Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 469 The Land of Evil
Shi Hao's voice trembled, echoing in the deathly silent space filled with supreme pressure, sounding particularly jarring and desolate.

Even though it had been devoid of life for countless ages, that enormous golden head still radiated a brilliant golden light like the sun, exuding boundless majesty, as if it could crush all the heavens and myriad worlds at any moment.

The complex and primitive runes covering it were dim but not extinguished. Each one was engraved with the ultimate meaning of exertion. Just staring at it made people feel as if their souls were about to break and their bodies were about to disintegrate.

Seeing such a head and blood all over the ground, how could Shi Hao not be terrified?
In particular, his skin was cracked and his bones were about to break.

What is an unparalleled powerhouse? This is it!
Even after death, his influence will remain profound. His blood, his bones, and even his hair can sever flesh and destroy souls, suffocating future generations of powerful beings!
Looking at the enormous head, Shi Hao was shocked. He was completely petrified and motionless, even as his own body cracked and blood flowed out.

"Is this really... Lord Skyhorn Ant, one of the Ten Fiends?"

He muttered to himself, as if in a dream.

The ant's head, with its dazzling golden light, was as if cast from celestial gold. Even after millions of years, it still shone, and those rays of light could almost pierce through a person's flesh.

How could the Heavenly Horned Ant, which is hailed as a supreme being, die such a tragic death?

It was even stronger than a real dragon, yet its head was cut off!

Looking at the golden blood on the ground, and then at the scales, feathers, and horns in the distance, Shi Hao felt a chill run down his spine.

That battle back then was far too brutal, to the point of this. Is this the end result of mutual destruction?

The blood here is extraordinary, containing astonishing spirituality and accompanied by celestial energy. It is clear that these are the bloodstains of long-lived individuals, left behind by true immortals.

Beside him, Shi An was also somewhat moved by the scene.

That's right, it's about being reminded of painful memories.

Having inherited the memories of the Purple Spirit True Immortal, he had a profound understanding of the tragic and heroic scene before him that far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Those powerful beings that once shone brightly in the memories of true immortals are now nothing but ruins and bloodstains, telling the story of that earth-shattering battle that reshaped the heavens.

"The Ten Fiends, once standing above all living beings, how glorious and arrogant they were, have now fallen to such a state..."

Shi An sighed softly, his voice filled with loneliness and melancholy.

His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings; the scattered treasures and blood-stained remnants of the soldiers seemed to be silently accusing the cruelty of that great battle.

"Hey, what's with those expressions? Is my dad really that miserable?"

Beside it, the tiny ant, no bigger than a fingertip, was making a fuss, looking quite dissatisfied.

Seeing his father's body before him, and the little guy still so heartless, Shi Hao immediately stretched out two fingers and picked him up: "You unfilial descendant, with your ancestor's body before you, how can you still be so dissolute? Aren't you sad at all?"

Startled at first by being suddenly caught in its grip, the little ant then became enraged and struggled fiercely, waving its tiny golden claws wildly as it angrily shouted, "Hmph! What do you know!"

"My father died in battle! He died a heroic death, a true hero!"

"We, the Skyhorn Ants, only have souls that die standing up; we have no offspring that are born kneeling!"

"Sadness? That's the greatest insult to him!"

"On the contrary, I will work hard to cultivate and beat all those guys who killed my father to a pulp in the future. That will be the best tribute to him!"

Its voice was sharp, carrying a deep-seated pride and unspeakable pain. Upon hearing this, Shi Hao's heart stirred, and he loosened his grip.

"Boom!"

With a loud thud, the little ant landed on the ground, its back to the huge golden head. Its small body trembled slightly, but it stubbornly stood straight: "Besides, that was just my father's remains, not his true form."

"Remains?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao was taken aback. Ants shed their skin too? Like snakes? He had never heard of such a thing.

However, this is a horned ant, which is different from ordinary ants and insects; perhaps it really is quite different!

Thinking this, he endured the excruciating pain and walked forward, circling the head once. Only then did he realize with astonishment that the inside was hollow and it was really just an outer shell.

"My father was so badly injured that he was completely destroyed before I was even born, and he no longer exists."

The little ants whispered, without weeping or great sorrow, only a sense of loss and melancholy.

Back then, its mother died in battle, and its siblings were all killed. At that time, it was still in its mother's womb when it suffered a fatal blow.

It can be said that if it weren't for the extraordinary talent of the Horned Ant race, it would not have survived and would have long since ceased to exist.

Even so, it was only because its father exhausted his last bit of life force to defy fate and allow it to hatch that it was able to be born.

Looking at the dejected little ant, Shi Hao didn't know how to comfort it.

Fatherly love is great. Even without seeing his own child, he exhausted everything to pave a way for the child's survival in the last moment of his life. This deep and profound love deeply moved Shi Hao.

Shi An stepped forward and gently patted the little ant's shoulder. His voice was deep but carried an undeniable power: "Your father was a true hero. His will will be passed down forever, and you are the continuation of that will."

Upon hearing this, the little ant raised its head, its golden eyes flashing with determination: "That's right, I will become stronger, stronger than my father!"

Hearing the little ant say this, Shi Hao's eyes also lit up with fighting spirit: "That's right, we will be stronger than our predecessors and fulfill their unfinished wishes."

Afterwards, Shi Hao and the Little Heavenly Horned Ant began searching again, trying to find clues about the Immortal Scripture.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they searched, even digging three feet into the ground, they found no clues whatsoever.

At the same time, Shi An did not follow them. Instead, he sat cross-legged, opened his own domain, and began to absorb the evil energy of the place.

Yes, the reason why Shi An agreed to Shi Hao's invitation to come here was to absorb the evil energy of this place.

After three years of seclusion, Shi An's understanding of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong remained at the first revolution, but he unexpectedly deepened his understanding of the Dutian Divine Fiend Array, especially the use of fiendish energy, which gave him a completely new insight.

This place, the site of the fallen Heavenly Horned Ants, possesses a malevolent aura far exceeding outside imagination.

That was the fierce aura formed by the unwilling fighting spirit, shattered laws of the Great Dao, and essence blood of countless True Immortals who had perished. It had not dissipated over the ages, but instead had become more refined and terrifying.

Ordinary cultivators here, let alone absorb the energy, could have their minds corrupted by the baleful aura if they stayed even a moment longer, turning into madmen who only know how to kill.

However, for Shi An, who inherited the Great Array of the Heavenly Gods and Demons, this was an unparalleled treasure!

(End of this chapter)