46. The Divine Tide Erupts, A Great Harvest

A born supreme is a peerless prodigy capable of battling pure-blooded creatures and forging countless undefeated myths, possessing a unique Supreme Technique that suppresses all defiance.

"This human genius before us... is actually a legendary born supreme?!"

Thinking of this, the Purple Sable and the Three-Eyed brothers quietly retracted their steps.

"Golden Lion, I..."

The Five-Colored Phoenix Bird turned pale, instinctively wanting to hold his ground and push back.

"Brother Phoenix, you don't need to worry about this. Everything is of my own volition."

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion, whose nine golden heads were usually radiant, hung them all dejectedly; he could not sit by and watch his good friend, the Five-Colored Phoenix Bird, follow in his footsteps.

With that, he carried Shi Hao away at high speed and vanished.

The Golden Lion's circle of friends could only watch as Shi Hao, suspected to be a born supreme, disappeared into the distance, not daring to obstruct him in the slightest, remaining speechless for a long time.

Willow Deity above, how did I end up looking like some perverted villain kidnapping a good man? The kicker is, this guy isn't even human!

On the road, Shi Hao couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"BOOM!"

A heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the ruins. On the dim horizon, thousands of precious artifacts floated and sank, appearing like wheels of divine suns shrouding the earth.

The Golden Crow Divine Wings, which drew in rolling divine fire; the heaven-shaking Chi Dragon Skin Drum; the razor-sharp Flood Dragon Horn; the ten-thousand-jin heavy Mystic Tortoise treasure armor; the fangs of a War Giant Elephant; branches from divine trees with astonishing divinity...

Piece after piece of supreme precious artifacts converged to form a terrifying divine tide, blotting out the sky and sun as it swept across the entire ancient ruin.

"The divine tide has erupted! Flee, quickly!"

"Damn it, a divine tide that happens once in several hundred years, and we actually ran into it! What rotten luck!"

"My precious artifacts! I was just about to get that one."

In an instant, all the prodigies of various races who had ventured deep into the ruins were forcibly driven out, fleeing frantically in a miserable state.

The divine tide, with its astonishing aura, shot out brilliant rays of light from time to time, striking the dense crowd of people below. Screams rang out, and every strike claimed the lives of dozens of creatures.

Prodigies who were masters of their own domains in the outside world were being slaughtered as easily as pigs and dogs.

"Mine, all mine! Golden Fur, let's charge!"

On a mountain peak, Shi Hao drooled at the sight and urged the Nine-Headed Golden Lion to turn back and charge into the awe-inspiring divine tide.

"Damn it, fine! If we're going to die, we'll die together!"

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion gritted his teeth and, with a tragic air, turned around, plunging into the sky-filling black mist without looking back.

"You talk too much. Can't you say something auspicious?"

Shi Hao rolled his eyes at this and immediately kicked the Nine-Headed Golden Lion hard, causing the latter to beg for mercy repeatedly, instantly clearing the tragic atmosphere.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... Now!"

As the Nine-Headed Golden Lion carried Shi Hao crashing into the heart of the divine tide, twelve cave heavens, resembling volcanic craters, appeared simultaneously. Rolling essence and massive amounts of divine energy were channeled into a crystalline ancient mirror.

The True Dragon Mirror, crafted from the chest bone of a True Dragon and a supreme artifact whose power was mostly sealed by the Willow Deity, had its seal barely touched. With a thunderous boom, a strand of heaven-shaking dao might leaked from Shi Hao's body, slashing directly into the vast divine tide.

Under the pressure of the True Dragon Mirror, the sea of precious artifacts that had whipped up a sky-filling storm all went dormant at once.

"Qiankun Bag, collect!"

Shi Hao made a prompt decision and unleashed the beast-skin bag. A terrifying suction force erupted, swallowing every powerful artifact floating quietly in mid-air.

"Golden Fur, let's go."

