The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 83 The Birth of the Primordial King
"Heavens! The Little Celestial Venerable has reappeared in the Central Region of the Eastern Wilderness and killed nine assassins from the mortal world who had reached the Great Perfection of the Dragon Transformation Realm. He is now invincible in the Dragon Transformation Realm!"

"Hell also mobilized, wanting to take his head. Three half-step great beings were also killed by him outside Zhenxian City."

"The extraordinary phenomenon of the Little Celestial Venerable is too terrifying. Four chaotic divine pillars suppress the world, and none of the five assassins from the Divine Dynasty who made the move escaped!"

"This is insane! Even a powerful being was mobilized, but he died under the Little Celestial Venerable's Dragon Transformation Tribulation. He hadn't even reached the Great Perfection of Dragon Transformation yet!"

"Many young talents in the Central Region are preparing to set off to see him. It is said that he is going to the Tai Xuan Sect."

Amidst the frenzied spread of the rumors by the Passerby Emperor, Ning Qingyi continued to stir up trouble in the Eastern Wilderness, and just as he had said before, he entered the Ancient City of Looking Sky.

It is ranked alongside Zitiandu and Zhenxiancheng as one of the ten ancient cities in the central region. There is a high platform in the city where the Great Emperor Wushi used to gaze at the boundless starry sky for an entire night, inspiring endless reverie.

Once Ning Qing entered the ancient city, she asked a passerby for directions and then headed to the Wangkong Ancient Terrace in the center of the ancient city.

"It's him, Little Celestial Venerable! He really came here!"

"Many great religious leaders are waiting for him; who knows what will happen?"

There are many restaurants in the center of the ancient city, all of which are booming and have a lot of people coming and going. Before Ning Qingyi could decide where to go, a young man walked over.

"Greetings, Little Celestial Venerable. I am He Wushuang. I have long heard that you will be passing through Zhongzhou. Many fellow cultivators are looking forward to your arrival. I wonder if you would do me the honor of joining us?" He Wushuang had white hair and wore a Taoist robe with crane patterns, exuding an otherworldly air.

"The current young master of the Crane Clan is said to be no less powerful than the Golden-Winged Roc King," a passerby revealed his background.

After the great turmoil of the past, ten thousand powerful demons went into seclusion in the central region of the Eastern Wilderness. The patriarch of the Crane Clan was an ancient sage who looked down upon the Eastern Wilderness and chose the Ancient City of Skyward as his residence, so naturally no one dared to object. To this day, it can almost be said that the Crane Clan is the master of this city.

"It's impossible."

Although Ning Qingyi found the name somewhat jarring, she gladly accepted the invitation and, led by He Wushuang, arrived at the top floor of the restaurant.

Upon entering, one is immediately met with a barrage of gazes—curiosity, eagerness, admiration, and a touch of malice.

"Little Celestial Venerable, please allow me to introduce you." He Wushuang greeted everyone with a smile.

The first to be affected was a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a phoenix mask.

She was graceful and beautiful, with fair skin and jade-like bones. She wore a bright five-colored robe that flowed with a layer of crystal radiance. She was incomparably holy and flawless. Her whole body shimmered with light and was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at her.

"This is Feng Huang, the dazzling jewel of the Feng family. She created divine arts at the age of thirteen and once fought to a draw with the Golden-Winged Roc King, a hero of my demon race..." As He Wushuang introduced her, he suddenly remembered that the Golden-Winged Roc King was Ning Qingyi's defeated opponent, and he couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Without a doubt, Feng Huang was a proud woman. She glared fiercely at He Wushuang with her phoenix eyes and said, "I am Feng Huang."

Young ladies of the fourth level who had never been beaten could be slapped one by one.

After Ning Qingyi put on the label, she nodded slightly and said calmly, "Greetings, Miss Feng."

He Wushuang naturally knew Fenghuang's temperament, so he quickly continued to introduce her: "This is Zhang Daoyuan, the new Holy Son of Dao Yi Holy Land!"

The Holy Maiden and Holy Son Li Donglai from the Dao Yi Holy Land also went to explore the Immortal Tomb. According to the only Holy Maiden from Dao Yi who came out alive, Holy Son Li Donglai and two living fossils of the Holy Land died at the hands of Yin Corpses.

Therefore, in the battle for the Holy Son qualification, Zhang Daoyuan defeated the other candidates for Holy Son and became the new Holy Son of the Holy Land.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ning." Zhang Daoyuan had a mature appearance and was considered one of the older among his peers, yet he had not yet broken through to the Dragon Transformation Realm, far inferior to the former Holy Son Li Donglai. Facing Ning Qingyi, he neither showed any amicable nor hostile attitude, remaining perfectly respectful.

"I've met Fellow Daoist Zhang." Ning Qingyi replied in a similarly indifferent tone.

He Wushuang continued his introduction, including the ten disciples of the Ziwei Sect, the candidate holy sons of the Wanchu Holy Land, and many other young talents from other forces. He gave a detailed introduction to each of them, showing that he was a very shrewd and capable person.

