Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 957 - 197: Remains of the Immortal Divine_2

Chapter 957 -197: Remains of the Immortal Divine_2

As the power of the Eternal Dao Domain surged in, the brilliance of the True Martial Eight Extremes Formation reached an unprecedented level. The eight forces suddenly began to rotate, transforming into a hazy Chaos Power. Shortly afterward, a sealed ancient prohibition slowly opened.

Ripples in front of the pavilion swayed and dissipated like a watery curtain.

The interior scene underwent a drastic change from what was previously seen—it was a dark, eerie passage resembling a cave within a mountain.

A wave of decaying stench permeated from within.

The expressions of All Saints subtly shifted; their gazes grew serious.

Swish!

The figure of the Source Ancestor darted forward abruptly, entering behind the pavilion at lightning speed.

Another red silhouette swiftly sped out, barely trailing behind him—it was none other than the long-prepared Divine King.

Seeing these two take action first, the other Supreme Saints did not hesitate. Despite the dangers lurking within the unknown, treasures favor the bold. If they delayed, whatever precious items lay inside would not be theirs.

Holy Master of Law, Medical Saint, Saint Mo, and others quickly chased after them.

Li Hao fixed his gaze for a moment before following closely, all the while remaining secretly on guard against other Saints.

Before this seal platform was unlocked, no one would attack him. Even if someone tried, the Source Ancestor and others would intervene to ensure his safety. But now, it was different.

His usefulness had expired.

Luckily, everyone was currently focused on exploring the interior, so no trouble came his way.

Following behind the Supreme Saints, Li Hao observed the dark passage and noticed scattered corpses along the way. They had decayed into bare white bones.

The stench of the corpses filled the air. Li Hao glanced at the remains and saw Dao Patterns etched onto the bones—just like his own Dao Bone!

However, it seemed they had failed to refine their Divine Blood into Dao Power. Otherwise, their flesh and Dao Bones would have remained intact, rather than decaying into skeletons.

Li Hao chose not to rush forward. Should treasures indeed appear, the Supreme Saints would inevitably compete for them. Instead, proceeding steadily might help him avoid the Mixed Heaven Saint’s prying eyes.

While Li Hao walked and observed, other Saints hastened ahead, some quickly passing him.

“These corpses, they’re likely the remains of Immortal Divines.”

A Sword Master moved closer to Li Hao’s side, slowing his pace to solemnly whisper.

“Stop dwelling on them. If there are so many Immortal Divine remains, there must be an Immortal Divine Road!”

The Sword Saint quickly passed by and spoke rapidly, then shot toward the depths of the passage without looking back.

The Sword Master glanced at Li Hao and asked, “Are you wary of the Mixed Heaven Saint?”

Li Hao gave a slight nod and replied, “You can go ahead; don’t worry about me.”

The Sword Master thought for a moment before saying, “Alright, I’ll scout ahead.”

He knew staying beside Li Hao wouldn’t help if the Mixed Heaven Saint decided to act. When Li Hao had faced difficulties within the Buddhist sect before, the Sword Master could draw his blade to ease his crisis. But now, the enemies Li Hao faced were far beyond what he could handle.

“The Three Calamities are just one step away from the Supreme Saint, yet the gap is insurmountable.”

“Immortal Divine remains… can Immortal Divines truly die?”

Li Hao’s eyes subtly flickered as he remembered Feng’s words: Immortal Divines had vanished due to a terrifying crisis—a cosmic catastrophe.

Could these Immortal Divine remains have perished during that cosmic catastrophe?

“Perhaps it’s the Heavenly Dao’s killing intent?”

Li Hao’s eyes reflected contemplation. The passage littered with remains and the traces inside the Ancient Hall confirmed the existence of Immortal Divines.

But what could cause the death of Immortal Divines? Apart from the power of the Heavenly Dao, Li Hao could think of nothing else.

Still, he could now summon the will of the Heavenly Dao, and with his mastery of Transform to Immortal to its peak, he could barely wield the Heavenly Dao Power. He felt that the Heavenly Dao harbored no malice toward all beings; it regarded them like plants and flowers in a cycle of life—a neutral, inclusive attitude.

If not the Heavenly Dao catastrophe, what other calamity could have caused the fall of beings surpassing Saints?

Li Hao traversed through the passage and soon arrived outside it, standing before a grand hall. Within the hall, several forces clashed as they fought over a damaged spear shaft.

