Chapter 283: Ancestral King Provokes, Seeks to Seize the Holy Scripture

For example, the Yaoguang Holy Son, now called the Yaoguang King, even his disciples have risen strongly among the younger generation.

Among the various holy lands and forces, many have risen; even chaotic physiques have appeared, though mixed and not pure, they are still quite shocking.

In the East Wasteland Central Region, a great battle is now unfolding; many strong ones have heard the news and come, wanting to investigate.

As the sun set west, two handsome figures clashed fiercely; though only eighteen or nineteen years old, their cultivation was already not low.

These were Tongtong and a youthful prodigy of the Wanchu Holy Land.

When they struck, their moves were powerful; various divine powers collided, sparking splendid sparks, and many surrounding peaks were pierced through.

They had already fought over a hundred rounds; Tongtong, with absolute advantage, held the upper hand, pressing down on the opponent.

"I come from the Immortal Holy Land, with deep foundations; how can you compare to me?"

A disciple of the Wanchu Holy Land shouted, saying he possessed a rare chaotic body; although thin, it was absolutely powerful, able to contend with other divine bodies.

As the sound faded, he clasped his hands; a divine halo appeared behind him, specks of starlight condensed, and a divine sword several zhang tall appeared.

The divine sword shone with holy light, intertwined with specks of chaos; as it fell, its terrifying might cracked the void, opening many black fine lines, and the earth trembled.

"So what? I fear no one; even if you come from a holy land, I will still cut you down!"

Tongtong was very dominant; over these years he shed his childishness, no longer the little boy who could only hide behind, now able to stand alone against one side.

His inner aura surged instantly; the boundless solar power gushed forth, scorching breath billowing, even the void melted.

He raised his hand for a moment; the whole sky was suffused with golden light, nine suns appeared, illuminating the heavens, brighter than stars, terrifying in might!

"This Tongtong is truly astonishing; in just a few years he rose to dominance, though I do not know whose disciple he is."

"The Sun Holy Body is already strong enough, and within flows imperial holy blood; in this generation, he likely has few rivals!"

The onlookers marveled; Tongtong's situation was no longer a secret, having long been spread.

However, no one knows which faction Tongtong comes from; although those with holy bodies draw near, Ye Fan clearly stated that Tongtong is not his disciple.

"Boom—!"

With a change of gesture, the Nine Luminaries seemed to come alive, transforming into a single solar divine bird, spreading its wings and soaring, emitting a chilling aura.

"Anything that touches it will be burned to ashes!" "Clang clang clang!"

Finally, the nine-headed divine bird spread its wings, carrying a sea of flames to pounce upon that peerless divine sword; accompanied by a clanging sword cry, the divine sword shattered inch by inch.

The flying fragments exploded; the various laws within were ignited by holy fire, boundless terror; several mountain ranges were affected, instantly shattered, nearly collapsing.

"With such a realm, one can produce this might; the younger generation is to be feared!"

Even the onlookers were forced back hundreds of zhang, unwilling to touch that terrifying divine fire.

Finally, the divine sword was completely pulverized; the Wanchu disciple was swept sideways, flying out, coughing up blood in big mouthfuls, while the divine halo behind him all exploded.

On his so‑called Immortal Chaotic Treasure Body, blood marks covered, blood flowed nonstop, and he suffered grave injury.

Just as Tongtong sought to press the attack, a vast void hand appeared, several tens of zhang wide, terrifying and boundless, bearing the aura of beheading‑dao power, aiming to suppress Tongtong.

"What?"

Tongtong obviously startled; even if he were stronger, he still could not match the offensive of a beheading‑dao sovereign.

"Boom!"

At that moment, a golden‑glittering iron rod swept across the sky, mighty and domineering, explosively powerful, shattering the great hand that clawed toward Tongtong.

"Really shameless! Juniors contending, life and death are fated—why do you interfere?"

The Holy Prince, Ye Fan, and a man appeared, coming before Tongtong to protect him; the monkey‑like fury of the staff pointed in a direction as he shouted.

"Not bad; for the younger generation to clash and actually intervene to protect—truly shameless!"

The other cultivators, seeing this, also spoke out angrily; they had agreed before Tongtong and the other fought that life and death were mutual, and even if slain on the spot they could hold no grudge.

But now, at the moment the Wanchu disciple fell, someone secretly reached out to block; such behavior is already quite obvious…

The person in the dark neither spoke nor revealed himself, for opposite him were beings he did not wish to provoke.

The Holy Prince and Ye Fan, famed throughout the East Wasteland, have always been focal figures.

And that final man, though his looks were not handsome and he seemed somewhat silent and reserved, yet no one dared to slight him in the least.

Because he comes from the Ancient Clan Ji Family, named Ji Zi, of the Void Great Emperor's bloodline, he is truly the rightful Human Imperial Son!

