# Chapter 1068: The Battle-Saint Ape Lineage
The Great Sage of the universe had a clan uncle named Di Que, a man of stunning brilliance who looked down upon past and present. When compared to several ancient emperors of the same age in history, he was even considered superior, shaking the entire Primeval Era.
Di Que possessed heaven-defying talent, becoming famous in his youth. He once challenged twelve clan experts in a single night, his bloody battle shocking the world and causing all under heaven to tremble.
Unfortunately, that era also produced a Battle-Saint Ape, equally blessed with immortal bone and divine physique, renowned throughout the world for his combat prowess. They became the two most dazzling sacred stars.
For such heavenly prodigies, even one was enough. Two coexisting in the same age was naturally a tragedy, leading to multiple peak confrontations recorded in the history of Primeval divine wars.
During the Primeval years, winds and clouds converged, and ten thousand clans emerged together. In such a grand era, competition was most brutal. To attain the Dao and become an emperor was truly harder than ascending to heaven—one had to defeat the heavenly prodigies of ten thousand clans with their own strength.
The two swept through the Primeval Era, and ultimately, they could not avoid a life-and-death struggle. From Severing the Dao, to becoming Sages, to Sage Kings, and then to Great Sages, no one knew how many times they fought throughout their lives. Each battle was enough to shake heaven and earth and move gods and ghosts.
It could be said that in the eyes of the Primeval clans, they were lifelong rivals!
The most legendary battle was when they became Sage Kings. Both were severely wounded, both on the verge of death. Di Que struggled across the line between life and death, and after that battle, his life force suddenly surged—he lived out a second life, doubling his lifespan.
This was undoubtedly sensational, shocking the Primeval Era. All ten thousand clans were in an uproar, almost unanimously believing that Di Que would surely triumph and become another emperor of the Primeval Era.
To live out a second life without having attained the Dao—such people were extremely rare, but there were examples. Di Que and the White-Robed Divine King Jiang Taixu were among them.
In those days, all clans believed that Di Que would surely laugh victoriously to the end, because the Battle-Saint Ape had suffered severe injuries... consuming a great deal of his life essence.
However... in their ultimate battle at the Great Sage realm, everyone's predictions were wrong. The monkey's father possessed peerless grace that illuminated the Primeval Era. Though he faced near-death experiences nine times, he ultimately triumphed, indisputably overpowering Di Que and becoming invincible under heaven.
Later, Di Que lived out his days in gloom, his cultivation never advancing another step, stuck at the Great Sage barrier. As time flowed on, he never moved forward even a single step.
A heaven-defying figure who could shake the ages saw his halo dim rapidly... never again able to shine with brilliance, ending in obscurity.
Meanwhile, the monkey's father, despite setbacks, fought his way upward along the path of attainment, advancing bravely and fiercely, defeating all opponents across the nine heavens and ten lands without equal. His stunning grace illuminated the entire Primeval Era.
Yet the monkey's father did not escape without cost. His life-and-death confrontations with Di Que accumulated injuries over time, which eventually became a kind of hidden Dao wound.
At first, he paid it no mind. But when he assaulted the extreme imperial realm for final attainment, a great disaster struck. The hidden Dao wound flared up... nearly killing him.
The consequences were severe. His first attempt at attainment failed, and he was almost sentenced to death. No one believed he could succeed anymore—because attempting attainment again would be many times harder.
However, the monkey's father was no ordinary person. When his enlightenment and attainment encountered disaster and he was on the verge of death, he used the Immortality Pill—the Flat Peach—to survive the deadly crisis. After emerging, vigorous and powerful, he assaulted the extreme imperial realm again—and succeeded in one go.
It could be said that jaws dropped everywhere at the time. Though it was many times harder than his first attainment attempt, he broke through without a scratch, his combat power reaching heaven-defying levels!
Di Que had lived out a second life, with talent rarely seen since ancient times, immortal roots shining throughout the world—yet he still lost.
The Battle-Saint Emperor, facing death nine times and enduring countless hardships, ultimately triumphed. Undefeated in life, with combat power deemed supreme, he was honored as the Saint Emperor—a tremendous glory, allowing him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient Heavenly Emperors!
