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Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Demon Lord’s Last Stand Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Demon Lord’s Last Stand Shi Hao walked further inside, where the thick fog was related to electromagnetic forces, crackling with noise.

A few thousand feet in, a red light streaked past, accompanied by a sound like thunder.

He didn’t try to dodge, as the red arc of electricity struck down and touched the palm he raised, producing a dazzling shower of light that was both bewitchingly beautiful and lovely.

Shi Hao’s heart chilled.

The arc was incredibly powerful, causing his fingers to tingle with numbness.

His body was far superior to a common Venerable One’s, surpassing many treasured artifacts.

After traveling several dozen miles, Shi Hao discovered many skeletons.

These were remnants of a long accumulation of years, with bones charred black, indicating a terrible death.

Suddenly, he felt a chill and swiftly turned around to see a pair of crimson eyes blinking open and then bursting forth with thunder, rushing toward him.

Amidst the cracking sounds, streaks of electricity—accompanied by violent winds—made the giant rocks on the ground fly about.

This was no weak creature.

Shi Hao sidestepped the lightning, flashing his eyes in observation, and he exclaimed in surprise.

This was…

a fish!

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It was covered in fine, silver-white scales, shining with electric light, over ten meters long, with a gaping mouth from which it spewed lightning, swimming out of the void.

There were no rivers or lakes, the land of Demon Island was very dry and hard, littered with giant rocks—how could there be fish here?

Shi Hao was quite astonished.

“Crack!”
The fish thrashed its tail, sending out more lightning bolts as it charged over again.

It was very strong, with its body covered in lightning runes, exploding with power in this place.

“Truly bizarre, how did it grow up here without any water?” Shi Hao made his move, his palm lighting up with a mark of Suan Ni appearing in his palm, absorbing all the electricity and then killing the fish.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end, and he looked off into the distance.

Pair after pair of crimson eyes opened, rapidly rushing toward him.

“A school of fish?” Shi Hao’s eyes widened, and then he sensed that something was truly amiss.

Far away, like a myriad of stars, countless pairs of eyes appeared, converging in his direction.

At this moment, he had no choice but to retreat.

The number of fish in the school was so vast it was frightening; they came in droves, accompanied by massive thunder that was deafening.

With the lightning brightening the sky, he caught sight of thousands of ferocious silver fish, ranging from a few meters up to dozens of meters in length, all sizes imaginable, collectively possessing astonishing power.

Before leaving, Shi Hao also struck out, using the sword intent of a stalk of grass to kill several of the larger fish as a warning.

“Roar…”
With a roar, the earth trembled, and sky-piercing lighting shone, illuminating the landscape; the area turned white, and the fog dispersed.

Shi Hao turned back and felt a chilly breeze on his skin.

The few remaining large fish at the rear were as big as mountains, fierce and terrifying, thrashing their tails through the void.

These fish surpassed any sea monster in size, and what was most terrifying was that one or two of them had ignited Divine Fire, unleashing extremely powerful lightning.

The next moment, Shi Hao sped up, and barely after he had left, a swath of lightning bombarded the area where he had just stood, lighting it up like daylight.

Shi Hao fled far away.

There was no need to battle since the school of fish was too numerous to be eradicated, and moreover, there were Divine Level experts pressing in from behind.

It was very dangerous.

The dense school of fish stubbornly pursued him, chasing him across hundreds of miles before giving up as they lost sight of Shi Hao.

“What a strange place.” Shi Hao continued deeper, increasingly feeling the terror of Demon Island.

Even midair would occasionally flash with blinding light, like a Great Void Slash, posing a threat to the Venerables.

The deeper he went, the thicker the electromagnetic fog became—hard for ordinary people to endure.

Along the way, he saw many bodies, some having died not too long ago.

Clearly, many of the earlier arrivals had perished.

Days later, he saw a lighthouse, exceedingly conspicuous in the dim fog, like a flickering Divine Fire, which made him hesitate.

Approaching cautiously, he saw a bone pagoda emitting a soft glow, a human-contrived array where some cultivators were sitting in meditation, inhaling and exhaling Primal Qi to heal their bodies.

Confident that this was no trap, Shi Hao approached, where about a dozen people were recuperating.

