Chapter 264

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Prince glared fiercely at Duan De, two terrifying divine lights shooting from his eyes, each strand of his hair crystal clear and dancing.

His gaze was immeasurably deep, five-colored rosy clouds flickering within, space itself torn by it, coldly staring at the Holy Prince.

"Too terrifying! The Heavenly Prince truly lives up to being the sole offspring of the gods!"

Still without a word, yet the aura spreading from within him was boundlessly terrifying, causing many present to change expression.

"Don't talk about later; if you have the ability, fight me now—I came here just to kill you!"

The Holy Prince wielded an iron rod, like a Battle Saint, his overbearing qi and blood boiling, shaking the earth beneath his feet with a thunderous roar, immensely domineering.

The Battle Saint Ape clan possesses battle strength so fierce it can be called heaven-defying; in the ancient era, they displayed unparalleled tyrannical power.

"A pair of fists can sweep away all enemies, nothing can withstand them! 'As the sole bloodline of the gods, my talent is unmatched in the world—do you really think I fear you?'"

The Heavenly Prince gave a light chuckle, surrounded by multiple divine halos, dazzling, comparable to a god reincarnated.

"Your father's god is rubbish! Merely later mythologized; my father destroyed your father's dojo with a single blow—what divine relics? Clearly nothing at all!"

The monkey's fur all over glittered brilliantly, his staff pointed at the Heavenly Prince, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"If the Undying Heavenly Emperor had lived in the same era as my father, he would surely have been blasted to dust!"

The Holy Prince held nothing back, speaking all of it outright.

He had been hunted by the other side for over half a year, already seething with anger; to him, these matters were no longer important! "This..."

The ancient beings present were momentarily at a loss, unsure how to proceed, for both the Heavenly Prince and the Holy Prince are descendants of ancient emperors, exalted status, not to be desecrated by ordinary folk.

"To desecrate the son of a god like this is simply too arrogant!"

Behind the Heavenly Prince, an old servant stepped forward; in his view, the former is of divine bloodline, nothing to be desecrated.

"Get lost, you slave—what qualifications do you have to question me?"

The Holy Prince scoffed, raised his great staff and smashed forward; with a bang, the old servant was driven back repeatedly, his skin laced with bloody lines, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean by this?"

Seeing this, the Heavenly Prince's face darkened—could it really be that he thinks I dare not strike here?

"Nothing much; I came today solely to fight and kill you!"

Before the other could speak again, the Holy Prince surged with killing intent, immensely domineering, already swinging his black iron staff downward.

A mighty aura surged heavenward, sweeping all eight directions, as if capable of collapsing myriad great peaks, the void shattering passively!

"Though you are of ancient emperor bloodline, yet you dare to strike at the son of a god—today we shall slay you!"

The Heavenly Prince's old servant took up his weapon and stepped forward, blocking the front, appearing ready to act against the ancient emperor's bloodline.

Boom! The iron staff's divine martial power could shatter everything, filled with heaven-soaring battle intent and tyranny, an aura of invincibility! The old servant unleashed his weapon, but it was instantly shattered; then the black staff struck down, shaking him back repeatedly, his body cracking, even blood seeping from his brow.

"Harm my servant, do you really think I am mild-tempered?"

Five-colored divine light burst forth, enveloping the Heavenly Prince, godly majesty and overbearing aura, ready to strike with a step forward.

The two ancient emperor bloodlines confronted each other, their sharpness fully exposed; many ancient clans present dared not intervene, only retreating.

"Both princes, calm your anger; we have come for the Myriad Clans Assembly to discuss joint establishment among the myriad clans."

Finally, a mountain chief of Blood Phoenix Mountain spoke; as a power that has produced ancient emperors, his status is extremely high, indeed he possesses such authority.

As for the other clans watching, they remained silent, momentarily unsure how to respond, since neither side is something they can afford to provoke.

"Hah! He has repeatedly sent men to secretly assassinate me—do you really think I don't know? This matter isn't over!"

The Battle Saint Ape clan is famed for its strength and overbearing nature, and the Holy Prince, as the sole bloodline of the Battle Saint Emperor, holds unparalleled status.

"Yet now, the Heavenly Prince has secretly incited other ancient beings to assassinate him, continuing for over half a year—how could he swallow this anger? 'What? Secretly assassinating ancient emperor bloodline?'"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding ancient creatures were all shocked, faces filled with disbelief.

As a descendant of the Battle Saint Emperor, the Holy Prince's status among the ancient clans is unparalleled; even ancestral kings, upon seeing him, must yield three parts.

Although the Heavenly Prince is called the sole bloodline of the gods, if he acts thus against other ancient princes, it will surely draw the displeasure of certain major figures.

"Heavenly Prince, aren't you going too far? Just because you're a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor doesn't mean you can order a hit on the Holy Prince's bloodline."

