Chapter 2478: Today, I Have Come for Revenge
Four deities had quietly arrived at Ice King Star.
Some were true gods, others were false gods.
At this moment, the four deities came to the Ice Imperial Palace, seeking an audience with the Ice Emperor. They were gods, and their methods of concealing their auras were highly sophisticated. However, on Ice King Star, trying to hide from the Ice Emperor's perception was nothing but a fool's dream.
Since the Ice Emperor had emerged from seclusion, who would dare not come to pay their respects?
They were quite uneasy, pondering in their hearts whether the Ice Emperor's emergence at this time was related to their arrival.
After reaching the Ice Imperial Palace, they confirmed this, because the Ice Emperor showed no intention of inviting them inside. Nor did he tell them to leave.
This was not a good sign; it was clearly a warning.
The four deities exchanged glances, all showing bitter smiles. Leaving now was obviously inappropriate, so they could only continue to wait.
...
Inside the Ice Imperial Palace.
Xia Huangchao, dressed in a white robe, sat beneath a vermilion divine tree.
The tree was covered in red leaves.
Leaves piled upon leaves, like a red mountain. Falling leaves drifted through the air, like red butterflies.
Qing Yulou walked in from outside, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, the four deities are waiting outside. Shall I invite them in?"
"Let them wait," Xia Huangchao said.
"Yes."
Qing Yulou noticed a figure sitting opposite Xia Huangchao, but dared not look closely, nor could he make out the face.
The fact that this person could sit face-to-face with his master, while the four deities of the Hell Realm could only wait outside, already spoke volumes about this person's importance.
After Qing Yulou withdrew.
The golden-haired man sitting opposite Xia Huangchao picked up the clay cup, took a sip, and said, "Your disciple is quite good."
The golden-haired man had a pair of dragon horns on his head.
"If word of your praise gets out, he would become famous throughout both the Heavenly Court and Hell," Xia Huangchao said with a smile. "Actually, I haven't taught him much. I only tempered him in dreams for thirty thousand years."
Thirty thousand years in dreams did not mean thirty thousand years in reality.
Sometimes, a single night's startling dream could span an entire lifetime.
The golden-haired man shook his head. "Times have changed. After a hundred thousand years, there are probably very few cultivators in the Heavenly Court and Hell who still remember me."
Xia Huangchao stared at the golden-haired man for a long moment, then let out a long sigh, filled with nostalgia. "What a pity. We can never go back to those days. I truly miss that youthful, song-like time when we traveled through the realms together, seeking hidden treasures, stealing sacred medicines, catching golden kuns. Back then, our cultivation was so low, yet there was no place in the world we dared not go, nothing we dared not do. How many times we escaped death by a hair. But now, having cultivated to become gods, we've lost that freedom instead."
The golden-haired man was silent for a moment, then said, "And... A-Jiu."
Xia Huangchao had been trying to avoid that name. Hearing the golden-haired man mention it, he finally said, "Yes, A-Jiu. I will never see A-Jiu again. She was an Undying Bird, yet in the end, she could not achieve immortality. I watched with my own eyes as she was killed, her divine soul refined until it scattered like smoke."
The golden-haired man's gaze turned much colder. "You never told me this. You actually watched her be killed?"
"She knew I would definitely act, so before rushing out of the divine temple, she used a formation to trap me. At that time, I could only attack the formation frantically, trying to break out, but in the end, I could only watch, unable to do anything!"
"Everyone in the world thinks Xia Huangchao is peerless and unmatched, the pride of the Undying Blood Clan. In truth, he is nothing but a pitiful wretch. I cannot forget the look in her eyes as she walked out of the temple, the last look she gave me. Those eyes... those eyes were filled with too many emotions."
Xia Huangchao closed his eyes. By the end, his voice was desolate and trembling.
Who would have thought that the famous Ice Emperor, the most decisive and formidable figure in the world, would shed divine tears at this moment?
The past was unbearable to recall; every time he thought of it, his heart felt torn apart.
The golden-haired man said, "I have no right to blame you. If it weren't for you, I, gravely wounded back then, might never have escaped back to the Kunlun Realm. In truth, when A-Jiu went to find you, she already knew the journey would be fraught with danger. That's why she sent your only child to Fallen God Island, where the Island Master raised him."
"At that time, your ties to the Kunlun Realm were too deep. The Destiny Temple didn't trust you, and you yourself were unwilling to act, so you publicly claimed to be stationed at the Undying Divine Temple. I understand your difficulties, and she understood your predicament too. That's why, upon receiving your letter asking for help, she went to you without hesitation."
"I never wrote her a letter," Xia Huangchao said.
The golden-haired man nodded. "She also guessed that the letter might not have been written by you, so she knew the journey would be fraught with danger. But since it was a letter asking for help from you, she had to go no matter what."
"Where is that child? Is he still alive?" Xia Huangchao's eyes held both joy and fear.
A hundred thousand years had passed, and he felt fear again.
Gods also have emotions and desires. For a powerful deity, this was a massive fluctuation in his state of mind.
No enemy could make Xia Huangchao feel fear; what he feared was his own heart.