After several rounds of drinks, someone finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Little Celestial Venerable, I heard that it was because you opened an ancient coffin in the Immortal Tomb that everyone was able to catch their breath. Is that true or not?"

Ning Qing looked over and saw that the one who spoke was the candidate for Holy Son of the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land.

"That secret place was irrigated by the Yellow Springs water, so its spiritual energy was abundant, nurturing many medicinal kings. Unfortunately, greed is insatiable, and there were always people who wanted to test it, which ultimately led to a great disaster." Ning Qingyi recounted the story.

In fact, this is a fact that many survivors tacitly agree on; otherwise, Ning Qingyi would have been labeled as someone who had been tricked and killed long ago.

"As for that ancient coffin, it seems to belong to the owner of the secret realm, but unfortunately it's just a cenotaph with nothing inside. Only the residual aura intimidated the Yin Corpses in the secret realm, allowing us to escape."

Everyone was silent.

“My Holy Son Li Donglai has also perished in the Immortal Tomb. It’s such a pity…” Zhang Daoyuan, the new Holy Son of Dao Yi Holy Land, couldn’t help but sigh.

This drew everyone's attention, since if Li Donglai hadn't died, he wouldn't be sitting here.

After a brief silence, He Wushuang quickly picked up the conversation again, making the banquet lively once more. Along the way, many people inquired about the Assassin Dynasty, and Ning Qingyi answered truthfully, drawing gasps of amazement from the crowd.

Dragon Transformation Immortal Slayer Platform!

This shows that Ning Qingyi's breakthrough in cultivation was not simply due to speed, but rather that he truly possessed invincible combat power at the Dragon Transformation Realm, which enabled him to achieve this level.

"Something terrible has happened! The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land has clashed with the Primordial Clan outside the city!" came the voice of a passerby emperor.

"It's Zi Tiandu, the current young master of Shenling Valley. What terrifying cultivation! He actually crushed a top-tier expert with one hand!"

During the banquet, He Wushuang could no longer sit still, her expression anxious.

"What! I was wondering why the Holy Son Yu from the Purple Mansion Holy Land didn't come. Did he encounter the Primordial Clan instead?!"

The young talents from various factions at the banquet wore somber expressions; the Primordial Clan was a problem that had become increasingly difficult to address recently.

In the Northern Region, legends that were once rare to see, only occasionally glimpsed in the Divine Source, have sprung up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain after the appearance of the Undying Heavenly Blade.

Apart from a few holy lands and aristocratic families that possessed supreme imperial weapons, many other forces had to give way. Many of the most valuable mines in the Eastern Wilderness were taken away, resulting in heavy losses in a short period of time.

Fortunately, the presence of the Quasi-Emperor of Yaochi prevented many deaths. The ancient clans expanded their territory through gambling and combat, and did not kill other clansmen indiscriminately. Overall, it was just a conflict of interest.

Many ancient races also entered the world, witnessed the flourishing human race, and took the initiative to befriend the human race.

The Valley of the Gods is located in a vast expanse of red earth stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles between the central and northern regions of the Eastern Wilderness. Naturally, their homeland is teeming with life, lush and verdant, making it an excellent source of life.

But what's truly alarming isn't this, but rather its close ties with the Northern Plains Royal Family and the Golden Family, making it a rather unique clan. "The Purple Mansion Saint Son suffered a crushing defeat, and his black gourd fell into the hands of the current young master of the Divine Spirit Valley."

Before everyone could reach a conclusion, news of the Purple Mansion Saint's defeat arrived.

"Fellow Daoists, as the host of this place, I cannot stand idly by and watch the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion be born. I will go first, and I hope that you fellow Daoists will remember the greater good and join me in lending a helping hand." He Wushuang cupped his hands earnestly, then glanced at Ning Qingyi, and took the lead and walked out.

Everyone was also unsettled by these two pieces of news, and hurriedly followed He Wushuang out, except for Ning Qingyi who remained seated.

"The black gourd, I remember it was a remnant of an imperial weapon..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he understood the young master of Shenling Valley's plan: he must be using this as an excuse to seize the weapon.

Ning Qing stood up and followed behind the group, which relieved the many talents who had been watching him with their divine senses. After all, the other party was an ancient clan member who had defeated a top-level expert with one hand. If the Little Celestial Venerable did not come along and they were to try to reason with him, the group was really unsure of themselves.

A group of people left the city and soon saw a large crowd surrounding them.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land lay on the ground in a miserable state, and the supreme expert of the Purple Mansion Holy Land who protected him also looked dejected, his Daoist robes stained with blood.

Opposite them, a purple chariot hovered in the air, pulled by nine ancient behemoths, each as large as a small mountain, their terrifying aura sending shivers down one's spine.

On the chariot stood three members of the Primordial Race, their expressions full of disdain.

Two ancient race members were driving the carriage. One of them had red hair, fangs, and crocodile scales all over his body, while the other looked like a flying silver yaksha. Both of them had very high cultivation levels, reaching the second level of the Sendai realm, and exuded a murderous aura.

