Volume 3 - Chapter 415: A Drop of Divine Blood, Defying a Heavenly Lord’s Will (Part 1)
“The Dao-Origin Immortal Seal!”
The ancestors of the great clans were still puzzling over the identity of the young man who had entered the arena when they were all shaken by the appearance of the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal on Li Hao’s forehead.
To witness two individuals bearing the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal in one day—one a peerless prodigy among the demonic races, the other an unknown human youth—was simply unprecedented.
“Who is he?”
“He’s at the second level of the Immortal Lord Realm... Which family could possibly have produced such a talent? Does the Northern Region truly harbor a genius of this caliber?”
“Someone bearing the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal couldn’t possibly have remained unknown at the True Immortal Realm!”
All the clans were in an uproar, including the Jiang, Su, and Lin families—each was left thunderstruck and speechless.
They had some knowledge of Li Hao’s background. After all, his pursuit of Su Muqing over the past decade had long become a widely known tale. They had all heard of him.
But no one had ever imagined that this young man—viewed by them as a fool obsessed with Su Muqing—would possess the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, that he would turn out to be a top-tier prodigy.
“How... how is this possible...?”
Lin Jinrou covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief. Her last impression of the youth was of him unleashing a painting domain atop a lakeside pavilion, suppressing a thousand dragons in flight with terrifying mastery of the Painting Dao.
“Dao-Origin Immortal Seal...”
Su Wanxue’s eyes shimmered with deep shock; her lips parted, unable to form words. She had heard stories of how he lingered daily outside Su Muqing’s courtyard, waiting endlessly. How could someone who seemed so distracted, so consumed by infatuation... bear the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal?!
It wasn’t just those present. Countless spectators across the thirty-six thousand Immortal Cities were stunned by this sight.
“The Dao-Origin Immortal Seal... Who is this youth?”
“To think our Human Race still harbors such a prodigy, one even Lin Zhexuan can't compare to—he doesn’t even have a Dao-Origin Immortal Seal!”
“Is this the true peerless genius of our race? But... he’s only at the second level of the Immortal Lord Realm?”
“Are you blind?! Did none of you see the Soulspan Mirror outside the arena? Did you not see his soul longevity?!”
At this shout, countless eyes turned to the Soul Mirror outside the arena. There, it clearly displayed Li Hao’s soul longevity—just over a hundred years.
In that instant, the entire Gusu Imperial Star erupted like a boiling cauldron.
A soul age of just over one hundred, at the second level of the Immortal Lord Realm, and bearing the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal!
Compared to Lin Zhexuan and Su Muqing, he outclassed them by far. This was a once-in-an-eternity anomaly!
But soon, many experts from the great families calmed down. Something didn’t feel right. Something was clearly off.
A Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, such monstrous talent, yet only at the second level of the Immortal Lord Realm, with just over a hundred years of soul age? A prodigy like this should be protected and nurtured—not thrown onto a battlefield!
Such a seedling must not be allowed to perish here!
The cheers across the Immortal Cities quickly gave way to urgent cries from those who had regained clarity.
Though Li Hao’s appearance was uplifting, his opponent—the black-veiled demoness—also bore the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal. And she was at the ninth level of the Immortal Lord Realm!
A difference of seven whole levels—an unbridgeable gap. Even Su Muqing, with her strength at the second level, wouldn’t dare claim victory against a ninth-level opponent without the aid of her family’s supreme Immortal artifacts.
What’s more, both were top-tier prodigies. Whatever one could accomplish through sheer defiance of fate, the other could do as well. Thus, the seven-level gap stood as a solid wall—unscalable.
“That child…”
Su Zhenyuan, having rushed to the scene, froze in place, his body trembling.
He had already suspected Li Hao possessed exceptional talent when he saw the Soulspan Mirror earlier—but he hadn’t expected this. The boy’s hidden depths were far beyond his imagination.
No wonder, he thought. No wonder such a monstrous genius would be given that marriage contract by the Immortal Emperor and come seeking a union with the Su family.
