The God of Heavens

Chapter 205 The Ancient Royal Family Falls into the Trap
The sky over the Northern Regions has changed.

The once unfathomable Valley of the Gods was wiped out in a single day, removed from the genealogy of all races, and even its ancestral land was reduced to ruins. This outcome overturned everyone's understanding, leaving even many ancient clans in a daze—that was an ancient royal family!
Having survived since the ancient times, enduring the baptism of blood and fire, carving out a path to survival amidst the struggle for supremacy among myriad races, and ultimately being enshrined as a powerful royal family.

They have witnessed the most brutal wars, experienced the darkest turmoil, and even struggled to survive under the oppression of the ancient emperor, yet they have always stood firm.

But now, they have just awakened from the divine source and have not yet regained their ancient glory. They have been completely wiped out by the human race, which they once looked down on, a weak race that was on the verge of extinction several times in the ancient era!

"How can this be?"

The Bloodlight Clan's ancestral king stood atop a distant mountain, gazing at the ruins of the Valley of the Gods, his fingers trembling involuntarily. He remembered this race; in the ancient times, humans were merely one of the myriad races consumed by blood, so weak that they didn't even qualify to be slaves.

But now.
"The Holy Land of Yao Guang is truly terrifying!" A genius from an ancient clan exclaimed, his voice hoarse.

The impact of this battle was enormous! The Divine Valley was not a small clan, but a true ancient royal clan with a profound foundation and an ancestral king in charge. Yet, they couldn't even withstand a single day of the conquest by the Yao Guang Holy Land!
Even more terrifying is that the Yao Guang Holy Land didn't even use its supreme imperial weapons; it merely dispatched a few saints, along with those strange steel armors, and swept through the entire Divine Spirit Valley. If other supreme forces like the Ji family, the Jiang family, and Yaochi also possess similar resources, how could the ancient races possibly resist?

"Besides the ancient royal family, who can stop us?" Ancestral King murmured softly, his tone filled with unprecedented solemnity.

The northern region was shaken, and undercurrents surged.

Compared to the boiling passion of the human race, the ancient races fell into an eerie silence. Many ancient races that had been eager to make a move now restrained their arrogance and even took the initiative to withdraw their clansmen who were active outside, for fear of becoming the next target.

"The fate of Shenling Valley serves as a cautionary tale."

An ancient clan ancestor sighed and ordered the mountain to be closed off, no longer participating in any disputes.

The human cultivators were in an uproar!
"The Holy Land of Yao Guang truly lives up to its name as the ultimate path!"

"So what ancient royal family? They're nothing special!"

"Hahaha, that's great! Let's see if those ancient clans still dare to be arrogant!"

This battle truly established the prestige of the human race!

The ancient races no longer dared to underestimate the human race. Even the ancient royal families, who were once high and mighty, began to re-examine this race that they had regarded as ants.

It's just that some things we realize too late!
On the day of the great battle, the sky above the Valley of Gods was shattered, stretching for millions of miles!

The four little ones joined forces, their fists and palms radiating holy power, causing the physical body of the Ancestral King of Divine Spirit Valley to shatter, with purple blood flying everywhere. These Ancestral Kings, who were once powerful and influential in ancient times, were now being blasted around like sandbags, without even a chance to escape.

"what--!"

One of the Ancestral Kings had all eight arms severed and was punched through the chest by Jin Hao, his holy blood splattering across the sky.

"Wanlong Nest, save me!" another Ancestral King roared, desperately summoning his holy weapon for defense, but was shattered by Jin Yao's whip kick, half of his body exploding.

At this moment——

"hold head high--!"

The dragon's roar shattered the heavens, and a string of purple-gold bells flew in from beyond the realm, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long true dragon with its scales and claws flying, and its imperial aura covering the sky!

"The Great Sage Qianlun of the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest!"

