Shrouding the Heavens: Starting by joining the Holy Land of Yao Guang

Chapter 301 The Emperor's Son is Doing It Again
After the grand gathering of all races, the Big Dipper Starfield was ablaze with color, and the cultivation era returned to its peak. The myriad races of the ancient times displayed their unique abilities, and there was a hint of the glory of the ancient era.

However, because no sages have emerged, the world has become a stage for young people.

Xia Mingxiao, the Holy Prince, the Heavenly Prince, Huang Xudao, Huo Qizi, and others have all earned invincible reputations.

Among them, the most eye-catching, besides the Crown Prince, is Xia Mingxiao. He has mastered divine skills and his sharp edge is fully revealed. During this period, he has defeated countless opponents.

Moreover, it continues. Xia Mingxiao is walking an invincible path, cultivating an invincible mindset, challenging everyone from the bottom up, and showing a strong tendency to break through the younger generation of Beidou.

At first, he challenged the geniuses of ordinary royal families. Now, he has fought against the top ten royal families without ever being defeated. In fact, he often defeats his opponents in just three moves.

It can be said that, apart from the royal family, he almost overthrew the entire younger generation of the ancient clan.

Who could ignore such power?
Many people are now paying attention and want to see who Xia Mingxiao will fight next.

"Of the ten royal clans, only the Mighty Bull Demon Clan, the Blood Lightning Clan, and the First King Clan remain." Some busybodies even did a special statistic.

"The Blood Lightning Clan is out of the question. Their strongest young prodigy was rude and was suppressed by the Holy King Yao Guang for a thousand years. He is still under the tower."

"That's right, the Blood Lightning Clan is excluded."

This statement was accepted by everyone, meaning that now only two races remain: the Mighty Bull Demon Clan and the First King Clan.

Both of these races are among the top-ranked of the ten royal families, with the First Royal Family even being said to have the strongest fighting power.

According to the pattern of Xia Mingxiao's challenges, the next challenge will be in seven days.

"Is it the Mighty Bull Demon Clan with invincible physical strength, or the First King Clan with boundless magical power and unparalleled combat prowess?" Everyone was incredibly curious.

Both races are extraordinary, especially the First Royal Clan, which has produced many outstanding figures throughout history. The most famous of them is the god-like Di Que, who fought against the Fighting Saint Emperor for his entire life!
It can be said that although the Shiwang clan is not the royal family, their bloodline power is extraordinary. They have not yet produced an ancient emperor, but their strength is not much inferior to that of the royal family.

Aside from the ancient imperial weapons and formations, no royal family dares to claim they can completely overpower the First King Clan. This is because within that clan lies an invincible Great Sage—Kun Zhou!
In this generation of the First Royal Family, there was also an unparalleled genius named Shang Yu, who was said to possess unmatched combat power comparable to that of the ancient princes.

"I think it should be the Mighty Bull Demon Clan. Shang Yu's combat power is too strong. Even Xia Mingxiao is not confident of victory."

“Niu Dali of the Mighty Bull Demon Clan is no pushover either; his combat strength is equally formidable.”

The entire Eastern Wilderness was in an uproar, with countless people speculating about Xia Mingxiao's choice, and some even setting up betting odds on who Xia Mingxiao would challenge next.

This incident caused quite a stir, but the protagonist, Xia Mingxiao, sat cross-legged on a mountaintop in Yaoguangfang, cultivating in peace, dressed in white, looking incredibly sacred.

Since the grand gathering of all races, Xia Mingxiao has completely changed. His peaceful demeanor is gone, replaced by an aggressive and ruthless personality.

During this period, he absorbed the ancestral king's essence to cultivate, his magical power greatly increased, his realm advanced by leaps and bounds, and his combat strength became many times stronger.

And for some reason, after no longer suppressing his temperament, he felt that he and the Devouring Heaven Demon Art seemed to be more in sync.

This is why he wants to fight from the bottom up, penetrating through the younger generation of Beidou.

"Now, only the First Royal Family remains."