The golden-haired man said, "When the time is right, you will naturally meet."
Xia Huangchao stood up, standing amidst the continuously falling red leaves, his white robe as pure as snow. The melancholy and sensitivity in his demeanor faded away bit by bit, and the aura of a peerless powerhouse gradually returned. He said, "You came to Ice King Star for the top-grade Origin Divine Crystal, or for the Celestial Pivot Needle?"
"Finding the Origin Divine Temple is the hope for the Kunlun Realm's resurgence. If we can also seize a divine artifact, that would naturally be a good thing," the golden-haired man said.
Xia Huangchao said, "No, seizing the Celestial Pivot Needle is your true goal. Because you want to use it to find the exact location where the Island Master is imprisoned. Your ultimate goal is to rescue the Island Master."
"I can't hide that from you. So, what is your choice?" the golden-haired man said.
Xia Huangchao said, "I am a member of the Hell Realm, a member of the Undying Blood Clan, and the ancestor of billions of people in the Xia Dynasty."
"So, you will stop me? You should understand that you are no match for me," the golden-haired man said.
Xia Huangchao said, "A hundred thousand years ago, the Kunlun Realm activated the Sundial, and your cultivation indeed surpassed mine. But in these hundred thousand years, you have been sleeping and healing, while I have been constantly advancing. If we fight again today, it is unknown who will win and who will lose. Besides, have your injuries truly recovered?"
"Then let's fight!" the golden-haired man said.
Xia Huangchao said, "After you rescue the Island Master, then we will fight."
A look of disbelief appeared in the golden-haired man's eyes. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Xia Huangchao was. For the interests and ideals of the Undying Blood Clan and the Hell Realm, they had fought countless times.
Their bond of friendship was forged through those battles.
But now, he was actually willing to set aside his ideals and do something that would harm the interests of the Hell Realm. It was too unbelievable.
This showed that Xia Huangchao valued friendship more than interests and ideals.
"I will not stop you, nor will I help you." Xia Huangchao clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and no longer looked at the golden-haired man, effectively giving him a dismissal.
"I'm leaving!"
The golden-haired man rose and departed.
Suddenly, Xia Huangchao's voice sounded: "Jiwang."
The golden-haired man stopped.
The two extraordinarily handsome men stood back to back under the tree, the breeze blowing their robes.
After a long moment, Xia Huangchao said, "I promise you, every deity who acted back then will die. After a hundred thousand years, I will surely take their divine blood to pay respects to A-Jiu."
"I forgive you!"
Dragon Lord Jiwang's figure vanished without a trace.
...
All the Great Saints who had been fighting stopped.
Blood Lingsian's sword strike just now had shocked them.
The leader of the Grand Evolution Divine Sect, Pang Hu, laughed heartily: "The experts of the Wujian Pavilion have finally arrived!"
The reason the Ten Dark Powers dared to seize the Celestial Pivot Needle was that the Wujian Pavilion had invited two peerless experts to act. Pang Hu, Nine-Eyed Ghost Emperor, Corpse-Eating Ape, and these cultivators had already witnessed the power of Blood Lingsian and Begonia Granny, so they were full of confidence.
Fierce Terror High Priest's gaze turned ferocious. "How could the Wujian Pavilion have silently cultivated two such powerful cultivators? And they managed to evade the calculations of Fate?"
Gong Nanfeng said, "They are from the Kunlun Realm."
"What?" Fierce Terror High Priest said.
Gong Nanfeng spoke as if reciting from memory: "That sword is called the 'Wordless Sword Manual.' The person standing on the sword is named Blood Lingsian, a figure from the Kunlun Realm a hundred thousand years ago second only to Qiangu Nüdi, worthy of being called an Eon representative."
"You know very little about the Kunlun Realm, but I know that he was the first Divine Son of the Blood God Sect in the Kunlun Realm, the first disciple of the Blood God. His life can be described as brilliant and extraordinary. Although he has not yet become a god, he has already lived for over two hundred thousand years."
"How is that possible? A being of flesh and blood below the divine realm can live for two hundred thousand years?" Death High Priest had also been calculating Blood Lingsian just now, but had only grasped fragments, far less detailed than Gong Nanfeng.
Gong Nanfeng said, "Blood Lingsian cultivated to the Great Saint realm three times, and three times he was beaten back down to rebuild. He cultivated to the divine realm twice, and twice he was killed, only to come back to life and continue cultivating. In the end, the Undying Blood Silkworm transformed into a butterfly, elevating him from a first-rate genius to an Eon representative."
"Funny enough, the one who beat him down twice and killed him was his master, the Blood God. In the end, Blood Lingsian was nearly driven mad and wanted to defect, but the Blood God caught him and killed him again."
Fortune God Venerable narrowed his eyes. "Undying Blood Silkworm. It seems the Blood God's experiment succeeded!" (Chapter 2029 mentioned the Undying Blood Silkworm.)
"Whether it succeeded or not is still uncertain. It depends on whether Blood Lingsian, this experimental subject, is strong enough. The Undying Blood Silkworm was used to cultivate Eon-level geniuses. In my opinion, Blood Lingsian still falls short compared to Blood Jue War God and Desolate Heaven Great God from the same period," Gong Nanfeng said.
