Chapter 825: The God-Sealing List Shows Its Power
The Heaven-Reaching Platform stood towering and majestic, vast and imposing.
In the void, nine ancient ferocious beasts, each more savage than the last, exuded demonic energy that surged to the heavens. All were great-achievement kings, yet they served only to pull a chariot.
Behind the nine ancient beasts, massive divine iron chains gleamed with cold light, dragging an ancient war chariot covered in sword scars and arrow holes. Above it, the Fallen Heavenly King stood like a god or demon, pressing down so heavily that the entire Jade Pool seemed on the verge of collapse.
A rumbling sound came from above: "You are a hero among men, rarely seen in a thousand generations. I truly do not wish to extinguish a genius. Do not force me!"
The White-Robed Divine King remained very calm, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You are the ones pressing the attack. The human race has always wanted to sit down and talk with you."
All around was dead silent, not a sound to be heard. Everyone could hear their own heartbeat, tense to the extreme.
A being as invincible as the Fallen Heavenly King had arrived. In the ancient times, he had swept through everything, rampaging across the barbaric lands, with all kings submitting to him!
With just one person making a move, he could annihilate several great clans. Such an ancient existence, with years of cultivation stretching far back, had reached the pinnacle in both seniority and strength.
Consider this: even his two sons were already terrifying Saint Kings, suppressing entire regions, with all clans daring not to defy them, their prestige immense.
"Sit down and talk? That requires strength, requires confidence. But what does the human race have?"
The Fallen Heavenly King did not speak, but one of his own sons opened his mouth. In such a situation, only they dared to interject.
"Must we fight to a final conclusion?" the White-Robed Divine King asked, looking forward.
The Twin Saint Kings were both shrouded in light, divine aura permeating the air. Every pore of their bodies emitted divine radiance, making them hard to look at directly, extremely oppressive.
"You are indeed very powerful, also very astonishing—killing so many ancient kings alone. But the vast human race has only one sage. For an entire race, the foundation is too thin. Thus, you cannot sit as equals with other clans," the other of the Twin Saint Kings spoke.
The Heaven-Reaching Platform fell into silence, quiet and still, with no one speaking. His words were hard to refute. The human race had too few sages, unable to contend with so many ancient kings.
Many hearts turned cold. What hope was there? With so many ancient kings arriving together, any one of them acting alone could level an entire region.
"Submit to my clan, inherit my legacy. Not only can you become immortal, but in the future, you can also rule the world. With your talent, you might even become a Great Sage," the Fallen Heavenly King said, standing atop the ancient war chariot like a demon lord, high above, looking down on all beings.
"What is your legacy worth? My ancestors were ancient Great Emperors. Do I need your guidance?" the White-Robed Divine King said, his voice ringing like the clang of a sword.
Ordinarily, he was easygoing and calm, but only when such issues were raised did he become serious, even sharp in his words.
"Ancient Great Emperors..." The Fallen Heavenly King frowned.
The other ancient kings were cold, all eyes turning toward him. Zi Lin Saint King from the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest said, "The past, the present, heh!"
His laugh was chilling, making one's hair stand on end and goosebumps rise all over.
His meaning was clear. The ancient Great Emperors had passed away. No matter how glorious the past, it was all in the past. Reality was this cruel: the billions of beings of the human race had produced only one sage. What could they rely on to compete?!
"For the human race to sit as equals with the ancient clans is a fool's dream! You are so weak, yet you occupy the entire land. It would be a miracle if you weren't wiped out," another ancient king said, his words even sharper and more ruthless.
This was a grim reality, the root of the conflict. In the ancient times, the human race was weak, confined to a corner. Now, suddenly becoming the masters of this land, the awakening of the ten thousand clans naturally led to a great slaughter.
The White-Robed Divine King said nothing, quietly watching them. He seemed so alone, the vast world having only him to act for the human race.
