Chapter 787: Fallen River Heaven

One corner of the Ascension Platform.

A great sun slowly rose—indeed, it was a Dao Fruit.

[Fallen River Heaven]!

The Dao Fruit of the former Dao Lord of the Fallen River Heaven had long since fled beyond the heavens, yet now it reappeared in the cultivation world.

A graceful figure floated at the center of the great sun.

Almost merging with the great sun itself.

It was Jiang Lin.

“Wanting to attain Dao?”

Xiang Tianzhi, the foremost demonic cultivator of Taihuazhou, narrowed his eyes at Jiang Lin; besides him, several other figures stood by—Dao Lords from Wan Fadian, and Dao Lords from Jie Jiao.

A total of five!

Before these five, three others stood.

Two elderly men, one middle-aged man.

They were Zhuge Ming of Baiyu Jing, the middle-aged man with the sword on his back, and Shen Hun, Dao Lord of Shenxuan Sect.

Xiang Tianzhi’s eyelid twitched.

They had come here to sever Jiang Lin’s Dao path.

Slowly cutting flesh with a dull blade—so Baiyu Jing could not produce a Dao Lord, then gradually decline until, like Shenxuan Sect, it vanished entirely, no longer a threat to Wan Fadian.

They had not moved to scatter Jiang Lin’s Dao Seed because Zhuge Ming held in his hand that ancient tree—he had brought Baiyu Jing’s immortal tree straight to the Ascension Platform.

He was clearly prepared to fight to the death.

With this immortal gift in play, they dared not strike.

Wan Fadian was powerful, and it too possessed immortal gifts.

But as the saying goes, the barefoot have nothing to fear from the shodden; Wan Fadian, at its peak, would not risk its core strength against Baiyu Jing.

This was deterrence.

That is why factions with immortal gifts find it easier to produce Dao Lords.

But Zhuge Ming was ruthless—he had sent both of Baiyu Jing’s Dao Lords, and even brought his own immortal gift straight to the Ascension Platform.

He was clearly burning his boats.

As for Jiang Lin, he was already merging with the Dao Fruit.

All present were Dao Lords, having experienced this very moment—they knew Jiang Lin was almost certain to succeed; soon, the cultivation world would gain another Dao Lord.

Xiang Tianzhi narrowed his eyes.

Above his head, the Devouring Heaven Cauldron spun swiftly.

If Jiang Lin attained Dao, Baiyu Jing would have three Dao Lords; seizing the Jin Ting Small Continent would become exceedingly difficult.

“Zhuge the old bastard, others may fear your tricks, but I do not.”

He had not fought in too long.

The world had forgotten—he was the foremost demon lord of Taihuazhou.

What demon lord fears anything?

Just as he was about to act, a voice came from behind: “Brother Xiang, this old man comes to aid you.”

Xiang Tianzhi turned and grinned.

Three figures appeared—all Dao Lords of the Shenxu Immortal Dynasty.

The one who had spoken was Qianxin Dao Lord.

“Thank you, Brother Qianxin.”

Xiang Tianzhi grinned.

He had heard: Jiang Lin had lent his sword to Zhu Yuanlong on Mount Funiu, and it had utterly ruined Qianxin Dao Lord.

Clearly, he had come to settle the score.

“This boy dies today.”

With the three from Shenxu Immortal Dynasty joining, there were now eight Dao Lords in total.

In thousands of years, only the Ju Xiang Uprising had drawn so many Dao Lords together.

Xiang Tianzhi’s lips curled into a cruel smile—even with Zhuge Ming’s immortal gift, he could not suppress eight Dao Lords.

Did the Ju Xiang Dao Lord not have an immortal gift?

Yet he was still shattered in the end.

How much less could these three compare to the Ju Xiang Dao Lord?

Seeing Qianxin Dao Lord appear, Zhuge Ming’s gaze grew grave—he felt overwhelming pressure.

Xiang Tianzhi roared.

The Devouring Heaven Cauldron above his head spewed black qi and hurtled toward Zhuge Ming and the others; at the same moment, the other Dao Lords struck in unison.

Divine arts blazed forth!

The ground of the Ascension Platform, so unbreakable, began to crack.

Jiang Lin watched all of this unfold.