This wasn’t an attempt to cling to their family—it was a heavenly opportunity granted to them!
He finally understood. That marriage contract, signed by the ancestral patriarch, clearly indicated a close bond with the Immortal Emperor. Why wouldn’t the Emperor offer such a blessing to the Su family’s descendants?
Not only Su Zhenyuan—Jiang Qiuyu and Lin Daogong were equally stunned, speechless.
The Dao-Origin Immortal Seal nearly guaranteed that, with proper cultivation, one could step into the Half-Step Emperor Realm. Compared to the Nine-Flower Immortal Seal, it brought one even closer to glimpsing the path of a Great Emperor!
And now, in the Northern Region, someone had appeared who surpassed both Su Muqing and Lin Zhexuan in talent. Factoring in his soul longevity, the boy’s potential was borderline terrifying!
“You…”
Su Muqing stared at the radiant glow of the Immortal Seal before her, dazed for a long moment before she came to her senses.
Her gaze was full of disbelief. Never in her dreams had she imagined that the one who had spent years chasing her, the man she had dismissed as lacking ambition, had actually condensed the supreme Dao-Origin Immortal Seal!
She herself bore the Nine-Flower Nine-Sequences Immortal Seal and had once hoped to condense the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal during the True Immortal Realm—but lacking the opportunity, she had no choice but to break through and now sought to mend that loss by cultivating a Chaos Law in the Immortal Lord Realm.
She knew, better than anyone, just how rare and precious the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal truly was!
For a moment, confusion, complexity, and countless other emotions surged within her. So many questions surfaced in her heart, and she couldn’t help but ask:
“With talent like yours... why did you insist on coming to the Su family? Why did you have to come for me?”
But Li Hao seemed not to hear. He simply stood there quietly, looking at her—gazing at that familiar face.
Scenes from the Southern Region flashed through his mind. He had chosen to fight not just for the Human Race of the Northern Region—but because he could not bear to see that tragedy repeat itself.
In silence, he said nothing. But Su Muqing’s body trembled slightly.
From those clear eyes, she saw something indescribable, something incomparably deep.
Only now did she truly understand.
It wasn’t for the Su family. It wasn’t for status or fame.
It was only for her.
Her breath quickened. Her heart began to race. She turned her head and saw the black-veiled demoness standing across the arena. At once, all her swirling emotions were doused in cold water. She snapped back to clarity.
Her expression shifted. Taking a step forward, she placed herself in front of Li Hao. Her fingers clenched slightly. Never in her life had she thought she would stand before a second man in this way—only Lin Zhexuan had once inspired such instinct.
“Even with the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, your cultivation gap is far too vast. You are no match for her. Go!”
Her eyes were resolute. She had agreed to enter the arena fully prepared to die.
As her words fell, memories rushed into her mind—back to those years in the courtyard, when that boy had always gazed at her unblinking, met only by her cold and disdainful eyes.
Her expression shifted slightly. In this final moment of life, it seemed… she still owed him something.
An apology.
A simple “I’m sorry” to the boy who had once stood silently behind her.
And now, as she walked past the two men who had protected her since childhood and stepped alone onto this final path, it was the boy she had long overlooked who now stood ahead of her—shielding her once more, even using his own life.
Her heart was a tangle of emotions—unspeakable, tangled with past misunderstandings and vanishing prejudice. She just wanted to say one thing:
“I’m sorry.”
But before the words could leave her lips, a firm and powerful Immortal force grabbed her arm and pulled her behind.
Li Hao now stood before her, his eyes calm, resolute—and frigid to the extreme.
Her cry of “Go!” had pulled the past into the present.
He felt as if all the blood in his body had surged backward from that heartbroken land of the Southern Region—rushing back into his veins, boiling like oil, igniting a fire that began to blaze within the frozen heart in his chest.
“I will not let you die in front of me again. I won’t.”
Li Hao spoke softly.
He whispered.
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