Chapter 817: One Man Upholds the Sky
In the sunset, a figure in white robes was walking forward step by step. The evening glow fell upon him, coating him in a layer of sacred radiance, making him appear transcendent and otherworldly.
His appearance seized everyone's heart. Many people cried out, having been suppressed by the seven Ancestral Kings' contempt from the depths of their beings, leaving every individual feeling stifled and wronged.
This was a face that looked heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in his eyes foretold that he was no longer a young man.
His snow-white robes fluttered in the wind as he trod upon the evening glow, dreamlike and illusory. In that instant of brilliance, his peerless divine bearing made people want to kneel and worship.
This was not due to oppressive pressure, but an emotion that stirred people deeply. Everyone shouted loudly.
"A Sage!"
"A Sage belonging to our Human Clan!"
Nearly seventeen or eighteen years had passed since their parting back then. Tears stung Ye Fan's eyes. He never expected to see the White-Robed Divine King here.
Everything he had achieved today was given to him by Divine King Jiang. He had helped reconnect Ye Fan's severed Sacred Body path, used divine blood to wash the Great Dao, and assisted him in breaking through.
It could be said that everything now was something Divine King Jiang had exchanged for him with his life. Otherwise, he would likely have faded into obscurity.
"Divine King..." Ye Fan's voice trembled, his steps unsteady as he moved forward to greet him.
Back then, the Divine King's elegy, a hero in his twilight years, had gone alone into the great wilderness, seeking only death. It had made Ye Fan's heart ache unbearably, yet he was powerless to help.
Now, finally seeing him reappear in the world, Ye Fan's heart surged with immense emotion, for the Divine King was the person he respected most.
The Divine King's hair was pure white, crystalline like snow. His towering frame was peerlessly graceful. The moment he appeared, he gave people the feeling of a majestic mountain that could hold up the sky, as if everything could come to a standstill. His white hair danced, his gaze firm and unwavering, tracing the trajectory of the Dao.
Only Ye Fan understood clearly: he was evolving the Battle Saint Art, the number one in offensive power over five thousand years, once again shining brilliantly!
And this time, the Divine King appeared as a Sage, reenacting his unmatched offensive power, the strongest attack!
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth split apart. A furnace as red as blood manifested, sacred and vast, filling the sky. It was engraved with ancient patterns of divine birds, the sun, and other motifs.
Misty clouds were like blood, blooming brilliantly. Around this sacred furnace, various laws intertwined, emitting the roar of the Heavenly Dao. It pressed down, unstoppable!
"What? You brought an Extreme Imperial Weapon!"
"Is this the Jiang Family's Eternal Universe Furnace?!"
Several Ancient Kings were terrified, their hairs standing on end. A deep sense of powerlessness surged within them. They could not resist, being pressed down and sinking continuously.
"No, this is an offensive sacred art he evolved, not an Imperial Weapon. This... is too terrifying!" An Ancient King's entire body turned cold.
Everyone was shaken, thunderstruck. The human cultivators knew this must be the Battle Saint Art, evolving into a world-shaking offensive!
"Number one in offensive power over five thousand years, an unbreakable myth!"
Everyone was excited. After stepping into the Sage realm, the White-Robed Divine King was even more invincible, still the unique and unparalleled Divine King!
The faces of the various Primeval clans showed fear. Everyone was chilled. One man suppressing six Sages—what kind of bearing was this? A matchless and unparalleled expert, a King among Sages!
In the sky, that sacred furnace blazing with crimson light was irresistible, pressing down until the six Ancient Kings' bodies bent, on the verge of kneeling.
His peerless bearing was undiminished from the past. Number one in offensive power over five thousand years, still an unbreakable myth!