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Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Meeting Grandfather Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Meeting Grandfather Li Yuncong was suspicious; recently, he had been gazing towards the end of Tianhe, always feeling as if something had occurred there, with runes flickering and lightning flashing.

Unfortunately, he was still hundreds of miles away from the Immortal Grave and couldn’t proceed any further due to an extremely severe curse.

He let out a light sigh and had no choice but to retreat.

He had only recently left seclusion, constantly cultivating the Suan Ni Divine Technique near Tianhe and had successfully refined the segment of the Thunder Divine Wood fished out from the river, achieving great gains.

“I wonder how Desolate is doing.

Has he really gotten close to the Immortal Grave?” He turned and left, following the original path.

Soon, he returned to the ruins, where he saw the warm lustrous stone stele that stood thirty thousand feet tall.

Although much time had passed, many people were still there, and every day, strong individuals came to observe it.

“Eh…” Li Yuncong heard the discussions of the crowd, and he was surprised, muttering to himself, “Has someone modified the combat power rankings?”
He walked closer, looked up, and was petrified in an instant.

He saw the carving of a seated figure at the very top of the God Stele; although the character “Desolate” was blurry, it was still incredibly glaring.

“Brother Desolate…

Desolate!” He suddenly understood; the youth he had seen had achieved such a spectacular feat!

This was a great shock to him; he had known that the youth was extraordinary, but he hadn’t imagined him to be so terrifying, sitting atop Qin Changsheng’s head.

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The so-called combat power rankings took into consideration age, realm, and other factors, representing the ranking among peers.

“How impressive!” Although he himself was a Primordial, and had once been invincible in a state, Li Yuncong didn’t believe he could achieve such a feat, looking down on ten states.

He hadn’t tested here since he didn’t want people to know his whereabouts.

Li Yuncong knew that a remarkable young Supreme had risen, shaking the higher realms, and he was fortunate to have exchanged and discussed the lightning-style precious technique with him.

This youth was like a dazzling star, gradually rising and bound to look down upon Three Thousand States!

“Hmm, some suspicious figures have arrived at Demon Island, probably all because of Desolate.

It’s been more than three months, yet his traces still haven’t been found.”
“Where has Desolate gone?

Could he have reached the end of Tianhe?”
“It’s better if he doesn’t show up; otherwise, he might be in great danger.”
People discussed; they were from various schools.

Recently, many masters from Immortal Mountain rushed here, searching nearby to find out just who Desolate really was.

Moreover, other schools also gathered here.

The appearance of such a mysterious strong figure who looked down upon ten states had caused a great uproar, and some immortal sects wanted to recruit him.

Meanwhile, Shi Hao also embarked on his homeward journey.

As he passed by the stone mountain suspended in the void, he stopped in his tracks.

Seeing the words his grandfather left, his heart ached.

“Infant…

are you…

still alive?”
One could only imagine how desolate the old man felt at that time, having been beleaguered at Immortal Mountain, and if he later learned of events in the Lower Realm, he would have been deeply grieved.

“Grandfather…

where are you?

I must find you!”
He didn’t want his grandfather to feel such sorrow; he wanted him to know that he was still alive and that he could compete against all the Primordials, poised to rise powerfully in the higher realms.

Tears welled up in Shi Hao’s eyes as he stood there for a long time.

After deep contemplation, he began to search in all directions, using this place as the center.

Lord Fifteen definitely didn’t reach the end of the Immortal Grave; Shi Hao had already reached the destination and found nothing, no trace of him.

“Grandfather definitely didn’t turn back either, fearing capture by the people of the Black Prison.”
It seemed most likely then that Lord Fifteen had traveled a part of the way along Tianhe, then feeling the curse too intense had left, making a sudden break.

Thinking this, his heart skipped a beat.

The area away from Tianhe housed many powerful beings who understood the divine thunder, not lacking those who had ignited divine flames, extremely dangerous.

“Grandfather, we will definitely reunite!”
Shi Hao left the riverbank and descended from the heavens, flying towards the land of Demon Island because the river flowed from the void.

He summoned both the Divine Striking Stone and the Emperor Butterfly, letting them also follow to search for clues.

Demon Island itself hung in the sky, shrouded everywhere in electromagnetic mist, dim and boundless, making it undoubtedly troublesome and dangerous to search for people here.

Not far away, a pair of golden eyes lit up, followed by a loud squawk, and a brilliant arc of lightning flew towards him.

This was a strange snake, its body entirely golden, hundreds of feet long, with black horns on its head and transparent wings on its back.

It had reached the Venerable Realm and attacked Shi Hao.

Shi Hao didn’t recognize this kind of snake but understood that its venom was potent, and its lightning style precious technique was extraordinary.

He did not dodge, ready to test the results of his months of cultivation, letting the arc of lightning enter his body and integrate into his own thunder characters, completely unharmed.

“You are too weak,” Shi Hao said, raising his hand.