When his identity was exposed then, it stirred a tremendous upheaval, shocking the whole world.

In one great era, two imperial sons, both descended from two renowned great emperors; many lament that this is an unprecedented golden age!

"How? Even the people of the Wanchu Holy Land also want to do such a despicable thing?"

Ye Fan spoke indignantly; Yang Zhu, before leaving, had told him to summon Tongtong often, and he naturally felt obliged.

"Hmph!"

Not long after he finished speaking, a yet more terrifying aura swept over, making everyone present almost suffocate.

"Holy might… could a sage have made a move?"

People were startled; this actually was holy might, far surpassing beheading‑dao power—could it be that a sage secretly intervened?

"Senior, juniors clashing—could it be that you also want to intervene?"

Ye Fan's face instantly sank; he could clearly feel that the sage's might was directed at Tongtong.

Even so, he never retreated.

"Heh, I care not how they are; I merely heard that this little fellow possesses the Sun Holy Scripture and wanted to borrow it for a look."

The person in the dark sneered, tone cold, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

Upon these words, the whole assembly of cultivators fell silent; setting aside whether Tongtong truly possesses the Sun Holy Scripture, even if he did, it could not be lent out.

That is an ancient imperial scripture; even the Ancient Clan treats it as their most precious treasure—if anyone harbors designs on it, they will immediately fight you to the death! "That is the scripture of the Sun Holy Emperor, priceless—not something you can just borrow."

The silent and reserved Ji Zi spoke; as a descendant of the great emperor, he knew even better the value of the imperial scripture.

"Please, sir, restrain yourself; do not forget the regulations set at the Yaochi Grand Assembly."

Though his words were few, he was utterly composed; even if currently outmatched, he feared no one.

Heh, the Yaochi Grand Assembly…… but it never said we couldn't make a move for treasures, right? We can't just have reached our level and not be able to fight over anything, can we?

From the other side of the horizon came a cold snort—there was more than just one ancient sage who had arrived! 'Not bad, the human race's Great Emperor's ancient scripture; we've long wanted to borrow it for a read.'

The third wave of holy might spread across the sky and earth, unrestrained and undisguised, bearing an air of looking down upon the world.

Three ancient sages…… no, to be precise, they should be three ancient kings descending—this is not a good trend.

After the Yaochi Grand Assembly ended, after a period of time, the various races indeed followed the agreed rules and enjoyed a peaceful spell. But with Yang Zhu's departure, and the emergence of the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, some restless ancestor kings began to appear, starting to test the assembly's rules.

In response, the human race sages repeatedly warned, but to little effect; instead, the other side grew ever more aggressive.

To avoid blowing things up and breaking the peace, the human race side could only endure and choose to ignore.

For a moment, even the three Ji Zi fell silent; the three ancestor kings arrived together, clearly having prearranged this.

Although they were not simple, they were still not enough to intimidate these fellows.

Boom!

A holy might came from somewhere, causing this space to tremble; the three ancestor kings who had spoken from the shadows were all shaken into revealing their forms.

Those three ancestor kings wore iron armor; under the moonlight it gleamed with a cold light, their surfaces marked with countless scars from swords, spears, axes and halberds—traces left from many great battles.

Who goes there?

Seeing the forced appearance, the three were first startled, then warily scanned the scene, thinking, 'Could it be that a human race sage is present?'

Since you've made a move, there's no need to hide; I happen to be looking for someone to spar with.

One of them held a black long spear, eyeing its prey like a hunter, actually burning with eager anticipation.

What big talk.

A low, lingering sound drifted in; though not loud, it clearly entered everyone's mind, making their spirits tremble involuntarily.

Hiss—

All eyes turned as one to the horizon, where a proud divine steed strode forward, stepping on starlight, head held high.

The dragon horse's body was covered in red scales like rosy clouds, flowing with precious light; the mane on its neck and back shone like silk, a foot long, flickering like flames—extremely handsome.

Yang Zhu sat upon the dragon horse, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his aura leisurely divine, resembling an immortal emperor on patrol; without moving, he exuded an otherworldly elegance.

Sun, moon and starlight accompanied him; even the stars in the sky fell down, circling around him, making him appear like a deity—beyond precious.

Behind him followed the Yaochi Holy Maiden, the Big Black Dog, and Duan De, all of extraordinary bearing, coming slowly with Yang Zhu from afar.

'Is… that a Holy Body Dao Embryo? He's back!'

'Our human race Imperial Son has returned to take charge again—see how you can still be arrogant!'

After a moment of silence, it instantly erupted like a volcano, boiling over as everyone exploded into an uproar.

Many were excited, stirred, and exhilarated; after years apart, seeing the Wushi Emperor's Son again left their hearts unsettled.

'Is the mount beneath the Emperor's Son a divine beast?'

