Chapter 266
Chapter 266
Chapter 266
"Outside... an ancient scroll stretches across the Northern Region, piercing the earth, radiating the power of the ultimate path!"
An ancient being stumbled into the Jade Pool Palace, trembling and breathing erratically, as if he had just escaped divine punishment. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his voice hoarse and raspy:
"A supreme being has been revived—the Great Emperor Wushi has returned!"
In an instant, the entire hall fell into deathly silence.
Even the Blood Phoenix Mountain Lord and the Fire Kirin Cave Ancestor, who considered themselves transcendent royal figures, suddenly changed color and stood up abruptly. They had traversed the ancient ages and seen countless storms, but at this moment they could no longer remain calm.
"What did you say?!" the Fire Kirin Cave Patriarch shouted, his voice trembling slightly. "Say it again!"
The messenger was still panting, and horror still lingered in his eyes:
"The outside world is in chaos! Rumors are spreading like wildfire among humans—the Great Emperor Wushi has been resurrected!"
"A golden ancient scroll emerged from the Central Region, forged from Dao Tribulation Gold. Its entire surface was dazzling and radiant, like an undying sun, stretching across the Northern Region's sky!"
Everyone followed his gaze and looked outside the hall—
At the edge of the sky, a golden light tore through the clouds!
That golden divine list swept across the sky at an unimaginable speed, its brilliance covering thousands of miles in a flash, so fast that even saints could not match it. It was like an eternal holy light, coming from the Central Plains, traversing the Three Thousand Realms, breaking through the Nine Heavens, and wherever it passed, auspicious omens rained down, as if reversing time and returning to the primordial era.
"This is... the aura of an ancient emperor!"
The phrase "the Investiture of the Gods has gone far away" did not linger for long before disappearing into the vast sky.
On this very day, in various parts of the Northern Region, the most powerful ancient royal families were filled with extreme fear and could hardly find peace. A golden ancient scroll stretched across the sky and appeared above their clans.
On the vast land, countless human cultivators were worshipping, kneeling for a long time, while the various ancient tribes were filled with fear and trepidation.
Inside the main hall of Yaochi, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Just moments ago, the golden divine scroll that traversed the northern region had aweed all living beings, silencing the ancient races and igniting the human race; but in the blink of an eye—
The Emperor's son stood up.
His posture was as upright as a divine sword drawn from its sheath. Nine divine rings suddenly appeared behind his head, swirling with five colors and countless rays of light, illuminating the entire hall as if a celestial realm had descended. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, containing the evolution of mountains and rivers and the changes of time. When he spoke, it was as powerful as thunder:
"I am the one who understands Wushi the most."
"What just appeared in the world was indeed the 'Investiture of the Gods' he left behind."
"But—Wu Shi is still alive? There's a trap! It's completely unbelievable!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in uproar!
All the humans' gazes turned cold, but the ancient race instantly perked up.
His words at this particular time and place were undoubtedly astonishing, immediately drawing everyone's attention and drawing everyone's gaze.
"All I want to say is that no matter how powerful an emperor is, he cannot live for more than a hundred years unless he has become an immortal!"
The Emperor's son was imposing and had a near-perfect appearance. Nine divine halos appeared behind him, and he was like a god. His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he looked down at the heroes in the hall and continued to speak.
"Who among your human race can prove whether immortals exist in this world?"
"The mark my father left me allows me to discern some heavenly secrets," he once asserted: "There are no immortals in this world! Only by entering the immortal realm can one truly take that step."
"But now that the Immortal Gate has not yet opened, how can the Great Emperor not die with the passage of time?"
"Furthermore, I can tell you clearly—"
"Wu Shi has already passed away peacefully."
"He died on the Purple Mountain Dao Platform exactly 80,000 years ago!"
The hall was deathly silent; even breathing seemed to freeze.
The Emperor's son slowly closed his eyes, as if reliving that night—
"At that time, although I was still in a deep slumber and my intelligence was not fully developed, as a descendant of an ancient god, I was most sensitive to the aura of life and death."
"On that day, heaven and earth shattered, the Great Dao wailed, and an indescribable aura crushed all the heavens throughout the ages—that was the ultimate shockwave when the Great Emperor turned to ashes!"
"He died... truly vanished, even his bones were worn away by time."
The Emperor's words shocked many people, and the hall fell silent; everyone was stunned.
He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on the entire human race present:
"You are filled with fear, afraid to face the truly strong."
"So, at great cost, they activated the forbidden artifact left behind by Wushi, fabricating a divine miracle in an attempt to suppress the various races with a mere illusion!" "Wishful thinking! Because—I know all too well that Wushi is dead!"
boom! ! !
