Chapter 871: Jiang Shenwang: It

High in the sky, Fang Yu manifested his towering form—a divine technique resembling the Great Sage Equaling Heaven from Journey to the West in Ye Fan and Pang Bo's eyes, but in truth, it was the transformation of his Immortal Body from the Longevity Secret Realm.

The Immortal Body can expand or contract: vast as hundreds of millions of zhang, tiny as a mayfly or ant, endlessly shifting, all at will.

At this moment, Fang Yu revealed his towering form, instantly knocking one of the Ancient Wang Zu to the ground and hurling him away, immediately alarming everyone.

"That is also Fang Yu? How many secrets does Fang Yu truly hold?"

Xiang Yifei, the Holy Son of Dàyǎn Holy Land, was stunned—he had never imagined Fang Yu could grow so enormous.

This utterly surpassed his expectations.

A human's physical form is fixed as it is; it cannot be altered at will. Moreover, the body is the most precious thing—a severed head or shattered heart means instant death.

Yet now Fang Yu can grow this large—what changes occur within his five viscera and six bowels? Could even his heart swell to the size of a mountain?

Then the Palace Secret Realm—has he cultivated it to an unimaginable terror?

Then the Four Extremities Secret Realm—has he cultivated it to crush all peers?

What of the Transformation Dragon Secret Realm?

"Brother Fang can grow this large?"

The Purple Mansion Holy Maiden gazed from a palace pavilion; in her sight, Fang Yu moved—merely raising a hand or stepping a foot, he subdued an Ancient being, leaving her utterly astonished.

She was stunned that Fang Yu could expand, and stunned by Fang Yu's strength.

Fang Yu doesn't look old—how could he reach such a level in so short a time? Even a Chaos Body, cultivating from birth, could hardly have attained the Great Expert level, let alone the Holy Lord level by now.

She is a Primordial Dao Womb, and even now she remains only in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, striving to elevate the realm and enter the Transformation Dragon stage.

"Brother Fang always brings surprises. After this display, all Holy Lands will surely fear him and dare not act rashly."

The young Daoist maiden of Dao Yi Holy Land mused inwardly.

Originally, Brother Fang gained too many benefits in the Divine City—Ancient Wang Zu skulls, Qilin seed divine herbs, Ancient Insect Origins—none were guaranteed safe; many would seek to buy them, and if Brother Fang refused, they'd surely resort to treachery.

But now, with Fang Yu displaying such astonishing power, some beings will fear him and dare not act rashly.

Think: if a peerless genius rivaling a Holy Lord isn't killed in one strike and becomes an enemy, the feud becomes eternal—likely, that sect's disciples would never dare leave their halls again.

The young Daoist maiden thought: certainly, no disciple of Dao Yi Holy Land should oppose Brother Fang—death isn't that easy to earn.

At that moment, a sharp, ringing sound echoed—the sky carried ancient music, far from gentle, brimming with killing intent like a raging tide, the melodies clashing like sword cries, clanging fiercely.

Upon a white cloud sat a woman, playing an ancient instrument resembling a zither.

Massive beams of light shot straight toward Fang Yu, each zither note a crushing wave, obliterating all, filling heaven and earth.

This was a terrifying killing melody—metal and armor, steeds and war, swallowing mountains and rivers; boundless killing intent swept toward Fang Yu, aiming to slay him.

"The Ancient being has attacked Fang Yu!"

"That is a humanoid lifeform unleashing a terrifying killing melody!"

"I wonder if Fang Yu can withstand it—this killing melody is too terrifying! Even though it's not aimed at me, my body aches and my mind grows dizzy—it's utterly terrifying!"

"Indeed—if this killing melody truly targeted us, how many would die instantly? Such a killing melody is unimaginable."

"Look—Fang Yu is acting!"

Before all eyes, the Ancient being unleashed its peerless killing melody—wave after wave of sonic fury surged forth.

"Killing melody? Pathetic."

Fang Yu gazed at the rolling killing melody; with a thought, chaotic energy surged around him, coalescing above his head into a chaotic canopy, dripping chaotic light.

No matter how fierce the killing melody, upon touching this chaotic light, it vanished instantly, dissolved into chaotic energy.

"Now it's my turn."

Instantly blocking all killing melodies, Fang Yu swept his hand—rolling chaotic divine light spread across heaven and earth, like a river of chaos crushing down upon the female Ancient being.

The chaotic light moved with blinding speed—nearly a thousandth of a breath—it reached the Ancient being's face. She felt terror, too late to grasp her zither, and fled in a flash.

The next instant, the chaotic light drowned the spot—her zither dissolved into swirling chaotic energy.

"Hss!"

Seeing this, all in the Divine City drew a sharp breath.

"That Ancient being's killing melody was effortlessly blocked by Fang Yu—and she dared not even meet his chaotic light head-on!"

"That Ancient being fled—thank heavens!"

"Fang Yu, the Chaos Body, is truly formidable! When the Chaos Body moves, who can stand against him?"

"Fang Yu's strength has already reached the elder generation, the Holy Lord level—look, Jiang's Holy Lord and Ji's Holy Lord are still battling Ancient beings there, yet Fang Yu has already ended his fight!"