Among those present, only Gong Nanfeng, who seemed as weak as an ordinary person, could still speak these words so calmly.
The Four High Priests were already pale-faced, clearly under immense psychological pressure.
Figures of the caliber of Blood Jue War God and Desolate Heaven Great God could not be cultivated with just one technique or one treasure. All conditions had to reach their peak for such a person to emerge.
Que said, "It's already terrifying enough. With just one sword strike, he suppressed the Ghost Face Mask. Moreover, my Shadow Dan Sword is trembling right now. He will be the opponent I must defeat in this life."
Bore asked, "And that begonia tree? What kind of being is that?"
"It's hard to tell. It somewhat resembles the artifact spirit of the 'Wordless Sword Manual,' but also somewhat different. However, a begonia tree older than Blood Lingsian—how did it survive the Eon Calamity that occurs every one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years?" Gong Nanfeng asked.
No one could answer him.
After all, in the Destiny Temple, he knew more and could calculate more than even the gods.
If he didn't know, who could?
Blood Lingsian's long hair fluttered in the wind, his voice resounding through heaven and earth: "A hundred thousand years ago, the Kunlun Realm suffered a devastating defeat. Countless beings fell, turning into bones and yellow earth. Countless cultivators became slaves and prisoners. Today, I have come for revenge."
Fierce Terror High Priest recovered from his shock. Having held a high position for a long time, he had seen many gods. He said, "So you are remnants from the Kunlun Realm a hundred thousand years ago, still not learning your lesson. Since you didn't die, why didn't you hide and live out your life in obscurity? The Destiny Temple is number one under heaven, supreme and unparalleled. How can you, alone, shake it?"
"If Fierce Terror God Venerable said that, I would believe it. You saying it—I don't believe it," Blood Lingsian said.
Fierce Terror High Priest's rage turned into tangible flames, igniting thousands of miles of land. In the vast sea of fire, a red crystal ancient seal condensed and struck toward Blood Lingsian.
As the High Priest of the Fierce Terror Divine Palace, his cultivation was naturally profound, a figure that made the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court Myriad Realms tremble in fear.
With one move, he unleashed a Supreme-level high-rank sacred art.
Fierce God Falling Dust Seal!
The entire world was filled with the sacred dao rules surging from Fierce Terror High Priest's body. Where the red crystal ancient seal passed, space was continuously torn apart, leaving thousands of cracks.
Blood Lingsian threw a punch, silver light seeming to illuminate the entire universe.
The deafening sound caused countless cultivators present to lose their hearing. Fortunately, the spiritual power saints standing on the back of the Xuanwu divine corpse were protected by formations; otherwise, even if they were ten thousand miles away, they would surely have been severely injured.
The red crystal ancient seal shattered, unable to withstand Blood Lingsian's fist force.
"A single fist can break my Supreme-level high-rank sacred art?" Fierce Terror High Priest gritted his teeth.
Blood Lingsian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of silver lightning, which turned into countless rivers of thunder and lightning, surging toward Fierce Terror High Priest.
"Ultimate Fierce Blade."
From Fierce Terror High Priest's brow, the town-palace artifact of the Fierce Terror Divine Palace flew out, emitting a blood-red divine light.
This was a fierce weapon that had absorbed countless sacred blood and divine blood, an ultimate fierce artifact with power no less than the Judgment Axe and the Heavenly Mandate Halberd.
Even with the Ultimate Fierce Blade, Fierce Terror High Priest could not block Blood Lingsian's mouthful of silver lightning. His body continuously retreated, and the black high priest robe on him actually caught fire, beginning to turn to ash.
"High Priest."
"Let us assist the High Priest!"
Two Supreme Realm Great Saints clad in sacred armor flew up from the ground. One's body burned like a sun, the other stood within a deathly silent black hole.
They were the Dharma Protector Dharma Kings of the Fierce Terror Divine Palace, both ancient relics over ten thousand years old.
The two Dharma Kings appeared to the left and right behind Fierce Terror High Priest, each striking out a palm. Tens of trillions of sacred dao rules surged from their bodies, jointly activating the Ultimate Fierce Blade.
"Rumble."
After holding on for only three breaths, the Ultimate Fierce Blade flew backward, crashing into the ground, sinking the earth for a thousand miles.
After holding on for two breaths, the two Dharma Kings' Supreme Dharma Bodies burned to ashes, their divine forms annihilated.
Fierce Terror High Priest was protected by a supreme treasure, saving his life, but his body was like charcoal, falling into a crimson magma lake, motionless, his aura weakened to the extreme.
"Boom."
Blood Lingsian stepped down, crushing him to death.
Wu Yue Ming King wanted to intervene and rescue him, but Blood Lingsian used the over twenty-thousand-meter-long stone sword to slap him back with a single strike.
One High Priest and two Supreme Realm Great Saints had died in an instant.
Heaven and earth fell silent. No one was not shaken.
The cultivators of the Ten Dark Powers were all boiling with blood. The lofty High Priest of the Destiny Temple had been killed just like that? It was too dreamlike, hard to believe.