# Chapter 816: Seven Saints Descend
This black turtle was meticulous, relentlessly pursuing from behind, running extremely fast. Various dao patterns flickered beneath its feet as it streaked across the sky like a beam of light.
The Dragon-Head Ancestral King was being driven mad. Unable to win in battle, being chased like this by a turtle filled him with rage and frustration.
"Reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao!"
In the end, he gathered all his dharma power and once again executed his strongest divine law. Light coalesced behind his head, forming a massive wheel that illuminated the void.
"Overlord Divine Fist!"
The black turtle also shouted. Its pair of black old fists swelled infinitely, smashing down like two black mountains, causing heaven and earth to resonate with rumbling sounds.
Finally, amidst a burst of brilliant light, the pair of black old fists shattered the precious wheel, broke through the light, and crushed this divine law.
"Pfft"
The Dragon-Head Ancient King exploded. His primordial spirit light tried to escape, but the black turtle immediately blocked it. The turtle retracted its body into its shell, and the shell transformed into a black grinding wheel, rumbling as it rolled over.
"Ah..."
The Dragon-Head Ancient King screamed. The essence of his life's cultivation burst forth, but it couldn't penetrate the turtle shell. He was ground to powder by the black grinding wheel, streams of light shooting in all directions.
Blood rained through the void, then turned into red light as it burned. This stretch of sky collapsed, continuously destroying itself, becoming a ruined land.
A generation of Ancestral King had fallen!
Boundless light burned, soaring into the heavens. Various great dao laws surged, one after another, chaotic and disorderly, becoming a turbulent stream that no one dared to enter. They could only wait for it to disappear on its own.
At the shores of the Pure Land of Yao Chi, people were shaken. A Primeval King had been suppressed and killed like this, blood splattering across the sky, turning into light and torches, erased from the world.
The various Primeval clans were deathly silent. Such a powerful Ancestral King had been killed, beaten to death by a black turtle that looked harmless, even comical.
Didn't the human race have almost no saints? How could even a turtle they raised be this powerful? It was hair-raising!
In the sky, the turtle was serious and solemn as it said, "Remember, I am the great Black Tortoise."
Earlier, people could still laugh, but now they had no such mood. A generation of Ancestral King had been blown apart. Who could provoke this turtle?
"How does the Barbarian Clan have such a powerful sacred turtle?!" the Celestial Prince muttered to himself. The nine divine rings behind his head were dazzling as he furrowed his brow.
"Your Highness, speak softly," two Ancient Kings said. They had sensed that this turtle was not to be trifled with.
Inside Yao Chi, petals fell in profusion. Amidst an ancient forest, crystalline flower petals drifted down continuously. A long cry echoed—an unparalleled great figure had arrived, and everyone had to go welcome them.
There, on the horizon, several figures slowly walked over. Each was tall and imposing, incredibly majestic, like several demon mountains about to crush the eternal blue sky.
They walked very slowly but were extremely intimidating. Each one seemed to have endured countless kalpas, their bodies merging with the great dao of heaven and earth, blending into the fabric of the laws.
Seven people!
A full seven ancient saint-level existences!
They came together, walking side by side, causing the earth to nearly sink. Various rays of light descended from the sky, and heavenly sounds rang without end, as if playing for them.
This was the extraordinary phenomenon produced by seven ancient saint-level powerhouses, recognized by heaven and earth, which bestowed various auspicious signs upon them. Each one presided over unique divine laws.
Seven ancient saints—such powerhouses appearing simultaneously was enough to make one tremble just thinking about it.
On the horizon, submerged in blazing light, seven tall figures walked over. Each was tinged with a layer of golden radiance.
All living beings trembled in extreme reverence. These were saint-level existences, requiring a lifetime of looking up to.
The eyes of all human cultivators burned with fervor. If only these were human saints—seven of them, making such a shocking entrance!
However, as the footsteps drew near, all human cultivators felt as if doused with cold water. Each saint had a different appearance, bearing obvious characteristics of the ancient clans.
Though they had anticipated it, they still couldn't help but feel deep disappointment. How could the human race produce seven ancient saints at once to intimidate the ten thousand clans?
Everyone felt a sense of powerlessness. How could they contend with such Primeval clans? Several Ancient Kings had come together like this, pressing down until people could barely breathe.
