A Great Harvest

The melee came to an end.

At first, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths' side had been completely overwhelmed. Countless geniuses were instantly killed, but the situation soon took a complete one-eighty. A handful of people began slaughtering the Foreign Realm's heavenly prodigies instead.

"Too terrifying. What kind of flame is that? How is it so powerful?"

Shi Hao spoke with lingering fear as he looked at the Foreign Realm prodigies who had been burned into a miserable state. Kindhearted as he was, he stepped forward and finished them off one by one. The Foreign Realm beings' eyes were filled with despair and grief. They had thought this would be a massacre, and it indeed was one-sided slaughter now—but they were the ones being slaughtered.

As the Black Emperor harvested the lives of the Foreign Realm prodigies, he said, "This flame contains a trace of Phoenix power. Their cultivation has all been suppressed to the Venerable level, so a flame like this is naturally terrifying."

"The True Phoenix of the Ten Fiends?"

Shi Hao was astonished. He had not expected the origin of this flame to be so great. But when he thought about how these Foreign Realm beings' original cultivation levels far surpassed Venerable, it was not strange that they could grasp such power. His eyes shone brilliantly as he took out an eyeball and, with the power of the Double Pupil, tried to see whether he could glimpse some primitive Dao patterns.

Although the Foreign Realm was a world beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, all great Daos led to the same destination. They would likewise possess Primal Precious Bones. Since he had killed quickly, he figured there should be some precious bones that had not had time to shatter.

Very soon, he made a special discovery.