The God of Heavens

Chapter 183 Return of Yao Guang

The sacred land of Yaoguang is shrouded in mist and clouds. In the distance, a majestic mountain floats in the sea of ​​clouds, appearing and disappearing, its grandeur tinged with ethereal beauty, like a fairyland painting.

"boom--"

The Temple of the Sun broke through the clouds, and the Fire Phoenix Ancestral King spread its wings and cried out, its holy might sweeping across thousands of miles. The entire holy land trembled, spiritual springs gushed forth, and ancient trees swayed.

"Who dares to trespass into the sacred land of Yao Guang?!"

A clear shout, like a thunderclap, rang out. The Holy Lord Li Daoqing arrived, his purple-gold Daoist robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by one hundred and eight divine halos. Upon seeing the figure before the hall, his stern expression instantly melted away.

"Holy Son, you've returned!"

In an instant, the entire holy land was in an uproar.

"Shuashuashua——"

Dozens of streaks of light pierced the sky. The Supreme Elder Zhang Lingshu arrived first, his white beard flowing, his hands trembling slightly with excitement: "Good! Good riddance!"

Yao Xi, dressed in white, arrived under the moonlight. Her dark, gem-like eyes rippled with emotion, and her lips parted slightly: "Junior Brother." Her voice was like a clear spring, but then abruptly stopped.

A familiar bark came from afar. Ye Fan arrived on a rainbow, his large black dog standing on its hind legs, front paws on its hips: "Woof! You finally came back from your trip to the Purple Star!"

Lin Yu chuckled: "I've maintained contact with others in Ziwei, and we've always kept in touch in Taixu Sacred Realm."

"They didn't even bother to take us along," the Black Emperor grumbled in dissatisfaction. Although they had learned some things about the Purple Star Ancient Star through the Taixu Sacred Realm, they ultimately hadn't been able to participate in person.

Lin Yu glanced at it: "Why bring you bunch of burdens along? The four little ones are at least Saint-level beings, capable of surviving in the cosmos. If you go, you'll waste countless hours cultivating just going back and forth."

The crowd laughed heartily upon hearing this, and escorted Lin Yu and his group toward the eternally unfallen divine city of the Yao Guang Holy Land. Palaces stood in rows, their carved beams and painted rafters gleaming in the divine light.

Soon, they arrived at a magnificent palace shrouded in purple mist. The interior was exquisitely furnished, and a delicate fragrance permeated the hall, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

After everyone was seated, their gazes fell on the new faces behind Lin Yu. The four little ones were already acquaintances, but the Fire Phoenix Ancestor King and Jiang Xinxin were meeting for the first time.

Jiang Xinxin was about twelve or thirteen years old, her body radiating the holy power of the sun. Standing with the four children, they resembled a pair of golden boys and jade girls. The Fire Phoenix Ancestor King, on the other hand, had transformed into human form, wearing a crimson-gold feather robe, and possessed an extraordinary and refined temperament.

The Fire Phoenix Ancestor King stepped forward, his expression solemn, and respectfully bowed, saying, "I am the Ancestor King of the Primordial Fire Phoenix Clan. I am fortunate to have received help from Fellow Daoist Lin Yu to sever my karmic ties. Now that my mind is clear, I realize that all the things of the past were grievances. From now on, I only wish to follow Fellow Daoist, devote myself to cultivation, and make amends for my mistakes."

She spoke at length about her gratitude, her eyes filled with a pious devotion that was unsettling.

Lin Yu's forehead creased with annoyance, and he quickly flicked his sleeve to retract her. The effect of this Divine Speed ​​Technique seemed a bit too much.

With a flick of his sleeve, he put away the Fire Phoenix Ancestral King.

"Ahem, this person is an ancient creature, which I later subdued. You can just treat her as my subordinate," Lin Yu explained casually.

The people present exchanged knowing glances—is your "subjugation" serious?

Fortunately, Jiang Xinxin's appearance diverted attention. The little girl gracefully bowed: "Jiang Xinxin of the Sun God Sect greets all seniors." Her body was surrounded by the holy power of the sun, and standing with the four children, they looked like five golden boys and jade girls.

Purple mist rose within the hall. Lin Yu sat in the main seat, lightly tapping the table with his fingertips, and recounted the history of the ancient star Ziwei in a deep voice.

"Initially, I was searching for Laozi's legacy in Luzhou..." Lin Yu's voice was steady and powerful, but when he spoke of the Sun God Sect being oppressed by the Golden Crow Clan, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

"How could such a powerful force have fallen to this state?" Elder Zhang Lingshu was greatly shocked, his voice hoarse. "Where is the legacy left behind by the Human Emperor?"

