Chapter 872

This was earth-shattering news, and it would inevitably spread throughout every corner of the Eastern Wasteland, even reaching toward the Central Province, the Nanling, the Northern Plains, and the Western Desert.

In those days, Jiang Shenwang in that era was not only invincible in the Eastern Wasteland, but could also contend against the peerless geniuses of the Central Province; some of those peerless geniuses were directly defeated at the hands of Jiang Shenwang — this was something that made the entire Eastern Wasteland proud.

Now that Jiang Shenwang had once again appeared in the world, every existence from his same era would also be utterly shocked.

Of course, existences who could still be alive in the same generation as Jiang Shenwang were far, far too few.

Four thousand years!

Who could still live through four thousand years?

Only a special physique like the Divine King could live for some five thousand years or so; ordinary people would long since have died an unnatural death.

"Humans, disturb our peace no more!"

Just at this moment, the clouds and mist in the distance churned, and a massive divine source block emerged, within which was a humanoid creature; although it had not broken out of the source, it emanated a terrifying spiritual pressure.

Its gaze fixed upon Jiang Shenwang, and it seemed to sense Jiang Shenwang's terror as well; after dropping a single line, a colossal black hole appeared in the sky.

All the primeval creatures traversed the void and vanished in the blink of an eye.

A great battle thus came to an end.

Yet at this moment, the people of Shengcheng were like weasels in a wheat field, unable to wait to learn more.

Too many things had happened today — so many that their heads were spinning.

The various Holy Lands had struck at Zishan, deploying five extreme weapons, yet still failed to breach Zishan — this was one matter!

The various Holy Lands had not obtained the treasures within Zishan, and instead provoked the primeval creatures to besiege Shengcheng — this was a matter of great terror!

Fang Yu, who originally belonged to the younger generation, had actually transformed into a giant and single-handedly dealt with the primeval creatures, his strength seemingly even surpassing that of a Holy Lord — this was the third matter.

In the end, the Divine King Jiang Taixu, who had vanished four thousand years ago, had actually reappeared, his strength unfathomable — this was the fourth matter.

Any one of these matters, taken alone, would be enough to leave people utterly shocked; yet now all of them had occurred on the very same day, stunning everyone so thoroughly that they did not know which to discuss first.

Should they discuss how the Holy Lands' five extreme emperor weapons could not break through Zishan, or should they discuss why Fang Yu was so powerful, or perhaps why Jiang Taixu was still alive, where he had been all these years, and why he had only now appeared.

In his youth, Jiang Taixu had already cultivated the Divine King Physique to great completion; he had also cultivated the Dou Zi Mi, one of the Nine Secrets — unmatched in offense, invincible wherever he went — so why had he vanished for four thousand years?

Just as everyone was deep in thought, Jiang Shenwang's gaze turned toward Fang Yu: "I never expected that after only this much time, your strength, Fang Yu, has already reached such a stage; it is time I address you as Daoist Friend Fang."

At these words, everyone was once again shocked.