A flame burst from his palm and then he threw it, striking the strange snake dead and turning it into charred remains on the spot.

When lightning transformed into fire and unleashed all its destructive aspects, it was Shi Hao’s greatest gain before the Immortal Grave, showing him the direction of his cultivation.

He continued on his way, and not far along, he encountered several more golden snakes, each formidable in strength.

One of them, after being killed, left behind a golden crystal stone with lightning and flickering characters inside—extremely precious material.

On Demon Island, a small number of creatures harbored such crystals in their bodies, precious materials for refining tools, exceedingly costly in the outside world.

After killing the eighth golden snake, Shi Hao felt something was off.

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Suddenly, two suns appeared ahead in the void, extraordinarily radiant.

“God!”
Shi Hao’s hair stood on end as a mountain ridge suddenly exhibited life force.

It…

was a gigantic snake, coiled there, now awakening, fixating its gaze directly on him.

It was incredibly huge; the snake lay across the land as if it hadn’t moved for hundreds of years, its body covered in dust.

It now opened its mouth and spat out a massive bolt of lightning.

Divine Spirit!

Shi Hao’s face changed.

He harnessed the lightning, turned, and fled towards the Tianhe area.

“Boom!”
The ground cracked open, the black horns on the head of the strange snake glowing, and the thunder collapsed many nearby mountain peaks.

Its transparent wings behind it flapped, soaring into the sky, chasing after Shi Hao.

Finally, near Tianhe, it hesitated, sensing the presence of the curse’s power and had no choice but to retreat.

After this ordeal, Shi Hao became much more cautious.

That strange snake had been formidable, almost touching the realm of True Gods, utterly terrifying.

“Grandfather, you must be safe,” he said as he resumed his journey, deeply worried upon witnessing the perilous conditions of Demon Island.

Days later, Shi Hao entered another area where he saw from afar a silver Celestial Centipede, a hundred feet long, lying there, spewing electromagnetic mist and poison gas, and burning with Divine Fire – exceedingly terrifying.

Indeed a place of death, he saw another Divine Level ancient bug.

Shi Hao widely circumvented it, not wishing to disturb this Divine Insect in its cultivation.

The deeper he explored this deadly land, the more terrifying it became.

Creatures like this were not few in number, exhaling lightning, absorbing electromagnetic mist, lying dormant throughout the land, unpredictable and undetectable.

Shi Hao kept searching, crossing dry mountain ranges; despite several dangerous encounters—even though there were no trees, but all rocks—it similarly concealed giant beasts and birds of prey.

“Oh…”
He was surprised, the light shimmering like swarms of fireflies dancing beautifully and splendidly.

However, before Shi Hao got close, that place flashed with blazing symbols and erupted with a thunderous roar.

It was a group of Silver Butterflies, tens of thousands of them, flapping their wings together and simultaneously exercising their power, they actually shredded a golden fierce beast as tall as a mountain and exploded it in the lightning.

Shi Hao gasped in shock, the seemingly weak butterflies, when gathered together, were so powerful.

“If only I could command these many butterflies, having them help search for grandpa.” Shi Hao murmured softly.

Suddenly, within his hair, the Emperor Butterfly glowed, stretched out its body, nodded at him, and flew towards the group of Silver Butterflies.

“Be careful!” Shi Hao was startled, he hadn’t expected the Emperor Butterfly to act on its own, but the result was beyond his expectations: as soon as the Emperor Butterfly neared, countless Silver Butterflies fell to the ground, trembling with fear of it.

Shi Hao was astonished; the Emperor Butterfly was still a larva, not yet fully grown, yet it possessed such immense presence!

“No wonder there are such legends; during the Primordial Times, an Emperor Butterfly appeared and with just a light fluttering of its wings, it shattered the strongest few Heaven Rank creatures into pieces, turning into disaster ashes—such racial suppression is too powerful.”
Eventually, all the Silver Butterflies ascended and dispersed in all directions, searching for clues.

Despite this, Shi Hao quickly summoned the Emperor Butterfly back, fearing that if a few Divine Level Silver Butterflies appeared, unexpected lethal attacks could have unimaginable consequences.

Not long after, Shi Hao and the others encountered another group—Golden Beetles, also a kind of communal creature, numbering in the tens of thousands, filling the sky like golden grains.

As a result, upon the Emperor Butterfly flapping its wings and appearing there, this species too showed its submission.

It was not only Shi Hao, but even the Divine Striking Stone was surprised, finding it somewhat unbelievable—how formidable the Emperor Butterfly was!

“What a pity, it appeared only once back in the Primordial Times, and people know so little about it.” said the Divine Striking Stone.

Its single appearance was recorded simply because its achievements were so defy-the-heavens; merely fluttering its wings, it had wiped out several terrifying creatures.

Soon after, several communal creatures on Demon Island were mobilized to search for Lord Fifteen.

