Chapter 824: The Fallen Heavenly King
All the scenery in this world seemed to vanish, leaving only the White-Robed Divine King himself, an eternal clear radiance, unstained by worldly dust.
He was like a true deity, sitting motionless in meditation, accompanied by the resonance of the Heavenly Dao. Countless auspicious colors cascaded down, all moving for him; endless Dao marks flickered, all ringing out for him.
No one could approach him; only falling flowers danced, encircling him. Even though he was severely wounded, coughing up mouthfuls of divine blood, all the ancient kings felt a tremor in their hearts.
It was a long time before people came back to their senses. The various ancient tribes were terrified, wondering how great a price would have to be paid to cut down the White-Robed Divine King’s life.
Meanwhile, human cultivators were all worried, sensing something ominous. Their mood was completely different from that of the ancient tribes. The Divine King’s life force was being severely depleted; he probably couldn’t hold on much longer.
“So powerful. He must be eliminated, or else he will become the greatest obstacle on my path to enlightenment in the future. He started earlier than me; if I don’t remove him now, it will be too late,” the Celestial Prince said coldly.
“Will anyone else make a move in the short term?” Yuangu asked. His left eye was a black sun, his right eye a blood moon, making him appear especially eerie and intimidating.
“Don’t worry. An unparalleled existence is about to arrive. In truth, many don’t believe that Wu Shi is still alive,” the Celestial Prince said calmly.
Not far away, Ye Fan could barely restrain himself from revealing his trump card. But hearing this with his keen ears, he forcibly held back, his heart sinking.
Someone else was coming. How many terrifying kings did the ancient tribes have? This seemed only a part of them. He felt his trump card should be used at the critical moment, striking when it mattered most.
“Back then, after the Battle Saint Emperor passed away, chaos immediately erupted throughout the world. Even an invincible figure like the Divine Silkworm Princess was pierced through by a spear, and that Battle Saint Ape was forced to journey westward. The myriad races… are not lacking in supreme experts, especially on this ancient star!” the Celestial Prince muttered to himself.
“Truly hard to kill,” the Blood Lightning Queen said at the center of the battlefield. The dragon spear in her hand emitted a cold, eerie blood radiance. Powerful as she was, she dared not act rashly.
They had surrounded the great enemy again, but none of the ancient kings made a move lightly. All feared being killed by the Divine King’s deathblow, so they proceeded with extreme caution.
The Divine King’s hands played the zither, producing tinkling notes. He did not attack proactively either. The two sides were deadlocked, in a delicate state of balance.
One man facing a group of ancient kings—this kind of imposing might was shocking. No one dared to cross the thunderous pool even half a step; they all feared each other.
“Are you afraid? You are all ancestors of your clans. What storms haven’t you seen? Are you still afraid to kill a dying man?” the Blood Lightning Queen said. Her body steamed with a red glow, and the dragon spear shot out blood light that pierced the clouds.
“Kill!”
Finally, the kings struck again. The White-Robed Divine King had little life left; they couldn’t give him time to catch his breath. This was the best chance to kill him.
The zither notes clanged, falling flowers danced, drawing out streaks of dazzling brilliance. A ripple flew out, like fireworks blooming, reaching a peak of splendor in an instant.
“Pfft”
A flash of blood light burst forth. An ancestral king’s head fell to the ground, his primordial spirit severed, dying a violent death.
“Dead! Another ancient king has died!”
Outside the battlefield, chaos erupted. So many ancient kings had died at the hands of a single man today. The price was too great, unbearable for the various clans.
Without surprise, Divine King Jiang’s face grew even paler. He coughed up much more divine blood, his body swaying, as if he might collapse at any moment.
“He’s almost finished!” another ancient king said coldly. They had fought to this point; if they stopped the attack and gave the White-Robed Divine King time to recover, all their efforts would be wasted.
“Kill! This time, he has no strength left to resist!” others shouted. They offered up divine principles, launching another round of fierce attacks.
This time, no zither notes sounded, no ripples spread. Only a sigh came from the White-Robed Divine King, but it was even more soul-shaking.
