Chapter 271: with translation of chapter title

The heights you have reached so far are merely my starting point, and I have even reached it nine times.

On the Heaven-Reaching Dao Platform, inside the Jade Pool Immortal Soil, everyone was silent as cicadas in winter, all gazes fixed on Yang Zhu, holding their breath and watching intently.

If we're to speak frankly, even those below the Great Sage aren't qualified to meet my gaze, yet you lot of petty scoundrels dare to insult my human race, to insult my human race's predecessors?

Yang Zhu's voice was not loud, yet it was mingled with ripples of divine power, causing heaven and earth, the six directions and eight wildernesses, the Great Dao itself to roar, penetrating deep into every person's soul.

The emergence of primordial beings begins with the opening of Purple Mountain; you wouldn't think that merely relying on those five Extreme Dao Imperial Weapons could open Purple Mountain, would you?

I know the great age is coming; I deliberately let the Wushi Bell open at the proper moment before releasing you, and in doing so I naturally have full confidence in suppressing you!

Yang Zhu's tone was resonant, his eyes firm, as he laid everything out.

Since my birth I have concealed my identity; what for? Nothing but to lure you and those ancient emperor descendants out—if they knew of my existence, would even a waste like the Heavenly Prince dare to appear?

As soon as these words were spoken, no one could remain calm; it was simply too fantastical—deliberately releasing primordial beings and imperial bloodlines, then moving to suppress them? Only the Wushi Imperial Son could possibly have such power!

Having said that, two little sprites danced around Yang Zhu, emitting dreamlike immortal light, then each entered the bodies of the God King and the God Turtle.

This... could it be dream-grade divine marrow?

Instantly, a warm divine power dissipated, their original injuries healing at a visible speed, even the white-clothed God King was shocked.

On the black stone platform, over twenty ancestral kings had faces ashen, cold air seeping from their joints, their eyes twitching uncontrollably, yet they dared not utter a word.

Even the Fallen Heaven King, the strongest present, could not help but be shocked, daring not to utter a word of rebuttal.

The appearance of the Wushi Imperial Son is not something they dare to act against lightly; even a slight misstep could bring annihilation upon their own clan—this holds true even for the primordial royal clans!

Moreover, they would not be foolish enough to think that Yang Zhu, without any preparation, would dare to suppress the entire assembly single-handedly.

Among the humans present, emotions surged, hot tears fell, and their bodies trembled.

Only now did everyone, as if relieved of a burden, exhale, and the gloom shrouding their hearts was completely dispelled.

The previous humiliation, despair, and unwillingness—at this moment, erased by Yang Zhu's words—'Exactly, truly not fearing that the Imperial Son would suppress and slaughter you here!' the Black Emperor echoed.

Although you are an Imperial Son, when we arrived we already had two ancient emperor weapons aimed here; furthermore... please, Imperial Son, exercise restraint.

The ancestral king of the Son Dragon from the Myriad Dragon Nest spoke, his face grave, for he truly sensed a hint of killing intent in Yang Zhu's words.

Although it might be aimed only at some of them, he nevertheless had to take it seriously.

Haha, two ancient emperor weapons—are you threatening me?

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhu instead laughed, then his gaze suddenly turned sharp, sweeping over everyone present.

I am the Son of Wushi, a descendant of Xi Huang, and my grandfather is a Great Accomplished Saint Body—are you comparing foundations with me?

His voice rose a few notches, like the Heavenly Sound of the Great Dao exploding, shaking hearts!

Boom!

Above the Jade Pool Immortal Soil, the Immortal Tears Green Gold Tower hummed, a hazy green mist descending, each strand as thick as a great mountain, imperial might permeating! The Xi Huang Ta flew down, shrinking to the size of an arm, hovering beside Yang Zhu.

Whoosh!

Immortal light pierced the thirty-three heavens, a sharp killing intent sweeping through, even the stars beyond the realm trembled, as if they might explode at any moment.

The golden war spear revived within Yang Zhu's body, bursting forth with ten-thousand-zhang radiance, hovering beside him! 'Hum!'

Endless black light suddenly appeared; just one strand could rend the universe, linking to the unknown cosmos.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Vessel emerged, its mouth uniquely devouring the essence of heaven and earth, even the starlight in the sky sucked in, terrifying to the extreme, exuding an eerie aura.

Rip!

The Slaying Immortal Diagram appeared, the brilliant Dao diagram trembling slightly, space shattered, as four imperial swords emerged, imperial might sweeping like the sea! The four swords shot out, guarding the four directions, while the diagram served as the formation's eye, unfolding behind Yang Zhu.

In an instant, a killing intent enveloped a radius of a million li! 'Clang clang clang!'

The lingering bell rang, spreading to every corner of the Eastern Wasteland, only this time the bell did not sound from within the Jade Pool, but came from Purple Mountain!

The void was torn open, the Wushi Bell shot forth, ancient and solemn, its surface hazy, veiled by chaotic qi, so that even a Great Sage could not discern the pattern above.

