Chapter 982: 204: Shattered Immortal Path, Emperor's Calamity Fake Realm (10,000 updates 1 for monthly ticket)_6

Chapter 982: Chapter 204: Shattered Immortal Path, Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm (10,000 updates 1 for monthly ticket)_6

The feeling sent chills down his spine, as if the white bone before him was alive!

Li Hao’s gaze fell once again on the ancient sword clasped in its bony embrace, realizing that this sword was unlike other battle artifacts—it wasn’t entirely broken. Though the sword edge was dulled, the Dao patterns upon it remained distinct, exuding a faint yet undeniable pressure.

Li Hao stared at the scene with surprise and doubt, refraining from approaching recklessly.

At that moment, a gust of wind swept through, and the white bone seemed to move.

“Hmm?”

Li Hao noticed the lower jawbone of the skeleton appeared to shift slightly.

Just as he questioned whether his eyes were deceiving him, the skeleton abruptly sat upright, turning its head to face him directly. From its hollow eye sockets, two profound silver beams of light emerged and glowed.

“After countless ages, someone actually managed to come here… Hmm? There are faint traces of Immortal Qi—is it the Sixth Extreme Realm?”

An ancient, weary whisper suddenly filled the air.

Li Hao couldn’t understand the language spoken, yet he inexplicably felt as though he grasped its meaning.

His heart pounded wildly. After seeing so many skeletons along the way, he hadn’t expected this one—impossibly—was still alive!

As Li Hao instinctively drew back his aura, condensing his energy defensively, the skeleton seemed to perceive his actions. From its stark white bones, an eerie flow of blood surged forth, followed by the rapid emergence of veins and flesh that soon enveloped the skeletal frame.

In no time, the growing flesh took on the appearance of a weathered middle-aged man.

On his head, disheveled hair slowly sprouted.

At the same time, a tattered set of armor materialized around him, resembling that of an ancient battlefield warrior.

As the armor appeared, the figure’s true silhouette seemed to emerge—a vast and overwhelming presence caused Li Hao’s heart to race painfully.

The man sat there, leaning against a war chariot, yet it felt as though he bore the weight of the heavens and earth. His gaze was detached yet piercing, as if the essence of the world concentrated solely on him.

“Senior…”

Li Hao’s voice trembled as he spoke, feeling that a mere thought from this figure could end his life in an instant.

He hadn’t anticipated encountering such a terrifying existence so soon upon arriving in the Immortal God World. Was this truly a living Immortal Divine?

While Li Hao quaked in fear, the man cracked a faint smile—a smile stiff and unnatural—as if his facial muscles hadn’t moved for ages and had become rigid.

“Don’t be nervous. You’ve come from the Ancient Road, haven’t you? You must be from the Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm.”

The middle-aged warrior spoke, smiling faintly.

Seeing no killing intent from the man, Li Hao felt the hairs on his body flatten slightly. He hesitated and asked, “Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm?”

Could it be referring to the Land of All Saints?

“Indeed, for those born in this realm wouldn’t know its true name.”

The middle-aged warrior observed Li Hao’s confusion, and let out a carefree laugh, saying, “You arrived here through the Mystical Gate, didn’t you? Not long ago, while I was lost in sleep, that ‘thing’ attempted to barge through. I intercepted it in time, yet the Mystical Gate was still left with a scar. I had anticipated that after such a breach, someone would eventually come through…”

The Mystical Gate?

Was it referring to that mysterious door?

Li Hao asked, “Junior indeed comes from there. May I ask how I should address Senior? Is this place truly the Immortal God World?”

“Immortal God World… Ha.”

The middle-aged warrior let out a mocking laugh and said to Li Hao, “There’s no need for formalities. I’m but an insignificant soldier under the Heavenly Calamity Immortal Emperor’s command. For someone like you to emerge from the Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm, you must surely be a supreme talent.”

As he said this, the man examined Li Hao closely, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. “To have mastered the Extreme Realm entirely—even possessing the embryo of Saint Extreme Realm—remarkable indeed!”

Li Hao felt chills spread across his body upon hearing the man’s words.

With just a single glance, his abilities had been completely exposed?

Even his deepest-hidden Three Saints Power had been seen by this figure—how terrifying!

“Such talent, in the former True Realm, you’d have been a prodigy among the Major Sects. What a pity…”

The man’s eyes reflected wistfulness and regret as he lightly shook his head, before turning to say to Li Hao:

“Before those things arrive, you should return quickly. Do not pursue the Immortal Divine path. Even if you gain longevity equal to heaven and earth, so what? It’s merely the heaven and earth perceived by a frog at the bottom of the well. And besides, the True Realm is no longer what it once was.”

Li Hao watched him speak, uncertain if the man was addressing him or merely voicing his own inner thoughts. He could only smile bitterly and say:

“Senior, I have no way to return for now. Immortal Gods and longevity do not currently captivate me—I have a long, long time left to live, with death far beyond the horizon. However, the path back has been blocked, so I can only stay here.”

“Hmm?”

Upon hearing Li Hao’s words, the middle-aged warrior seemed surprised. Suddenly, a dazzling silver light gleamed in his eyes.

The silver light soon dissipated, leaving the man’s gaze filled with astonishment. “Your soul life is not even sixty years?!”

Li Hao felt intruded upon once more, his defenses powerless against such scrutiny, and could only sigh inwardly.

“It seems I’ve underestimated you yet again.”

The middle-aged warrior murmured in admiration, noting that it had been countless years since encountering such an exceptional genius. Yet how unfortunate.

“You say you were forced here—are you being hunted? With such talent, it’s no surprise if you’ve attracted envy. Yet judging by your current state, only someone cultivated to the utmost in a Fake Realm could take your life.”

He seemed to deliberate for a moment, as if speaking his thoughts aloud: “Perhaps so. After all these years, entities at the bottleneck within the Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm should surely exist.”

Li Hao wasn’t sure what bottleneck the man referred to in cultivation terms, but he presumed it would be at least the Saint Extreme Realm.

The man clearly misunderstood. Li Hao hadn’t encountered such beings; there were none in the Land of All Saints. However, the Divine King and Source Ancestor’s combined strength might be considered halfway to Saint Extreme Realm.

“Regardless, you must return. Remaining here means death, with no chance even for reincarnation.”

The middle-aged warrior advised Li Hao.

Li Hao asked, “Senior, what happened here?”

“A terrible catastrophe.”

The middle-aged warrior shook his head and replied, “There’s no point in you knowing more.”

He seemed to pause for thought, glancing down before rummaging briefly through his belongings, only to sigh with a bitter smile.

“After years guarding this place, I’ve exhausted the Immortal Artifacts and Immortal Medicines I carried. Otherwise, I’d have given you an Immortal Pill to ensure your safety.”