The Barbarian Clan's guardian god, the Black Tortoise, was indeed very strong, but one tree cannot support a forest. The Primeval clans had sent so many, and this wasn't even all of them. The disparity was too great.
At this moment, outside Yao Chi, it was utterly silent. Not a sound could be heard, not a single person could speak.
If not for the fact that many firmly believed Emperor Wu Shi was still alive, this would absolutely be a despairing era, with no hope whatsoever.
For the human race to find even one saint was extremely difficult, yet the Primeval clans had a group of Ancestral Kings in command. The gap was simply too vast to bridge.
Bathed in rosy clouds, their bodies edged with gold, they walked step by step. Each had a different appearance—some had human heads and phoenix bodies, some had human bodies and qilin heads, others had thirty-six pairs of divine wings on their backs, and still others looked exactly like humans.
Clearly, they were not from the same clan, but they shared one common point: they did not believe Emperor Wu Shi was still alive. Like the Dragon-Head Ancient King, they had come to "demand an explanation."
Seven saint-level existences—who could stop them? One sacred turtle certainly couldn't. This was a tidal wave of combat power that could destroy any enemy!
"Seven royal clans united..." Ye Fan drew in a cold breath. Others still held a belief, firmly convinced that Wu Shi was still alive, but he knew the truth, and his entire body felt ice-cold.
Who could stand in their way? This was only the beginning.
The seven Ancient Kings restrained their pressure. They did not act as arrogantly as the Dragon-Head Ancestral King, forcing all clans to kneel. However, they were even colder, more indifferent and ruthless, standing outside Yao Chi like seven mountains.
"The Yao Chi grand assembly is about to begin. The arrival of seven Ancestral Kings brings great glory to this gathering," someone said, offering a veiled compliment.
"Please, honored seniors, come inside," several human sect masters spoke. Though they harbored hostility in their hearts, they had to treat them with respect. If they failed to entertain them properly, great disaster might follow.
However, the seven Ancient Kings stood outside Yao Chi as if they hadn't heard, paying no attention at all. Their faces were cold as stone.
"Your arrivals bring splendor to this assembly. Congratulations are in order. Please, move your honored selves into Yao Chi," several more human sect masters spoke.
Still, they were ignored. The seven Ancient Kings didn't even glance at them, offering no response, treating them as if they were air.
The several human sect masters bowed respectfully there, instantly frozen in place. This wasn't insult—it was cold indifference.
Other human cultivators also felt a chill run through their bodies, sensing the vast gulf between them.
These seven Ancient Kings hadn't looked at them even once. Their eyes were filled only with vicissitudes and icy coldness, as if facing a group of ants, with no common language.
They didn't deliberately show contempt, but this attitude of looking from a different world, this posture of ignoring them, was even more chilling.
Ants and dragons have no intersection!
This was everyone's feeling. They existed in two different worlds, and thus were ignored. They couldn't even muster anger—it was a nameless sorrow.
The slain Dragon-Head Ancestral King had been arrogant and impulsive, inspiring fear but not reverence.
These seven Ancient Kings were different. Utterly cold, not speaking a word, they inspired even more fear. Their disregard for the humans present was a contempt born from the depths of their hearts, even more chilling.
"Greetings, several Ancestral Kings," the Celestial Prince stepped forward to pay his respects.
Only then did the seven nod slightly, but still they said nothing, standing like seven demon mountains outside Yao Chi.
"What a grand display. Seven Ancient Kings descend together. If you've come to attend the Yao Chi grand assembly, why don't you enter?" the black turtle appeared, its expression grave.
"What kind of grand assembly is this? Is there anyone here worthy of sitting with us to discuss the future landscape of the world and the development prospects of all clans?"
Finally, an Ancient King spoke, extremely cold. His words revealed his mindset—he had no regard whatsoever for the humans present.
"What cruel laws—the strong prey on the weak. Do you truly not wish to enter Yao Chi?" the black turtle asked.
"Can you find even one person here worthy of sitting as equals with us?" another Ancient King said mercilessly. The others remained as if frozen.
Still cold, still indifferent. They didn't even glance at the humans present, as if facing a group of insignificant ants.
People couldn't even get angry. All they felt was sorrow. The gap in strength was too great. These seven Ancient Kings weren't flaunting their power—everything came from their true hearts, an instinctive disregard.