"True—does Fang Yu's strength surpass all Holy Lords? How is that possible? He's cultivated for how many years?"

"The Chaos Body, if it doesn't perish, is destined to attain the Dao and become an Emperor. Your Eastern Wilderness Divine Body is strong, yes—but before the Chaos Body, it's nothing."

"That's true. I heard the Chaos Body is the senior disciple of Zuotaixuan Sect in the Southern Region of Eastern Wilderness. Ji Haoyue, the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body, once fought him—and lost, utterly crushed. I only learned this recently."

"Fang Yu is truly powerful—too many have fallen to him: the Divine Body Ji Haoyue, the Yaoguang Holy Son, Jin Chixiaopeng, and two elder-generation peerless geniuses he slew."

In the Divine City, all were stunned—Fang Yu's strike had instantly defeated the Ancient being, resolving the crisis, filling many with gratitude and relief.

Yet not all Ancient beings had been driven off—in other places, Jiang's Holy Lord and Ji's Holy Lord still battled Ancient beings.

At that moment, a voice carried forth.

"Stop."

The voice was not sharp—but when it sounded, waves of sound spread, filling every Holy Lord and Ancient being with a crushing sense of mortal peril.

They turned their gaze to the void—and saw a man standing there: white robes whiter than snow, his bearing like jade, majestic and noble, his eyes deeper than starlight. Merely standing, he radiated divine majesty, as if wreathed in sacred radiance—every gesture exuded the aura of a peerless existence.

"Who are you?"

Ji's Holy Lord's face changed—he sensed boundless threat from this white-robed man; it seemed that if this being moved, he would surely die.

Not only Ji's Holy Lord—even the Ancient being fighting him turned solemn beyond measure, as if stunned that humanity held such a terrifying presence—if this one moved, he would die instantly.

"Ancestor!"

Jiang's Holy Lord bowed deeply and respectfully.

"What?"

The Holy Lord of the Ji family was greatly shocked.

It wasn't only the Holy Lord of the Ji family—even the Elders and Grand Elders of all the other great Holy Lands, and everyone in Shengcheng, were all greatly shocked, as if they had never expected that this white-robed man was actually the patriarch of the Holy Lord of the Jiang family.

What kind of existence was the Holy Lord of the Jiang family? He was the head of an Archaic Great Family, possessed an incomparably noble status, and his seniority in the Eastern Wasteland was also very high, but now the Holy Lord of the Jiang family actually addressed this white-robed man as patriarch.

Who on earth was he?

"May I ask which senior you are?"

The expression on the Holy Lord of the Ji family's face turned solemn; he had no choice but to ask, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

"This is our patriarch, Jiang Taixu, Jiang Shenwang!"

The Holy Lord of the Jiang family laughed.

"What?"

The moment the six characters Jiang Taixu, Jiang Shenwang were uttered, the Holy Lord of the Ji family began to tremble.

Divine King Jiang Taixu!

He was a legend, a legend among legends, hailed as number one in attack power in the Northern Domain over the past five thousand years, with none able to face his edge.

In the years when his name shook the world, he was still not very old—even in the eyes of many of the older generation, he was still just a greenhorn—but he had already cultivated the Divine King Body to the Great Accomplishment realm.

Many people speculated that, given time, he would surely have boundless potential.

At that time Jiang Taixu was not very old, but he was already at his zenith; whenever he made a move, it would stir up winds and clouds on all sides.

But just as he was rising and his name was shaking the world, he suddenly vanished, never to appear again, disappearing forever from the eyes of the world.

Back then, many people speculated that this existence had entered a death seclusion, attempting to break through to a higher realm.

But as time went on, a thousand years, two thousand years passed, and Jiang Taixu still did not appear. Only then did people believe that this astonishing Divine King had truly met with misfortune and was no longer in the world.

The most devastated, of course, was the Jiang family. The Divine King had displayed an invincible bearing in his youth, and as long as he grew up, he would surely have been able to shelter the entire clan for several thousand years. But just as he had risen, an accident occurred. They suspected it was the work of the other Holy Lands—that peerless experts had joined forces to secretly harm Divine King Jiang Taixu.

The Jiang family even deployed their Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon for this, and a great war between Holy Lands nearly broke out. Fortunately, in the end it was explained clearly, and the storm finally subsided.

But Jiang Shenwang still did not appear.

The years flowed on, and in the blink of an eye more than four thousand years passed. The name Jiang Taixu was almost forgotten by the world—no one had expected that this existence would actually appear once again.

This Divine King, who in those years had been dashing and brilliant, whose风采 had astonished the world, was actually still alive, and still looked every inch the dashing, handsome youth.

The Holy Lord of the Ji family lost his composure on the spot, feeling as if he were dreaming.

"Are you truly Jiang Shenwang?"

The Holy Lord of the Ji family was even unwilling to believe it in his heart, but he felt the terrifying aura emanating from the white-robed man opposite him, as if that person could erase him with a casual wave of his hand. He knew this must be Jiang Taixu, Jiang Shenwang!

Jiang Shenwang, after enduring four thousand years, had appeared once more!