Chapter 280
The Second Human Saint
Chapter 280 The Second Human Saint
In the vast chaos, there was celestial lightning carrying the lingering echoes of creation. The boundless and magnificent lightning illuminated the entire star field, shining through the long river of time since the beginning of the universe—the ultimate power that existed only at the dawn of the cosmos. This was Heaven's ultimate rejection of the acquired chaotic body, a celestial annihilation aimed at completely eradicating this heaven-defying physique—only by enduring destruction time and again, and recreating the world from the brink of despair, could one truly transform the acquired into the innate, achieving a flawless chaotic Dao body.
The cataclysmic calamity of creation still roared and thundered, yet the dust, light rain, flesh, and primordial spirits scattered into chaos slowly gathered together amidst the lightning. The birth and death of plants, insects, fish, and insects; the traces of immortals and ancient saints; the rotation of the sun, moon, and stars; the primordial changes of the universe… countless imprints of heaven and earth were etched bit by bit into the reunited scroll by the celestial lightning of creation. The scroll slowly rose and fell before Zixia's brow, appearing to be only a foot square, yet within it seemed to contain an entire real, ever-evolving universe.
"The Way! The Way! The Way!"
Three profound pronouncements echoed from within the painting. Within the painting, Zixia's Daoist form slowly opened her eyes, sitting cross-legged in the chaotic world at the center of the scroll. Each pronouncement was beautiful and ancient, as if it had resounded since the beginning of time, from the moment the world was created, piercing through endless time and landing in the present.
Within that shout, a true deity was born from the scroll, condensing an immortal will. From that moment on, the two divine blades imbued with murderous intent vanished from the world, leaving only this supreme scroll that carried all of Zixia's Daoist essence, divine soul, and flesh and blood, officially becoming an immortal holy weapon!
boom!
Suddenly, countless chaotic energies descended from the scroll, creating a hazy, sky-obscuring expanse. Each wisp of chaotic energy possessed the weight of the universe, capable of leveling mountains and shattering stars when swept outwards, and forming barriers and resisting all laws when it fell. When it completely transformed and sublimated to perfection, the raging lightning could no longer harm it in the slightest.
As the scroll hung steadily above Zixia's head, countless wisps of chaotic energy descended, protecting her within, truly achieving impenetrability and unbreakability. No matter how the lightning roared or the tribulation clouds surged outside, all the power of heavenly punishment was firmly blocked outside the chaotic light barrier, unable to approach her even slightly.
But the tribulation was not over.
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In the sacred land of Yaochi, only Ye Fan remained on the Dao Platform. Zixia faced all the kings alone, killing so many of them. She also devised a plan to banish the saints who were hostile to the human race to the void. Her blood stained the Dao Platform red. A single drop of such blood could kill a powerful being!
The ancient tribes present were all stunned.
"Can we continue our discussion?" The contemporary Queen Mother of the West took charge.
The entire room fell silent.
No one from the ancient tribes dared to speak out, all stunned by the devastating results of the battle.
The once high and mighty ancestral king was wiped out like a blade of grass, leaving not even his bones behind.
This place is no longer a place for negotiations, but a battlefield forged in blood, a hell that terrifies all races!
"What are you afraid of?!" A cold shout boomed from the sky. "A disgrace to the ancient races!"
Five dazzling beams of light tore through the sky and descended from the depths of the universe.
The leader, with flowing purple hair, a tall stature, and a face that resembled that of a human, exuded boundless majesty. His eyes flashed like lightning, and his aura was vast and powerful; he was clearly a Saint King!
The four figures following behind were also ancient king-level beings. Although they were not as powerful as him, they were still enough to intimidate the surrounding area.
They chose to arrive at this most sensitive moment, with an aggressive demeanor, clearly indicating they came prepared.
"It's the Purple Fire Ancestral King! They are from the Myriad Dragon Nest!" someone exclaimed.
The Emperor's son bowed to him from afar. His father was a formidable figure, an ancient sage who could look down upon the entire ancient star. It was rumored that his brother and father sealed the human demon in the ancient times.
Since he was able to come here, it means that several ancient clans' great saints have taken action. He has nothing to fear, the Heavenly Emperor Prince thought to himself.
"It is a pipe dream for the human race to stand on equal footing with the ancient race! You are so weak, yet you occupy the entire land. It would be a miracle if you were not wiped out."
This is a very serious real problem, and the root of the conflict lies here. In ancient times, the human race was weak and lived in a remote corner. Now, they have suddenly become the masters of this land, and after all races have awakened, they naturally want to kill each other.
The Purple Fire Ancestral King waved his hand at the Heavenly Emperor's son, insisting, and then said, "Humans! They are nothing but blood sacrifices!"
"boom!"
At that very moment, the Western Emperor Tower in the sky roared with thunder, unleashing towering columns of air as thick as mountains, seemingly intent on destroying all the ancient kings. However, Zi Huo, undeterred, gazed up at the heavens and said, "Jade Pool Holy Land, do you really dare to make a move? There are two ancient imperial weapons outside already aimed at this place!"
The scene was completely silent. It had come to this point; the situation was extremely serious. The weapons of the ancient emperors were all laid out, and a terrible battle could break out if they were not careful.
This collision was almost apocalyptic, and no one could imagine how terrible the consequences would be.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a footstep sounded from the ends of the earth, merging with the pulse of the world. He became one with heaven and earth, dressed in white without a speck of dust, otherworldly and refined, with a handsome face, a resolute countenance, and unparalleled elegance, like a celestial king being born.
Ye Fan was also excited; upon seeing this person, even he couldn't help but shed tears.
"saint!"
"The second saint belonging to my human race!"
"boom--!!!"
The sky cracked open once more!
A dazzling golden light pierced the vast land, rushing from afar at an unimaginable speed. Wherever it passed, the heavens resonated in harmony, and all living beings bowed their heads!
"The Investiture of the Gods! It's the Investiture of the Gods again! It's reappeared!"
Everyone gasped in shock, especially the members of the various ancient factions, whose faces turned deathly pale.
Who wouldn't feel apprehensive facing the most powerful artifact left by the greatest emperor in history? That artifact was personally crafted by the Great Emperor Wushi, containing the sealing power of an entire hand!
"It's fake! It can't be real!" the Purple Fire Ancestral King roared, trying to calm the army's morale.
"BOOM—!!!"
The answer to him was the Investiture of the Gods itself!
It transformed into a golden lightning bolt, cleaving down from the heavens with unparalleled power, like the palm of an ancient emperor pressing down—
Even the most immortal beings will be reduced to ashes!
"what--!!!"
Before the Purple Fire Ancestral King could even scream, he was engulfed by the golden light, his physical body exploded into a bloody mist, and his primordial spirit was annihilated, leaving not even a trace behind!
Immediately afterwards, the other four ancient kings were also affected, all turning to ashes in the first instant and thus being removed from the list!
“If you kill us… ancient imperial troops will come crashing down and completely destroy Yaochi…” one of the surviving ancient kings said with difficulty, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his voice trembling.
"puff!"
The Investiture of the Gods descended once more, a flash of golden light, and he coughed up blood from all seven orifices, his body and soul annihilated!
"With the successive fall of ancestral kings, the aura of ancient emperors is emanating from them... Yaochi is truly audacious; could it be that she has used the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda?!"
(End of this chapter)