The God of Heavens

Chapter 218 Talking about the Big Dipper, the Battle of Young Cultivators
When the experts from the Kunlun Sect arrived, all eyes turned to them. The young cultivators gazed at the two Kunlun masters, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Several of the most talented individuals of our time have arrived: Zhang Qingyang, Long Xiaoque, Huang Tiannv, and Kunlun Shuangyu. They are truly the best of their generation," an old cultivator sighed, stroking his beard.

"We're still missing Zhan Yifan," someone nearby chimed in.

Mentioning Zhan Yifan elicited varying expressions from the crowd. He hailed from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, a lineage specializing in swordsmanship and renowned for producing peerless sword immortals throughout history. Legend has it that his ancestor was the ancient sage Chisongzi, whose swordsmanship was profound, and who once cleaved down nine celestial stars with a single strike.

Soon, a chorus of exclamations rang out as more than a dozen sword lights pierced the sky and descended, where they were led by an old Taoist priest from the Shangqing School into a magnificent Taoist temple.

"Those are people from the Immortal Sword Sect of Shu. The young man among them must be the famous Zhan Yifan. Although he is not the number one expert of the younger generation, he is still one of the strongest among his peers."

Six top young masters gathered together, among whom Huang Tiannv and Yan Xiaoyu were the most popular. These two fairy-like figures attracted attention wherever they went, because humans are born with the common trait of appreciating beautiful things.

"The immortals' abode of the Qin and Han dynasties, the prime minister's residence of the Liang and Tang dynasties. A day in the cave is equivalent to a hundred years in the world."

An aged voice suddenly rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a tall, slender old Taoist priest talking to himself.

He wore a purple-gold crown and a Taoist robe with the Bagua symbol, an attire that is quite rare in this day and age.

"Heavens! It's Daoist Qi Ri!" an elderly cultivator suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "It's said he passed away over a hundred years ago, I never imagined he'd still be alive!"

These words shocked all the cultivators present. This was a figure of immense stature, said to be over 1,200 years old, a renowned master of supernatural powers.

Several elderly cultivators with white hair rushed forward to greet them, and their disciples also bowed respectfully.

"Such a grand event, how could this old Taoist not attend? Hearing about the suppression of the Crusaders has stirred the blood of even this old man. Since I don't have many days left anyway, if I can take a few Western bandits with me before I leave, then my life will not have been in vain."

Although these words were spoken casually, they sent a chilling sense of killing intent through the cultivators present.

"The leader of the Quanzhen School has arrived!" A loud shout suddenly rang out, followed by the melodious sounds of bells and drums echoing through the mountains.

As the leading force in Taoism today, Quanzhen Taoism dominates half of the Taoist landscape in the north. The presence of its leader immediately commanded the respect of everyone present.

"The Daoist Cultivators' Assembly, dormant for many years, is indeed extraordinary upon its resumption. The Kunlun Sect Leader, the Qi Ri Daoist, and the Quanzhen Sect Leader—these usually elusive figures—have all gathered here today."

As they were speaking, a crimson glow suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a clear, melodious phoenix cry resounded through the heavens. The patriarch of the Zhu Huang clan, along with the clan's most outstanding talents, gracefully arrived. Their fiery red plumage shone brightly in the morning sun, making them appear like a divine bird reborn from the ashes.

"The three Valley Masters of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley have arrived!" A commotion arose in the crowd. Three extraordinary demon clan powerhouses arrived together. The leader, the Crane Valley Master, was dressed in flowing white robes, followed by the Ape Spirit Valley Master and another mysterious and unpredictable Third Valley Master.

As the sun rose, golden rays bathed the misty manor, illuminating the entire venue in a dreamlike glow.

Experts from various major sects and demon races gathered together, their eyes fixed intently on the main venue, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

The stars in the sky suddenly brightened, and a tall, slender figure walked slowly towards them, stepping on the starlight.

He was a very handsome young man with a peaceful face and gentle eyes. In his eyes, it seemed as if there were galaxies turning and the creation of the world was happening and dying.

His steps were light, and with each step, a divine lotus bloomed in the void. There was no intimidating pressure, nor any overwhelming aura, yet he seemed to be one with heaven and earth, carrying the eternal and immortal Daoist charm.