Some opened their eyes to give him a glance and closed them again, while others were whispering, discussing the harvests obtained in this loophole.

Shi Hao humbly inquired about the bone pagoda, for there was much he didn’t understand.

“The loophole is very dangerous; this is a bone pagoda built by some of the past strong cultivators during meditation, which has now become a refuge for those who come after,” someone explained.

There were many places similar to this one, like lighthouses guiding the direction for those who came later.

Over the long years, many ascetic cultivators came here to temper themselves and seek fortune.

Once enlightened, they would open cave abodes or set up arrays and the like.

Eventually, these cave abodes and arrays were used by later arrivals, and with continuous modifications, they became lighthouses shining with light.

Shi Hao nodded.

Places with these relics were relatively safe, but if one were to enter the deepest forbidden areas, there would no longer be these shelters.

“Eh, is this a painting?” He saw a painting affixed to the bone pagoda, depicting his grandfather.

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It was clearly stated that anyone who could provide clues about this person would receive a True God Divine Instrument from the Qin Clan.

“This is an Immortal Mountain bounty.

At first, they even captured this person, but then they suddenly changed it to a rescue mission,” someone spoke.

“It’s rumored that the one-armed man came from the Lower Realm.

At first, the Qin Clan exiled him here, but later his descendants entered the higher realms, causing a quick change in Immortal Mountain’s attitude.”
“I know, there’s a man called Shi Ziling who went mad, broke into this place; and because of him, the Qin Clan changed their stance, quickly ordering a search for the one-armed man, starting a rescue.”
Shi Hao frowned; it had been such a long time since the notice was posted, yet there was still no news of his grandfather, filling him with anxiety.

“Word has it that Shi Ziling’s son is extraordinary, having successfully merged two Immortal Bones, shocking the higher realms, which is why Immortal Mountain’s stance changed so rapidly.”
“Quiet, don’t talk nonsense about that.

Don’t mention the Immortal Bone; numerous people have died because of it.”
“That Qin Clan youngster is really defying the heavens.

Qin Hao is destined to rise; there aren’t many in the world who can be his equal, very few.”
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Afterward, these people talked about their gains, about the creatures they had killed in the Electromagnetic Mist Zone, some of which had ‘Thunder Stones’ inside them—extremely rare and valuable materials.

These creatures were peculiar, naturally mastering thunder techniques.

With luck, one could even obtain Lightning Runes from them.

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“So that’s it,” Shi Hao nodded as he started on his journey once more.

Soon after, he encountered a golden ancient alligator, each of which was imbued with lightning, existing in the void.

After a battle, he slaughtered over a hundred of them and harvested a few Thunder Stones.

Demon Island was vast; despite being called an island, it was as immense as a continent and boundless.

The creatures here all bore the traits of lightning and were ferociously fierce.

Each clan was presided over by a leader of at least Venerable One’s level of power.

Several days later, Shi Hao nearly encountered danger.

He came across a huge python coiled around dozens of mountain peaks, motionless as though part of the mountain range.

A few explorers passed by unknowingly, and it suddenly erupted, reducing several Venerable Ones to ashes on the spot.

It was definitely a power of Divine Level, extraordinarily cruel!

Shi Hao witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Had his Divine Sense not been so sharp, and had he not stopped in time, he likely would have been in grave peril; he bypassed the area.

Eight days later, after many perils, he entered deep into the forbidden area.

The deeper he went, the more immense the laws of thunder became, as if they shrouded the entire heavens and earth.

Shi Hao was tempted; this was the perfect place to comprehend the mysteries of thunder.

He didn’t want to stop, aiming to reach the deepest part to research and consume that stalk of grass.

The last lighthouse had disappeared, indicating that he had entered the most dangerous region.

The fog was thick, with electromagnetic lightning occasionally streaking across the sky, outrageously stunning and resplendent, and extremely perilous.

That light could instantly turn a huge mountain into flying ash.

In the depths of this forbidden land, the number of creatures dwindled, but those he did discover were extremely terrifying and formidable.

“What is that?” Two days later, Shi Hao was shocked, looking incredulously at the heavens; this scene was staggering.