That figure shone eternally; even before his true form arrived, the Great Sage's oppressive aura caused mountains and rivers to tremble. He coldly shouted, "Stop! The royal family cannot be insulted!"

However, the four little ones ignored him, and Jin Yao even took the opportunity to deliver an elbow strike, smashing the head of an ancestral king into his chest cavity.

"You're courting death!" Qianlun roared in fury, his true form descending, shattering the entire sky beneath his feet. He manifested the Primordial True Dragon Dharma Form, its tail sweeping down stars and pressing down upon the four little ones!

"boom--!"

At the critical moment, a white bone club smashed out from the void, a simple and unadorned strike that made the world lose its color!
"boom!"

Qianlun's dragon-shaped Dharma form was sent flying by a single blow, its scales shattered, and dragon blood rained down!

"Who?!" Qian Lun exclaimed in shock and anger.

The void cracked open, and an old man draped in animal skins, his hair disheveled like a tangle of grass, stepped out, a white bone club in his hand dripping with dragon blood.

"I heard you're going to bully children?" The old man, a demon, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "Coincidentally, I love eating dragons the most."

Qianlun's pupils constricted sharply: "It's you?! The ancient demon!"

What to do? The Great Sage Qianlun's face was gloomy, his purple hair was disheveled, and his mind was in utter turmoil. The demon had finally come knocking on his door.

"Are you humans really going to push things to the extreme?"

"If you're not satisfied, you can fight the old man. We're determined to destroy the Divine Spirit Valley." Jin Yao didn't back down and attacked even more ruthlessly, beating the Divine Spirit Valley's ancestral king to the point of being almost unrecognizable.

The Great Sage Qianlun's face was extremely gloomy, his long purple hair danced wildly, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Qianlun laughed angrily. "Then let's see who's more ruthless!"

"Clang—!!!" The Myriad Dragon Bell fully awakened, its purple light soaring into the sky. Each section of the bell resounded like a great bell, strung together to form a ten-thousand-foot-long purple dragon. The aura of imperial power swept across the land, causing the entire Northern Region to tremble. If this attack were to land, it would be enough to reduce the Northern Region to ruins!

"Afraid of you?!"

The old man's white hair danced wildly, and suddenly a heaven-shaking pressure erupted from his body. He grabbed with one hand, and the void cracked open, revealing a pitch-black demonic jar. The jar's mouth spewed chaos, as if it wanted to devour all of heaven and earth!

Then, the ultimate energy surged. Under the old man's control, it directly met Qianlun's Ten Thousand Dragon Bell.

The ancient emperor's sacred weapon has been revived, its supreme divine power surging forth like a great river flowing into the sea, roaring and crashing, like a red sun falling from the sky and striking the earth!
"You also have an ancient imperial weapon?" Qianlun's face darkened completely.

He struck first, not wanting the demon to have a chance. He was filled with fear, a deep-seated dread. The demon had nearly torn his father apart in his madness years ago, a memory that still sent chills down his spine.

Now that the old man has obtained an imperial weapon, it is beyond his expectations. The human race's major imperial weapons have not been touched, which means that the demons have found another imperial weapon.

"boom--!"

Without a word, the old man made his move. He held the jar in one hand, and with the other hand, his fingers were like a knife. A divine light that could cleave through eternity burst forth from his fingertips, colliding violently with the purple light of the Myriad Dragon Bell!
"Crack!"

The void shattered like a mirror, and a pitch-black crack spanning millions of miles appeared in the sky above the Northern Region, with chaotic energy cascading down like a waterfall. The aftershocks of the two supreme weapons swept in all directions; had this battle not erupted in outer space, the residual force of this single attack would have been enough to destroy several nations!
"puff!"

Qianlun coughed up blood, the Myriad Dragon Bell wailed, and the purple dragon phantom was torn to pieces by the demon jar. He was utterly horrified. Back then, the demon had almost torn his father apart with his bare hands, and now, wielding an imperial weapon, his ferocity was simply overwhelming!
"escape!"