"Do you consider me an ant as well?" the black turtle's expression also turned cold as it asked gravely.
"You killed an Ancestral King of Hidden Dragon River. Quite impressive. We were planning to test your skills anyway."
Without any superfluous words, battle erupted directly. Every step was deadly, beginning with the strongest collision of divine laws.
"Hum"
The black turtle was composed in both offense and defense, not struggling. One claw strike sent this Ancestral King staggering back over ten steps.
"Very strong. Let me try too," another Ancient King stepped forward, cold as an ice cellar.
"Boom"
Battle erupted again. The black turtle still held absolute advantage, wanting to kill both opponents as it transformed into a black light.
"Very strong. But how many can you fight alone?"
Three more Ancestral Kings stepped forward together. One of them was exceptionally powerful, far surpassing ordinary Ancestral Kings, able to contend with the Black Tortoise on his own.
Five Ancestral Kings attacked together, while two more stood by, even colder, completely motionless, watching indifferently.
"Kill!" the Black Tortoise roared in fury. But how could one person withstand five Ancestral Kings?
One of them was too powerful, able to match him—a supreme great enemy. With the other four assisting, he was immediately overwhelmed.
"Bang"
The Black Tortoise took thirteen heavy blows in succession, coughing up blood as it was sent flying. If not for the astonishing defensive power of its shell, it would have been utterly annihilated.
The Black Tortoise was defeated, spitting blood continuously. It struggled to its feet, its gaze icy cold. Blazing divine lightning shot from its eyes as it walked forward again.
"Boom"
This time, it took nineteen blows, all from that Ancestral King far surpassing ordinary ones. It spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and even its black shell developed several cracks.
"Bang"
This time, the Black Tortoise fell to the ground and struggled greatly to get back up.
The seven Ancient Kings stood like ten-thousand-year-old ice, unmoving, towering ahead. One of them spoke without emotional fluctuation: "When a great clan needs a turtle to maintain its pitiful dignity, is extinction far off?"
These words made all humans change color. It was like a knife stabbing into everyone's heart. Even the most forbearing person couldn't help but roar out!
Many felt their hearts tighten, unable to stop themselves from wanting to cry out to the heavens.
"Wu Shi is dead. You have no one to rely on!" came another cold statement.
At this moment, everyone wanted to rush forward, even if it meant death, to fight and battle.
However, they sadly discovered that they didn't even seem to have that qualification. The gap was too vast, not on the same scale.
"Do you rely on this turtle? Can it still fight? Can it still maintain your last shred of ridiculous dignity?" a previously silent Ancient King spoke coldly.
At that moment, blood rushed to everyone's heads. They wished they could charge over immediately.
If only a human Great Sage would descend from the heavens! This was everyone's desperate hope.
"The grand assembly of ten thousand clans is a joke. Is there anyone here worthy of sitting as equals with us? How can it be convened?!" another Ancient King said.
Everyone's faces were ashen, powerless to refute. There was simply no powerhouse of the same level to engage in dialogue, leaving them indignant and helpless.
"Thump"
Suddenly, a footstep sounded from the end of heaven and earth, merging with the pulse of this world, clearly transmitting into everyone's hearts.
The setting sun was like blood, scattering crimson radiance across the sky, tingeing the earth with a red glow.
At the end of heaven and earth, a tall and straight figure was walking step by step. His white clothes were pure as snow, his bearing heroic and majestic, advancing with determination.
This was a saint, belonging to the human race. His heroic spirit was overwhelming, his elegance peerless!
A true human saint!
Among the human cultivators present, many actually cried at this moment. Whether from excitement, joy, or pent-up frustration, hot tears streamed down.
The human race relying on a turtle to maintain its last shred of dignity had made them bitter to the point of death. The Ancient Kings had ruthlessly exposed this, cutting deeper than a knife. Now, finally, they saw a saint belonging to the human race.
He merged with heaven and earth, his white robes unstained by a single speck of dust, transcendent and otherworldly. His handsome features, resolute face, peerless bearing—like an Immortal King descending into the world.
Even Ye Fan was stirred. Seeing this person, he too couldn't help but have tears well up in his eyes.
After a thousand calls, he finally emerges. It's easy to guess who has arrived. Write his name on the back of *** and offer it up, supporting this long-absent figure as he makes his grand entrance.