Chapter 1004 - 591: Those Who Speak My True Name—Your Soul Awaits Beyond the Gate of Life and Death!

Three years later.

The Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts is a renowned sacred mountain on the Xuan Qi Continent.

Here, ranks are strict, and bloodshed is everywhere.

In the outer world, various rare and powerful Great Demon Kings are no longer mere illusions but truly exist, each ruling over their territory.

Late at night, when all is silent and pitch-black, the scenery is invisible.

Amidst the towering mountains, ferocious beasts run wild, divine birds appear, and various terrifying sounds echo in the darkness, as if to shatter this piece of heaven and earth.

At the deepest part of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts, a soft light appears, looking from afar like a massive black phoenix.

However, this black phoenix is filled with the rules of steel and possesses a unique beauty.

The Other Shore Ark!

After spending years, the human race, led by Shang Yaoqin, Li Ziping, Flower Yingying, and Bo Qing, has finally managed The Other Shore Ark to land on the Xuan Qi Continent.

And thanks to proper preparations, they seamlessly integrated into the Xuan Qi Continent without causing much disturbance in this world.

"Woo woo woo..."

"One day, we will return to the Martial World to reclaim everything we lost!"

"It’s time to start anew. The Xuan Qi Continent is just a Lesser Thousand World; I must break into the Great Thousand Worlds and become the Great Emperor..."

At this moment, many Human Martial Saints feel both joy and sorrow, sometimes with boundless pride, sometimes lamenting their own fates.

The journey was not peaceful, but thankfully, they made it in the end.

They have finally escaped the hunting crisis imposed by the Soul Killing Banner and Xuan Guangqiao!

Thinking of this, the Human Clan Saints weep with joy, tears of hardship and sweet relief flowing from their eyes.

At this moment.

Under the moonlit night, Wu Changlong rides a Golden Dragon Horse, standing on a mountaintop.

He is clad in heavy armor, holding the Void Triton and standing in the void, his gaze cold and the golden emperor shadow of Yuan Zheng enveloping him, emitting immortal radiance!

He gazes at the Martial Saints, who are mentally shaken and confused, pondering for a moment, then suddenly raises the Void Triton and points it straight at the sky of the Xuan Qi Continent.

In his pupils, runes blaze fiercely, his black hair drapes down, and he exudes an invincible aura, owing to the emperor’s blood of Yuan Zheng running through his veins.

With a thunderous sound, the Void Triton pierces forth, and a bright, poignant celestial light blooms, shedding red haze and mist, like blood scattering.

This piece of heaven and earth wails in mourning!

This is the legendary power of Yun Dynasty!

In an instant, Wu Changlong captures the attention of all the Martial Saint pioneers.

You only hear his cold shout:

"This is already the Outer Heavens, why are we still talking about that damn Xuan Guangqiao, everyone pull yourselves together."

"Even if He is a Creator Saint or the World Devouring Demon Lord, He cannot interfere in this realm. The future is surely ours!"

Roaring sound—

Like a thunderclap echoing on level ground, like giant waves rising in Mirror Lake.

The Martial Saints stare at Wu Changlong in shock, their expressions changing drastically.

They do not understand what Wu Changlong means.

Among them, Bai Qingxu feels a tremor in his heart, hurriedly flying forward to stop Wu Changlong from continuing his belligerent talk.

"Hmph, I have my own plan!" Yet unexpectedly, Wu Changlong drives Bai Qingxu away, continuing to voice insults against Xuan Guangqiao.

On one hand, Wu Changlong is venting his fear and discontent accumulated over the years.

On the other hand, he is also trying to shatter the invincible legend of Xuan Guangqiao in the hearts of Human Clan Saints.

As a descendant bearing the emperor’s blood of Yuan Zheng, Wu Changlong understands the importance of Qi Luck better than anyone. At this point, it is the best opportunity to break the invincible myth of Xuan Guangqiao.

And he will, through this process, be where the people’s hearts lead!

Even him rising from a Quasi-Emperor Realm to an ultimate Quasi-Emperor peak is not impossible!

Indeed, that is the case.

With Wu Changlong’s words of condemnation, the Human Clan Saints are filled with surprise, and their courage gradually strengthens.

But...

Bai Qingxu becomes increasingly fearful because the Blood of Ten Thousand Water Emperor within him is buzzing, urging him to quickly get away from Wu Changlong.

The Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters has always gone smoothly, rising with the tide, understanding how to seize opportunities, and holding steady even in times of adversity, unaffected by worldly affairs, truly like "water."

What aided the Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters in achieving this was the supreme secret art of Luck Tao.

Coincidentally, Bai Qingxu, with cultivation reaching Quasi-Emperor, has inherited this aspect.

"Damn it, shut up—" Bai Qingxu’s body trembles, the bow Holy Artifact on his back spontaneously breaks.

Great misfortune!

At this moment, the sky is heavy, the night is endlessly dark, and an extremely ominous aura descends.

Not just Bai Qingxu; any Human Clan Saint senses that something is wrong.

Wu Changlong, who was just shouting angrily, is now drenched in sweat, raising his head blankly, eyes full of disbelief.

In the thick night, a point of seven-colored light suddenly appears.

The seven-colored light expands, forming a seven-colored giant bridge, then abruptly blasts apart, chaos primordial qi pervades, transforming into clusters of dazzling divine light.

There, a dragon shadow of purple-gold spirals.

The true body is unseen, unheard, leaving only a residual shadow.

Without a doubt, this is a presence capable of overlooking the Ninth Heaven and Ten Earths, an extremely supreme existence.

"No, it’s impossible..."

Feeling this fearsome yet familiar aura, Shang Yaoqin lifts his head with great difficulty, Li Ziping’s mouth is slightly open, Flower Yingying feels as if her heart has died.

Bo Qing’s face is solemn, tightly gripping the Heavenly River Sword and Soul Killing Banner, standing in front of Ji Limin and other members of the Bo Family, shielding them from the wind and rain...

In an instant, boundless panic is born in the hearts of the Human Clan Saints.