“Ah…” A terrified scream rang out. An ancient king’s body turned into light, rapidly annihilating, and finally disappeared.
A deity’s sigh!
The world fell silent in an instant. The ancient kings all stopped, cold chills running down their spines. They had seen life and death countless times, but never had they felt such fear as today.
Their opponent was on the verge of collapse, yet he never died, killing enemies again and again. If this continued, it wouldn’t be the White-Robed Divine King who was worn down, but themselves.
At this moment, the Divine King was stained with blood. His white robe had almost become a blood robe. A gust of wind could make him fall. There was no color in his face; his life could reach its end at any moment.
But he was like a bottomless pit. No one knew how many ancestral kings’ lives it would take to fill it. No one dared to try again.
“With so many of us… if this goes on, he’ll kill us all!” an ancient king said, his whole body turning cold.
One man alone against many kings, killing so many, blood staining the Dao platform red. A single drop of such blood could kill a Great Power!
This place had turned into a hellish battlefield. Those being killed were “gods” that people had to look up to. It was shocking; such a sight had never been seen before.
Even the Blood Lightning Queen stopped attacking. She had no confidence. Although she felt the Divine King would fall in the next moment, she had failed repeatedly, with ancient kings being slain continuously, robbing them of their courage.
This was an unforgettable scene. A blood-soaked man in white sat before an ancient zither, transcendent and otherworldly, surrounded by a rain of flowers, suppressing a group of ancient kings. Not one dared to act rashly.
Heaven and earth were silent. No one spoke. Only the falling flowers flew, making a rustling sound, shimmering with translucent luster.
This was the result. No one had expected it. The human race had only one sage, yet he could stand against so many ancestral kings!
“Why is this happening?” some ancient tribesmen were unwilling, but they dared not step forward.
Many human cultivators were both excited and terrified, afraid this was nothing but a dream. It all stemmed from one man; they feared the White-Robed Divine King would fall.
“One man suppressing all the kings alone—spread this news, and it will be a disgrace to all tribes. What are you afraid of?” A cold voice came from the sky.
Five brilliant rays of light descended from the heavens. The leader was actually a Saint King, with purple hair flowing loose, a tall figure, almost identical to a human.
The four figures behind him were all ancient kings. Though they couldn’t compare to him, they were still astonishing enough, especially arriving at this moment.
“It’s Ancestral King Zilin; they’re from the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest!”
The ancient tribes were all startled. This was an extremely powerful force. Legend had it that there might be an ancient Great Sage in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, capable of overlooking the entire ancient star!
They walked forward step by step. The leading Saint King was named Zilin, his reputation spreading through ancient times. Many recognized him. His expression was cold as he prepared to strike at the White-Robed Divine King.
“Boom!”
At that moment, the Western Emperor Tower in the sky let out a thunderous roar, dropping one pillar of Qi after another, thick as mountains, as if to destroy all the ancient kings.
However, Zilin was unafraid. He looked up at the sky and said, “Yao Chi Holy Land, do you truly dare to make a move? Outside, two ancient emperor weapons are already aimed at this place!”
The scene fell into dead silence. Matters had reached this point, extremely grave. The weapons of ancient great emperors were already set in place. With the slightest misstep, a terrifying great confrontation could occur.
Such a collision would be nearly apocalyptic. No one could imagine how terrible the consequences would be.
In ancient times, whenever an ancient emperor weapon was deployed, several prominent clans would be destroyed. Their deterrent power was beyond words.
“It’s not just you humans who have imperial weapons. Our ancient emperor weapons are more ancient and have long become divine. If a real battle breaks out, the outcome is already decided.” Four more figures descended from the sky, each wreathed in divine flames.
The people’s hearts turned cold. With so many ancient clan sages, their ability to wield ancient emperor weapons would be many times stronger than human Great Powers wielding imperial weapons.
“Truly a hero of his generation, holding off so many ancestral kings alone—unexpected.” As the words fell, three more ancient kings descended, gray mist spreading, their auras terrifying.