"My father may have been the shortest-lived among the ancient emperors, but his Dao cultivation and achievement stood at the forefront," the monkey said softly.
The Battle-Saint Emperor lived only a little over ten thousand years. Compared to other ancient emperors, this could be called "dying young." First, because he had consumed the Immortality Pill—the Flat Peach—too early. Second, because he was too powerful, seeking to transform into a War Immortal in the mortal world. His enlightenment and cultivation were too fierce, consuming too much life essence.
The Battle-Saint Emperor acted against heaven's will but ultimately fell short, failing to transform into a War Immortal. His passing had enormous impact, causing the entire heaven and earth to change prematurely. The vitality of the Northern Domain vanished, leaving boundless red earth where not a blade of grass grew.
Of course, even without the Battle-Saint Emperor's transformation into a War Immortal, the Dao rules would inevitably have changed—it was merely accelerated by many years.
"The great river flows east, waves wash away heroes. Ancient emperors contended, all turned to dust," Kun Zhou sighed.
"Di Que is dead? I still find it hard to believe," the Battle Victory Buddha frowned.
This was a figure who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Battle-Saint Emperor! His lifelong rival, whose brilliance illuminated the Primeval Era, who looked down upon all others, who defied fate to live two lives and created miracles—he was only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Supreme Being.
It could be said that if not for coexisting in the same age with the monkey's father, he would surely have attained the Dao. His combat power surpassed those with imperial bearing at the same age in ancient times.
"Even the Battle-Saint Emperor has passed away, let alone my clan uncle. Even if he has departed, it is only natural," Kun Zhou said.
"He lived out a second life, with a lifespan even longer than yours..." the Battle-Saint Ape King said.
Everyone showed doubt. Di Que's talent was too high, his grace peerless. He defied fate to live two lives, with abundant life essence that could sustain him through very long years.
"He was indeed buried in dust long ago," Kun Zhou said regretfully.
"In those days, was it you who made him act? Otherwise, he had long been detached from worldly affairs—how could he have brought chaos to the world?" The Battle-Saint Ape King's golden eyes were sharp as blades.
"That's right, I made him act..." Kun Zhou did not deny it.
Everyone was startled, then understood. Looking back on that period, some mists were blown away.
The Battle-Saint Emperor rose with unstoppable force. Di Que, the heaven-overtopping prodigy who could match him, ended in obscurity. A lifelong rival, they never crossed paths again.
After attaining the Dao as Saint Emperor, the monkey's father had too great a spirit to bother with past grievances. Even though he was invincible under heaven, he did not suppress that clan.
"Your imperial brother had the spirit to swallow mountains and rivers—naturally, he would not seek trouble with my clan uncle. And my clan uncle himself had no desire for revenge," Kun Zhou said calmly, explaining the reason Di Que acted. "I only told him that if he did not break conventional principles, did not step out of his unchanging world, even with the best talent in history, he could not attain the Dao."
"So he acted because of that?" the Battle Victory Buddha asked calmly.
"Correct. Breaking the shackles of one's own life means doing what one normally would not or could not do. His talent was not a hair inferior to the Saint Emperor's—he understood this principle better than I!" Kun Zhou said.
"I knew it. Given his nature, how could he do such a thing against his will? You really put some thought into goading him," the old monkey said.
His evaluation of Di Que was extremely high—after all, this was a figure who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Battle-Saint Emperor, having only regrettably lost to his elder brother.
These were all Primeval secrets. If not spoken, the world would never know. Even figures at the extreme imperial realm had various helplessness. Learning of this, people could only sigh softly.
Even though Di Que acted and lost to the Battle-Saint Emperor, with his cultivation never advancing another step, he was still a terrifying Great Sage. In those days, even the Saint Emperor's own younger brother, after that battle, was severely wounded to the point of death, crying out to heaven and earth before fleeing far to the Western Desert.
"My clan uncle fought you to a draw. After returning, he became even more despondent and soon died."
Everyone was horrified. The Battle-Saint Ape King's battle back then had actually fought Di Que to death—this was absolutely a terrifying event that shook the Primeval Era, fully worthy of being recorded in divine war history as a very heavy stroke.
