Chapter 1070: Imperial Path Strife
The battlefield in the outer realm was withered and desolate. Decayed metal warships, terrifying remains of saints, and the gleaming white skeletons of the God Clan were scattered everywhere.
Broken saint weapons, immortal mysterious corpses... many were precious materials, but time had worn everything away.
The Battle Victory Buddha remained silent, facing two great enemies alone—an unimaginable pressure. A Great Sage's divine powers could pluck stars and seize the sun, shaking heaven and earth. A single one could destroy the mortal world.
"Swish!"
Kun Zhou's body merged with the Extreme Imperial Weapon, transforming into a streak of immortal light as he actively attacked the old sacred ape. Now that reinforcements had arrived, he had even fewer scruples, striking with overbearing ferocity.
The Battle Victory Buddha wielded the black divine iron in defense, radiant light spreading everywhere, Dao marks infinite, cutting through the dark and frozen heavens with rumbling thunder.
This was a supreme duel between Great Sages, fought with the aid of Extreme Ancient Imperial Weapons, elevating this battle to its ultimate limit—as if the ancient Saint Emperor himself had been resurrected.
Ghosts wailed and spirits howled; yin winds raged. Though in outer space, hurricanes arose in the vacuum, transforming into great waves. Various divine and demonic phenomena appeared simultaneously—headless saints, decapitated God Clan members, sacred spirits born with immortal wings...
This was a terrifying scene, all manifested by the ancient imperial weapons—the supreme experts they had slain in ages past!
The black iron staff emitted ten thousand strands of auspicious light, clashing repeatedly with Kun Zhou. The two collided violently, stirring wind and clouds in fierce battle. Extreme Dao clashed as Great Sages fought for life and death.
But this was destined not to be a fair contest. How could the other Great Sage stand idly by? He rushed to assist in the first moment, like a swarm of comets arriving together, turning the dark celestial domain into brilliance.
"Clang!"
This was the collision of Dao marks from Extreme Imperial Weapons. It exploded on the spot, shattering the outer realm battlefield into four or five pieces. Three figures flew back in different directions, and that place became a black hole.
In the Central Province, outside True Virtue City, people couldn't help but tremble. They clearly felt the aura of an ancient emperor. This level of battle could only be looked up to.
"So it's you..."
On the outer realm battlefield, the Battle Saint King steadied his form and looked toward the other end. The identity of the third Great Sage was exposed by the weapon in his hand.
This was a figure completely shrouded in golden light. In his hand, he held a golden mace. The might of an Extreme Dao surged, pressing down until the heavens collapsed and the Great Dao rumbled. Hundreds of millions of strands of immortal radiance rose up, extremely mysterious.
"It's... the Extreme Ancient Imperial Weapon of the Golden Clan! An entire imperial clan has been drawn in!"
"That's right! It's the Golden Mace, famous in the Primordial Era, said to be able to slay gods and strike immortals—an ancient imperial weapon rarely seen in the world!"
Outside True Virtue City in the Central Province, all the ancient clans trembled. None had expected this low-key yet incomparably powerful ancient imperial clan to make a move.
This was truly a great chaos. Were the ancient imperial clans about to go to war?
The Golden Clan—an extremely mysterious ancient race, renowned in the Primordial Era, illustrious beyond compare. To be hailed as the Golden Family among ten thousand clans, their bloodline and strength were naturally world-shaking. This was a recognition of their status.
No one had expected an ancient imperial clan of such importance to make a move, aiding Kun Zhou in eliminating the Battle Saint King. This was a very bad omen.
Although the Battle Saint Ape lineage had few members—only two or three—they were a genuine ancient imperial clan. This was tantamount to war between imperial clans!
In the Primordial Era, such things rarely happened, as they were extremely avoided. The consequences were too great, the outcomes unpredictable. It would drag in the hundreds of clans they ruled. Once war ignited, all ten thousand races might fall into chaos.
The people of Divine Silkworm Ridge, Blood Phoenix Mountain, and Fire Qilin Cave all furrowed their brows. This matter was expanding further, exceeding expectations, and might trigger a cataclysmic war among the ancient clans.
"The Golden Family of the Northern Plains is..." Ye Fan had questions. He had once killed Jin Chixiao, who was said to be a descendant of an ancient clan.
"They are a royal bloodline of the Golden Clan. Intermarriage with humans caused their bloodline to thin continuously," Black Emperor said.
The Holy Prince glared at the sky. Through the heaven-piercing Dharma Eye on the array platform, everything in the outer realm could be seen.
"Hateful! The Golden Clan has actually made a move!" the Divine Silkworm Princess exclaimed in shock and anger, worry in her heart. She felt powerless to reverse the heavens. With the powerful Golden Clan acting, the consequences were terrifying.
"Haha... hahaha..." One of Kun Zhou the Great Sage's followers laughed without restraint. With the Golden Clan's sole remaining Great Sage making a move, the outcome was almost certain.
Who didn't know the terror of the Golden Mace? It could slay gods and strike immortals. In the hands of a Great Sage, it could blow up ancient stars one by one!
