The God of Heavens

Chapter 318 Ancient Races: Can Reconcile?

Jiang Taixu lightly plucked the strings of the guqin, and a divine prelude began to play.

The music resonated with the Dao of Heaven, spreading across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Countless crystal petals fell from the sky, filling the air with a delicate fragrance; seemingly beautiful, yet concealing endless killing intent.

"what!"

Several ancient kings were caught off guard, their bodies suddenly cracked, their brows exploded, their primordial spirits were severely injured, and they let out a shrill scream.

The six swift-reacting Ancestral Kings joined forces to attack, but were suppressed by the Sun God Furnace that Jiang Taixu casually conjured.

The crimson furnace was engraved with ancient totems and burst forth with boundless divine light, pressing down on the six ancient kings, causing their knees to bend and their bones to crack, as if they might explode at any moment.

The zither's sound was clear and resonant, each note like a celestial sword being drawn from its sheath.

In the blink of an eye, several more ancient kings fell to the ground. Before the white-robed god-king, the saints were like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

Only the top Ancestral Kings such as Tai Ming and Xue Dian are still fighting to the death, unleashing their legendary holy weapons and wielding supreme Dao principles.

Jiang Taixu responded calmly, sometimes conjuring the Beginningless Bell to suppress the heavens, and sometimes condensing the Supreme Emperor Sword to cleave through chaos. The four Ancestral Kings fell one after another, their blood staining the starry sky.

"what!"

The Holy King Teng Qing let out a final scream. An invisible divine sound pierced through the bronze holy armor, completely obliterating his body, leaving only a wisp of ashes drifting away.

"Zheng——"

The zither music was clear and melodious, like a celestial sword being drawn from its sheath. Suddenly, the brow of the Ancestral King Haoyang split open, and blood gushed out. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and finally fell backward, his blood staining the altar crimson.

"Kill him! He won't last much longer!"

The remaining ancient kings roared, and various gods surged towards Jiang Taixu like a tide.

"boom--"

The Blood Lightning Queen finally made her move, her crimson dragon spear slicing through the sky like a blood-red lightning bolt. The spear was wreathed in blazing flames, and wherever it passed, the void collapsed, leaving a jet-black crack.

This shot was incredibly fast, almost transcending the limits of time!
"Zheng!"

The strings vibrated, and a single crystalline string transformed into a transparent, coiled dragon, intertwining with the tip of the blood-red spear. The dragon's roar and the Daoist chant intertwined, resounding through the heavens.

"puff!"

The spear's edge finally pierced the God-King's shoulder, and blood splattered like rubies. The Blood Lightning Queen had struck successfully, and the dragon spear retreated swiftly like a serpent.

"Ding--"

The strings and the dragon spear collided one last time, producing a clear and melodious sound.

In this moment of lightning and fire -

The falling blossoms suddenly transformed into deadly streaks of light, and a ripple of music bloomed like fireworks, dazzling to the extreme.

"Pfft!"

A burst of blood appeared, and the Blood Lightning Queen's delicate body trembled. She looked down in disbelief, watching her head separate from her body. Before her primordial spirit could escape, it was completely annihilated by the sound of the zither.

This queen, who once dominated the ancient world, has now passed away!
"The Realm of the Reincarnation of the God of the Underworld!"

The Ancestral King Tai Ming let out a deafening roar, his body bursting forth with boundless black light. This was his ultimate killing move; once unleashed, the entire starry sky was shrouded in a terrifying aura, and the nine heavens and ten earths trembled, as if about to return to chaos.

Within the ten-zhang-high pure land, Jiang Taixu remained composed. His hands moved nimbly across the strings, his right hand plucking, sweeping, picking, hooking, and flicking, while his left hand swung, flicked, poured, and struck—each movement perfectly natural.

Amidst the pervasive light, he seemed to transcend this world.

The divine sound was like flowing water, not soaring or high-pitched, yet it resonated throughout the vast land. This was not a sound of battle, but a divine melody that cleansed the soul!

