Sword Dao grow clearer, his cultivation base slightly enhanced—though not as dramatically as his first Dao Offering.

Li Hao didn't linger. He extended his spiritual sense, quietly slipping out of the Divine Sun to scout outside—finding no trace of leakage, he exhaled in relief, then descended into the Immortal-Deity Ruins, landing above the Saint Mountain.

"I'm going to find that Ancient Demon."

Li Hao glanced at Lao Feng and the others, seeing Ren Ren Qianqian and Li Li Yuanzhao watching him with urgent expressions—he sighed inwardly.

"Hao Lord Hao Tianzun, don't rush yet. We found a divine sword that might be a Fairy artifact—perhaps you can pull it out and use it."

Ming Saint cried out urgently.

Feng Bo Ping added immediately: "Yes, but that sword is extremely dangerous."

Li Hao paused, then his eyes lit up. "Where is it?"

"Deep within the Divine Sun."

"Go."

Li Hao said at once: "Lead the way."

The True Immortal Ancient Demon was outside, slaughtering and devouring cultivators—Li Hao didn't want to waste a single moment.

Ming Saint and the others immediately led Li Hao, bringing along the Soldier Saint and selecting over a hundred Saints to accompany him into the depths of the Divine Sun.

Upon arriving, Li Hao saw a divine sword embedded in red earth, radiating terrifying power.

Li Hao's gaze sharpened; inwardly, he felt joy—this sword clearly wasn't an Emperor weapon.

"Hao'er, be careful," Feng Bo Ping warned urgently.

The Soldier Saint began setting up the array; one hundred and eight Saints formed the formation, with Li Hao as its core.

Li Hao once again felt the surging power flowing into him. The Saints' extreme caution confirmed this sword's extraordinary nature.

Li Hao didn't take it lightly—he revealed all his power and walked toward the sword.

As he drew closer, he felt waves of terrifying energy—and faintly sensed a hazy consciousness within the sword, as if slumbering.

As he drew closer, Li Hao immediately felt a terrifying aura, and he faintly sensed that the sword possessed a hazy consciousness, as if asleep.

Soon, Li Hao walked up to the sword.

He reached out and gripped the hilt, instantly feeling an unimaginable searing heat stab into his palm, while the crimson flames surrounding the blade surged toward him.

But Li Hao's strength was immense—dozens of times greater than that of a Saint-level True Saint—and he used this overwhelming power to block the flames.

Li Hao pulled with all his might, yet found the blade fused as one with the red earth, utterly immovable.

His expression changed slightly; he unleashed his full power, and immediately felt the sword tremble slightly, while a terrifying will struck straight at him.

That will ignored the Saint Dao and Li Hao's overwhelming power, slashing directly into his spiritual core.

Li Hao had just cultivated his Dao, and within his spiritual core lay the sword intent of the Sole Self Dao—now stirred, it surged forth to clash with the incoming will.

Li Hao was flung backward, his palm blackened and charred, his spiritual core shaken.

In an instant, Li Hao suffered severe injuries.

But fortunately, the newly formed Dao-sword intent in his spiritual core had blocked that will.

Li Hao's eyes darkened; he stared at the sword in shock—he had seen Nangong's sword, which was a divine artifact, yet nothing compared to the horror of this blade.

This was likely not a divine artifact, but something far more terrifying!

He had merely stirred it slightly, yet triggered such a terrifying will—this was no weapon he could possibly control at his current strength.

"Failed?"

The Saints, witnessing this, froze. They had just seen Li Hao approach the sword with ease and thought there was hope—only for the situation to turn abruptly.

Li Hao took a deep breath and said, "This sword is beyond our control now. I suspect even a True Immortal might not be able to wield it."

His words were astonishing; the Saints were stunned, yet they did not doubt him.

They too had felt the sword's terror.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Such a priceless treasure—and we can only look, not use it?"

The Saints exchanged glances, then turned to Li Hao, their eyes filled with worry.

Not being able to use this treasure wasn't the issue—it was that Li Hao's hope of gaining even a slight edge against the True Immortal Ancient Demon had just vanished.

Li Hao glanced at them, reading their thoughts, yet he felt no discouragement.

"It's fine. Even without this sword, I still have confidence in this battle."

Li Hao took a deep breath and led everyone back to the Sacred Land. He disbanded the formation and said, "Wait for my good news. If anything goes wrong, you can stay here for at least ten thousand years—long enough for someone to come to this realm. Otherwise, the state of the True Realm may be dire."

Hearing Li Hao's instructions, the Saints fell into heavy silence.

"You must come back alive—or I'll come find you!"

Feng Bo Ding stared at Li Hao, speaking seriously.

Li Hao understood Old Feng's heart and smiled. "I'll come back."

"You must live—I believe you'll win!"

Lin Lin Qingying stepped before Li Hao, her eyes swollen and red, yet no tears remained—they had been wiped away.

Li Hao nodded gently, then turned to Ren Ren Qianqian, Li Li Yuanzhao, the Sword Master, and others, feeling the heavy weight of their hope and worry in their gazes.

Li Hao said nothing more. He took a deep breath, bid farewell to them, and turned away from Divine Sun.

"Hao'er…"

He He Jianlan watched the boy's retreating back, and for a moment, she seemed to see that same boy stepping out of the Divine General's mansion—her heart ached.

The Sacred Land and the countless refugees on the Nine Continents Immortal Isles fell into silent stillness.

Many among the Emperor Da Yu people recognized Li Hao as Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty's sole Heavenly General in a thousand years—the very figure they often spoke of, the idol of countless children, famed for never having lost. Now, in this battle, he faced an unprecedented Immortal God, a being beyond mortal comprehension—would he still win?

(End of Chapter)