Chapter 1775: The Sword That Waited Six Thousand Years!

The radiance of the myriad heavens' divine beings descended.

Falling from the ninefold heavens, descending upon this stretch of golden desert, the gaze of the Dao Court had already settled upon this sacrificial ground.

At the center of the Heaven-Sacrificing Platform stood the founding monarch of the Great Tu Dynasty, King Tu.

With King Tu at the center, civil officials and military generals, famed kings and important ministers were all arrayed in order; beneath them were generals of every rank, all manner of civil officials, and even down to the lowest Wei Guan, camp officers, and even squad leaders and platoon leaders—all knelt prostrate here. Hundreds of millions of the dynasty's elite soldiers and fierce generals were all gathered here.

Not a single person was an exception.

Whether they had defected to King Zheng or had followed King Tu from beginning to end, all met the same end, without the slightest distinction.

"Hah!"

"Hahaha…"

Tu San Yi was suppressed by some unknown force, unable to move in the slightest; suicide was a luxury.

He swept his gaze around him, especially at the many civil officials and fierce generals who had betrayed him, the lords and dukes and earls, and suddenly burst into wild laughter: "You worthless trash, traitorous ministers—this king thought that when you betrayed me, at the very least you'd gain some benefit."

"Who would have thought—exactly the same."

"Exactly the same, exactly the same… hahahaha… haha…"

Tu San Yi laughed wildly.

That laughter shook the four corners of the land, instantly startling awake many of the Wang Hou whose faces were full of devotion. They looked around, looked at themselves kneeling on the ground, unable to move as if bound, and could not help but be struck with sudden dread.

"Mountain God!"

"You clearly said this general could be pardoned, could be granted wealth and honor!"

A second-rank military general roared wildly.

"This prime minister is a devout believer!"

"This prime minister is a devout believer—you cannot kill me, the Sovereign will be angered…"

The Respected and Esteemed prime minister shouted loudly.

"God loves the world—how could he send us here? Where did it go wrong? No, this is impossible…"

More soldiers awoke in sudden terror, unable to believe it.

Compared to the many beasts in human garb in the court, they had truly believed in the divine beings; between king and divine beings they had chosen without hesitation, believing the divine beings could bring happiness and joy to all living things, that after death their souls would have a good destination, and in the next life they could be reborn into a higher household.

"Sovereign!"

"Have you been blinded?"

"There are evil gods harming the mortal world…"

Many of the awakened soldiers shouted in noisy confusion.

They turned this solemn, sacred Heaven-Sacrificing Platform into a clamor like a chicken farm, and these voices caused many devout divine souls to begin undergoing subtle deterioration, their quality declining.

This change caused none of the surrounding divine beings to show the slightest hint of surprise.

The Winged-Woman and the many divine beings were seasoned divine beings; the instant this situation appeared, they waved

and scattered streaks of sacred radiance, falling upon the heads of the many soldiers, the many famed ministers and fierce generals, causing their fierce, roaring faces to once again become devout and serene.

In the end, the clamor vanished, and the Heaven-Sacrificing Platform became quiet once more.

Only King Tu's cursing and laughter continued to echo.

He was special—he could laugh, rage, and curse as he pleased, maintained in the most vivid state; no divine being would do anything to him, allowing him to vent his emotions without the slightest restraint.

"Hahaha…"

"Haha—"

Tu San Yi's laughter and cursing gradually became tiresome, and finally stopped on their own.

He raised his head to look toward the most sacred place, the three-headed black serpent surrounded by many divine beings, and cursed: "Lowly divine beings—one day, powerful experts of the Endless Starry Skies' human race will descend here, destroy your Dao Court, slaughter you divine beings like chickens, slaughter every single divine spirit of the Heaven-Punishing Dao Court, never to be reborn for all eternity…"

The clucking of chickens and ducks—no one had ever cared.

The divine beings of the Heaven-Punishing Dao Court carried out their various rituals in an orderly manner, communicating with the heavens above, communicating with the Sovereign, praying devoutly.

Gradually, streaks of sacred Lei Ting descended from the sky.

They were like a prison of thunder, and also like pillars of Lei Ting communicating with the heavens above; the hissing sounds of Lei Ting crackled, annihilating space and rules, transforming this place into a sacred realm of Lei Ting. The terrifying pressure of Lei Ting descended, suppressing all.

"Mysterious vault above, jade gates clear and empty.