He knew that many people were curious about who his next target would be, but no one knew that Niu Dali of the Mighty Bull Demon Clan had already been defeated by him.

That was an unplanned battle. Xia Mingxiao originally intended to save it for later, but it happened far too early.

Then, a great battle broke out between them on the Southern Plains.

As a rare genius among the Mighty Bull Demon Clan, Niu Dali was indeed very strong. It took ten moves to defeat him.

However, the Great Plains are so rare that few people witnessed that battle, so the news has not spread to this day.

But Xia Mingxiao thought that it wouldn't be long before the news spread throughout the world.

As more people learn about the battle, the protagonist of that battle will be identified by passersby, and everyone will know that he and Niu Dali fought a battle on the Southern Plains.

Thinking this, he summoned the steward of Yaoguang Workshop and said, "I want to challenge Shang Yu of the First Royal Clan. Let's set the location in the Heyun Mountains."

The steward bowed and withdrew to carry out his duties.

Given the size of the Yao Guang Holy Land, sending a message was incredibly easy, and the First Royal Family quickly received the challenge.

As one of the ten royal families, the ancestral home of the First Royal Family is naturally a place where the creation of heaven and earth is seized.

This is a majestic mountain range, towering into the clouds, brimming with vitality, covered with ancient medicinal herbs, with celestial vines growing among the craggy rocks, and many exotic birds and mythical beasts, all shrouded in ethereal mist, resembling a fairyland.

Especially in the very center, there is a sacred mountain that seems to connect heaven and earth. It is vast and boundless, barren of vegetation, dotted with ancient caves, and engraved with many powerful array patterns.

Inside one of the ancient caves, sat a magnificent man, radiating divine light, possessing profound magical power and an incomparably powerful aura.

"You actually chose to fight me first instead of Niu Dali? Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Shang Yu laughed angrily and stood up.

The difference wasn't obvious when he was sitting cross-legged, but as Shang Yu stood up, his tall and agile figure became apparent, and even the void seemed to distort slightly.

"Fine, since you want to fight me first, then I will grant your wish." Shang Yu suppressed his anger and looked at the messenger, saying, "Seven days from now, in the Helan Mountains, I will fight Xia Mingxiao."

With both sides reaching an agreement, the news spread like wildfire.

The Eastern Wilderness was shaken, and the Southern Region was in an uproar. It was a sleepless night, with people talking about it everywhere.

"It's actually the First King Clan. Why did they skip the Mighty Bull Demon Clan?"

"Shang Yu of the First Royal Family is definitely not an easy opponent to defeat!"

Xia Mingxiao's decision to fight Shang Yu was unexpected by many, because in people's minds, Niu Dali should have fought Shang Yu first.

This can be seen from the number of people betting on the odds; those who believe Niu Dali should be beaten first are dozens of times more numerous than those who believe he should be beaten second, and the odds for that are also lower.

As a result, some daring gamblers who bet on Shang Yu made a fortune, becoming rich overnight.

"Haha, just as I thought, I knew it would be like this." A middle-aged cultivator laughed loudly as he held the source he had earned.

"Hey bro, what's going on? You sound like you already knew what Xia Mingxiao would choose," someone nearby asked curiously.

“That’s right, I knew it all along. Xia Mingxiao’s opponent is Shang Yu, not Niu Dali.” The middle-aged cultivator did not deny it and nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do you mean by that?" The others' curiosity was piqued as well. The middle-aged cultivator was making such a confident statement that there must be something involved.

More and more people gathered, exceeding the middle-aged man's expectations. He wasn't used to big crowds, so he stopped bragging and told the truth.

He was merely a passerby who witnessed the battle between Xia Mingxiao and Niu Dali, but he was too far away at the time, and his cultivation level was too low. Divine light soared into the sky at the center of the battlefield, and various Dao symbols filled the air, making it impossible to see the faces of the combatants.

However, he still recognized the Holy Light Technique, the unparalleled skill of the Yao Guang Holy Land, as well as the soaring bull's roar that seemed to shatter the heavens.

