Chapter 823: The Undefeated Myth
Hao Yang Ancestral King fell, and the scene fell into dead silence. The crowd was terrified. His brow had been pierced by a single note of the zither, and he lay in a pool of blood, motionless.
A powerful Saint King like this, who had roamed the Primeval Era with few rivals under heaven, had departed in such a manner. To the various Primeval tribes, this was undoubtedly a shock.
A killing note had pierced through his brain, like a heavenly sword leaving its sheath, a flash of divine radiance in an instant, passing through his forehead bone without any suspense, startling the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
Blood Lightning and Tai Ming, both Saint Kings, retreated a few steps, their expressions frozen. This was a figure on par with them, and he had died just like that.
As for the other Ancient Kings, a chill ran through their bodies. Such lethal sharpness—killing them would certainly be no difficulty. It left them uncertain, making them wonder if they truly needed to trade their lives to take down their opponent.
The Divine King coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his pure white robes. But he remained very calm, sitting cross-legged in the void, enveloped by a rain of flower petals, facing the many kings alone.
He had said he would kill a Saint King, and he had truly done it. How could such deterrence not inspire fear?
An ancient zither lay before him, flowing with clear light. The seven strings rose and fell, like seven small translucent dragons leaping and soaring, sounding the divine laws of heaven and earth.
Amidst the crystalline rain of petals, his heart was at peace, utterly ethereal. It was as if he had forgotten everything outside, immersing himself in a wondrous Dao realm.
"Even an incomplete Divine Melody is this terrifying. It contains the power of a deity!"
Blood Lightning Queen's voice was icy cold. She gripped the dragon spear in her hand tightly, pointing it forward. There, Dao patterns flowed and divine principles densely covered the area, sealed by them into a cage, transformed into a small world.
"He is burning his life force. Attacking his opponent will cost him the same price. There's no need to fear, everyone." Tai Ming Ancient King said in a deep voice, like a deity emerging from the Netherworld.
Shadows flickered. Over a dozen Ancient Kings advanced, surrounding the White-Robed Divine King once again. But each one was extremely cautious, all afraid of being killed in a single strike.
"Let's attack together and kill him. He's consuming his own life force; he can't hold out much longer." A rather aggressive Ancestral King roared, launching the first attack.
He opened his mouth and spat out a Silver River. This came from an ancient mirror he had expelled, unleashing Saintly laws that plunged into the small world ahead.
*Ding*
A musical note leaped forth. A killing sound erupted, severing the silver laws, reversing their trajectory, and charging toward that Ancestral King.
*Pfft*
A blossom of blood bloomed. Although this Ancestral King dodged in time, blood still splattered from his shoulder, pierced through in an instant. A black hole formed there, devouring the blood.
"Kill!"
The others also acted, aiding this Ancestral King, attacking Jiang Taixu. Divine chains, one after another, entered the Pure Land, weaving into a great net.
"Sage Law Refining Net, grind everything down, shatter his body!"
An Ancestral King shouted softly, first spitting out a mouthful of Primordial Source Essence. The others followed suit, sealing the Pure Land, weaving a Dao net together to refine Jiang Taixu.
They no longer wanted to take risks. They sought the safest method to kill the Divine King, each offering their Saint Source Essence to refine him.
Beams of light shot up. Their bodies all blazed. Each person shot out a stream of light, entering that small world and transforming into tribulation fire.
Within the Pure Land, the Divine King was very serene. His hands plucked the zither strings, and the Divine Melody flowed forth. First, it tinkled like dripping water, then gradually rose in pitch, ringing with a sharp, clanging sound, cutting through the heavens.
*Bo*
A divine radiance shot up, piercing through this Dao net. Like a divine sword breaking through the clouds, it slashed outward, startling all the Ancient Kings into changing color.
"Don't worry. He pays the same price. We can exhaust him to death!" a man shouted, because he saw another trickle of blood seep from the corner of the Divine King's mouth.
At the center of the Pure Land, a drop of blood fell, landing on the Divine King's snow-white robes like a blooming plum blossom, chilling to the heart.
Many human cultivators were filled with worry. This was no solution. The White-Robed Divine King would die with regret.
"Kill!"
Over a dozen Ancient Kings roared. The Primordial Essence they spat out grew denser, transforming into a divine sea that flooded the area ahead, giving the Divine King no chance.
*Clang, clang, clang...*
Within the Pure Land, the Divine King's hands moved rapidly. The zither strings, like iron swords, emitted a clanging, metallic sound. The killing notes were deafening, completely different from before.
The purgatory formed from the Saints' Primordial Essence Source was slashed by one heavenly sword after another. Cracks finally appeared, and with a loud bang, a piece broke off.
*Clang*
The divine sound was like a blade, cutting into everyone's heart, emitting a cold, metallic tremor.
"Ah..." An Ancestral King screamed. Taking the brunt of it, half his body was shredded by a visible ripple. He was sent flying, his primordial spirit annihilated, dying on the spot.
"What? He can still kill like this?!" The others were shocked.
Blood was seeping from the Divine King's mouth. He had paid a considerable price to break through this cage. Naturally, he wouldn't stop there. He forcefully plucked a string, and a ripple could be clearly seen rising again.
*Pfft*
Ahead, another Ancestral King screamed. Blood splattered everywhere. He was instantly killed by the Divine Melody, his form and spirit destroyed.
"Kill! He can't hold out much longer." The remaining ones shouted.
Various divine principles flew out, rushing in along the direction of the ripple.
At the same time, Blood Lightning Queen, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally acted. A crimson radiance soared into the sky. She swung her dragon spear, then thrust it forward.