'A dragon horse is the essence of heaven and earth, its form thus: a horse's body with dragon scales, hence the name dragon horse…… This is the legendary dragon horse, the exclusive mount of the ancient great emperors!'

The more people looked, the more astonished they were—this matched exactly the ancient records; it was not a mortal fetus, but a divine beast conceived from the essence of heaven and earth! 'You dare to act against Tongtong, seeking to seize the Human Emperor's Sacred Scripture, just to ruin the rules I set down at the beginning?'

Yang Zhu sat on the dragon horse, looking down upon the three ancestor kings; faint runes shimmered in his eyes, exuding a compelling intimidation.

Faced with Yang Zhu, the three ancestor kings were momentarily speechless, the corners of their eyes twitching.

First, they feared Yang Zhu's identity as the Wushi Emperor's Son—not to mention them, even the Eight Divine Generals would not dare act rashly.

Second, the present Yang Zhu is so unfathomable that even they cannot see his strength, leaving them terrified.

'The Emperor's Son is asking you a question! What the hell, you ink stain?'

The Big Black Dog turned its head, not giving the other a glance, and shouted loudly.

This might just be a misunderstanding.

Now the three ancestor kings had no confidence left, looking for an excuse to get by.

No need to explain—since you've broken the rules, I'll just kill you all.

But Yang Zhu wouldn't give them a chance; his tone was calm yet firm, startling everyone present.

'What, kill an ancestor king? That's a terrifying existence only ancient sages can contend with—could the Emperor's Son's power already be this great?'

No one could keep calm; hearts pounded as Yang Zhu, after years away, returned and in his first move declared he would kill an ancestor king—it was too shocking.

Yang Zhu moved; as he dismounted, overwhelming battle intent surged, and with a step his purple-gold blood qi boiled, suffusing a radius of a hundred thousand miles with an immortal glow.

Sun and moon swayed; the entire Milky Way fell, glittering behind him as silver rivers hung upside down, thick as heavenly waterfalls, pouring down in mighty torrents.

Boom!

A punch blasted out; mountains and rivers for thousands of miles stirred, as if an earthquake had occurred, everything exploding into dust that scattered with even a trace of its aura.

Even the void collapsed completely, black spatial abysses appearing, emitting dark light, connecting to unknown dimensions.

'How is this possible?!'

The three ancestor kings' scalps went numb; although they couldn't gauge Yang Zhu's strength, they faintly felt he had not yet broken through the holy realm.

Yet this seemingly casual strike was in no way inferior to a sage's attack!

One of them, taking the brunt, casually grabbed a scrap of heaven-earth rune to block, while throwing a punch wrapped in holy might.

Boom!

As the two fists collided, a tremendous sound like thunder exploded, the earth for thousands of miles cracking, nearly being sunk.

On the field, holy might spread across heaven and earth, terrifying beyond compare, yet in an instant the radiant purple-gold blood qi devoured everything, not sparing even the holy might.

Pfft……

Finally, blood blossomed; that ancestor king was flung sideways, his entire arm broken like withered wood, falling to the ground along with a few rags.

The spraying blood was shocking, dyeing half his body red; excruciating pain spread through him, leaving the ancestor king's eyes utterly gloomy.

'Hiss… just one move and the ancestor king is bloodied—Wushi Emperor's Son, so mighty—has the younger generation truly become invincible?'

People sucked in a breath of cold air—what tremendous world-shaking power, a single punch crippling an ancestor king's arm; if this got out, it would surely shock the world!

「From my birth until now, I have never met an opponent of the same realm—not even an ancient prince could match me; many who were of higher realm than I have been slain by me. Now I have attained perfection in the Immortal Three Severing Dao; before I break through, I will first kill you three, just to practice my hand. 」

Yang Zhu backed against the star river, his body entwined with chaos, seeming like the sovereign of heaven and earth, looking down upon the vast land, possessing an unrivaled divine might, with all ways submitting! 「The Emperor Wushi swept across an era; even an imperial heir possesses the talent of a great emperor! 」

The sound fell, and the cultivators present could no longer remain calm—what grandeur and composure!

Within each person's body, it was as if a cluster of flames exploded inside, causing their blood to boil uncontrollably and their qi and blood to surge upward!

Yang Zhu took a step forward, the stars shifted and the heavens turned, arriving outside the realm; otherwise, with his current strength, the lower regions would likely be unable to withstand such might.

Ye Fan, at the Immortal Three level, can already slay saints; the protagonist does so with ease, so I don't want to see anyone coming out to point fingers.

Besides, the reason for the protagonist's mother being sealed in dust has been changed; if you have time, feel free to take a look. (The Chaos Body is not suppressed by the Emperor's Dao laws—I really forgot that, thanks for the reminder.) (End of chapter)