Shi Hao, having exhausted his strength, gave the order. The Nine-Headed Golden Lion, who was watching in a daze, swallowed hard and immediately transformed into a streak of golden light, fleeing into the depths of the black mist.

"What happened?"

"The divine tide seems to have... disappeared?"

"That heaven-shaking pressure that flashed by just now was..."

The ten thousand creatures who had been fleeing for their lives suddenly realized that the sea of divine tide that had been chasing them had mysteriously vanished, and everything that had just occurred felt like a dream.

Amidst mountain ridges filled with strange peaks and rocks, one man and one beast hid themselves.

"My Lord, this is a full several hundred supreme precious artifacts! Never mind the children in the village; even the Five-Colored Sparrow in the village could have one artifact per bird."

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion lay prone on the ground, flipping through the various treasures inside the Qiankun Bag, chuckling foolishly from time to time.

"Not bad, Golden Fur. Keep up the good work, and in a few days, I'll find you a mistress."

Shi Hao awoke from his cultivation, his strength restored, and did not stint on his praise.

"Alright, thank you, Lor—wait, what the hell does that have to do with me?!!"

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion nodded instinctively, only to suddenly realize what was said. Instantly, his sorrow flowed like a river, and he felt as aggrieved as an eight-hundred-pound silly dog.

Over the next half-month, small-scale divine tides erupted one after another. Shi Hao and the Nine-Headed Golden Lion used the same trick again, obtaining hundreds more precious artifacts.

"My Lord, the frequency of the divine tide eruptions has been decreasing over the past few days and is nearing its end. Shall we head toward the Treasure Dividing Cliff to claim a supreme treasure?"

Amidst the towering mountains and jagged ridges, the Golden Lion, having succeeded once again, wore a look of joy.

"The treasures within the Treasure Dividing Cliff are mostly divine artifacts; there is no need to go. I have more important treasures to seek."

Hearing this, Shi Hao shook his head and said.

That White Little Pagoda of mysterious origin was his ultimate goal.

Suspected to have been born several epochs ago, the crystalline bone pagoda originally had nine levels. When it had only four, it could already clash head-on with the giants and sect leaders of the Upper Realm to contend for its own two missing levels.

When it reached nine levels, on the other side of the Boundary Sea, it fused with the remains of a Heavenly Emperor from the Emperor Fall Era and clashed head-on with a dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Therefore, at its peak, it must have been a supreme Dao artifact, an ancient existence capable of clashing with ordinary Immortal Kings; it could no longer be viewed merely as a treasure.

On par with it was the Five Elements Mountain.

The Five Elements Mountain emerged from the endless chaos, having borne countless chaotic Gods and Devils, and many innate deities were born upon it; it was a supreme chaotic treasure.

Even while sealed, it was able to confront the remnant immortal of the Immortal Palace and protect Little Shi.

Falling into the hands of the Eternal Heavenly Venerable was a complete waste of a precious pearl.

When releasing the Undying Being, the crystalline bone pagoda had even conversed with the Five Elements Mountain, its tone quite familiar; the two supreme Dao artifacts seemed to know each other.

"Divine artifacts, no need for them? You don't want them, but I do!"

The Golden Lion grew anxious upon hearing this, muttering incessantly.

Did he really think divine artifacts were like cabbages by the roadside, available in any quantity?

"However, you have reminded me. There is indeed one good thing on the Treasure Dividing Cliff that I must retrieve."

Shi Hao paused, recalling an old matter.

Wu Tianchong, the founder of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, a disgraced disciple of the Upper Realm's Heaven Mending Sect, and once a supreme powerhouse of his generation with the potential to become the leader of the Heaven Mending Sect, had ultimately fallen in the Lower Realm.

His personal treasure, that black broken sword, was a top-tier divine artifact in every sense of the word.

At this stage, when he could not utilize many of his supreme Dao artifacts, this top-tier divine artifact was actually Shi Hao's best choice, and it could even augment the power of the Grass Sword Art.