"You think that with the Battle Saint King's emergence, you can sweep everything away? There are several Great Sages in this world, not just him alone," an ancient king on the opposite side said with a cold smile.
The Eight Divine Generals all breathed a sigh of relief. Now the general situation was almost settled. Two Great Sages, each wielding an Extreme Ancient Imperial Weapon, could kill even gods who came from the starry sea.
Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and all those who followed the Battle Saint Ape lineage were filled with worry. How could this be fought? The Battle Saint King was a being of flesh and blood, after all, and had not yet attained the Dao. Without a miracle in this battle, his life was in danger.
"I'll go help him!" The Divine Silkworm Princess was about to charge into the sky.
"Princess, you cannot." An old Daoist from Divine Silkworm Ridge hastily stopped her.
The Divine Silkworm Princess also knew that without being a Great Sage, going up would not change the outcome. Mist filled her eyes, but she simply couldn't bear to watch the Battle Saint King stain the sky with blood. She wanted to accompany him in life and death.
"Someone said they would wipe out my Eight Divine Generals and erase us forever. I say... that's wishful thinking. They will be the ones to fall!" a saint-rank ancient king among the Eight Divine Generals said.
"Bang!"
The Divine Silkworm Princess struck out, peerlessly elegant. Her bare hands shot forth radiant light, sweeping across the dense ranks of ancient clan experts before her.
"Boom!"
Silver Moon Heavenly King resisted, blocking her offensive and averting the calamity for the Eight Divine Generals. He crossed the sky to bar her path.
A great battle raged in the heavens, and on the ground, life and death would also be decided. The two sides were locked in confrontation, war on the verge of breaking out. Even Ye Fan and the Holy Prince prepared for battle. The situation was now extremely dire.
Suddenly, a heart-stopping aura surged from beyond the heavens. The battle at the Great Sage level unfolded, a life-and-death struggle, pulsing down from the endless distant sky.
Great Sages clashed in a peak confrontation. Three figures transformed into three eternal immortal lights, galloping across the battlefield, fighting to the point of nearly dissolving into the Dao!
The ancient king of the Golden Clan was terrifying—one of the few remaining Great Sages among ten thousand clans, known as the Golden King. His figure was gaunt, but his courage stirred all races, and he was immensely powerful.
He displayed various wondrous techniques through the ancient imperial weapon, their power multiplied countless times. The ten directions of the heavens rumbled, the Great Dao harmonized, heaven and earth resonated—as if a new great world was being opened.
His long golden hair scattered, and even his pupils were golden. With a single roar, a small planet exploded, turning into a brilliant blaze of light!
Everyone on the ground drew in cold air. Even the saint-rank ancient kings who followed the Battle Victory Buddha turned pale. How could such a figure be opposed? One person could sweep the world!
The Golden King's gaunt body was filled with heaven-destroying power. Every time the golden mace in his hand swept out, the outer realm battlefield would collapse, turning into a black hole.
The mace, if not looked at closely, seemed like an ancient sword. But it was long and bladeless, with four edges, more like a short staff with a handle—a heavy weapon.
This golden mace could even strike immortals, shaking the Primordial Era. Every time it appeared, great events followed, accompanied by the fall of supreme figures. Now it had appeared once more.
The old monkey's arms shook with billions of jin of force, enough to destroy sun and moon. The black divine iron in his hand clashed head-on with the golden mace. Though they didn't truly strike—only through Dao marks—it still produced earth-shaking sounds.
Divine techniques fell like rain. The Battle Saint King fought alone against Kun Zhou and the Golden King, roaring through heaven and earth. Even the stars trembled as the battle reached its white-hot stage.
Ye Fan and the others' hearts sank. At this point, even if there were gaps between Great Sages, they weren't obvious, because they wielded Extreme Ancient Imperial Weapons.
Kun Zhou was like Di Que reborn, and the Golden King was unstoppably brave. Driving two ancient imperial weapons to suppress the Battle Saint King, if prolonged, they would surely succeed.
"Monkey, can't you borrow the battle robe of the Divine Silkworm Clan? Why not bring it out for defense?" Kun Zhou said coldly.
On the ground, people were helpless. They deeply understood the Battle Victory Buddha's concerns. Activating two emperor-level weapons simultaneously, even for a Great Sage, would drain him dry over time. Then he would be in even greater danger.
The Golden King roared, turning swaths of meteorites into ash. He was divinely brave and unstoppable. Golden pupils shot out strands of strange light, and the golden mace in his hand was even more dazzling!
"Clang!"
The Battle Saint King fought alone against two Great Sages, swinging the black immortal iron staff. They clashed, producing streaks of world-destroying light. A great collapse occurred in the outer realm.
"Boom!"
The iron staff swept horizontally as they killed their way into the dark starry regions. Another dim star was blown apart, erupting into blinding light and fire, turning that place bright as day.
On the ground, everyone's scalps went numb. The battle of Great Sages was too terrifying. Anyone who went up to help could only die in vain. This was a shocking Great Sage duel.