No one knows who knelt down first, then a second, then a third, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Jade Emperor Peak was covered with a dark mass of kneeling people.

This was not forced, but rather stemmed from heartfelt reverence and piety. Even supreme beings like the Kunlun Sect Leader and the Qi Ri Daoist were clear-headed at this moment, and involuntarily bowed in respect.

“Jade Emperor,” someone murmured softly.

Lin Yu walked to the front of the crowd, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire scene. Deep within his eyes, it seemed as if the yin and yang energies were circulating, evolving the birth and death of all things.

At this moment, everyone felt an indescribable peace, as if they had returned to the purest state at the beginning of time.

"Please rise, everyone." Lin Yu's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Today's gathering is solely for the purpose of meeting fellow cultivators in the Central Plains."

As he spoke, he raised his hand in a gesture of support, and a gentle force lifted everyone up. Only then did they realize that their backs were soaked with cold sweat; the awe they had felt from the depths of their souls had made them forget to breathe.

Seeing that everyone's minds had calmed down, Lin Yu gently waved his hand. Inside the hall, the white jade tables and chairs shone brightly one after another, each table filled with spiritual fruits and immortal wines, and the misty spiritual energy transformed into seven-colored rays of light that flowed through the hall.

"This is... the Divine Spring of Longevity!?" Daoist Qi Ri carefully held the jade cup, afraid of spilling a single drop.

Before him, a glass cup held amber-colored divine spring water, steaming with seven-colored rays of light, its fragrant aroma intoxicating the soul.

He took a small sip, and instantly his white hair turned green, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The older generation of masters were all overjoyed, clearly not expecting to receive such a tremendous opportunity, especially the elderly who were nearing the end of their lives, who were ecstatic.

The younger generation was also overwhelmed with excitement. The divine spring had endless wonders, cleansing their bodies and strengthening their foundations. Although they did not need to extend their lives, they were still thrilled and overjoyed.

Countless spiritual fruits, all rare treasures on Earth, were laid out before them. Some were fiery red and translucent, shaped like crimson moons, while others resembled dragons and phoenixes, each with its own unique form. A refreshing fragrance, infused with rich essence, wafted towards them. "Ancient spiritual fruits?" Everyone's eyes widened in astonishment. Such things were extremely rare and sought-after on Earth.

Even for a top figure like Zhang Qingyang, a young generation figure, such as the Phoenix Goddess or the Kunlun Pisces, these rare treasures, which are seldom seen in ordinary times, are now available to everyone as if they were common fruits.

Lin Yu sat upright in the main seat, looking at the astonished expressions of the crowd, a faint smile appearing on his lips: "A simple feast has been prepared; please enjoy it to your heart's content."

As one delicacy after another was served, the entire hall was enveloped in a misty, spiritual atmosphere.

The older cultivators tried to remain calm, but their trembling beards betrayed their inner excitement. The younger cultivators, on the other hand, could hardly contain themselves, carefully holding the spiritual fruit, afraid of wasting even a single drop of its spiritual energy.

"I wonder what the world on the other side of the starry sky looks like?" A sect leader finally couldn't hold back and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Lin Yu's gaze was distant, as if piercing through the endless starry sky: "The Big Dipper and the five continents are vast and boundless. There, the life essence is like the sea, the laws of heaven and earth are complete, and now it is the golden age."

As he spoke, a magnificent scene unfolded in everyone's minds: kings rose up, geniuses vied for supremacy, and the bloodlines of ancient emperors and great emperors roamed the world. A sage's roar shattered mountains and rivers, and an unparalleled powerhouse reached out to pluck stars from the sky. Various legendary royal bodies emerged one after another, writing their legends beneath the dazzling starry sky.

"Such a prosperous era, I truly yearn for it!" Master Xuechen of Kunlun couldn't help but exclaim.

The young cultivators listened with rapt attention, their eyes gleaming with longing. Yan Xiaoyu unconsciously tightened her grip on the jade cup in her hand, while Huang Tiannu's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

Lin Yu looked around at everyone with a smile on his lips: "Today I have set up a martial arts arena where the younger generation can spar to their heart's content. If anyone can demonstrate extraordinary talent, I will certainly reward them handsomely."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly tapped the air with his fingertips. In an instant, the world changed, and everyone felt a blur before their eyes, finding themselves in a vast and boundless ancient battlefield.

