Although Lord Chen was not an Ancient Monarch, his strength was formidable enough to slay one.
Moreover, he was extremely young, representing limitless potential. Becoming a Supreme One was almost inevitable.
Yet, a future Supreme One master had been abandoned by him. In the future, when he looked back, he would surely regret it immensely.
Of course, the Ancient Desolate Dragon had no obligation to inform him, nor did he dare to do so rashly.
Yu Hao said arrogantly, "I, Yu Hao, have never regretted anything. If he were an Ancient Monarch, he might barely have the qualification to be my master. But a mere Quasi-Monarch, even if he is far more powerful than me, does not have that right."
"I hope you truly won't regret all the choices you made today."
The Ancient Desolate Dragon shook his head and his figure vanished.
Not long after, the Demonic Dragon King Long Ming also transformed his figure, cupping his fists slightly towards Yu Hao. "Farewell."
Yu Hao's expression turned ugly. "What do you mean?"
Long Ming said indifferently, "If you were Lord Chen's disciple, I would naturally be your mount. But since you are not, you also have no right to subdue me as a mount. Otherwise, why do you think the Ancient Dragon Venerable left at the critical moment? Did you really think you were invincible enough to defeat the Ancient Dragon Venerable?"
"Regardless, since you have become my mount, there is no reason for you to leave. Stay here for this Divine King!"
Instantly, a hand blotted out the sky, enveloping Long Ming.
Whoosh—
Silently, a figure appeared before Long Ming. It was the Ancient Desolate Dragon. They collided, and a majestic Divine King's might exploded.
Yu Hao, his injuries still present, staggered backward several steps. His Divine King body nearly exploded from the aggravated wounds. He glared darkly at the Ancient Desolate Dragon. "What is the meaning of this?"
The Ancient Desolate Dragon said coldly, "Members of my dragon race do not submit to anyone other than Lord Chen. Get lost now!"
Though covered in blood, Yu Hao still exuded a powerful, imposing aura. He said coldly, "Ancient Dragon Venerable, I, Yu Hao, fear no one. Unless Lord Chen himself acts, you alone cannot stop me."
In his eyes, only Lord Chen was truly powerful. Even if the Ancient Desolate Dragon was strong, he was merely on par with himself.
"This is bad!"
The Divine Kings of the Weiyang Great World, who had been closely watching all this, changed their expressions.
"Is that so?"
Silently, a figure appeared. His appearance rivaled that of Pan An, exceedingly handsome, with clear eyes that seemed to have the River of Time flowing within them. In an instant, it was as if countless ages had passed, giving him a special sense of vicissitude.
Clearly, this was an ancient existence who appeared young.
He flicked his sleeve.
Boom—
An immeasurably great force slammed heavily into Yu Hao.
As if struck by lightning!
Yu Hao's body was shattered to pieces. His already severely wounded Divine King body could no longer withstand it and exploded.
It shook the mortal world.
The Divine Kings of the Weiyang Great World also changed their expressions.
Another existence surpassing the Divine King realm!
"Remember my name—Hengyu!"
Quasi-Monarch Hengyu coldly tossed down these words and left with the Ancient Desolate Dragon and Long Ming.
At the border of the world, a long time passed before Yu Hao slowly reformed his physical body.
But his aura had plummeted drastically. Moreover, a few strands of white hair appeared among his originally jet-black, waterfall-like locks. This was unbelievable.
One must know that Yu Hao was merely a thousand years old. Given that Divine Kings had lifespans of hundreds of thousands of years, he was extremely young, still in the ascending stage of his human life. How could white hair appear?
This was Hengyu's ability. He had mastered the Great Dao of Time and could sever the years of others. That single strike had also cut away part of Yu Hao's lifespan, hence the white hair.
After reforming his body, Yu Hao understood the cause. He immediately consumed a divine fruit, a ten-thousand-year medicinal treasure, to replenish his lifespan. Unfortunately, it was only a few hundred years' worth—a mere drop in the bucket by comparison.
He gazed resentfully in the direction of the Heavenly Dragon Continent, yet also with immense wariness.
He never would have imagined that within the Chaos Heavenly Mansion, not only was Lord Chen terrifyingly powerful, but there were also other super-powerful beings surpassing the Divine King realm. This fact made him extremely wary.
Boom—
Suddenly, an unfathomably great force abruptly descended upon this place, enveloping Yu Hao.
Yu Hao's expression changed, and he wanted to resist.
Whoosh—
Without a sound, Yu Hao's figure vanished.
Back within the Chaos Heavenly Mansion, Ye Chen's eyes opened and closed as he glanced in that direction, revealing a faint smile. "Sheng Xu, you've been hiding for thirty years. Finally willing to reveal a trace?"
Chaos flowed; his eyes seemed to contain a sea of chaos, deducing the myriad Daos of the Great Era. Countless Dao trajectories suddenly appeared before him, clearly manifesting...
When Yu Hao reappeared, he found himself in an unfamiliar heaven and earth.
This heaven and earth was not the Weiyang Great World, but it was clearly a genuine world with complete world laws.
At the very center of the world, towering into the sky, was an incomparably lofty and magnificent divine altar, even more majestic and towering than a Primordial Divine Mountain. It stood between heaven and earth like the world's pillar.
At the very top of the divine altar was a Supreme Divine Throne.
An ethereal, transcendent figure sat upon the Supreme Divine Throne, looking down from a high position at Yu Hao. Faint, wispy strands of world-suppressing aura that could crush countless ages emanated from him.
Before this figure, under that boundless pressure, Yu Hao felt that even moving a single finger was incredibly difficult.
Above the Divine King realm!
Another being above the Divine King realm!
Yu Hao stared in shock at this ethereal, transcendent figure. Even forming a coherent thought in his mind was difficult.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only that ethereal, transcendent youth remained.
He had a feeling that if this youth made a move, he would be instantly annihilated, dead beyond dead.
As powerful as he was, before such a being, he was as weak as an ant.
Yu Hao suddenly remembered a sentence Lord Chen had spoken not long ago: "Even if you've reached this step, so what? Do you truly think you are the only true talent under heaven? You must know that in your era, there are more outstanding, more monstrous, more dazzling peerless talents. Do you really think your bit of talent amounts to anything?"
The person before him was likely the kind of person Lord Chen had spoken of.
Upon the Supreme Divine Throne, Sheng Xu sat aloft, looking down like a heavenly god gazing upon an ant on the ground. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, carrying both indifference and a trace of appreciation. "You are quite good. Firmly unwilling to become the Battle Saint King's disciple—you are likely the first in history. This Monarch appreciates that. I shall ask you this: are you willing to become this Monarch's disciple?"
Yu Hao forced himself to endure the boundless pressure and spoke with difficulty, "Who are you?"
"Sheng Xu, an Ancient Monarch!" As Sheng Xu spoke, the Heavenly Monarch's might emanating from him suddenly intensified countless times.