# Chapter 1067: Great Sage Kunzhou
Silver Moon Heavenly King, with his divine bones and sacred flesh... renowned throughout the Primeval Era... was a heaven-defying ancient sage, revered by the Blade Clan, astonishing the world.
His Dao cultivation was profound; perhaps with a single moment of enlightenment, he could step onto the path of a Great Sage. Yet now, his bones were broken inch by inch, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, nearly crushed into a meat patty.
His silver-white hair stained with blood, he had almost been struck to death by a single palm. Struggling to stand, sacred light coiled around his body, his joints cracking loudly, difficult to rejoin. His face was pale as snow, daring to be angry but not to speak.
Because the one standing before him was none other than the famed Battle-Saint Sacred King, whose might shook the Primeval Era, whose aura swallowed mountains and rivers, and who, in a fit of rage, could uproot dozens or even hundreds of clans without issue!
At this moment, challenging him would be nothing short of courting death; with a single movement, he could take one's life.
Silver Moon Heavenly King knew well that no matter how astonishing or renowned he was, it was useless. He was not on the same level. Except for a few Primeval Era giants, before this figure, even a dragon must coil, even a tiger must lie low. One had no choice but to submit!
"Battle-Saint Sacred King, unchanged as ever, his demeanor the same. He is still so domineering!"
"How many years has it been? Like a dream. Battle-Saint Sacred King, a towering peak that rivals the heavens. He is still like this. Remember his world-shaking bearing as he fought across the eight wastelands!"
All clans were shocked, all shaken.
Whether it was the various royal clans or several ancient imperial clans, all clan leaders were extremely shaken. This was the first time they had seen the Battle-Saint Sacred King since the Primeval Era had passed.
"Time urges people to age. The once generation's Sacred King, with divine bones clanging, youthful and vigorous, looking down upon the world, his battle blood sweeping the six directions. Now, even he has a trace of vicissitude, with heavy marks of time etched at the corners of his eyes and brows."
"Time flows like water, fleeting away. Though he has become the Victorious Buddha, his backbone remains unchanged!"
Many were excited. In that era... the Battle-Saint Sacred King was absolutely a legend, an invincible warrior in the hearts of many young ancient clans, who looked up to his unattainable figure from behind.
So many years had passed. The children of yesteryear had grown up, especially many powerful figures who had broken out of divine source seals early... were now old and decrepit.
Now, seeing the Battle-Saint Sacred King again, people felt endless emotions. This invincible monumental figure, even with his heaven-reaching Dao and continuous life extension, showed a hint of old age.
"Greetings, Sacred King!"
The ancestral king clad in emerald-gold battle armor was extremely excited, striding over and performing a great bow. His body trembled slightly with excitement.
"Back then, when you roamed the world, I... was still a child."
Even though he had become a sage, revered by all clans, seeing the "great hero" in his heart still made it hard to suppress his excitement.
"Greetings, Sacred King!"
From the distant mountains, seven or eight figures suddenly flew out, all ancestral kings of various clans, each wearing expressions of reverence... extremely excited.
Like the ancestral king in emerald-gold battle armor, they had worshipped this Battle-Saint Sacred King since childhood. They were astonishing enough to become masters of their own Dao lineages, yet that sentiment and complex remained unchanged.
Back then, the Battle-Saint Sacred King feared neither heaven nor earth... his personality was known to all. He had single-handedly swept the six directions, fought furiously across the eight wastelands, making the entire world tremble.
"All of you, rise," said the old monkey.
His entire body shimmered with golden fur, brilliant and radiant, imposing without anger, like a reincarnated battle god. Just standing here made all parties tremble in fear.
In the distance, the Eight Divine Generals were all pale-faced, none daring to speak. Even the few sage-level ancient kings barely dared to breathe. This was an unparalleled might.
How domineering had Silver Moon Heavenly King been? How arrogant had he been just moments ago? Yet now, he could only support his injured body on the side, not daring to utter a single word!