A major figure from Silkworm Ridge stepped forward, eyes displeased, clearly siding with the Holy Prince.

They too have produced ancient emperors and wield extreme Dao imperial weapons, their foundations deep, thus their tone is confident.

"The Myriad Clans Assembly values harmony; logically there should be no fighting here, yet you damned slaves dare to act against ancient emperor bloodline?"

An ancient being who has lived many ages spoke, his gaze piercing.

It appears many also stand on the side of the Battle Saint Emperor.

"..."

Seeing an ancient royal clan side with the Holy Prince, this is no good omen; the Heavenly Prince's face instantly turned gloomy.

"It is the old servant who made the son of god difficult; we shall atone with death!"

Those old servants, seeing the situation turn bad, respectfully bowed to the Heavenly Prince, then decisively self-destructed on the spot, even their primordial spirits shattering.

"If so, please Holy Prince, calm your anger and refrain from further large-scale conflict."

The people of Blood Phoenix Mountain stepped forward, wishing to quell this fury; otherwise the situation would be unimaginable.

"Fine, for today we'll leave it be; later I'll come settle the score with you."

Anyway, having vented his anger, the Holy Prince ceased pressing and withdrew.

The Myriad Clans Grand Assembly is about to open; the matter has blown up, truly hard to know how it will end.

"You wait."

The Heavenly Prince watched helplessly as his maid committed suicide before him, his fists clenched tight, knuckles turning blue.

He glared viciously at the Holy Prince, his gaze like a sharp blade, fierce enough to almost kill, then gave a cold snort and left.

"Hahaha, satisfying!" Ye Fan exclaimed, greatly relieved.

"Alas, a pity—Daoist, after calculating on his fingers, you will soon face a calamity; likely you won't live long."

Duan De utterly unafraid of making a big fuss, after a bout of chaotic meddling, he leisurely shook his head and sighed.

"What did you say?"

Seeing someone curse that the Heavenly Prince's days were numbered, an ancient holy spirit immediately stepped forth, exuding a terrifying aura as it advanced toward Duan De.

"Haha, this is my friend; he's just doing divination and deduction—what's wrong with that?"

The Holy Prince laughed heartily, found these words very pleasing, and declared that Duan De was an old acquaintance of his, deserving his protection.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance; everyone turned their gaze, seeing a tall young man walking toward them.

That person was sturdy and well-built, with black hair reaching his waist, surrounded by many demonic mists, giving off a formidable aura.

His eyes were extraordinary: his left eye contained a black sun, his right eye a blood moon, making him incredibly eerie; ordinary people dare not meet his gaze, for he can devour a person's primordial spirit.

The young man stood there silently, like a black demonic mountain; his flesh could crush heaven and earth, making hearts tremble. "It's Yuan Gu!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the man's identity.

This person is indeed an ancient from the Primitive Lake, also a descendant of the ancient emperor, possessing great strength, towering over the myriad heavenly talents, and is one of the monsters standing shoulder to shoulder with the Phoenix Void Dao.

"You are that ancient holy body? Looking at you, you seem quite ordinary."

Yuan Gu had just arrived when he noticed Ye Fan, but his eyes showed little disturbance, as if commenting on a mundane matter.

"You are Yuan Gu."

Ye Fan faced him coldly, equally surprised in his heart; the opponent's strength was unfathomable, so even he had to take heed and be wary.

"It's truly laughable; the myriad clans' grand assembly is about to convene, yet the human race has sent only a barbarian king, with hardly anyone worthy of the stage."

When the assembly begins, we will have an ancestral king personally attend; I wonder what sort of person the human race will send to sit as equals with them—most likely not a single one will be able to sit at the same table!

Yuan Gu gave a cold smile, his expression ruthless, his face full of contempt.

Upon these words, many human cultivators present felt heavy-hearted, wanting to retort but finding no way to speak.

With the assembly about to start, aside from the barbarian king, the human side indeed has no one who can intimidate the ancient clans, causing many to maintain their appearance, each face grim.

"Please, come in, honored guests."

Just then, a senior elder of high standing from Yaochi stepped forward, timely stopping the impending great chaos.

Although the ancient royal clan is powerful, this is after all Yaochi's territory, and above them looms the Xi Huang Ta suppressing them, so they dare not act too arrogantly for the moment.

"Just wait and see."

Finally, Gu Yuan and the Heavenly Prince entered Yaochi side by side; Houzi, Ye Fan, and Duan De also chose to accompany them, and were all welcomed inside.

Thus, this interlude finally came to an end.

As the time for the grand gathering drew nearer, the following days saw more and more massive forces and peerless powerhouses arriving in succession.

Fortunately, the divine land of Yaochi is vast; even with many people arriving, there were places to receive them, so it did not feel crowded.

However, as time passed, the hearts of people from all sides grew ever heavier.

"The thirteen cave masters of the Fire Qilin Cave have arrived!"

"Another Dao‑severing king has arrived at the God Silkworm Ridge!"