The three Great Sages tangled together, moving too fast for people to react. In the end, it was hard to see their divine techniques at all—only divine radiance steaming up as the heavens shattered.
This starry sky was battered and broken. The ancient outer realm battlefield was torn apart from time to time. Sun and moon shook, stars fell, and everything could be destroyed.
The three Great Sages fought with reddened eyes. At the fiercest point, the starry sky itself collapsed. Black holes appeared frequently as they killed in and out, often submerged by chaos, forgetting life and death.
Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, the Divine Silkworm Princess, and others' hearts all sank. The ancestral kings on their side also turned pale. The consequences were unpredictable, as if they could already see a tragedy unfolding.
Two Great Sages struck, their bodies emitting immeasurable light, each merging with their Extreme Imperial Weapon. Even if the Battle Saint King was powerful, he couldn't withstand this alone.
"Unfair! Using two imperial-level weapons to kill one person—shameless!" the Holy Prince gritted his teeth, his golden fur standing on end. He hated that he couldn't help.
"Can't the Battle Saint King borrow three ancient imperial weapons? Why not have him offer them all up together, hahaha..." an ancient king on the opposite side laughed wantonly.
"Everyone, the situation is settled. Didn't they say they would wipe out my Eight Divine Generals? Why don't we strike and annihilate them all in one battle? Wash them clean with blood!" another person suggested.
Whether it was the Eight Divine Generals' army or Silver Moon Heavenly King, all agreed that the Battle Saint King was sure to fall, with no hope of survival.
"Heh..." Piercing cold laughter, merciless gazes. This group's morale was high, and they wanted to strike and destroy the Divine Silkworm Princess, Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and the others.
"Is there no hope? If so, I will share life and death with you, and die together on the road..." the Divine Silkworm Princess said. Though there was sorrow, there was no weakness. Her gaze instantly sharpened as she stared at everyone ahead. "The Battle Saint King has lived an upright and honorable life. You cannot defile him!"
"So what if he could attain the Dao in the future? Under the attack of two Great Sages comparable to Di Que, he will surely die. The victor is king, the loser a bandit. Once he falls, he is nothing but dirt!" an ancestral king sneered repeatedly.
"Two Great Sages joining hands—you still have the face to say it? Even if you win, there's no glory!" the Holy Prince rebuked angrily.
"We lured him down from Mount Sumeru precisely to kill the Battle Saint King. No method is too extreme," a saint-rank ancient king said coldly.
What could be done? If the Battle Saint King fell, there would be a great catastrophe. A storm of blood and wind would sweep across the land. The hearts of those on the Battle Saint Ape's side were shrouded in gloom.
"Boom!"
All living beings trembled. A shocking change occurred in the heavens. The aura of an ancient emperor surged through the starry domain. A Demon-Subduing Pestle appeared, and a set of Divine Silkworm Armor flickered, illuminating eternal immortal light.
"You... how can this be?" Kun Zhou the Great Sage lost color.
"It's... the Battle Saint Emperor! How is he still alive?!" Even the Golden King was terrified.
The black divine iron, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and the Divine Silkworm Battle Robe—three ancient imperial weapons were respectively controlled by three figures, confronting the two Great Sages ahead!
This was a shocking turn of events. No one had expected it. It was all too sudden. Now, two more majestic figures had appeared, both with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.
One of them shone with Buddha's light, sacred and peaceful. It was a golden sacred ape. Though it bore a compassionate appearance, it also had a pressing aura—exactly the same as the Battle Saint King.
"This is... the endless faith power of Mount Sumeru!" Kun Zhou felt as if he had swallowed a dead child, his face as ugly as could be.
He was extremely wary of the mysterious great power on Mount Sumeru, which was why he had lured the Battle Saint King down. But he never expected the Battle Victory Buddha to refine that sea of thought power into a Dao body.
The Battle Saint King formed from Mount Sumeru's faith power held the Demon-Subduing Pestle, compassion mixed with majesty, in the posture of a lion's roar, divine might covering the world!
And the other figure that appeared was the spitting image of the Battle Saint Emperor of old. His gaze was piercing, surveying the world with disdain! Standing there, holding the black divine iron, he made the Great Dao tremble. Throughout the nine heavens and ten lands, he alone was supreme!
"This is... breaking through restraints, severing the influence of the Saint Emperor's Dao, and condensing a past self?!" The Golden King's expression was very bad.
This Battle Saint King was eerily similar to the invincible Saint Emperor of old, holding the black divine iron great staff as he looked down on them, terrifying beyond measure.
As for the true body of the Battle Saint King, he had already donned the Divine Silkworm Battle Robe. Nine-colored immortal light shot into the sky, his battle intent soaring. He spoke: "Since you like group battles, I'll play along to the end. But this time, it's three of me against the two of you!"
"Haha..." In the Central Province, the Divine Silkworm Princess laughed powerfully like a peerless empress. Her purple hair danced, her ethereal divine charm receding, replaced by sharp and pressing momentum.
And on the opposite side, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Many people's faces were ashen!
Mid-month, calling out for the monkey. Three imperial weapons dance together. Shout loudly, more fiercely, seek support, call out!