Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 972 - 203: Immortal Gate in the Starry Sky (9K)

Chapter 972 -203: Immortal Gate in the Starry Sky (9K)

Li Hao’s face twisted in agony, filled with pain, alongside an uncontrollable urge to kill and indulge in bloodlust.

He suddenly thought of the Dragon Saint who had stood before the ancient well earlier. The other’s expression was brutal and feral, as though influenced by the power within the well.

“It can even affect my Primordial Spirit, including the will of the Saint Path!”

Li Hao was slightly alarmed. This berserk and frenzied emotion seemed to originate from the root of his Dao Thoughts, as if some unstoppable force draped itself over him like a cloak, guiding his actions. The longer the exposure, the harder it would be to restrain, leading to catastrophically disastrous consequences.

Li Hao immediately tapped into his Transform to Immortal power, allowing his mind and spirit to merge into the heavens and earth, harmonizing with it in a state of Unity of Heaven and Man, characteristic of the Heavenly Human Realm.

That feral emotion gradually dissipated as his Primordial Spirit and consciousness dispersed into the vastness of the world, too expansive to be corrupted unless this influence could consume the entirety of the surrounding heavens and earth.

Once his inner calm returned, Li Hao cast a glance at the Dragon Saint who had gone berserk and was ferociously attacking the small courtyard. He chose not to counter-attack but instead quickly retreated toward the sculpture.

At the same time, the auras of the Source Ancestor and Divine King began encircling from opposite sides.

Yet their presences were faint, revealing nothing overtly.

Li Hao surmised that they had already begun covertly observing the unfolding events here.

“You think you can escape? There’s no escape—you will all die!”

The Dragon Saint roared maniacally as though he had completely lost control. His eyes glowed blood-red, and crimson light seeped from beneath the scales covering his body.

He dove toward Li Hao with all his might, intending to flatten both him and the small courtyard. However, the power he unleashed was blocked by a silvery-gray brilliance encasing the courtyard.

Seeing this, Li Hao became even more certain—the Dragon Saint had succumbed to some overwhelming influence. His form blurred as he swiftly positioned himself before the sculpture.

At this moment, the sculpture appeared peculiar. It was flush against a wall without a consecration platform nearby, as though it did not belong in this location.

Divine Light flashed in Li Hao’s eyes as his Divine Eye penetrated the depths of the sculpture. Each intricate detail came into view, and inside, he discerned faint traces of Immortal Tao energy emanating from within.

Li Hao’s gaze flickered. He pressed his palm against the sculpture, channeling his power to probe its interior.

He quickly detected something unusual.

Behind the sculpture, there seemed to be a crack in the void.

The faint energy originated from that very fissure.

A trace of surprise flashed across Li Hao’s eyes. He took another, closer look at the sculpture and immediately realized that it resembled a mere stone block, as though it was there to act as a seal.

Boom!

The Dragon Saint’s colossal form slammed against the small courtyard again, only to be repelled by the silver light. Its deafening roars reverberated through the air, as if incited into a frenzy of savagery and primal nature. It was determined to destroy the courtyard’s prohibitions, engaging in a relentless battle with the courtyard itself.

Hearing the ceaseless rumble, Li Hao grew increasingly apprehensive of the well’s internal crimson waters’ horrifying power. Even the mighty Dragon Emperor Supreme had devolved into little more than a volatile madman.

Had it not been for his ability to merge his Primordial Spirit into the heavens and earth, Li Hao might have similarly succumbed to uncontrollable rage and fury by now.

Not lingering further, Li Hao attempted to shift the sculpture away.

“Could it be that the Immortal Divine Road lies behind this?”

Li Hao’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. That faint trace of immortal power gave him a peculiar sense of intimacy.

The legendary path sought after by All Heavens Saints was now so close—within arm’s reach.

Just as he was about to move it, he abruptly felt the sculpture as though it had come alive. Its stone face displayed a visage of anger and majesty, glaring down at Li Hao.

A jolt of electricity coursed through Li Hao’s body, leaving him frozen in place. He felt like an ant standing before a god, overwhelmed by a suffocating fear so potent that it paralyzed him.

His hand trembled as he hesitated, unsure whether to stop or withdraw entirely.

The sculpture’s eyes bore into him with sternness and frigidity, as if issuing a silent but unequivocal command to desist.

The oppressive aura was soundless yet as heavy as ten thousand mountains, pressing relentlessly upon Li Hao’s heart.

His body stiffened as he slowly withdrew his hand, sensing that continuing to move the sculpture would not only amplify the oppressive force but might also trigger something far worse.

That instinct, akin to a Saint’s prophecy, was too vivid to dismiss as mere illusion.

As Li Hao cautiously deliberated, the Dragon Saint’s assault grew even more frenzied. At this time, however, the two concealed auras emerged from the shadows.

The Divine King and Source Ancestor simultaneously sensed each other’s presence. Their decision not to reveal themselves earlier came from a mutual desire to assess the situation for its true nature.

Upon their examination, though, all they found was Li Hao and the Dragon Saint.

The Dragon Saint, however, was in a perilous state, appearing entirely deranged and creating a tremendous disturbance.

Among the three paths, the Divine King and Source Ancestor, upon seeing one another, realized that the routes they had selected were incorrect. Hence, the correct path could only be the one before them.

“Dragon Saint, calm yourself for a moment. What exactly is going on here?”

The Source Ancestor appeared, attempting to soothe the Dragon Saint to prevent him from causing too much commotion that might draw other Saints to this location.

The Divine King also revealed himself, though his expression was cold as he stared icily at the Dragon Saint, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Seeing that the two figures had finally chosen to show themselves, Li Hao felt something stir within him. He refrained from taking further action. Even though the Immortal Divine Road might lie behind this sculpture, that ominous sense of intuition told him that he must not force his way forward alone.

“Why should I tell you? If you want to find the Immortal Divine Road, rely on your own abilities!”

The Dragon Saint growled lowly. Despite the Source Ancestor’s mild tone, he responded with little courtesy.

Still, a shred of reason seemed to resurface, restraining him from uttering even more volatile words.

The Source Ancestor’s eyes flickered faintly. This behavior from the Dragon Saint was far too abnormal—it was unlike him to behave so erratically under ordinary circumstances.

“Haotian, what exactly happened here?”

The Source Ancestor turned to question Li Hao.

Li Hao’s thoughts churned as he replied honestly, “The two of you, the Dragon Saint has gone mad. He’s been corrupted by the well’s crimson waters, leading to a complete breakdown of consciousness.”

These words mirrored what both the Source Ancestor and Divine King had observed. After hearing Li Hao’s account, both of them shifted their gazes to the ancient well within the courtyard. They could faintly sense a deeply foreboding and violent energy emanating from within—a power now heavily tainting the Dragon Saint.