"The imperial weapons of both religions have long been lost." Lin Yu's tone was calm, but it made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Impossible!" Li Daoqing exclaimed in shock, his deep eyes narrowing violently. "The Imperial Weapon possesses a spirit, and it has an ancestral summoning method; no one can seize it!" Lin Yu's gaze swept over the crowd as he slowly recounted that long-forgotten history. The Sun lineage suffered a great calamity, with a quasi-emperor at the height of his power falling, and the Taiyin Divine Sect also suffering heavy losses. When he spoke of the Duanmu clan using the skulls of Taiyin clan members to forge weapons and cultivating the Nether Bamboo with their flesh and blood, the entire hall erupted in a murderous aura.

The crowd slammed their fists on the table, eager to grab the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron and annihilate the two clans. Holy Lord Li Daoqing's face was ashen, and his one hundred and eight divine rings trembled violently.

The Black Emperor bared his teeth and said menacingly, "I will definitely bite their throats off!"

In an instant, Lin Yu changed the subject, speaking of Lao Tzu's legacy, and the purple-gold gourd soared into the air. A quasi-emperor's aura swept through the hall, and Lao Tzu's Dao patterns flowed and shone brightly. Ye Fan's expression changed drastically, and golden blood uncontrollably overflowed from his body.

When the destruction of the Fusang Divine Tree Kingdom was mentioned, cheers resounded throughout the hall. The Black Emperor rolled around on the floor in excitement, leaving claw marks on the jade floor. When the Golden Crow Banquet was brought up, everyone sighed with regret.

Lin Yu laughed loudly, and with a flick of his sleeve, dozens of pieces of crimson jade sealing the essence of the Golden Crow floated in the air, each as dazzling as a small sun. The crowd's worries turned to joy, and they all bowed and thanked him.

In the projection of the Great Void Sacred Realm, Lin Yu's heroic figure, wielding the Devouring Demon Jar and with the Purple-Gold Gourd atop his head, held everyone's breath. The scene showed chaotic energy sweeping across the eight wastelands, and the ancient beings of the Duanmu clan being reduced to ashes under the oppressive power of the imperial weapon.

Ye Fan's eyes flashed with golden light: "Two Emperor-level weapons appearing simultaneously, what kind of power is this!"

The scene shifts again, showing the millennia-old ice of the Ice Demon Palace crumbling inch by inch under the divine power of the Purple-Gold Gourd; the Myriad Demon Array of the Heavenly Demon Alliance being forcibly refined by the Devouring Demon Jar; and the Quasi-Emperor Array Patterns of the Longevity Temple collapsing in the chaotic energy. Finally, all the Sages of Ziwei bowed their heads, jointly venerating Lin Yu as the Lord of Ziwei.

The Black Emperor stood upright, his dog eyes wide with fury: "Woof! You brat, you actually conquered the entire Ziwei Ancient Star?"

Yao Xi's lips parted slightly, her black gem-like eyes sparkling with wonder.

Holy Lord Li Daoqing slowly rose, and all one hundred and eight divine rings simultaneously shone brilliantly: "Good! Good! Good!" He uttered three "good"s in a row, his voice shaking the beams of the hall. "This is truly worthy of the prestige of my Holy Son Yao Guang!"

Lin Yu glanced around at everyone in the hall, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Besides these gains, I also brought back some helpers from this trip to Ziwei."

With a flick of his sleeve, ripples spread through the void. Forty-three terrifying auras suddenly descended, causing the entire hall to tremble violently.

"This...this is..." Elder Zhang Lingshu's teacup shattered on the ground with a "crack".

In an instant, dozens of figures appeared in the hall, each radiating a suffocating holy aura. Some had dragon heads, some had nine eyes, some resembled a divine phoenix, and some were indistinguishable from humans.

The moment these ancient ancestral kings appeared, their terrifying holy might pressed down like mountains. The elders of the first level of the Sendai realm immediately turned pale, struggling to breathe, and several with weaker cultivation levels even knelt on the ground.

"This...this is an existence at the level of an ancient sage!" A senior elder's voice trembled.

Black Emperor's fur stood on end: "Woof! I feel that the Dragon-Headed Saint could crush me with a single glance!"

Yao Xi's beautiful eyes widened, and her red lips parted slightly: "These...these saints are all going to join my Yao Guang Holy Land?"

The 108 divine halos surrounding Holy Lord Li Daoqing trembled violently, revealing the extreme shock within him. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Forty-three... Saints?!"

His voice trembled slightly. It should be noted that the entire Yao Guang Holy Land possessed only a handful of powerful Saints.

Black Emperor stood upright, his dog eyes wide open: "Woof! Did you destroy the lair of the ancient races?"

The leading ancestral king of the Haolong clan stepped forward, his voice booming like thunder: "We have come to serve the Yaoguang Holy Land by order of our lord."

Yao Xi's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration as she said softly, "Junior brother, your gesture is a bit too extravagant."

Lin Yu smiled calmly: "They are just some ancient ancestral kings that we subdued along the way." He turned to the ancestral kings and said, "You should restrain your auras and not frighten the juniors of the Holy Land."

Silver Horned Ancestral King bowed in agreement, his holy aura immediately receding. Even so, the subtle yet palpable pressure still sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)