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Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Blood Stains the Sacred Mountains Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Blood Stains the Sacred Mountains Purple aura dissipated, and Nine Holy Mountains aligned, grand and vast, magnificent and broad.

This is the inheritance site!

A horde of mighty ones slaughtered their way here, many bleeding, injured in the throes of battle.

There were many people, each holding their ground, their eyes glittering as they looked up at the extensive mountains.

A flock of Flame Crows spread their wings, their feathers dark as if they were several rounds of black suns, flying forward.

They came from the same clan, belonging to the indigenous inhabitants of the secret realm.

Leading the flock was a Black Divine Spirit, with black divine flames jumping around its body, twisting the void as it led its kin across the sky, charging towards the ancient land!

“Hiss!”
A purple Centipede, only two meters long, but with surging purple flames, leapt from the ground.

It was a Deity, pouncing towards the halfway up into the air.

Immediately, eight Flame Crows were eroded by the toxic mist sprayed by the Centipede, their flesh melting into black liquid, which fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

The leading Black Divine Spirit had an icy gaze, spreading wings to strike fiercely as a great battle broke out between the two.

In the sky, feathers danced in the blood, wilting and falling.

The Centipede’s body, hard as purple gold, when hit by the sharp claws and bird beak of the Flame Crows, rang with a clang.

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Even when struck by Treasured Artifacts, sparks flew but it remained unharmed.

The Divine Level battle was tragic, and soon the victor emerged.

The Flame Crows were badly wounded, half of their bodies corroded to the bone, fleeing towards the distance, while all of their offspring perished.

The purple Centipede was shrouded in mist, its poisonous gas turning into purple characters spreading outwards – any creature touched by it would turn to pus and blood.

“Boom!”
Not far away, a fat cow erupted with fiery red color, stomping on magma, with raging Divine Fire, its gigantic horns radiating dawn light, attacking the Lightning Child.

The Lightning Child soared up; this place was now a No-Fly Zone.

His Skull shone, with Thunderclap Runes bestowed by the heavens manifesting, thousands of electric arcs striking down at the old cow, intertwining lightning and rolling flames.

“Seeking death!” A thousand paces away, the Successor of Immortal Hall let out a low shout, having also encountered an adversary.

It was a mammoth, transformed into a humanoid with an elephant head standing ten zhang tall, tremendously strong, wielding a giant blade several zhang long, whirling it downwards, distorting the void.

The mammoth’s body was encircled by faint Divine Fire.

It was about to ignite divine flames, and the giant white blade it held was very ancient, formed from ivory, erupting with shocking Divine Power.

This was a racial gift, it could easily uproot huge mountains, trample down plains.

“Clang!”
The thick ivory blade emitted a blinding light as it collided with a golden halberd.

The successor of Immortal Hall stood tall and proud, his pupils turning into characters.

In an instant, the mammoth’s movements slowed down, clearly reflected in his heart.

This was his innate divine skill, rarely used and disdained against opponents.

Now, against this mammoth spirit about to become a Deity, he held nothing back.

He didn’t want to waste time or be held back.

The golden halberd and the ivory blade collided several times, Bone Text interweaving, releasing bursts after bursts of divine noise!

Pfft!

The Successor of Immortal Hall flipped his hand with the halberd, blood spurted, decapitating a huge elephant head, and blood gushed from the headless corpse like a small river.

“Ah…” Five hundred steps away, a scream of agony rang out, as a powerful Primordial was killed.

His adversary was a scorpion that shimmered like a blue diamond, crystal clear, glittering with an ocean-like azure brilliance.

It was as big as a millstone, almost dreamily blue, its tail hook sharp and intimidating, glimmering with cold light; it lay dormant in the void, striking the ground with a blue electric tail at critical moments.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, cries were piercing.

Cruel, accurate, and ruthless; the cold and heartless scorpion’s tail hook was sharper than the War Spear, piercing through the back of that Primordial, leaving him thoroughly impaled, with blood splashing out.