"Sacred King..." Some ancient clan members actually had tears rolling down. Parting from the Primeval Era a million years ago, escaping from divine source seals to this great era, this was the first time the Battle-Saint Sacred King had appeared before their eyes.
"Uncle..." The Holy Prince also choked up. He hadn't seen this uncle for several years. He knew well that his closest relative's lifespan was not abundant. Before him lay only one path: breakthrough. Otherwise, his passing was not far off!
Because the Battle Victory Buddha had awakened earlier than other ancient clans, breaking out of divine source seals two thousand years ago. His age by now was truly astonishing.
Ye Fan also held respect for this Victorious Buddha. Together with the Holy Prince and Ji Zi, he paid his respects. Only Black Emperor did not move, merely nodding.
The Battle-Saint Sacred King was a living myth. In his time, many said that if he hadn't been born in the same era as his elder brother, he might have also attained the Dao.
Being contemporary with an emperor had severe effects. Heaven and earth resonated, the Dao suppressed. Even though he later sealed himself in divine source and avoided this era, some Dao traces remained on him. After all, they had spent too long together, making his path to enlightenment exceptionally difficult.
The Battle Saint Emperor ruled the Primeval Era, revered by heaven and earth, worshipped by all clans. And his younger brother was equally astonishing, fighting across the world and sweeping the six directions on his own, naturally earning admiration and becoming a hero in the hearts of many ancient clans.
"All of you, rise." The old monkey's fiery golden eyes, his voice ringing like a golden bell, resounding and powerful. Gazing into the void, he said, "So many years have passed. Some matters should be settled."
Divine Silkworm Princess looked serene, tears in her eyes, gazing at this somewhat aged figure. She no longer had any of her former dominance, showing a rare gentleness and softness.
The palm-sized white tiger formed from a divine silkworm on her shoulder whooshed onto the Battle-Saint Sacred King's body, not afraid at all. It tugged at his hair strands to assert its presence.
The old monkey slowly turned around, looking at Divine Silkworm Princess, and said, "Today, no matter who comes, I will seek justice!"
This was an oath, also a declaration. The Battle-Saint Sacred King was about to act, settling all grudges from the Primeval Era. Some followers' blood boiled, their bodies trembling with extreme excitement.
Divine Silkworm Princess, tears in her eyes, said nothing, only nodding. She knew the Battle-Saint Sacred King had been holding a breath in his heart all along, wanting to fight for her.
In the distance, all clans trembled. People knew a great storm was about to break. No one would forget the great turmoil that occurred after the Saint Emperor's passing.
Divine Silkworm Princess had been nailed to death. The Battle-Saint Sacred King roared in grief, fought furiously across the Eastern Wasteland, but ultimately could not turn the tide. After Divine Silkworm Princess fell, he wept three times and traveled far to the Western Desert.
"In this life, as long as I live, no one can harm a single hair on your head." After the old monkey finished speaking, he turned around. His eyes shot out two blinding beams of light, his aura surging to the heavens.
Many ancient clans were stirred, all gazing at a not-so-imposing figure, wanting to roar out.
The Battle Saint Emperor had passed away, but his influence remained immense. Many ancient clans were willing to follow. The Holy Prince might not yet have that kind of might, but the moment the old monkey stood forth, the wind and clouds immediately stirred across the Eastern Wasteland!
This influence was unparalleled, born from his illustrious battle achievements from years past, completely earned by sweeping the world with an iron staff.
"The Battle-Saint Ape lineage is sparse, yet it has always stood firm. Any clan member who emerges can turn their hand to summon clouds and rain. A clan of a few ruling the Primeval Era is no accident."
In the distance, an aged voice came, causing the heavens to rumble, the four seas to boil, the universe to roar, and the myriad mountains to resonate together.
"Kunzhou, come out!" Divine Silkworm Princess shouted, her eyes shooting out two blazing beams of light, gazing at the horizon, her brows furrowed in anger.