The spearhead was broken, and the shaft, seemingly cast from bronze, emanated an ancient aura while exuding faint tribulation power.

Li Hao, highly sensitive to tribulation power, immediately recognized the spear as an extraordinarily fearsome Dao Tribulation Emperor Weapon. Though damaged, it rivaled the Emperor’s Weapons of the Five Tribulations, perhaps even the Sixth Tribulation.

The Holy Master of Law and Saint Mo were scrambling for it, while the Medical Saint and Name Saint contested an amber-colored treasure bead.

As expected, the hall contained treasures, which the Supreme Saints detected almost instantly.

As they fought for the items, other Saints scoured the area.

Though envious of the treasures pursued by the Supreme Saints, the others understood their value and thus searched for different alternatives.

Within the hall stood a youth sculpture—no one dared approach it. It donned battle armor, appearing particularly imposing.

Li Hao cast a fleeting glance, noting the absence of the Source Ancestor and Divine King. Without wasting his energy in the ongoing struggle, he ventured toward the hall’s end, where three diverging paths lay.

Li Hao observed lingering traces along two paths—one left behind by the Source Ancestor, the other by the Divine King.

The central path carried the aura of the other Supreme Saints, including the Mixed Heaven Saint and Dragon Saint.

Li Hao’s eyes shifted slightly before he withdrew his steps and refrained from advancing.

Returning to the main hall, he watched Saints zealously competing and searching, appearing no different from rural bandits in his eyes.

He selected a spot higher up—the cushion before the sculpture—for seating and waited for the Saints’ contests and the explorations of the Source Ancestor and Divine King to conclude, curious about whether the Immortal Divine Road truly existed.

After all, it was the path leading to the residence of Immortal Divines; Li Hao couldn’t help but feel intrigued.

Remaining passive, seated there, he formed a stark contrast with the Saints rummaging and brawling throughout the hall for its peculiar treasures.

While observing them, Li Hao suddenly felt the cushion beneath him collapse slightly, pulling at his body with waves of suction, draining his internal strength.

Startled, Li Hao quickly stood up, gazing at the cushion with suspicion.

The cushion appeared gray and unremarkable. Li Hao tested a quiet release of power, discovering it was being absorbed by the cushion.

Yet, despite sucking in vast amounts of energy, the cushion remained unchanged, like a bottomless pit.

As Li Hao prepared to collect the cushion to examine its anomaly, an explosive sound emanated from the sculpture beside him.

The statue suddenly emitted beams of light from its eyes, engulfing Li Hao’s body.

Soon, the power of space-origin laws enveloped him, and just as the scenery blurred, Li Hao reappeared with two distinct Supreme Saint auras nearby.

The unusual occurrence alarmed the other Saints within the hall.

“Where is Haotian Venerate now?”

“Where has he gone? It seems like he triggered something and was teleported through the sculpture.”

“Could this lead to the Immortal Divine Road?!”

The Saints who had previously been vying for treasures suddenly became excited. Some even abandoned their fights and surged toward the sculpture.

A hint of anger flashed in Name Saint’s eyes. He gave up on the treasure bead and focused on the cushion.

He scrutinized it closely and quickly identified its peculiarity. Raising his hand, he released energy to encase the cushion, soon prompting the sculpture’s eyes to emit light again, engulfing him.

While the Saints gathered before the sculpture, Li Hao, having teleported first, found himself accompanied by two familiar figures.

Mixed Heaven Saint and Dragon Saint.

Upon noticing Li Hao’s sudden appearance, both were momentarily stunned, evidently surprised to see him here.

Li Hao tensed upon seeing the Mixed Heaven Saint; his expression turned grim.

He recalled the aura from the central path earlier. Could the sculpture have transported him directly to the depths of the central path?

Scanning his surroundings rapidly, Li Hao discreetly distanced himself.

“How did you end up here?”

The Dragon Saint asked Li Hao inquisitively.

“Source Ancestor sent me,” Li Hao replied.

The Mixed Heaven Saint narrowed his eyes and sneered, “You look as though you’re scared of something—afraid of me, perhaps? Someone must’ve told you something.”

The Dragon Saint exchanged a glance with him, seemingly understanding, and smiled, “Then we won’t bother you.”

Swish!

Without hesitation, Li Hao turned and fled. This place was a hall, but thankfully there were passages on both sides. He quickly escaped, inwardly cursing.

He merely wanted to sit and rest for a while, yet inexplicably got teleported here—how infuriating!