"Please, Fallen Heavenly King, make your move. Wipe him out, and everything will be settled. The human race has no right to say anything more!" an ancient king said, quite radical, showing no regard for anyone present.
At this moment, only the sound of falling petals could be heard. The world was utterly still. Many powerful figures looked toward the ancient war chariot and the Fallen Heavenly King.
The White-Robed Divine King spoke, "From beginning to end, you have spoken of so-called qualifications. I have fought you, killed until now—is that not enough?"
When it came to such matters, the White-Robed Divine King was indescribably serious. Having gone through a great battle, the surviving ancient kings felt a chill in their bodies, a creeping dread.
Only those who had experienced the recent battle knew how terrifying the Divine King was. His mention of it now was a fact—he had long since earned the right to sit as an equal, able to stand against the earlier-arriving kings all by himself!
"Qualifications? You have none!" an ancient king said, shaking his finger, his expression indifferent and ruthless.
This was contempt from the depths of his heart, a long-standing psychological superiority that had never changed since ancient times.
"In the ancient times, your human race survived in the cracks. At your most pitiful, you barely clung to life, on the verge of extinction. You served as vassals, clinging to the feet of stronger clans, seeking shelter. What dignity do you speak of? What qualifications do you mention?!"
An ancient king mercilessly exposed the scars of prehistory, rubbing salt into the wounds of every human cultivator. His expression was utterly disdainful, also cruel and cold.
"Back then, you were nothing but insignificant ants. Several of the great clans present were your former masters!"
Such words, like thunder, made many human cultivators tremble all over, filled with a sense of humiliation.
"You speak of the ancient times, when the human race first arrived on this ancient star. Our ancestors indeed suffered greatly. They paid too much, but they stubbornly survived," the Divine King said solemnly, his expression grave, full of reverence and respect. "The predecessors had it hard. Their shame will be cleansed! The later generations have opened up a prosperous era, carved their own path, and lived up to their hopes!"
"What prosperous era? How can you compare to us? At the peak of the ancient times, the Ancient Emperors' might was revered by the nine heavens and ten lands. How can you match that?" an ancient king said.
"Why can't we compare? In the ancient times, several Ancient Emperors appeared, belonging to different races. Before the desolate era, the human lineage produced several Great Emperors, not falling behind!" the White-Robed Divine King said, his voice ringing like metal, deafening.
Not only did they not fall behind, but the several Ancient Emperors came from different races, while the ancient Great Emperors all came from the human race—a terrifying display of power.
Mentioning the departed Great Emperors, all human cultivators felt their blood boil, their hearts brightening, wanting to roar aloud!
One race alone had produced so many supreme beings. Their true potential was not weaker than the ten thousand clans, enough to stand as equals. The earlier humiliation of their ancestors had been suffocating them.
In the ancient times, humans were weak, even food for many powerful clans, insignificant. But later generations were vastly different. Many ancient clans fell silent.
Even the ancestral kings present wanted to say something but found it hard to find a reason to refute. For a time, all fell quiet.
After a long while, Zi Lin Saint King sneered, "Everything is in the past. The ancient Emperors were definitely stronger than the human Great Emperors, because some did not die—they became immortals. But your human Great Emperors all died out. Everything is as before, unchanged. You are still as weak as ever."
"That's right. Reality is like this. Your situation is even worse than before the ancient times. There has been no improvement. Only one sage—what right do you have to talk with us? Just wipe you out!" many ancient kings echoed.
"So, no matter what, you want to kill us all? There will be no change?" the White-Robed Divine King asked.
"Exactly!" one of the Twin Saint Kings shouted.
"Aren't you afraid that some ancient Great Emperor might still be alive and bring down a thunderous wrath?" the White-Robed Divine King roared, his expression cold, facing the kings with such a stern face for the first time.
"You are a hero. I truly want to give you a chance, to take you as my adopted son," the Fallen Heavenly King said.