The Primordial struggled in pain; not just himself, even onlookers felt chilled to the bone, empathetically sharing the pain as if they themselves had been pierced, waves of severe pain hitting them.

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This was a fatal strike.

Even without venom, it was enough to take this man’s life; the scorpion’s tail was too sharp, pinning into the Primordial’s flesh, drawing out much blood.

Snap!

With a flick of the scorpion’s tail, the Primordial’s body shattered to pieces, exploding in the void, meeting an untimely death.

This scorpion was a Divine Spirit, powerful and frightening.

The battlefield was so cruel; even the young Supremes of a clan could fall here.

And this was just one corner of the battlefield in front of a purple mountain.

There were a total of Nine Holy Mountains, located here with purple aura all around, covered with various old mountain herbs.

On another battlefield, at the foot of a purple mountain, the witch sat down wounded to heal.

Elsewhere, the plant-based Primordial – Black Orchid, was also wilting with serious injuries.

Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping came from the void; it was a swarm of Bronze Beetles, tens of thousands strong, led by some Venerables, diving towards this place.

Everyone’s scalp tingled; this was too many.

These strange insects ate everything, including flesh, metal, Treasured Artifacts, etc.

The combined might of tens of thousands was alarming.

Boom!

At the foot of the purple mountain, a young man with disheveled black hair, holding a War Gold Lamp, looked up at the sky and let out a long howl, bursting with boundless vigor.

He erupted in fury, motivating the Treasured Lamp in his hand; Divine Fire rose like a hurricane, engulfing all the Bronze Beetles and burning them fiercely.

This place rang with piercing screams.

Tens of thousands of exotic insects, some of which were Venerables, were ignited, struggling fiercely, howling as they turned into human faces, and ultimately fell.

After being melted, they turned into metallic liquid, burning through boulders, the ground, and ancient trees alike.

This is a great war, chaotic and cruel, terribly frightening, with people continuously falling, even the strong at the Divine Fire Realm sometimes suffer calamities and meet untimely deaths.

Shi Hao’s side is similarly filled with danger, as various Treasured Artifacts soar through the sky, with War Spears and Magic Swords clashing, arcs of electricity crackling, and torrents of fire.

Shi Hao has encountered big trouble; he is under attack by a Divine Spirit, an exceptionally powerful pure-blooded Divine Bird—the Bifang.

It resembles a red-crowned crane, with a body of dark navy blue, densely speckled with red spots, and a pristine white beak with only one leg.

Each flap of its wings stirs boiling flames; it is a fire pathway Divine Bird.

Behind the Pill Furnace, Shi Hao and the demonic deity use the Treasured Artifacts to combat, pouring down lightning and releasing Curses.

Amidst the lightning and flames, both sides wore solemn expressions.

Fortunately, the furnace lid is also divine, where a True Phoenix lies dormant, able to absorb the flames.

After a fierce battle, Bifang couldn’t hold on, the divine flames released from its red spots weakened, showing signs of feebleness, for it had been afflicted with a strong Curse.

“Boom!”
Suddenly, a golden whip shadow cleaved through the air, Bifang screamed, it was struck down.

This was a Golden Elephant, manifesting its true form, towering dozens of feet tall, its golden elongated trunk more terrifying than divine whips, striking Bifang and leaving it with broken bones and tendons.

The Golden Elephant, having succeeded in its sneak attack, then turned towards Shi Hao.

“Humph!”
With a cold snort from Shi Hao, the most powerful beings beneath this purple Sacred Mountain had all appeared.

Apart from him and several Primordials, they were all experts of the Divine Fire Realm.

He moved stealthily, shrouded in lightning, quietly spreading the giant Peng bird wings at an astonishing speed, entangling with the elephant’s trunk.

This place was no longer a No-Fly Domain, allowing free flight.