This vast battle arena is stained with blood, riddled with knife marks and sword holes, and exudes an ancient aura, accompanied by a strong sense of slaughter.

"This is the Taixu Martial Arts Arena," Lin Yu's voice echoed in the void, "You may all fight freely without worrying about injury or death. The battle arena will protect your lives."

The young cultivators exchanged glances, both nervous and excited. The Kunlun Pisces looked at each other, and Yan Xiaoyu said softly, "Senior brother, this is a rare opportunity." Youwei Yu nodded slightly, a fighting spirit rising in his eyes.

Phoenix Goddess could no longer contain herself. Her red dress billowed as she leaped to the center of the battle platform, surveying the crowd: "Which fellow Daoist would be willing to offer their guidance?"

Lin Yu sat upright on the void throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest: "Let's begin."

A dazzling sword light pierced the sky, and the sword's cry resounded. Zhan Yifan of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect wielded a flying sword whose brilliance soared into the sky, cleaving through the clouds.

"You flatter me." Zhan Yifan cupped his hands, the twelve young masters already defeated by his sword, a three-inch flying sword hovering in the air. The blade was as clear as jade, emitting a chilling light.

At the other end of the battle stage, Long Xiaoque was like an ancient demon god resurrected, her demonic aura soaring into the sky, her purple blood energy shooting straight to the heavens like smoke from a wolf, and her every move seemed to be accompanied by the roar of a dragon and the chirping of a sparrow.

He fought thirteen masters of his generation alone, with purple energy permeating the void and a surging purple sea. In the end, he overwhelmed all the heroes and suppressed them all.

The many female cultivators' beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration. This young man possessed exceptional comprehension and profound Daoist skills, making him a rare talent among the younger generation.

"This child is extraordinary!" An elder of the demon race exclaimed excitedly, his beard trembling. "I've said it before, Long Xiaoque is no ordinary person!"

Long Xiaoque's bronze skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, and his black hair danced wildly like a waterfall. His "Dragon Sparrow God-Slaying Record" had reached its pinnacle, its purple aura sweeping across all directions and engulfing the heavens and earth.

Lin Yu sat upright in the void, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. This young demon reminded him of the Golden-Winged Roc King of the Big Dipper.

With the same unrestrained and unruly spirit, and the same soaring fighting spirit, the defiant look in Xiao Peng Wang's eyes when he suppressed him back then is exactly the same as Long Xiao Que's at this moment.

"Interesting," Lin Yu chuckled to himself.

If we take Long Xiaoque back to Beidou to train her, it will surely be a fierce battle between her and the Golden-Winged Roc King.

As the battle intensified, Zhan Yifan and Long Xiaoque each swept across their respective sides, finally attracting each other's attention. Their sharp gazes clashed across the distance, and their fighting spirit instantly surged.

A terrifying divine light burst forth from Long Xiaoque's eyes, his purple blood boiling, and his demon god bloodline fully awakened. Every step he took shook the battle platform, and with a wave of his hand, the sky shattered, and violent demonic power swept in all directions.

“clang——”

A clear, melodious sword cry pierced the air. Zhan Yifan's flying sword transformed into a streak of light, splitting the sea of ​​clouds in two wherever its blade passed. The sword light appeared light and agile, yet it contained the power to cleave the heavens and the earth, aiming straight for Long Xiaoque's throat.

On the other side, Phoenix Goddess's red dress fluttered, and with a gentle wave of her jade hand, calamity flames filled the sky. The blazing flames transformed into the shape of a phoenix and pounced on Kunlun Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu, clad in flowing white robes, formed hand seals, her body radiating moonlight as she clashed with the phoenix's calamity flames. The clash between the two goddesses was breathtakingly beautiful, leaving the onlookers holding their breath.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the young Celestial Master of the Celestial Masters Sect made a move, unleashing a massive Dragon-Tiger Seal from the sky. The seal emitted the roars of dragons and tigers, its oppressive power overwhelming. The opposing Youwei Yu remained calm, lightly waving his sleeves and unleashing the Kunlun Mystic Art. A phantom of the Jade Void Palace appeared behind him, directly blocking the Dragon-Tiger Seal.

(End of this chapter)