The blood-red dragon spear blazed fiercely. Boundless divine flames collapsed the void, flowing with countless Dao patterns, transforming into an apocalyptic divine spear that shattered the vacuum and reached the Divine King.
This spear was incredibly fast, like a bolt of blood lightning, carving out a black void rift, pushing speed to its absolute limit!
*Clang*
A string from the ancient zither leaped up, transforming into a translucent hornless dragon, entangling the supremely sharp, blood-colored spear tip, emitting Dao cries and dragon roars.
*Pfft*
The moment the dragon spear was entangled, the blood light it spat pierced through the Divine King's shoulder. Bright red blood bloomed, brilliant and dazzling. The dragon spear vanished like a divine python, retreating after a successful strike.
*Ding*
That zither string, having briefly entangled the dragon spear, finally let out a soft chime, sounding through the crystalline, ruby-like divine spear.
*Pfft*
In the distance, Blood Lightning Queen's body shook violently. Several terrifying cracks appeared on her entire arm. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating several large steps.
"The Divine King Physique, upon becoming a Saint, truly lives up to its reputation!" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her killing intent growing even denser.
Silence fell all around. Even those Ancient Kings felt a chill. How powerful was Blood Lightning Queen? Yet this fatal assassination attempt had left her injured.
"Kill him. Don't give him a chance. Don't let him escape that cage. His life force won't last much longer!" Tai Ming Ancient King said in a deep voice.
The battle began anew. All these Ancient Kings stepped forward, unleashing their strongest attacks against the Pure Land. Divine light surged and clashed.
"Ah..."
An Ancestral King screamed. He was sliced apart by a zither string that shot out of the Pure Land. Amidst the soft chime of the divine sound, he turned into a rain of light, becoming the Dao principles of heaven and earth, vanishing without a trace.
Another Ancient King was killed. The White-Robed Divine King himself swayed, his face growing paler. Another trace of blood stained his snow-white robes.
"What do we do?" Ye Fan could barely hold back. He wanted to reveal his trump card, charge over, and help the Divine King. No matter what, he would not let the tragedy happen a second time. He absolutely could not let the Divine King die.
"Netherworld Realm, Underworld Sinks and Rises, Reincarnation and Rebirth!"
Suddenly, Tai Ming Ancient King chanted in a low voice. In an instant, he unleashed a forbidden art. A desolate Underworld realm materialized, pressing down, trying to take the Divine King in.
"You finally mastered it." Blood Lightning Queen was surprised, then quickly acted to assist. The others also offered their divine principles.
A stretch of Underworld, dim and lightless, shrouded in black mist, barren of all life. A Yellow Spring surged, flowing toward an unknown distance.
"How could it be fully mastered? It's only a rough form of the Underworld. Help me, take him in, and I will suppress and kill him!" Tai Ming Ancient King said.
*Boom*
Over a dozen people acted together. They finally managed to take the White-Robed Divine King into the Underworld. Everyone joined forces to suppress it, trying to close this strange black prison.
*Clang*
Before the Divine King, the ancient zither shone with brilliant light. His hands moved, his mind and spirit seemingly immersed within, imprinting his essence, energy, and spirit. At this moment, it emitted a heaven-shaking roar!
This was not like the sound of a zither, but rather the sound of the primordial heavens moving, the sound of the world's first opening. Chaotic light shone, deafening.
"Ah..."
Screams rang out. Two Ancient Kings were killed, their bodies shattered on the Heavenly Terrace, turning the void itself a bloody red.
The Underworld realm failed to close. The White-Robed Divine King sat cross-legged in the void. Within ten zhang of him, everything was crystalline, with ten thousand flowers falling. His expression was calm, and the zither music returned to its original rhythm.
A small Pure Land was wedged within the Underworld, unable to enter or exit, locked in a stalemate.
"The human White-Robed Divine King is too terrifying!" All the Ten Thousand Primeval Clans were filled with fear.
"Even a Saint King can't suppress him. This is very troublesome." Yuan Gu frowned.
The Celestial Prince sneered, "The Ten Thousand Clans have countless experts. Back then, even a peerless figure like the Divine Silkworm Princess was nailed to death with a single spear. If one of that caliber were to emerge, they could pacify this world."
"Underworld Spirit Rebirth Realm!"
Tai Ming Ancestral King roared, using his ultimate power. At this critical moment, he would decide life or death. The others also assisted, unleashing all their strength. All kinds of radiance flooded the Jade Pool.
A terrifying aura surged. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths seemed about to be shattered.
Within the ten-zhang Pure Land, the Divine King's right hand plucked, wiped, picked, hooked, and flicked. His left hand slid, pressed, stopped, and struck. He was agile and natural, sacred and transcendent. His entire body was bathed in clear light.
The divine sound was like water, peaceful and clear. The sound waves were not very loud, but they resonated across ten thousand li of mountains and rivers, cleansing the soul. This was the true Divine Melody!
At this moment, the White-Robed Divine King was transcendent and otherworldly, as if he did not belong to this world. Seated before the immortal zither in the void, his hands brushed the strings, and heaven and earth were at peace.
"Ah..."
Finally, with a great cry, Tai Ming Ancestral King's head rolled off. It was severed by a clear note that shot out, then exploded, blood filling the sky.
"What? Tai Ming Ancestral King is dead too? How can that man have such overwhelmingly powerful strength?" Everyone was shaken.
Within the Pure Land, falling flowers danced, like the tears of a deity, scattering down, shimmering with light, floating beside the White-Robed Divine King, falling before the ancient zither.
At this moment, blood continuously seeped from his mouth. He couldn't even swallow it back. The crystalline falling petals were stained with bloody threads. He had also paid a considerable price.
Yet, he remained an undefeated myth. Even with his grievous injuries, he inspired deep awe.