The Pill Furnace shone with light, lightning cascading, blocking the Golden Elephant.

Suddenly, the Treasured Furnace was wrapped by the trunk, about to be snatched away.

However, the unexpected happened, the Pill Furnace violently shook, Tianhe reversing its flow, rushed into mid-air, and fell into the elephant trunk’s mouth.

Just this once was enough for the Golden Elephant to leap up.

It flung the Pill Furnace out fiercely, turning into a group of dazzling golden Divine Flames, roaring as it surged into the distance.

Its snout exploded open, charred black, the most severe Curse spreading, putting it in dire straits.

Bifang was not dead; its eyes sharp, it also dodged to the side.

“Shick!”
A bright knife light startled heaven and earth, it was a Mantis, emerald as jade, taller than a person, its arms were razor-sharp, bursting with divine fiery flames, battling fiercely with a Primordial.

“Spurt!”
The cold light illuminated the sky, alarming all beings in the area.

This emerald-like Mantis was exceptionally strong, decapitating the head of a Primordial, with blood shooting high into the air.

Fortunately, the Primordial’s Death Substitution Talisman had not been used yet, turning into a rain of light, it disappeared from this place.

Shi Hao and Lord Fifteen began to ascend the mountain, simultaneously, the Golden Elephant and the Mantis also started their journey, three parties equally matched, none making a rash move.

Behind them, many more creatures followed, including experts from the secret realm and outsiders, but none could contend with these three parties and could only follow.

“Shick!”
Divine Flames covered the sky, Bifang refusing to admit defeat, launching a sneak attack on Shi Hao, yearning to replace him.

“Think I’m easy to bully?” Shi Hao whispered, expressionless, only when the Divine Bird was close did he and his grandfather simultaneously stimulate the Pill Furnace.

“Swoosh!”
Suddenly, the Pill Furnace rapidly expanded, encapsulating Bifang inside.

Bifang, once hit by the Golden Elephant, suffered broken bones and tendons, greatly weakened, and severely cursed, now sluggish in movement, failed to dodge.

“Clang!”
The lid of the furnace closed, thunder light surged within, curses unending.

Shortly after, Shi Hao flipped the Pill Furnace, a charred-black and withered Divine Bird tumbled out.

“What a pity, it was a pure-blooded fierce bird from the Divine Fire Realm.” He was extremely regretful; in his eyes, it was a rare delicacy and a great medicinal flesh, sadly destroyed.

Other beings shuddered at the sight, not daring to come near.

Soon, Shi Hao and the others reached the summit of this Sacred Mountain, shrouded in mist, where a giant palace stood.

The other Eight Holy Mountains were the same, with mighty beings beginning to climb.

Each purple mountain possessed a palace, majestic and grand, solemn and sacred, all places of inheritance!

Entering the hall, divine noise echoed, shaking one’s body and resonating with the soul.

Within the hall, filled with characters and enlightenment, these were the experiences and insights of the Primordial Heaven Supreme, no specific techniques, only his realizations throughout his cultivation journey.

But these were even more precious!

“This is a selection of disciples and a test of compatibility, whoever aligns better with these insights will be transported to the highest hall!” someone whispered, discerning the subtleties.

Perhaps it could be said, this was the final trial, Primordial Heaven Supreme selecting the suitable inheritor.

Shi Hao and the demonic deity sat cross-legged, closely experiencing, listening to the divine noise, observing these realizations, deeply moved.

As if in a trance, they experienced another person’s life, rising from a small tribe, battling mighty beings of various tribes, until defeating the prodigies, triumphantly marching on, until their downfall.

Immersed in it, Shi Hao savored the realizations of the breakthroughs of that Supreme during the Primeval Times.

“It has greatly inspired me!”
Shi Hao whispered, he was reconstructing his realm, with the enlightenment of this Supreme overshadowing, suddenly coming to a realization, his gaze becoming more radiant, and reaping huge benefits!(To be continued.

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