"Then let's fight!" the White-Robed Divine King said, fearless. A Divine King Sword appeared in his hand, pointing it at the high heavens, facing the kings alone!
"What a regrettable decision. Extinguishing a genius is not my wish, but I have no choice!" the Fallen Heavenly King said, his voice chilling. He took a step forward, and the entire Jade Pool shook, as if about to collapse.
"Wipe him out! End this early!" an ancient king roared, and several others followed.
People were in despair, unable to bear watching the White-Robed Divine King's final tragic stand. How could he hold out alone? The undefeated myth... would be stained with blood.
Ye Fan could no longer hold back. When else should he act? Even if he died in battle, he did not want to watch the Divine King fall.
In the past, the blood-stained scene seemed still before his eyes—the White-Robed Divine King departing alone in sorrow, carrying the body of Caiyun Fairy in his arms. That back view had never let Ye Fan let go.
"Don't act rashly. Everything is still under control." Suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart. Ye Fan was stunned... it was from the Divine King.
Still under control... What else could there be?
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a sound like heaven and earth splitting apart erupted. A dazzling golden light cut through the vast land, coming from afar, resonating with the Heavenly Dao!
At this moment, it startled the entire northern region. Like an eternal divine radiance, it illuminated mountains and rivers, entering the Jade Pool.
"The God-Sealing List! It's the God-Sealing List! It has appeared again!"
At this moment, everyone cried out in shock, utterly astonished.
Especially the ancient clans, all their faces turned ashen. Facing the artifact of the most dominant Great Emperor in human history, everyone felt their hair stand on end.
"How can this be?" Even the ancient kings were terrified, their colors changing, because they sensed the supreme aura of an ancient Great Emperor.
"Fake. It's not real," Zi Lin Saint King said.
"Boom!"
The God-Sealing List transformed into a golden lightning bolt, descending from the heavens with unmatched might, like the hand of an ancient Great Emperor pressing down. Even an existence that could endure through countless kalpas would turn to ash.
"Ah..."
A terrified scream. Unable to resist at all, Zi Lin Saint King was struck by the golden light and turned to ash in an instant, dying completely.
Then, the four ancient kings who had come with him were also sealed, all turning to dust in the first moment, erased from existence.
Not long ago, they had spoken of the human race being as weak as ants, their words sharp and harsh. Now, they had met such an end.
"It really is the aura of an ancient Great Emperor! How can this be?" All the ancient kings were terrified.
"Boom!"
The God-Sealing List, radiant and brilliant, illuminated ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers. It pressed down again, and the Twin Saint Kings turned to ash, not even able to let out a groan before being killed.
Too shocking! In the blink of an eye, three Saint Kings and four ancient kings had died violently.
"Hum!"
The void trembled. The ancient kings who had just utterly humiliated the human race, claiming that in ancient times humans barely survived and served stronger races as masters, all screamed in terror.
But nothing could be changed. The God-Sealing List descended from the heavens, domineering and powerful, killing them all, turning them to dust!
"The shame of our ancestors—the ancient Great Emperor cleanses it!" the White-Robed Divine King roared.
Other human cultivators were also stirred, shouting in unison.
"The ancient Great Emperor has manifested! Emperor Wu Shi is still alive!"
"Wash away the humiliation! Kill them all!"
On the Heaven-Reaching Platform, a great roar erupted. Many were so moved they wept.
"Boom!"
The God-Sealing List, radiant with ten thousand beams of light, descended again, pressing down on the Fallen Heavenly King. The nine ancient ferocious beasts turned to smoke and ash, and the ancient war chariot collapsed.
"Ah..."
The Fallen Heavenly King, that dominant existence, could only let out an unwilling roar, but he was powerless to resist. That eternal golden holy light killed everything.
"Pfft!"
The divine list pressed down mercilessly. The ancient era's invincible giant exploded, his blood evaporating, then turning to ashes!
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