"what--"

The Ancestral King of the Underworld suddenly let out a shrill scream. A clear sound, like a celestial blade, slashed through the air, and his head fell to the ground, exploding in mid-air with a deafening roar, blood raining down.

"The Great King Tai Ming has also perished?"

"Just how powerful is this white-robed god-king?"

The onlookers were all horrified. Jiang Taixu, single-handedly, slew more than ten ancient kings, demonstrating to all races the supreme majesty of the human race's saints!

As the music faded, his white robes were stained with blood, yet he remained as elegant and dignified as if the battle just now was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

This battle completely shocked everyone present. Both the ancient race and the human race were rendered speechless for a brief period.

Only after a moment did a human cultivator excitedly shout, "The God-King is invincible!"

Following the destruction of the Divine Valley by the Yao Guang Holy Land, Jiang Taixu once again won a glorious victory for the human race.

He single-handedly killed more than twenty Ancestral Kings. Although he paid a heavy price for it, it was undoubtedly the most inspiring battle for the human race against the ancient races.

"That was the ancestral king of the ancient royal family!"

"The Prelude to Godhood, the God King's innate divine arts truly live up to their reputation!"

"The God-King who reigned supreme in five thousand years of conquest still looks down upon his peers even in this era!"

Jiang Taixu of yesteryear earned the reputation of "the greatest conqueror in five thousand years" by relying on the "Dou" secret among the Nine Secrets.

Now, standing at the Saint King realm, his combat power surpasses that of the past, allowing him to easily kill ordinary ancient clan Saint Kings, truly making him stand out among his peers.

But Jiang Taixu himself remained unusually calm.

For him, this victory was a matter of course; he was simply not on the same level as these opponents. After being trapped in Purple Mountain for over four thousand years, he comprehended the sacred laws amidst life-or-death situations; after observing Lin Yu's profound meaning of the Demon God Seal, he grasped the true meaning of annihilation and rebirth, thus achieving Nirvana.

After Nirvana, the God-King Body's origin became even stronger, and there were no more obstacles on the path of cultivation. In a short period of time, he broke through to the high-level Saint King.

Four thousand years of hardship and life-or-death crises became his greatest foundation.

Compared to the original story where he fought against several Saint Kings alone, the current Jiang Taixu is even more terrifyingly powerful.

The morale of the human race soared, and the gloom of their consecutive defeats vanished, while the ancient race camp was once again plunged into fear.

Why does this race always produce such illogically strong individuals?
An existence like Jiang Taixu possesses combat power comparable to that of an ancient imperial princess, which is truly despair-inducing.

"If word gets out that one man is fighting against all kings, wouldn't that be a disgrace to all races? What are you afraid of?"

A clear, cold voice pierced the sky. Five dazzling divine lights descended from the heavens, the leader of which had flowing red hair and an extraordinary aura, clearly a Saint King-level being.

"It's the Lin Tian Ancestral King of the Fire Lin Cave!" someone exclaimed.

At the edge of the sky, nine ancient ferocious beasts descended from the sky, each exuding the terrifying aura of a fully-formed king.

The Fallen King appeared in the misty fog, his towering figure as awe-inspiring as a demon god.

"Let's stop here." The Nine Phoenix Heavenly King arrived gracefully, his tone indifferent. "The human race consists of only a few saints, with shallow foundations. How can they stand on equal footing with other races?"

“I pity your extraordinary talent. Why don’t you submit to my clan and inherit my clan’s traditions?”

Each of these Heavenly Kings is at the peak of the Saint King realm, just one step away from becoming a Great Saint.

In the ancient times, they roamed freely across all realms, virtually unmatched. Now, with five or six of them appearing simultaneously, even the God-King Jiang Taixu is facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Ah"

Lin Yu chuckled lightly, his expression calm, and said indifferently:

"The glory of the ancient times has long since faded. In this era, the human race is the true protagonist of the world."