After a long period of speculation, he roughly figured out what was going on, but before he could spread the word, some gambling dens opened betting on who Xia Mingxiao would fight next.

Therefore, the middle-aged man suppressed the urge to tell others the news and decided to wait until the betting ended. This is why the well-informed passerby was unaware that Niu Dali and Xia Mingxiao had fought before.

The problem really lies at the source; we were tempted by the source.

News of Xia Mingxiao's battle with Niu Dali had already spread like wildfire across the Eastern Wilderness.

"Ah, so that's how it is. I was wondering why Xia Mingxiao skipped Niu Dali and went straight to fight Shang Yu."

"That's not surprising. I just didn't expect that Xia Mingxiao and Niu Dali had fought each other more than 20 days ago."

Everyone suddenly realized why Xia Mingxiao skipped Niu Dali and went straight to challenge Shang Yu.

"That damned gambler! He actually kept such important information hidden for so long just for the sake of a power source. How can he live up to our principles? If every passerby keeps important information to themselves for their own selfish reasons, how isolated will Beidou's information network become in the future?" These were the furious passersby.

On an ancient mountain in the northern region, the Heavenly Emperor's son stood tall and proud, staring straight at the mountain in front of him. After hearing the news from his subordinates, his eyes surged with killing intent, and he shot out two blazing divine rays that shattered the night and cut a mountain in front of him in half, causing rocks to crumble and clouds to fall.

"That Xia Mingxiao is really capable of causing trouble. If he really slaughters all the royal families, my ancient clan will lose all face."

He was in a bad mood and couldn't forget the way Xia Mingxiao looked at him during the Grand Gathering of All Races, as if he were a delicious roast chicken.

That look was truly disgusting; he wished he could tear the other person into eight pieces, but because he was wary of the Holy King Yao Guang, he had not yet taken action.

Originally, as long as Xia Mingxiao remained well-behaved and didn't cause trouble, he gradually forgot about the incident. However, as the other party's actions became more and more aggressive, the scene from the past resurfaced in his mind.

The Emperor's son's expression was extremely cold and fierce. His long, flowing hair cascaded down, each strand glistening. Although he was exceptionally handsome and possessed an unparalleled elegance, his face was extremely grim. In his eyes, which shone like stars, was a terrifying killing intent. Cracks appeared on the purple-gold crown on his head, and then it exploded.

Behind him stood more than a dozen powerful figures from ancient clans, each with divine flames flowing around them, an aura that was unparalleled, and a faint holy might permeating the air.

These people looked completely different and were clearly not from the same race. Some had divine wings with lightning crackling around their bodies, some had demonic light that blotted out the moon and were strong enough to move mountains and rivers, and others had eyes like the sun and moon, which could turn the world upside down with just a slight turn...

These people were none other than the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, their bloodlines no less powerful than any royal family.

They were also the core support base of the Emperor, and an important force behind his dominance in the Northern Dipper.

“Son of God, why don’t we contact the First King’s clan and join forces to find an opportunity to kill this child?” suggested a descendant of a divine general.

"Alright, let's do it that way." The Heavenly Prince agreed without hesitation, speaking coldly, clearly having wanted to kill Xia Mingxiao for a long time.

"But what if Yao Guang is enraged? That Holy King is not someone to be trifled with," one of the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals said worriedly.

"It's alright. The Great Sage of the Golden Clan speculates that the Holy King Yao Guang has most likely already left the Big Dipper Star Region and embarked on the strongest trial path. He won't be able to return in a short time. The one with him should be the Holy Body of the Human Race." The Heavenly Emperor's son's face was cold, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Give me time, and when we meet again, he will definitely not be my match."

"Let's settle our old scores by killing Xia Mingxiao first," the Emperor thought to himself, before remembering the figure in green.

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat almost imperceptibly, and he felt a little uneasy.

It was a kind of divine intuition warning him that danger was about to befall him. But the Heavenly Emperor Prince didn't take it too seriously. He just felt uneasy because he had been too wary of the Holy King Yao Guang in the past and now that he was going to make a move against Xia Mingxiao.

