# Chapter 819 - Killing to Earn Qualification
This night was very long, as if it would never end. No one knew what dawn would bring. Many people couldn't sleep all night, their faces haggard and worried, making it a difficult time.
Finally, dawn broke. A ray of light rose from the east, piercing through the mist and shining into the Jade Pool.
The red rising sun radiated brilliant light. Mist swirled within the pure land. Morning dew, tender leaves, lake waves, bright petals—all shimmered with luster.
Fresh air rushed to meet them. The mist in the mountains took on colorful hues in the rosy clouds, steaming and rising, incredibly beautiful and peaceful.
But on such a vibrant morning, everyone's heart was heavy. What was coming would finally arrive. The grand assembly of ten thousand clans was about to begin, and powerful ancient kings would descend.
On a cliff, the White-Robed Divine King sat cross-legged, breathing in the morning glow. In the clear light, he was transcendent and otherworldly, untouched by dust. Ye Fan was beside him, recounting in detail the events of the past decade or so.
That night, Ye Fan was able to sit together with Divine King Jiang, making many cultivators envious. This was something people longed for but could not attain—he was like a god.
On another cliff, seven ancient kings also sat cross-legged. Their expressions were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuation. Only when the morning glow rose did they open their eyes together.
"They should be coming now!" said one ancient king.
These words pulled everyone back to reality. They were about to face a tremendous storm. The aggressive ancestral kings would make their entrance, not believing that Emperor Wu Shi was still alive. There would inevitably be earth-shattering collisions.
Shadows rose in everyone's hearts. They stood motionless on the ground, waiting silently for that moment, heavy and oppressed, almost unable to breathe.
Finally, the divine bell tolled. An extremely powerful sage had arrived, entering the pure land, requiring the sect masters to go and welcome him.
What was coming had finally come. No matter how they tried to avoid it, whether it would be a coexisting great era or the beginning of a dark chaotic age would all be revealed today.
At this moment, no one could remain calm. This was a negotiation that could be recorded in history books, concerning the future of all clans, with far-reaching implications.
"Peace talks... Is that the only word weak clans have? What do you have to negotiate with?" A cold voice came from outside the pure land, showing no mercy.
In the morning light, three tall figures walked forward, moving like dragons and tigers. All wore battle armor, icy cold and gleaming with metallic luster. Their armor was forged from divine gold, all of saint-grade.
Behind them, several more figures appeared, radiating brilliant light.
"Very good, all old acquaintances have come. Then let's enter the Jade Pool together and see who can sit down and negotiate with us!"
People were terrified. Eleven sages had arrived in total, all with overwhelming dharma power, like living gods walking from the ancient earth.
"Let's enter the Jade Pool and see what's special about the inheritance left by the Western Emperor!"
The newcomers meant trouble. Although the eleven ancient kings did not deliberately release their aura, when they gathered together, it was overwhelming. People could not stand; almost all fell to their knees on the ground.
People were horrified. This was not one or two, but over a dozen. Even if the Divine King had unparalleled style, how could he contend with so many? Everyone was in despair.
This was not an equal confrontation at all. If a great battle truly erupted, these people would hold an overwhelming advantage. And this was not all—there would surely be more behind them.
In the sky, green misty pillars hung down, thick and heavy. The Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda stood within a small world, faintly visible, with chaotic energy surging.
"The aura of an ancient great emperor—is that the legendary Western Emperor Pagoda? I can't see it clearly. I really want to hold it in my palm and examine it closely." One ancient king looked up and sneered.
People's hearts shook violently. Was this a provocation? Perhaps in the near future, this would really happen—attacking the human race's important places to seize the imperial weapon!
One ancient king reminded him to speak less. If that pagoda descended, they would all turn to ashes.
Another sage said that the Jade Pool could do as it pleased. At the very least, two ancient imperial weapons were aimed at this place. If they really fought, who would become ashes was hard to say.
After these eleven entered, facing the Western Emperor Pagoda, they showed no pressure at all, acting as if no one else was there, pointing at the Jade Pool pure land.
The humans present were terrified. They had come prepared. Two ancient imperial weapons pointed at the Jade Pool—if war truly broke out, even the Western Emperor Pagoda might be destroyed.
Of course, this was the worst-case scenario, but it was not impossible! The collision of ancient great emperor weapons—no one could bear that cost.
The pressure in people's hearts was as heavy as a mountain, almost suffocating.
Heavenly Connection Platform—a broken mountain over a thousand zhang high, barren of vegetation, as if a great peak had been severed at the waist. The cross-section was a huge heavenly platform, vast and boundless.
It was said that this was originally the highest peak in the Northern Domain, cut flat by the Western Emperor's own hand. Even broken, it was still magnificent, with the aura of a king among mountains.
It could serve as a martial arts arena or a meeting square, capable of accommodating any number of people, because it was engraved with the Western Emperor's patterns.
Back then, when the Jade Pool moved its location, they expended great effort to move this mountain into the pure land.
At the center of Heavenly Connection Platform, the White-Robed Divine King sat cross-legged. Behind him were many human race sect masters. Opposite him were seven ancient kings and a large number of ancient clan experts.
