Shrouding the Heavens: The Ultimate Daoist Venerable

Chapter 496 The Gods of Light
The dozen or so followers of the Son of Light returned to their races one after another, returning home in glory. Although they did not become the final victors in the ultimate ancient road, they still demonstrated great potential.

After all, in this era, becoming a quasi-emperor is enough to dominate a region. Therefore, a group of Great Saints who have the potential to become quasi-emperors naturally become very important figures in their clans.

Naturally, their status rose accordingly, and they all became powerful figures in their respective tribes. In the future, they may well be the undisputed leaders of their races.

Although there are a few geniuses stronger than them on the ultimate ancient road, they are followers of the Light God, one of the strongest, which makes their significance extraordinary.

Even if the Son of Light does not attain enlightenment, he still has a very high probability of becoming the number one expert in the human universe of this era, so their investment is still very useful.

Although the Son of Light did not appear at this time, those races that he had once hidden in the Chaos Divine Land began to reappear in the human world and return to their former homeland.

After learning the details, the powerful clans that had once oppressed them immediately knelt down, prepared lavish gifts to apologize to these clans, and even sacrificed some of their personnel to appease their anger.

After all, the God of Light and his followers could no longer afford to offend them.

But amidst this eerie atmosphere, the Son of Light himself remained silent, instilling fear in countless people. After all, no one knew when the sword would fall or how much of their interests it would sever.

At this time, the Son of Light was still in the Chaotic Divine Land, and the Light Clan had not left. He imparted to them his further perfected Ancient Scripture of Light, enabling every member of the Light Clan to develop their own bloodline power.

This is the largest overall upgrade in the history of the Light Clan.

Of course, the Son of Light also used various divine treasures he obtained from the ultimate ancient path to prolong the lives of the aging Light Clan Chief and others, and personally guided them in cultivating the ancient scriptures and supernatural powers he created, helping them to advance towards becoming Great Saints.

After preaching and spreading the Dharma, the Son of Light left the Chaos Divine Land and led the Light Clan back to their homeland. However, he did not abandon the Light Divine Land, but instead used it as a secret base for emergencies.

Upon arriving outside the ancient star from which they originated, the Son of Light said, "Elder, you should all go back first. I need to see someone."

Over the years, the prestige of the Son of Light has reached its peak. All the people regard him as a god and their only leader. Therefore, the Chief of the Light Clan did not ask any questions and directly led the people back to their original ancestral land.

Looking at the starry sky before him, the Son of Light said, "Senior Crimson Scale, it's been hundreds of years since we last met. I've really missed you."

He was telling the truth, after all, the massive pursuit by the Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor was indeed the most dangerous moment in his thousand years of cultivation.

After entering the ultimate ancient road, he has always been a strong person. His biggest opponent was Qitian, who was his equal. He was never forced into a situation where he could not stand out.

Now that he has absolute power, the hatred and resentment of the past have faded away and can hardly stir any ripples in his heart.

The Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor silently appeared, having aged considerably in recent years. The life essence he had burned to prevent the Son of Light from entering the ultimate ancient path had clearly accelerated his aging; he probably didn't have many more years to live.

He will probably die within two hundred years at most.

Looking at the Son of Light, the Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor couldn't help but sigh.

Both were at the third level of Quasi-Emperor, but the Light God before him had become so powerful that he could only look up to him.

If a fight were to actually break out, even if he were at his peak, he would likely be killed by his opponent with a clear advantage, barely inflicting any damage. Not to mention, he is now in his later years, and his condition has declined considerably.

The Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor said, "Congratulations, young friend, on becoming a Quasi-Emperor. Perhaps you truly can succeed in proving your Dao in this era." Looking at the sorrowful face of the Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor, the Son of Light hesitated, his originally barbed words softening: "Then, Senior Crimson Scale, what brings you here?"

The Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor immediately bowed deeply and said, "I am willing to pay for the past with my life. Please spare my people."

The Divine Child of Light said, "Senior Crimson Scale, why do this? I am not a bloodthirsty person, and I have no habit of implicating others."

"Back then, I had already killed almost all my direct enemies. This time, I will only kill you, and at most deal with some of the fish that escaped in the past."

"As for the others, as long as they are willing to let go of their hatred, I will naturally not deal with them."

The Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor said, "Good, that's satisfying. All those involved have already bound their cultivation in the ancestral land of your Light Clan and are awaiting their fate."

"I am willing to die. Please, young friend, state your terms. I will die however you wish."

The Son of Light recalled the past, his thoughts swirling. In the end, he could only sigh, "You, commit suicide. I don't want to torment an old man who was willing to give everything for his people."

The Crimson Scale Quasi-Emperor said, "Thank you for your kindness, young friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into the Dao, his body ignited with blazing Dao fire, and in no time he was completely reduced to ashes and disappeared into the starry sky, leaving only a faint Dao aura dissipating and drifting into the distance.

That direction led to his beloved homeland, where his beloved people lived. Even though his direct descendants were destined to decline, he still couldn't stand by and watch his race face annihilation.

The Son of Light sighed again, then regained his composure. The Crimson Scale Clan may seem to be in dire straits now, but that's only because he has gained enough strength to turn the tables and settle scores with them.

If they weren't strong enough, the Light Clan would probably have ceased to exist long ago. And then, who would avenge their blood debt?

Ultimately, this world is still a world where strength reigns supreme. Without sufficient strength, one has no right to fairness and justice.

All he could do was ensure that he remained the strong while trying his best not to violate morality, lest he become the weaker party again and be subjected to unethical treatment.

Therefore, the Son of Light will not escalate the matter, but will settle all old scores according to the principle of assigning blame to those responsible for wrongs.

To atone for their sins, the Crimson Scale Clan had those involved rebuild everything that belonged to the Light Clan, restoring it to its original state. Afterward, they sealed their cultivation and waited for their deaths in this place.

The Prince of Light couldn't help but sigh. The Crimson Scale Clan had indeed found a way to become a great clan, and the fact that so many people were willing to die to protect their race filled the Prince of Light with awe.

However, despite our respect for them, we cannot spare their lives.

Thus, these people became the sacrifices for the resurgence of the Light Clan. They used these lives to worship their ancestors and proclaim the rebirth of the Light Clan.

From then on, the race of the Gods of Light was born.

(End of this chapter)