"…"

The divine bell tolled repeatedly, signifying the arrival of great figures, yet not a single one was human; they were all ancient spirits.

This is an ill omen; if it continues like this, then, as the ancients said, perhaps only a barbarian king could barely manage to stand on stage.

"After the great change of heaven and earth, sages are hard to come by; do we of the human race truly have no one who can step forward?"

"Even if the barbarian king is strong, he cannot withstand so many ancestral kings—what are we to do?"

An oppressive and desperate atmosphere, like an impenetrable black mist, enveloped everyone's hearts, almost making them suffocate.

Even though the ancient ancestral kings have not yet arrived, merely the ancient spirits that have come are enough to make the human side glance askance; should that time truly arrive, it is hard to imagine how terrifying the situation would be.

Just then, a radiant divine list streaked across the sky of the Northern Domain; even though it was tens of thousands of li away, one could still feel its supreme pressure! The ancient scroll's divine light shone bright and splendid, like forged gold, its whole body radiant and dazzling.

This is a divine miracle unprecedented in ancient and modern times!

As the ancient scroll swept by, it was like an eternal divine light illuminating all heavens and myriad worlds, emanating a divine radiance that made all people tremble.

"The Gods' List has manifested in the world; it is the Emperor Wushi revealing himself!"

The human race, excited, wept tears as they bowed far away before the Gods' List, their hearts surging with heavenly‑shocking waves.

"This is the aura of an ancient emperor; it's practically a divine miracle!"

The immortal ancient scroll pierced the Northern Domain, illuminating every inch of its land; myriad auspicious signs descended, overwhelming the nine heavens and ten earths, emanating an unparalleled terrifying aura! The Gods' List flashed past millions of li in an instant; no one could see its form clearly, only feeling a tremendous emperor‑like tremor that made one's flesh crawl.

"It's too terrifying; could it be that Emperor Wushi is still alive?"

Even as mighty as the ancient royal clan, they all trembled in fear, their faces filled with panic.

The Gods' List followed a special trajectory, arcing across the firmament to the Fire Qilin Cave, where it lingered a moment, pouring down myriad layers of celestial light that inundated the place.

At this moment, the royalty within the Fire Qilin Cave were panic‑stricken, their faces grim, fear reaching its peak! The Gods' List was like a hand of Emperor Wushi pressing down; should it truly manifest here, even the ancient royal clan could not withstand it!

Fortunately, the Gods' List merely lingered a moment before departing.

"Is this… a warning to us?"

Only after a long while did a royal ancestor of the Fire Qilin Cave speak, his heart still palpitating, feeling like a survivor of a calamity.

That day, the Gods' List successively arrived at the God Silkworm Ridge, the Primitive Lake, the Blood Phoenix Mountain, and other habitats of the ancient royal clans, lingering briefly before vanishing into the vast horizon.

Those powerful ancient royal clans were terrified to the extreme, their gall nearly bursting from fear!

In contrast, the vast majority of the human side remained kneeling for a long time, unable to rise, in sincere worship.

Upon hearing this news, the Heavenly Prince's face turned green with rage; not long ago he had just declared that Emperor Wushi had already passed away.

But now that the Gods' List has appeared, isn't that a harsh slap to his own face? He had clearly sensed that Emperor Wushi had already passed away, so why… could it really be that he is still alive?

"There must surely be some trickery!"

No matter what, the Heavenly Prince refuses to believe, stubbornly clinging to what he holds in his heart.

His ability to rally so many ancient royal clans to his side was nothing more than spreading the news that Wushi had already passed away; otherwise, that lot would never dare to do so.

For a time, the human race gained much more confidence, and the gloom in their hearts dissipated considerably.

Has it been uncovered……

Under the Dao-Comprehension tea tree, Yang Zhu slowly opened his eyes; the Investiture of the Gods swept over the northern domain's sky, finally flying back into his hand.

Go.

He gave a gentle push; the radiant ancient scroll sank into the void, returning to the Holy Cliff, suppressing it from above.

He closed his eyes again, once more shrouded by hazy mist and law.

Inside the Jade Pool, the divine bell tolled long; a primordial ancestor king has arrived!

She was a female ancestor king, her aura terrifying and boundless, moreover extremely overbearing, carrying a fierce killing intent, she sought out the Holy Prince.

Even if it is the Holy Emperor's bloodline, one must not offend the gods; you must kneel before all tribes and apologize to the Heavenly Prince!

The female ancestor king's killing intent surged; as soon as she appeared, she made the Holy Prince, before all the clans, kneel and apologize to the Heavenly Prince.

Obviously, this ancestor king stands on the Heavenly Prince's lineage.

To kneel or not, life and death are up to you!

The Holy Prince was tightly bound by the opponent, unable to struggle, being roughly dragged out by the female ancestor king, brought before all tribes, forced to kneel.

(End of Chapter)