"Two brothers, both able to contend with Di Que—this is truly... heaven-defying!" All ancient clans were shocked.
Who was Di Que? One who should have attained the Dao and become an emperor, and very likely an extraordinary ancient emperor—all because he was born in the wrong era!
"Unbelievable—the Battle-Saint Emperor's younger brother was not weaker than his elder... If not for being in the same age, they might have been two emperors from one clan!"
Whether human or ancient clan, learning these secrets stirred their hearts, unable to control themselves, blood boiling, unable to calm down.
The Battle-Saint Ape lineage had only a few members, yet they became a major imperial clan of the Primeval Era. This was no accident—there was great reason behind it.
Members of their lineage could generally become Sage Kings, with incomparable combat power. When the Battle-Saint Emperor was five or six thousand years old, his aged father was still alive, which is how he came to have a younger brother.
The "Supreme Saint Emperor" of those days was a legendary figure, leaving behind many tales.
Under these circumstances, Ye Fan's gossip fire burned fiercely. He couldn't help asking the monkey, but the latter hemmed and hawed, unwilling to say much.
"Di Que is gone. Do you dare fight me alone?" the Battle-Saint Ape King said, his entire spirit rapidly rising, his golden fur dazzling.
Experts from all clans retreated. Many directly activated teleportation platforms, not daring to stay in this place. When Great Sages fought, even the Central Domain might be sunk and completely obliterated.
Kun Zhou's gray hair scattered, his lead-gray eyes blazing, he spoke calmly: "My clan uncle regrettably lost to your elder brother. Today, I will thoroughly reclaim that loss. I will suppress you and wash away all shame. My clan is born meant to surpass your Battle-Saint clan!"
The Battle-Saint Ape King radiated light, his aura instantly surging: "My Battle-Saint clan fears no challenge!"
"Monkey, today your fate is sealed!" Kun Zhou said coldly.
"In the final years of the Primeval Era, you joined others in slaughtering in all directions, vainly attempting to establish order and rules, disrupting heaven and earth. Today, we settle everything!" The Battle-Saint Ape King pointed to the sky: "Battle beyond the domain!"
"Fine, I'll send you on your way!" Kun Zhou vanished in a flash, his vast aura instantly restrained.
The Battle-Saint Ape King also emitted a blazing light, disappearing from Zhenxian City, heading to the sage battlefield beyond the heavens.
After many years, the ancient battlefield beyond the domain finally had new entrants. Fresh sage blood would be spilled.
"What do we do? We can't go watch—we can't even get close. Touching it means certain death!" Many people regretted.
"Hurry, activate the array platform and Dharma eyes to watch this battle!" some ancient clan experts said.
Experts with high attainments in Dao patterns could set up supreme Dharma eyes, transmitting the battle situation from beyond the domain back, clearly manifesting the combat.
Several ancestral kings quickly arranged things, and in an instant, a huge array platform appeared, about to reflect the battlefield beyond the heavens.
Beyond the domain, all was silent. Broken weapons, huge bone fragments floated in outer space, emitting ancient, weathered aura.
This place was unchanging since time immemorial—cold, desolate, with nothing but traces of sage battles.
At this moment, a very small metal warship emitted a trembling sound, transforming into an eternal immortal light charging into the depths of the universe.
"This battle has nothing to do with me. I came only for the path to immortality." A divine thought wave faded into the distance.
If Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi were here, they would surely recognize it as the mysterious miniature metal warship they had seen before.
And the brand on Ye Fan's body back then was also the work of the mysterious person within this ship, which was cut away when the ancient Buddha of the Western Desert transformed into the Dao and foresaw it.
Kun Zhou and the Battle-Saint Ape King arrived at this battlefield, facing each other coldly. This would be a peerless great battle. Both glanced toward the depths of the universe but said nothing more.
"Monkey, today there is also another Dao friend coming. He also wishes to seek instruction from you," Kun Zhou said, immortal mist swirling around him, immortal light shaking the universe, with the aura of an extreme imperial weapon appearing.
"Shameless!" Outside Zhenxian City in the Central Domain, the Holy Prince immediately clenched his fists, extremely worried.