Volume 3 - Chapter 380: Reversal of the Domain - Part 1
The short distance between them could be closed in an instant, yet a powerful domain force suddenly surged forth, forcing the Hidden Sea Clan to an abrupt stop.
“Hm?”
Everyone turned toward the source of the power—and saw an elderly man with snow-white hair standing beside Li Hao. His face was lined with age, but fury and killing intent burned unmistakably in his eyes.
“Another Immortal King? And a strong one at that!”
“Where did this reinforcement come from? These prodigies always seem to have a string of powerful allies!”
“Of course. You can’t afford to provoke a true prodigy. They're walking arsenals and always have experts guarding them. Unlike us—nothing but dried branches and withered grass.”
Voices buzzed in shock and speculation.
But Li Hao himself stood frozen.
That elderly face—it was so familiar, yet the expression on it was completely foreign to him.
The newcomer was none other than Wang Lao.
Li Hao hadn’t expected that in such a dire moment, Wang Lao would appear.
“Fifth layer of the Immortal King realm?”
The expressions of the Hidden Sea Clan members shifted subtly, their eyes sharpening with caution. Each layer of the Immortal King realm was like ascending a new heaven. A fifth-layer Immortal King—even among the top fifty of the Hundred Clans—was considered an elite powerhouse, close to the level of a clan patriarch.
Nearby, the Great Dream Clan was caught off guard by this unexpected ally. When they sensed Wang Shanhe’s presence, joy gleamed in their eyes.
On the other hand, the Wind Spirit Clan's faces darkened, though they did not back down. Their only concern now was whether this youth had even more reinforcements hidden in the wings.
“Wang Lao.”
Joy flickered in Li Hao’s eyes, but it quickly gave way to worry as he realized the implications.
“You coming here will drag you into this.”
Wang Shanhe's heart gave a violent tremor at those words. The bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes was overtaken by a wave of grief. Looking down at Li Hao, his voice was thick with anguish.
“I saw everything. You foolish child… it’s us who dragged you into this. With your talent, even the other Supremes would fight to take you as a disciple. And still—still you refused to summon me, even in a moment like this. Do you want me to regret this for the rest of my life?”
By the end, his voice was trembling.
As an Immortal King, Wang Shanhe had only shed tears once since that devastating battle of ages past—when so many had charged from the Imperial Hall like moths to the flame, never to return.
That was a hundred thousand years ago. He had not known pain like this since—a pain like nails driven into his heart, spreading out like a web, even making the soles of his feet twitch in agony.
“I was simply not careful enough,” Li Hao said with a shake of his head.
Wang Shanhe clenched his back molars, knowing this was not the time for a long conversation. He took a deep breath, stepped in front of Li Hao, and let his eyes sweep over the members of the Hidden Sea Clan—then shifted his gaze to the Wind Spirit Clan.
He stared at each face as if to carve it into memory.
Then, he looked upward—straight into the clouded firmament where a majestic figure loomed in the mist. That figure radiated the supreme aura of the Heavenly Dao and bore the crushing majesty of an Emperor. It was like the sun itself glaring down upon mortals—blinding and oppressive.
Blood leaked from Wang Shanhe’s eyes, but he did not avert his gaze. He stared directly at that face—once awe-inspiring, once familiar.
“Heavenly Emperor. Do you truly not know what happened to Lord Tianyang back then?”
His voice was cold as steel, each word bitten out with pain and fury as he confronted the highest being of the True Realm.
At that moment, the entire Southern Region fell silent. Countless cultivators were too stunned to even breathe.
To stare down a Supreme—to question a Supreme—was enough to send chills through every soul present.
That ancient title, lost in the mists of time, rang out once more after a hundred thousand years.
Heavenly Emperor…
Above the clouds, the Seven Imperial Emperors exchanged glances. Flickers of distant memory lit their eyes as they stared at the white-haired elder. A strange familiarity tugged at their minds.
“Heavenly Emperor?”
“That… that was the Supreme’s old title?”
“It’s been countless ages… and yet someone still remembers what he used to be called. Could he be… an old acquaintance from long ago?”
Whispers spread like wildfire across the Southern Region. Among the older generation, some eyes shone with emotion, others with sorrow.
Jianxin and Mingyue, seeing this Immortal King act with such blatant disrespect, were visibly incensed. Though he bore the strength of an Immortal King, they were disciples of a Supreme. They had met plenty of such experts—and even those at the seventh or eighth layer of the Immortal King realm would bow politely before them.
“You dare be so insolent!” Mingyue shouted angrily.
Jianxin’s expression remained cold. He said nothing, but his eyes had already shifted toward Li Hao.
Wang Shanhe gave the girl a passing glance and recognized her for what she was—a mere disciple of a Supreme. A little girl, barely worth a look.
His eyes shifted back, unblinking, locking again onto that Supreme—onto those eyes that seemed like sun and moon suspended in the heavens.
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