In the gloomy sky, there was a long river emitting light, accompanied by lightning, flowing towards the distance.

It was incredibly wide, silver-white with a touch of gold.

Shi Hao soared into the sky, drawing closer to this river.

The river was broad and the waters calm, stretching into the distance.

“This river…” Shi Hao discovered something horrifying—the river contained some corpses that were bobbing on the surface.

Despite having died many years ago, they weren’t decayed; they were Divine Level powerhouses.

Before long, he saw some living beings ahead, comprising the human race and other powerful tribes, all adventurers.

He walked over to converse with them.

“What’s the history of this river?”
“This river is very strange.

Some say it’s the transformation of the Immortal Dao Thunder of ancient times; others say it’s the blood of the Demon Lord flowing continuously without ever drying up.”
“Where does it flow to?” Shi Hao asked.

“It’s said to lead to an Immortal Grave at the end; this great river flows entirely into the grave,” a woman said.

This river was incredibly terrifying.

Along the way, besides being accompanied by dreadful lightning, there was also the mysterious power of a curse that corresponds directly with the cultivator’s own power.

“Are those corpses in the river gods?” Shi Hao asked, feeling astounded, having seen more than just one or two, but many along the way.

“Not just gods, but Celestial Gods too.

There’s no shortage of Archaic beings who’ve fallen here, their bodies eventually ending up in this river,” someone answered.

It’s said that this is also a kind of opportunity.

If someone could retrieve a body of an Archaic being from the river, they might inherit what’s left behind.

Of course, the most likely outcome would be getting struck by lightning or succumbing to a curse and dying, making success difficult.

“Let’s go; don’t get any ideas about those divine corpses, or it won’t end well.

Let’s go see that stone tablet left by the Demon Lord in the ancient city, to test our strength,” someone suggested.

Shi Hao followed them on their journey because he was unfamiliar with the area alone.

Two days later, they followed the river flowing in the heavens and arrived at an ancient city on the riverbank.

In truth, it was less a city and more ruins; almost all structures had collapsed, with only a fragment of a city wall still standing.

Also, there was a shining stone tablet in the center of the ruins, situated on what used to be the city square.

It was incredibly tall at three thousand feet, majestic and imposing with a crystal-clear glow.

It was said to represent the Three Thousand States from the higher realms of unending ages past, one foot for each state.

Around this place was a crowd, all discussing fervently, with some very excited.

“What’s the use of this tablet?” Shi Hao asked, seeking enlightenment from the others.

“This is a stone tablet personally erected by the supreme Demon Lord countless ages ago.

It can test a person’s combat strength, talent, potential, and so on.

Look up there, the brilliance at the very top is dazzling, and it bears the names of many great historical figures that have left a shining legacy.”
Shi Hao, intrigued, asked, “Who is Qin Changsheng?” After a careful look, he noticed that the top of the tablet was divided into several sections, each shining brilliantly with names.

“The Immortal Heavenly Venerate; he came here in his youth,” someone nearby said.

Shi Hao felt a shock in his heart.

Even the Immortal Heavenly Venerate had tested himself here?

“Look, there are also names of ancient giants, famous through the ages, some still alive today, ranked so highly!” the crowd discussed, clearly excited.

Shi Hao was moved; he saw a familiar name—Qin Hao, shining even more brilliantly than the name of the Immortal Heavenly Venerate Qin Changsheng, resplendent like the blazing sun!

“The Qin Clan is truly extraordinary; after the long passage of time, another Qin Hao has emerged, surpassing the Immortal Heavenly Venerate!” many exclaimed.

“Those who can leave their glorious mark here will immediately shake all directions,” someone remarked.

“Can anyone test here?

There won’t be any danger, right?” a young girl asked, somewhat shyly, with an elder beside her.

She was obviously a disciple of a big school on a cultivation journey with a guardian protecting her.

“There’s no danger; anyone can test their combat strength, talent, potential, and so on,” an old crone answered.

Shi Hao stroked his chin, eying the many marks of famous individuals, some giants who have lived from antiquity to the present, commanding awe in the higher realms.

He felt some interest and wanted to give it a try.

Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket.

Calling out to all my brothers and sisters.

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