Vast and distant Purple Firmament, shedding light to cover the six directions; resplendent August Emperor, holding the pivot to govern the eight wildernesses. Your minister is trembling with awe, kowtowing, kowtowing, carefully burning true incense.

True gods of the myriad heavens, saints of the ten directions:

Humbly we reflect that the common people are ignorant, the mortal world full of hardship.

Pestilences recur without cease, the masses suffering illness and misery;

Droughts and locusts arise together, crops trapped in barren waste…"

The Divine Son of Heaven-Punishing recited the sacrificial scripture in a solemn and grave tone.

Following the sound of his recitation, one divine being after another walked into the Heaven-Sacrificing Platform, holding jade blades, came before the soldiers of the Great Tu Dynasty, slit their throats, and let them fall to the ground. Great gouts of fresh blood surged from their throats, flowing onto the ground, forming one mysterious blood-colored Lei Chong Guang rune after another.

This stretch of heaven and earth began to be enveloped by streaks of sacred blood-thunder runes.

What made one's hair stand on end was that even though these soldiers had their throats slit, their faces were still full of devout, blissful expressions, feeling no pain whatsoever—even as they fell to the ground it was the same.

As the sacrifice progressed step by step, the fortune of the human realm continuously gathered, continuously gathering upon Tu San Yi's flesh and blood body.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Great Tu Dynasty were dying in the sacrifice, from common soldiers to squad leaders, platoon leaders, and then to the many famed ministers and fierce generals—not a single one was missed. Blood flowed into lakes; the fortune of the human realm was drawn forth, continuously gathering.

Death, endless death!

Hundreds of millions

of human lives were dying like pigs and dogs!

Jiang Ding watched coldly, the killing intent in his heart accumulating bit by bit, but he had never had any intention of charging out to kill now; the reason in his heart had never collapsed.

He could not save these human lives.

Even the immortal sects could not save these people.

Without Sovereign-tier combat power, everything is delusion; every irrational act can only doom oneself and others—impulse solves nothing.

"Everyone,"

"You, who stand as equals to this Sovereign in person and dignity, may depart in peace."

Jiang Ding whispered: "Apart from citizens of the Immortal Gate, no one can make this Sovereign lose his reason and misjudge. Your grievances will, in the future, surely be washed clean at the cost of every divine being of the entire Heavenly Punishment Dao Court. Annihilation is the greatest respect for this divine Dao faction."

One by one, the great ministers of the Great Tu Dynasty died.

At last, the Heavenly Punishment Divine Son came before Tu Ying San Yi, a slender finger lifting his chin, gazing into the hatred within his eyes, and said lightly: "Human King, crystallization of fate."

Boom!

Tu Ying San Yi, his eyes brimming with hatred, exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Only his head remained; from within the brain matter, a mist-like jade pearl emerged and fell into the Heavenly Punishment Dao Son's hand.

Within this jade pearl, countless mists gathered and dispersed, and scenes of the human race's forebears blazing trails through wilderness appeared one after another.

This was the fortune of humanity.

One of the foundations of the human race that dominated the endless starry skies.

Now extracted by the Heavenly Punishment Dao Court, it would become a treasure of heaven and earth—a ninth-grade supreme item—capable moreover of weakening the variables of fortune among the human race under its rule; truly killing many birds with one stone.

"With matters here concluded, I should return to the Dao Court,"

The Heavenly Punishment Divine Son felt an inexplicable disappointment in his heart: "This god had thought—"

Pfft!

A pair of hands, white as Bai Yu, emerged from within the Human Fortune Pearl and pressed into the Heavenly Punishment Divine Son's chest. On the Bai Yu hand appeared a monk with rosy lips and pearly teeth, who smiled and said: "What did the benefactor think?"

"Bald donkey!"

"How dare you!"

The Heavenly Punishment Divine Son's chest throbbed with agony; he flew into a towering rage.

But before he could curse aloud, an expression of utmost terror appeared on his face.

This terror, as if contagious, instantly transmitted to the Future Buddha Son's smiling face, causing terror and disbelief to appear on the features of this monk whose face was full of compassion.

All of it,

was because of a sword that had waited for six thousand years.

This Star Sword, which had waited six thousand years, pierced through the Heavenly Punishment Divine Son's chest without the slightest resistance, then pierced through the Future Buddha Son's chest as well.

One sword pierced through two divine and buddha sons.

This still image seemed eternal.