The human cultivators’ hearts were ashen. With so many, how could they fight? The White-Robed Divine King was already gravely wounded and dying, yet twelve more ancient kings had arrived, including a Saint King.
“Is heaven determined to end our clan’s sage?” a human sect master lamented. This was a hopeless situation. The disparity was truly too great, leaving hearts powerless and inexplicably sorrowful.
“How boring. Does the human race have only one sage? And with so many of you, you still couldn’t take him down—a disgrace.” Two men appeared in the void, every pore on their bodies glowing, hard to look at directly.
“It’s them, the Twin Ancestral Kings!” The ancient tribes were horrified. These two looked identical. Their fame had spread through ancient times. They were twin brothers, and terrifyingly, both were Saint Kings.
A total of fourteen ancient kings had come, including three Saint Kings. Such a scene already foretold the outcome, leaving the human race silent.
Especially the later-arriving Twin Kings, who were even more feared. Originally, their words had made some ancient kings change color, but upon seeing who they were, no conflict arose.
“Is the person you mentioned their father?” Yuangu asked in a low voice.
The Celestial Prince nodded. “That’s right. It’s the one who has a chance of becoming a Great Sage—Ancestral King Fallen Heaven!”
“In ancient times, how many Great Sages were there? It’s truly too hard to attain the Dao. I knew it was the Fallen Heavenly King. There have long been rumors that he might succeed,” Yuangu sighed.
“Rumble, rumble…”
At the horizon, nine terrifying ancient beasts came galloping. Each was a Greatly Accomplished King-level beast, terrifying and boundless, all ancient ferocious beasts.
They pulled an ancient war chariot, trampling across the sky. It was like the war drums of the Heavenly Court beating, resounding through the clouds, shaking people’s hearts.
Nine Greatly Accomplished King-level ancient ferocious beasts, used only to pull a chariot. Such an entrance was shocking, making people’s blood run cold, their hairs standing on end.
“Boom”
The nine ancient ferocious beasts stopped. The ancient war chariot halted. A surging aura spread out. A terrifying figure stepped out of the chariot in one stride.
Mist swirled, a blurry haze enveloping him. Even with Heavenly Eye Penetration, one couldn’t see through it. Only a pair of cyan eyes revealed a chilling light. Vaguely, a tall figure could be seen, like a demon god!
“Greetings, Fallen Heavenly King!”
The ancient kings present, even those who were proud and had strong bones, still stepped forward to pay their respects upon seeing this ancient ancestor. This showed how high his status was and how terrifying his strength.
At this point, the human cultivators were utterly despairing. How could they resist? With the Fallen Heavenly King’s appearance, even if the White-Robed Divine King were heaven-defying, it would be useless.
Over twenty ancient kings, plus this Fallen Heavenly King who had a chance of becoming a Great Sage—how could they fight?
“Fighting a group of ancient kings alone, killing three Saint Kings—such achievements are astonishing. He is a hero.” The Fallen Heavenly Ancestral King stood before the ancient war chariot, looking down. His eyes in the black mist were even more terrifying, like two divine lamps. His tall body could only be seen as a silhouette.
The White-Robed Divine King stood up, facing the many ancient kings alone, then looked at the Fallen Heavenly King. His expression was calm, never changing.
“I am willing to adopt you as my righteous son. Would you be willing to join my clan? In the future, you will become a Great Sage revered by all tribes.” The Fallen Heavenly King spoke such earth-shattering words.
Everyone was stunned. The many ancient kings were shocked. Even his own sons, the Twin Kings, were startled, looking at the terrifying existence on the ancient war chariot.
“Hmph”
The White-Robed Divine King let out his first cold snort. “I only want to know, how many more ancient kings will come?”
“Since I have come, no one else will make a move,” the Fallen Heavenly King said calmly, yet it inspired fear and awe, a sense of domineering authority that proclaimed him supreme!
At the same time, in an uninhabited region where great mountains towered, a brilliant divine list shot up into the sky at that moment, flying toward Yao Chi!