At the edge of the broken mountain, a black-faced Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, preparing to welcome the eleven ancient kings. He was the transformation of the Black Tortoise from the Barbarian Clan.
"I thought the human race were so powerful, convening a grand assembly of ten thousand clans—surely they would have some confidence. But what do I see? Just one person and one turtle dare to sit firmly on the high platform?"
Cold laughter, merciless expressions. The eleven ancient kings arrived at Heavenly Connection Platform, their cold eyes sweeping around, a hint of killing intent at the corners of their mouths.
"Not long ago, I used the Overlord Divine Fist to beat to death an ancestral king who didn't know his place." The Black Tortoise transformed Daoist spoke seriously, his face dark.
The temperature dropped sharply. Fierce killing aura spread. The eleven ancient kings all looked over, staring at the Black Tortoise, their faces extremely cold, their gazes like knives.
From the very beginning, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. War could break out at any moment. Many living beings trembled with fear.
"Should the two of us go over?" Beside the Celestial Prince, two ancient kings exchanged glances, consulting each other, but ultimately did not move.
"Just a turtle. The human race really are finished!" said one ancient king. He was clearly provoking, coming specifically for slaughter.
"But killing you would be overkill!" the Black Tortoise said, raising his head.
"Several of you have come from afar. Why not sit down and talk?" the White-Robed Divine King spoke.
The Black Tortoise turned around, leaving his back to them, walked back, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Talk? What is there to talk about? Can you humans sit on equal footing with us?" One ancient king strode forward, very tough and unyielding, with only one goal—to fight, to kill all human sages.
"What do several of you consider equal footing? And what exactly have you come for?" The White-Robed Divine King did not get angry, asking calmly.
"You will never have the qualification to sit on equal footing with us. Just one person and one turtle are far from enough." Another ancient king stepped forward.
"If the Great Emperor were here, would you have the qualification? You'd probably scram far away." The Black Tortoise was angry.
"Not to mention strength, just in terms of numbers—the vast human race has only produced one sage, and in the end, they have to drag in a turtle. What future is there? How can you compare with us?" The ancient king in front clearly wanted to fight, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Weak clans have no right to speak. There's nothing to say." Another ancient king was even more direct.
Among the eleven ancient kings, three were so aggressive, rubbing salt into the human race's wounds, with no intention of sitting down to talk at all.
At this moment, the atmosphere on Heavenly Connection Platform was tense to the extreme. War was on the verge of breaking out. Peace talks were completely out of the question. This was not about reason, but about whether they had the qualification.
Among the eleven sages, one who had not spoken until now finally said, "Things have come to this. There is only war. We are merely the first to arrive. Behind us are even more powerful ancestral kings. If we wipe you out, what is there to talk about?"
At this point, it was unavoidable. To negotiate, they first had to fight for qualification!
"Very well. Let it be war here." The White-Robed Divine King was very direct, saying no more.
"I've been eager for a long time." The three ancient kings wearing divine iron armor came to the front. They were the ones who had been so aggressive earlier.
Behind them, several ancient kings hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not step forward, choosing to observe.
"This battle will be a life-and-death struggle. If you die, there's nothing to talk about. Everything ends here!" one said very forcefully.
They all wore sacred garments, approaching legendary saint weapons. Being able to refine to this level was quite terrifying! Since ancient times, there had been many sages, but the legendary saint weapons left behind were too rare.
"This is the battle platform carved by the Western Emperor, isn't it? Very good. How many years has it been? From ancient times to now, I haven't tasted the blood of a human sage in a long time."
The three ancient kings transformed into demons, bone spurs on their backs pointing to the sky, extremely ferocious.
The White-Robed Divine King stepped forward. In a flash of lightning and sparks, the great battle began. He charged together with these three, immeasurable divine principles cutting through the sky.
It must be said that these three were extremely powerful. They had walked far on the path of sages, far surpassing ordinary ancestral kings.
Even though the White-Robed Divine King was astonishingly talented and peerlessly brilliant, fighting alone against them, he did not gain the upper hand. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds had passed, and divine principles had clashed countless times.
"In ancient times, the human race were vassal clans of some powerful races, surviving under their protection. After so many years, nothing has changed. They are still destined to kneel at the feet of powerful clans."
One ancient king sneered, deliberately trying to disturb the Divine King's mind, making his divine principles fluctuate, looking for an opportunity to strike.
"Very well. Life-and-death battle!" the Divine King said, still extremely calm, but his attacks became even more terrifying.
"Kill!" The divine principles of the three sages suddenly merged, transforming into a golden deity, radiant with ten thousand rays of light, pressing down on Heavenly Connection Platform, advancing to suppress and kill.
"Boom!"
Divine King Jiang Taixu swung his fist, raising surging waves. His right fist transformed into the Eternal Universe Furnace. His fist pierced through the deity's body, smashing one ancient king to pieces.
"Boom!"
Then, he swung both fists again. Both fists transformed into the Eternal Universe Emperor Furnace. One fist each struck the remaining two, exploding them. Blood rain flew everywhere, turning into endless blood light. Ancestral king blood stained the high platform red.
The Divine King did not kill, but that did not mean he never killed!