The Great Sage Qianlun was utterly terrified. The purple light of the Myriad Dragon Bell surged, and he was about to tear through the void and escape.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, the void shattered, and Lin Yu stepped out, holding the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron. Extreme Dao energy flowed in his palm, and under his control, he directly blocked the Wanlong Bell, which was about to escape!

"Fellow Daoist, why are you so late!"

Lin Yu laughed, and the imperial weapon trembled slightly, bursting forth with billions of dark lights, like a reversed galaxy, darkening the sky. Only the light of the imperial cauldron illuminated the eight wastelands, and tens of millions of great dragons rushed out of the cauldron, roaring and shattering the void!
"Sizzle!"

Two supreme immortal lights collided, their aftershocks reaching deep into the universe. The beings of the Northern Region looked up and saw the sky torn open, a crack spanning millions of miles, with extraterrestrial stars exploding one after another, transforming into a dazzling rain of meteors.

"It's you! Weren't you in the Yao Guang Holy Land?"

Qianlun's expression changed drastically. He was covered in blood, his internal energy was boiling and restless, and the Myriad Dragon Bell, forged from divine purple gold, was shaking wildly, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot purple dragon that coiled around his body, no longer possessing the imperial majesty he had before.

"It's just a Dao body, you don't believe that, do you?"

Lin Yu teased, as countless strands of dark light cascaded down from the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron, making him appear both godlike and demonic.

He had long suspected that these ancient clans were not trustworthy, which was why he laid an ambush, and sure enough, he reaped a huge reward.

The Great Sage Qianlun's face was ashen, dragon blood continuously dripping from his wounds, each drop containing immense essence, yet now it could only evaporate and dissipate into the void. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if you kill me, the Myriad Dragon Bell will return to the clan! At that time, our clan's ancient emperor will be furious and will fight the human race to the death!"

“Two imperial weapons are indeed no match for royal weapons,” Lin Yu chuckled, then suddenly looked up, “What about three?”

"Qiang——!"

Crimson clouds soar into the sky, and the celestial phoenix cries out!
The entire star field was suddenly dyed with brilliant rainbow light, and a fiery red phoenix spread its wings and soared, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, burning the eight wastelands. Jiang Taixu, dressed in white, walked through the air holding the Hengyu Furnace, and the extreme Dao fire essence that spewed out from the furnace scorched and distorted the void.

"Hengyu Furnace?!" Qianlun's pupils shrank, and despair finally appeared in his eyes.

Three ultimate weapons sealed off the heavens and earth; this was a deadly trap!

"kill!"

Qianlun roared, fighting like a cornered beast. The Myriad Dragon Bell shone brightly with purple light, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long purple dragon that pounced on the demon, its roar shattering the stars!

"Boom!!!"

The shockwaves from the clash of imperial weapons swept across the universe, and countless star fields outside the realm lit up with dazzling light—the deathly flames of exploding stars!
"Jingle Bell--"

The Dragon Bell wailed as it flew backward, carrying Qianlun as it shattered countless meteorites. The Great Sage, disheveled and bleeding from his seven orifices, still frantically urged his imperial weapon upon itself:

"The gods have been resurrected!"

The spirit of the warrior within the Purple Gold Divine Bell has fully awakened, and a purple dragon larger than a star has coiled in the starry sky, with scenes of creation flowing between its opening and closing eyes.

however--

"Boom!"

The Devouring Demon Jar spewed out chaos, the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron suppressed all paths, and the Eternal Furnace burned away the eight wastelands! The three imperial weapons unleashed their power at the same time, as if three great emperors were attacking from afar, shattering the purple dragon phantom inch by inch.

"puff!"

Qianlun's entire body was bleeding from every pore, and his flesh was cracked like porcelain. He discovered in despair that even the void was completely sealed off, and messages could not be sent back to the Myriad Dragon Nest at all.

(End of this chapter)