"The Divine Silkworm clan undergoes nine transformations. Legend says they have nine hidden lives. It seems true. That spear back then should have taken your life, yet unexpectedly, after the Primeval Era passed, you appear again on this land."
An old man appeared, wearing an imperial crown, his gray hair disheveled, even his eyes gray. His gaze was piercing, making all ancestral kings tremble, wanting to kneel.
He wore a moon-white battle robe embedded with divine gold fragments, protecting his vital points. His brow was protected by Sendai black gold, a true imperial divine material, forming a black sun blocking there.
His body was tall and slender, his eyes vicissitudinous. Though he had endless terrifying blood energy, it could not hide his aged state. His lifespan was certainly not abundant. He had walked far on a lonely path to enlightenment, so far that later generations could not even glimpse it!
"Kunzhou." The Victorious Buddha with crystalline golden fur narrowed his eyes. As his golden eyes opened and closed, brilliant light shone.
The wilderness fell silent. People could hardly breathe. Two Great Sages from the Primeval Era were reuniting like this. What followed would surely be earth-shattering!
Ye Fan's emotions surged. Two beings standing at the very peak of this era confronting each other allowed him to glimpse traces of the immortal path. The golden blood in his body surged violently, unable to calm.
"Battle-Saint Sacred King, parted since the Primeval Era, your bearing remains the same. Meeting again in this life is truly moving," Kunzhou said, standing there, his gray hair drifting, his gray eyes as deep as two star domains, containing scenes of heaven and earth opening and all things being born.
"Master!" Silver Moon Heavenly King bowed respectfully.
Kunzhou waved his hand, and a beam of immortal light flew out, entering his body. The bones that were hard to rejoin and the torn flesh quickly healed, his blood energy instantly restored, recovering as before.
"Greetings, Great Sage Kunzhou!" Behind him, the Eight Divine Generals bowed together. Even the few ancestral kings prostrated themselves, very earnest. Their confidence was immediately bolstered.
"Rise." Kunzhou's voice was youthful, but it brooked no resistance. It felt like a mountain pressing on one's heart, making it hard even to lift one's head to see his true form.
This was not deliberate. A peerless powerhouse naturally standing there had this aura of dominating heaven and earth, making all living beings want to worship.
"Congratulations. You have taken that crucial half-step on this path. The talent of the Battle-Saint Ape lineage is truly heaven-defying," Great Sage Kunzhou sighed.
"You're not bad either," the old monkey nodded.
"That battle back then, I have never forgotten. Though you were gravely wounded and near death, fleeing to the Western Desert, you fought to the death and killed my uncle. Not long after the great turmoil ended, he passed away."
Kunzhou said, his gray hair scattering in the wind.
"I thought you would come together with him. It's a pity he died. What a regret," the Battle Victory Buddha said.
Everyone felt their hair stand on end. Kunzhou's lineage in the Primeval Era was absolutely terrifying. A clan with two Great Sages made the entire ancient star tremble. Apart from the Saint Emperor's lineage, none could compare.
Legend had it that Kunzhou's younger uncle was the most terrifying, once the Battle Saint Emperor's most powerful opponent in his life, astonishing through the ages, surpassing all ancient sages before him!
"His younger uncle... lived a second life!"
"In many people's eyes, he surpassed the ancient emperors who hadn't attained the Dao in the same era. But ultimately, the Saint Emperor defied heaven and prevailed, barely attaining the Dao."
"After that battle, Great Sage Kunzhou's uncle's cultivation seemed to..."
People would not forget. He was a figure from the same era as the Battle Saint Emperor, divinely brave and unmatched, competing with the Saint Emperor for many years on the path to enlightenment!
"My father only lived one life because of that person," the Holy Prince said with some sadness.
Ye Fan was shocked. He had heard of these matters before. The Battle Saint Emperor had problems with his cultivation, nearly dying before attaining the Dao. There was indeed a hidden story behind it. (To be continued)