"That's right. If we retreat now, we can still save our lives. Otherwise, when the great battle breaks out and our clan is wiped out, don't say we didn't warn you!"

The void trembled, and a hunched and withered old man slowly walked out. Wei Yi of Tianxuan Stone Archway stood quietly in the void, his expression calm and undisturbed.

The Great Sage's oppressive aura swept across all directions, and several Ancestral Kings turned deathly pale, their bodies nearly exploding.

"boom--"

The Great Sage Yanqi appeared just in time, his fiery red hair flying wildly, his azure eyes filled with solemnity: "Wei Yi, are you trying to start a war among the Great Sages?"

"You say that our human race has a shallow foundation? It seems that too many years have passed and you have forgotten the majesty of the two human emperors, Taiyin and Taiyang."

A wild old man, clad in animal skins and wielding a bone club, descended from the sky, his bronze skin gleaming with divine light. "I wouldn't mind helping you recall some memories," he said.

He licked his lips, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Back then, I ate plenty of food from all your clans, especially the royal bloodline. It was exceptionally delicious."

"Ancient Demon, Dongfang Taiyi?!"

The Golden Great Sage paled in horror. This name sent chills down the spines of all the ancient kings. In the ancient times, this man had often feasted on their people.

The old man is also a practitioner of both Yin and Yang, possessing terrifying strength. He is almost incurable, and the title of "human demon" is not just for show. He can even stop a child from crying at night!
A cold wind howled, red feathers danced in the air, and everyone shivered as Master Zhang Lin arrived riding ten thousand dragons.

Before long, Gu Tianshu, the Barbarian War God, Old Xuanwu, the Lord of the Qishi Mansion, and others arrived together.

Finally, a sickly old man slowly walked in. His appearance caused all the ancient sages to change their expressions drastically—

"Cai Jiuyou?!"

"That invincible being who almost attained enlightenment!"

The person who came was none other than Gai Jiuyou, who was once invincible and famous throughout the heavens and the earth. He was someone who almost attained enlightenment!
Below, Xia Jiuyou, dressed in white, was as stunning as ever, making even the celestial maiden pale in comparison. This once proud and arrogant little girl had transformed into an unparalleled beauty, appearing alongside the ailing old man.

All the saints of the human race emerged.

One quasi-emperor, four Venerable Great Saints, plus other Saints, and Lin Yu, this freak.

A sensation that shook the ancient tribes for a whole year!

The faces of the many great saints of the ancient race immediately turned ugly, as if they had died, because powerful divine senses were still sweeping in from the void. There were many sages and saint kings among them, and even great saints.

In this era of the revival of all ancient races, other supreme forces of the human race also have saints emerging. Previously, they had only held back, fearing that they would be targeted by the ancient races. Now that they see someone stepping forward, they naturally do not hesitate to help.

Sorry, we're not going to act anymore. That's just how the human race is!
It's like a house that looks dilapidated and is about to collapse. But when you kick it, a whole bunch of old saints with little lifespan left rush out, wielding ultimate imperial weapons to fight you to the death.

Moreover, Lin Yu had deployed a bronze warship in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region, along with two Great Saints and dozens of Saints, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, just waiting for the ancient race to run into them.

The human cultivators were elated, their cheers echoing across the sky; the ancient race members, on the other hand, were pale-faced, unable to conceal their fear.

In an instant, hundreds of saints secretly clashed, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. The entire northern region seemed unable to withstand this power and teetered on the brink of collapse.

On this day, all cultivators with any strength were terrified and involuntarily looked up at the void, their souls trembling.

Countless creatures in the northern lands trembled with fear, gripped by extreme panic, living in constant anxiety.

Fire Kirin Cave, Primitive Lake, Blood Phoenix Mountain, Golden Ancient Clan and other ancient races: Can they reconcile?

Lin Yu: Kneel down and be my dog!

(End of this chapter)