These words struck the hearts of every human being like a heavy hammer blow.
Someone roared in retaliation:
"Nonsense! You weren't even born back then, how could you know the truth?!"
"Your father's tomb was occupied by Wushi, and you harbor resentment, slandering the Great Emperor's illustrious name. Your intentions are sinister!"
"Imperial might cannot be faked! That is the might of the ultimate realm! Who would dare to impersonate it?!"
But the word "immortal" caused the human race to doubt themselves. The cultivators who were just trembling with excitement because of the "reappearance of the emperor's might" were now pale and their hands and feet were cold.
Meanwhile, all the ancient tribes became excited, and many people asked questions loudly.
"Your Highness, is this true?"
Did Wushi really turn to ashes 80,000 years ago?
Chaos erupted within the magnificent ancient hall, with many ancient beings experiencing intense emotional turmoil.
The Emperor's son nodded seriously and said, "That's right, everything I said is true, because I was too close to that altar back then and personally sensed all of this!"
These words threw Yaochi into complete chaos. The ancient clans were overjoyed and discussed the matter extensively. Many people laughed loudly, as if the boulder that had been weighing on their hearts for thousands of years had finally shattered. If there really was a Great Emperor still alive, all their clans would be powerless to resist.
The human race, on the other hand, was shrouded in gloom, their morale plummeted, and many young men clenched their fists, their eyes filled with resentment and despair.
Just as people's hearts were in turmoil and all races were in an uproar, a clear and majestic voice came from the depths of the hall, like a cold spring striking jade, instantly suppressing all the noise—
"Wait a moment."
Everyone followed the sound.
Deep within the Jade Pool, the clouds and mist slowly dispersed, and a woman arrived, stepping on light.
She wore a moon-white robe, covered with a pale gold veil, and a jade crown. Her hair was like a waterfall of ink, her eyes like cold stars, and she was untouched by dust. Every gesture she made exuded supreme majesty.
It is the contemporary Western King
She stood atop the high platform, her gaze sweeping across the entire audience, her voice calm yet undeniably authoritative:
According to the "Ancient Records of the Western Emperors"—
"The Great Emperor Wushi once wanted to create a list called 'Suppressing Immortals' to seal away immortals and prevent them from causing chaos in the world."
When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked.
She continued, "True immortals are nowhere to be found in the world. Instead, in the ancient times, there were ancient beings who seemed to be 'gods' level and wreaked havoc on the world, so Wushi changed its name to the Investiture of the Gods."
She raised her hand and pointed to the slowly swirling golden scroll in the sky, her tone solemn:
"The golden light that just swept across the northern region was undoubtedly the Investiture of the Gods."
"It is said that this list contains the sealing power of one of his hands. Although he is not physically present, it is enough to intimidate all beings below the extreme level."
She abruptly changed the subject, her voice rising sharply:
"Have you ever wondered why the Investiture of the Gods has only appeared in the world today?"
"Why did it emerge from the Central Region and sweep across every inch of the Northern Region precisely at the time of the All Races Conference?"
"Indeed!" An old human sect leader suddenly stood up, his voice trembling. "Emperor Wushi was incredibly powerful. Legend has it that even before he became an emperor, he could catch an ultimate imperial weapon with his bare hands! Although he has not yet shown himself, just one of his relics is enough to make you all tremble with fear!"
"That golden light is sentient!" another powerful figure exclaimed excitedly. "It hovered over the ancient races for the longest time, clearly warning them—don't underestimate the human race!"
Human morale soared, and many stood tall with renewed hope in their eyes.
On the other hand, the ancient tribes began to look at each other in bewilderment. Some sneered, some remained silent, and some even quietly restrained their arrogant demeanor.
"The prince was actually quite sharp today, hitting the nail on the head. If it weren't for the Queen Mother of the West's intervention, the role of the Investiture of the Gods in manifesting in the world would have been greatly diminished!" Ji Zi sighed.
Ye Fan, standing to the side, became puzzled. The Sacred Cliff was fraught with danger, with each step a deadly trap. There was a killing formation personally set up by the Great Emperor Wushi. As for removing the Investiture of the Gods, it was even more difficult, as it was a celestial artifact refined by an ancient emperor, capable of bestowing titles upon gods.
"Could it be that the Taoist priest who was suppressed inside the Sacred Cliff has escaped?" Ye Fan's heart trembled, then he shook his head. It shouldn't be him, otherwise he wouldn't have helped the human race to intimidate the Northern Region.
(End of this chapter)