As for the seated ancient clansmen, they were quite different from these two.

He had a full head of purple hair and his eyes also shone with a terrifying purple light, but he was a humanoid creature with a heroic face and a tall stature. If it were not revealed, it would be absolutely difficult to tell that he was from an ancient race.

"Little Celestial Venerable is here. Will he clash with the Primordial Clan?" The crowd also turned their attention to Ning Qingyi and became excited.

Although the human race and all other races are generally at peace now, the tragic plight of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land still evokes a sense of shared hatred and indignation.

“Little Celestial Venerable, this is Zi Tiandu, the young master of Divine Spirit Valley.” He Wushuang was overjoyed to see Ning Qingyi arrive.

At the same time, three members of the Primordial Clan on the chariot also caught the sound below. They chattered a few words in the Primordial Language, and then Zi Tiandu's voice came from the chariot.

"Oh, so you're Ning Qingyi, the Little Celestial Venerable of the Human Race? Your cultivation has actually reached the sixth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm. Not bad, not bad. Come up here and let me see you." Zi Tiandu's voice was calm, but everyone could hear the contempt in his words.

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.

"Although the young Celestial Venerable is incredibly brave, he has ultimately had too few years of cultivation, and his cultivation level hasn't kept up..."

"If we don't stay calm, we'll suffer a great loss... The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion only ended up like this because of a few words."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at Ning Qingyi. This was the general public's sentiment: a mixture of hope and concern for the future of human heroes.

Several of the young talents who had been drinking with him earlier now had gloating expressions on their faces.

Ning Qingyi looked at the ancient war chariot in the sky, met Zi Tiandu's extremely dark purple eyes, suddenly smiled lightly, and then scolded: "What are you? You dare to ask me to come forward and meet you? You're not even a saint, yet you dare to bark at me!"

Everyone fell silent, stunned, suddenly remembering Ning Qingyi's arrogant and domineering behavior when he was first born.

"This... Little Celestial Venerable is too arrogant."

"Well said! I've been annoyed with these ancient races for a long time."

The peerless jewel of the Wind Clan, upon witnessing this scene, had a flicker of admiration in his eyes, but couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that Ning Qingyi was far too arrogant.

On the chariot, the expressions of several ancient clansmen darkened. Their terrifying cultivation transformed into tangible pressure, even causing the celestial phenomena to change.

Zi Tiandu laughed in anger: "Very well, I used to know Wang Teng. I heard that he was defeated by you. I thought he was a proud and arrogant person. I didn't expect him to be such an arrogant scoundrel."

Ning Qingyi coldly said, "Hmph! The successor of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor actually associates with someone like you. It's a disgrace to us all. Next time I see Wang Teng, I will make him relinquish the Emperor's inheritance. What a waste of talent!"

"As for you, instead of getting down right away, you made me look up at you. I think you don't care about your life!"

Ning Qingyi didn't give him the slightest bit of kindness, nor did he intend to give him any fairness. The Primordial Azure Gold Pagoda flew out from the Sea of ​​Wheels, the Divine Source Lake burned again, and the Quasi-Emperor Artifact began to revive.

Zi Tiandu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, "A Supreme Artifact!"

In an instant, all directions resonated, and a chilling aura permeated the heavens and the earth. The Primordial Azure Gold Pagoda emitted an immortal blue and green radiance, as if it wanted to sweep everything into ashes.

Ning Qingyi did not continue to attack, but instead looked at him coldly.

Zi Tiandu's face turned pale and then red, knowing that this was a threat. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, watching the quasi-emperor Hui being crushed inch by inch.

"boom!"

The moment he stepped out of the chariot, the quasi-emperor weapon unleashed its divine radiance, annihilating the ancient chariot and leaving the two ancient race members driving it trembling with fear.

"If you dare to make me look up to you again when we meet, you will be my enemy," Ning Qingyi rebuked.

Zi Tiandu's face was grim. He wanted to say something harsh, but in the end, he didn't dare to say anything.

"This is the most outstanding successor of the human race in this generation. He has a fiery temper and doesn't even put my ancient royal family, the Divine Spirit Valley, in his eyes. Doesn't he know that this will bring him to his death?"

Zi Tiandu's expression brightened with joy. In the next instant, a figure appeared from the void and walked over step by step.

This was a humanoid creature with dozens of pairs of wings on its back and a pair of dragon claws, exuding an aura that shook the heavens and the earth. From afar, it resembled a raging flood, its blood-red energy piercing the sky, like a giant golden furnace.

Holy Might!

The irresistible divine might!
No one expected that Zi Tiandu's trip would be secretly accompanied by the Ancestral King of Shenling Valley. In that instant, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Is it really that impressive that a power whose ancestors never even produced a Great Emperor, or even a Quasi-Emperor level expert?"

Ning Qingyi protected himself with the Primordial Lapis Lazuli Pagoda, feeling completely fearless.

(End of this chapter)