Dong!

The Wushi Bell hovered in Yang Zhu's palm, its lingering toll resonant, everyone felt an unsurpassable pressure, unable to help but kneel again.

At the same time, imperial might surged like a universe pressing down, the ancestral kings' bodies were squeezed and bent, all kneeling together.

Some ancestral kings still tried to resist, but the endless imperial might crushed their bones until they broke, finally unable to support themselves, they slumped limp in kneeling.

At the same moment, in an uninhabited expanse, towering peaks rose, a brilliant divine list shot up into the sky at that instant, flying toward the Jade Pool! The Investiture of the Gods list soared, its light illuminating past, present, and future; every inch of land in the Eastern Wasteland was tinged with an immortal halo, holy and auspicious.

Finally, the Investiture of the Gods list also came to Yang Zhu's side, emitting ten-thousand-zhang immortal radiance, causing everyone to tremble.

Rumble!

Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered, imperial runes flashing, imperial might permeating, actually resembling the Investiture of the Gods list—not an imperial weapon yet surpassing one.

This is Extreme Dao imperial might, and not just one strand!

What's going on—did someone deploy imperial weapons for a decisive battle?

Throughout the Eastern Wasteland, everyone could feel the imperial might permeating; those who didn't know what was happening trembled with fear, for if imperial weapons truly clashed, the Eastern Wasteland might well be shattered!

The Primordial Ancient Mine swallows and emits the sun, moon, and stars, mysterious and unfathomable; this day once again a supreme existence awakened.

Wushi, Wushi, you really don't want to leave us a way to live, do you...

They naturally sensed the revival of the Wushi Bell and the Xi Huang Ta, instantly understanding what was happening; after a long while, they let out a lingering sigh.

Great Emperor Wushi proved the Dao over five hundred years, silencing them all; now his Imperial Son has appeared, likely even more formidable.

The road to immortality is about to open; this is clearly aimed at them, at this great age.

Inside the Jade Pool, not a sparrow chirped, time itself seemed to freeze, everyone stunned by the scene before them...

Seven imperial weapons, exactly seven! Gazing across the vast Eastern Wasteland, those immortal forces possessing complete imperial weapons are few enough to count on one hand, yet now seven have appeared! And they are all grasped by a single person! 'Howl! Even common ants dare to compare foundations with the Imperial Son and Imperial Grandson? Pile together all the foundations of your ancient clans, then come at me all at once!'

Even the Black Emperor couldn't help but tremble with excitement; seeing such a number of imperial weapons, it was his first time.

Although these words are wild, they are not without reason; even if the ancient clans could muster all their ancient emperor weapons together, they might not exceed Yang Zhu's by much.

The Imperial Son is also a descendant of Xi Huang—does that mean the Great Emperor Wushi himself is merely an Imperial Son?!

Two Great Emperors, one Great Accomplished Saint Body—my goodness, this is simply unimaginable...

The human race seethed, hearts stirred and words overflowed; it seemed only the Imperial Son alone was needed to suppress the primordial beings!

"Those who insult our human race deserve death."

Yang Zhu's qi and blood boiled, the Beginningless Bell trembled softly, and boundless imperial might permeated!

Blood light flashed, and the more than ten ancestor kings who had previously insulted the human race instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, turning to flying ash.

"Ah..." Afterwards the Gods' Seal List shot out, rushing to the edge of the mountains beyond Jade Pool; amidst a chorus of screams, those controlling the Ancient Emperor's armaments were instantly eradicated.

"Bring them to me!"

Under the support of the Beginningless Bell, Yang Zhu activated the Soldier's Secret; moments later, two Ancient Emperor's armaments were seized into his hands.

One was the Myriad Dragon Ling from the Absolute Myriad Dragon Nest, the other the Phoenix Wing Gilded Halberd from Blood Phoenix Mountain.

"Are you two great clans planning to join forces to wipe out the human race here?"

Yang Zhu looked down from above, gazing upon the Purple Forest Ancestral King and the Lord of Blood Phoenix Mountain, who knelt immobilized on the ground; his eyes were deep, as if a world was evolving within them.

"Em... Imperial Son, you jest; we were merely... merely afraid of an accident, just protecting ourselves."

The Purple Forest Elder merely lifted his eyes slightly, and saw several Imperial armaments hanging before him; instantly his heart pounded with fear, his gall trembled.

"That's right, we are only doing this for self-preservation... self-preservation."

The Lord of Blood Phoenix Mountain quickly echoed, "Just a moment ago, more than ten ancestor kings of equal rank were instantly eradicated."

He had no doubt that if he misspoke a single word, Yang Zhu would activate the Imperial armaments and slay him on the spot.

"It's best this way; otherwise, before long I will surely bring the Imperial armaments to wander your habitats."

Yang Zhu naturally knew the other's purpose in coming, but now that goal had been achieved, there was no need to continue fighting.

What he needed to do today was to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so he had no humility whatsoever; moreover, given his status, these things meant nothing.