"Damn it, I am the son of God, how could I be afraid of a mortal... Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

Some of the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals were worried, while others were excited. They knew that a great storm was about to begin, and the Son of God was about to make a fierce move.

Amidst the oppressive atmosphere of the Eastern Wilderness, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the great battle between Xia Mingxiao and Shang Yu arrived.

The Helan Mountains are a continuous mountain range spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, resembling a giant dragon crawling on the ground.

This place is utterly desolate and uninhabited. The nearest city is over 300,000 li away, so even the fiercest battles will not affect that area.

On this day, the habitat of the wild beasts was occupied by humans, and they were driven deep into the Ten Thousand Mountains.

In the past, these savage beasts would never have been so obedient, but today was different; there were far too many people, with groups of sect leaders among them.

And then there are the top-tier figures, such as the Queen Mother of the West of Yaochi, Jiang Yifei, the Holy Lord of the Jiang Family, Xia Yiming, the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, and Yao Yuekong, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

All these people arrived, wanting to witness the battle between Xia Mingxiao and Shang Yu.

Aside from the human race, the ancient race's forces were even more formidable. The Heavenly Emperor's son was undoubtedly present, but in addition to him, Huang Xudao and Huo Qizi were also there.

Behind them are countless ancient clan experts, and who knows how many Dao-Slaying Realm experts are lurking in the shadows.

At this moment, they released their auras, which merged into one, like a vast ocean, or like a mountain range pressing down from a million miles away, making people feel suffocated.

Everyone's expression changed. Although the Sages did not appear after the Grand Gathering of All Races, the strength of the ancient races was still terrifying.

Now that the suppression of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth has disappeared, many seniors who were stuck in the second stage of the Immortal Realm have broken through and entered the third stage of the Immortal Realm.

Even so, the number of cultivators who have severed the Dao on both sides is still unequal, with a huge gap; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's a hundred to one.

"He's here! Shang Yu is here!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

A group of people flew in from the sky, their auras powerful, their holy might permeating the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently; they were clearly half-saint level experts.

At the center of these people, guarding a young man of extraordinary martial prowess, whose body radiated divine light, was extremely handsome, and even the strands of his hair seemed to glow.

"Where's Xia Mingxiao? Hasn't he arrived yet?" Upon arriving, Shang Yu glanced around the human side and, finding Xia Mingxiao indeed absent, roared angrily.
"He challenged us, but he didn't show up on time. Does that mean he's admitting defeat?"

His voice was loud, like the clanging of metal, so loud that it shook the mountains.

Many people paled. At this moment, in their eyes, Shang Yu's divine power surged like a vast ocean, his body seemed to be drenched in celestial gold, and with a single movement of his arms, he could fight a true dragon. No wonder there were rumors that Shang Yu was no less powerful than the ancient prince.

Judging from the current situation, this may not be just empty talk. Could it be that the First Royal Family is about to produce another Di Que?

In the distance, the Holy Prince swung his iron rod, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, his golden hair standing on end, as if he couldn't wait to charge out and fight Shang Yu for a hundred rounds.

Unfortunately, today's battlefield is not his, and he cannot jump out and fight to his heart's content.

"Xia Mingxiao, get out here right now! What do you mean by this? Are you really going to admit defeat?" Shang Yu shouted, his armor clanging loudly.

"Shut up, are you so eager to die?" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, echoing throughout the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A powerful aura emanated from the distant sky, and a streak of light flew in, transforming into a figure that revealed unparalleled grace.

"Xia Mingxiao is here, what a powerful aura he exudes."

"Like a celestial king descending to earth, with divine talent and jade-like bones, he is no less than Shang Yu." The human cultivator offered a consolation.

"You've finally arrived. I thought you were going to surrender without a fight," Shang Yu said in a deep voice.

"Surrender without a fight?" Xia Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, then sneered disdainfully, "You're not worthy."

(End of this chapter)