Several days later, a Silver Butterfly came flying, transmitting a spiritual fluctuation, informing Shi Hao that it had once seen the one-armed man.

Some Silver Butterflies would stray away, far from their species’ dwelling places—this one evidently had, having been out for a long time, just recently returning.

“What?!” Shi Hao, after receiving the news, was incredibly excited; he hadn’t imagined he would see a break so soon.

He asked eagerly and urgently, “Where?”
The Silver Butterfly led the way and informed that it had seen him just half a month ago.

Shi Hao was shocked, thrilled, yet anxious.

Grandfather was indeed still on Demon Island.

Following the Silver Butterfly, he flew a great distance and finally reached the destination.

“Grandfather, take care, I’m coming!”
Upon arriving, Shi Hao’s blood surged, holding back his excitement.

This time he proactively requested the Emperor Butterfly’s help to summon various communal species to search for Lord Fifteen.

Soon, a few Golden Beetles came flying, transmitting through spiritual sense, informing Shi Hao that they had seen Lord Fifteen up ahead and that others were also tracking him.

“There are others looking for my grandfather!” Shi Hao’s eyebrows twitched.

He naturally rushed there at once, anxious that it might be hostile forces.

With that, he continued his search and, two days later, received definite news: indeed, there were people planning to harm Lord Fifteen—and they were hunting him.

Of course, another group was also looking, with no malicious intent.

“Those without ill intent must be related to my father,” Shi Hao whispered softly.

Even so, he was disturbed inside.

The group hunting Lord Fifteen filled him with immense hatred, and he hoped to reach them at the very first opportunity.

Soon, he received more troubling news—the group with good intentions had never found Lord Fifteen and had already left.

“Use all your strength, we must…

find him as soon as possible!” Shi Hao’s voice trembled.

He was somewhat panic-stricken, somewhat afraid, terrified that something might have happened to his grandfather.

This was a grand chase, and it must be said that this time the Emperor Butterfly played a surprisingly big role.

Some tribes along the way, which were communal and had no Divine Spirits presiding, all heeded the call and helped in the search.

“We’ve found him…

we’re getting close!”
Four days later, Shi Hao’s chest heaved.

A group of Earth-Burrowing Silkworms dwelled in this mountain range, and with this clue, these silkworms could travel through the earth using Earth Escape, and they also mastered the laws of thunder.

Just the day before, they had seen a few men and women chasing an old man.

“Quick!”
Shi Hao clenched his fists, his eyes blazed with excitement mixed with rage, his body unable to stop trembling.

Several hours later, Shi Hao discovered traces of a middle-aged couple.

They were leisurely following the trail left by others, pursuing it.

At that moment, the two were whispering to each other.

“He is very formidable.

Even though he is from the Lower Realm, he is an impressive individual,” one said.

“Indeed, not simple at all.

He has managed to escape our encirclement several times,” the other replied.

“This time we have found him again, let it not be a Guardian Spirit, after searching for so long, we should eliminate him.”
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Using the Bone Text contained within the Myriad Spirits Diagram to operate Divine Power, Shi Hao put himself in an almost annihilated state, utterly silent, like a ghost pursuing them.

His heart was filled with tension, fearing any mishaps.

Finally, they reached the destination; ahead was an open area, but runes rose intermittently.

Someone had laid a grand array, sealing off the place.

There were six strong individuals, both men and women, surrounding a one-armed old man.

Together with a newly arrived couple, there were eight people in total.

Among them, one being had ignited divine flames, with the Divine Fire flickering, utterly terrifying!

“I want to know, why do you want to kill me?” the one-armed old man said, his face weathered and covered in blood, showing his hardships.

“It’s because you have a good grandson, born with two pieces of Immortal Bone.

Someone doesn’t want you to recognize him and influence him with your concepts and principles of action,” one of them replied.

“My grandson…” the one-armed old man’s voice quivered slightly as he looked up to the heavens, tears shimmering in his tiger-like eyes, filled with sorrow, “I have another grandson.”
“The other grandson, you mean the one from the Lower Realm?

He has been dead, buried in the ground for over a year,” someone coldly stated, ruthless and cold-hearted.

Clearly, the one-armed old man had heard of this before, knew about it, but still staggered immensely, stricken, as if dealt the most severe blow.

“Don’t grieve, you still have a fine grandson, born with two bones, who is destined to shake the Three Thousand States, unrivaled in the world,” an old crone who had ignited divine flames spoke.

“Qin Hao…

with Immortal Mountain present, I need not worry,” the one-armed old man showed a sense of loss.

He was originally a tough man, but at that moment he appeared very weak, touched and sorrowful, “My grandson, how could you be gone?”
Shi Hao arrived, seeing the old man’s loss and sorrow, the elderly face covered with the ravages of time, he couldn’t help himself, his eyes suddenly reddened, and tears rolled down.

“Grandfather…

I’m still alive!”
Thank you, everyone!

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(To be continued.

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