"If that is the case, then I will suppress the Ancient Emperor's armaments on Purple Mountain for a year; during that time, if you try to forcibly recall them, what returns will not be just your Ancient Emperor's armaments."

The meaning of these words is already clear; if you truly wish to recall them, then several Imperial armaments may simultaneously descend upon your ancestral lands.

"The myriad races' gathering is meant to sit down and discuss affairs of coexistence among the myriad races; now tell me, does our human race have the qualifications?"

Yang Zhu then asked another ancestor king; although he had not spoken insults toward the human race, Yang Zhu could see from his eyes a kind of cold contempt for humanity.

"Naturally, naturally."

That ancestor king almost instinctively nodded, daring not to hesitate the slightest, for just a moment ago he felt the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array aimed directly at him…

The Beginningless Bell flew back, carrying those two Ancient Emperor's armaments to suppress them within Purple Mountain.

The Immortal Tears Green Gold Pagoda also returned above Jade Pool, draping down a hazy green mist that soon vanished into the firmament, becoming indistinct.

As for the rest, everything returned to Yang Zhu's body; even the Gods' Seal List did not immediately depart, entering his Immortal Platform.

"The Beginningless Imperial Son is truly extraordinary; my respects."

A few days later, an even more powerful ancestor king arrived, but he was no longer overbearing; instead he was courteous, offering salutations and intending to sit down for talks.

"The Nine Phoenix Ancestral King has arrived!"

Afterwards, a terrifying existence from the Blood Phoenix Mountain royal clan appeared, equal in rank to the Fallen Heaven King, honored as the Nine Phoenix King, rarely matched in primordial times.

His appearance caused a stir; those who understood knew how terrifying he was, his might shaking the primordial ages.

Even the former supreme Fighting Saint Emperor once said, "His aptitude is not bad"; from that alone one can see his talent.

Not long after, people stirred again as another great figure arrived—this time it was the human race's sage, the greatest bandit of the Northern Domain, the Undying Old One! "I have seen the human Imperial Son."

"The Undying Old One has seen the Imperial Son."

Neither relied on their strength to show the slightest disrespect; both performed the great rites with utmost reverence.

The human Imperial Son, having the closest connection to the ancient great emperors, compels anyone who sees him to bow!

"The venerable lord of the Qi Shi Manor pays respects to the human Imperial Son."

"The Tianxuan Guard Yi has seen the Imperial Son."

Then two more human sages arrived, performed the great rites, and successively entered the council chamber; only those of sage rank or higher were qualified to enter just now.

Yang Zhu merely standing there was like a divine needle that stabilizes the sea, able to suppress all; regardless of the visitor's strength, they must treat him courteously.

"Hehe, after more than ten years apart in the Central State, this old man is finally fortunate to see the Imperial Son again."

The ailing old man arrived, supported by Xia Jiuyou, walking slowly forward, smiling as he clasped his hands in salute.

Though he appeared frail, no one dared to slight him, for many knew he had survived eight or nine thousand years, his strength fearsome.

"You have worked hard before."

Yang Zhu knew that the first display of the Gods' Seal List's power was due to his joint activation with Ancient Tian Shu.

Unlike Yang Zhu, they could take them down at will; even with the Soldier's Secret's support, it would inevitably consume much energy, even draining life essence to accomplish.

"Imperial Son, you overpraise me; when the human race faces trouble, I naturally must do something… cough… cough…"

Gai Jiuyou smiled faintly, and after speaking, he coughed repeatedly.

"Keep these; they will be of help to you."

Yang Zhu was not stingy; he took out the prepared treasure vase and wooden box and handed them over.

"The essence of the Undying Medicine, plus the trunk of the Fusang Divine Tree… this… is too precious; using it on a dying person like me would be utterly wasteful."

After receiving it, a sweep of his divine sense let Gai Jiuyou know how rare the contents were; they were all parts of the Undying Medicine.

"Senior, you have rendered great merit to the human race; no need to decline."

Yang Zhu insisted, saying Gai Jiuyou truly was a generation's outstanding figure; even when later facing the forbidden zone's turmoil, he unswervingly confronted the supreme, even if it meant his death and the vanishing of his Dao.

"Exactly, senior, just accept it; do you really need the Imperial Son to issue an edict before you'll accept it?"

The big black dog beside them grinned widely and chimed in.

"Then… thank you, Imperial Son."

Seeing this, the ailing old man let out a long sigh and again clasped his hands in salute.

"Huntuo has seen the Imperial Son; his bearing is likely not inferior to that of the great emperor of old."

An ordinary-looking old man stepped forward, looking very much like a village elder, his clothing very simple.

"He is Huntuo Dasheng!"

Everyone was shocked, and soon someone recognized his identity.

Huntuo Dasheng's name shook the ancient era; in his life he had only one defeat, being suppressed by the opponent with just one hand.

But he was by no means disgraced, for that was an invincible existence—the Dou Zhan Sheng Huang; not mentioning the outcome, just this courage alone inspires admiration.

(End of chapter)