Chapter 1064: Ancient Grudge

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Chapter 1065: Primordial Enmities

In the boundless sky, a colossal green hand descended from the heavens, reaching for the Holy Prince. Primordial chaos mist swirled around it, emanating a dazzling ancient immortal light.

"It's over! A great catastrophe will befall the Eastern Wasteland. If the Holy Prince dies, heaven and earth will be overthrown!"

Not just the Human Race, even the mountain lords of the Primordial Royal Clans trembled with fear, as if seeing visions of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood—a major calamity was approaching.

A Saint transcends the realm of ordinary beings, far surpassing mortal power and remaining unchallenged. The moment that green hand appeared, the sky collapsed and the earth crumbled. Swathes of mountain ranges in the Great Wasteland were reduced to dust.

"If this tragedy truly unfolds, the ancient races will certainly fall into great chaos. What can be done?" Even a mountain lord from a Primordial Imperial Clan frowned.

"Clang!"

A clear resonance sounded, and a brilliant green light swept across the colossal hand, piercing straight through it. Drops of blood scattered, annihilating the void.

The ancient Saint let out a muffled groan, and the green hand spasmed, rapidly retreating and vanishing back into the sky above, merging with the azure expanse.

"Thankfully, the tragedy did not occur!"

The Holy Prince's survival brought a sigh of relief to many ancient races, even those hostile to humans. They feared the terrifying entity in the Western Desert might go berserk.

"Who dares to obstruct me?" A furious roar echoed from the sky.

"I saved your life. Are you ungrateful and unaware of what's good for you?" At the edge of the sky, a powerful Primordial Ancestor King appeared. There was no need to question his identity, as his mere presence was overwhelming.

He wore green-gold battle armor and a jade-gold helmet, his entire being shimmering. Around him, the void twisted, and countless traces of the Great Dao intertwined, radiating an immense and majestic aura.

Even his stationary presence sent shivers down spines; his terror was boundless. His vital energy could undoubtedly sweep across heaven and earth, limitless and infinite, with the power to devour mountains and rivers.

"You are meddling. Which clan do you belong to?" The cold voice descended from the sky.

"I am merely a rogue cultivator, incomparable to your Eight Divisions of Divine Generals. I simply cannot stand to watch such things unfold," the Ancestor King in jade-gold battle armor replied.

"He killed the God's scion. If he isn't killed, divine justice will not permit it. Do you intend to shield him?" From the sky, a chilling voice boomed.

"Perhaps I was meddling," the Ancestor King in jade-gold battle armor sighed softly, sensing something.

The Holy Prince retorted, "Killed? He was slain by me in a fair fight. Who is to blame for his incompetence? Aren't you just seeking revenge? Why speak so much nonsense?"

"Audacious! Disrespecting a god, slaying a god-scion, kneel and beg for forgiveness!" A thunderous roar from the sky caused entire mountain ranges to collapse, rocks to fly through clouds, and dust to obscure the sun, striking terror into the hearts of all onlookers.

"Buzz!"

An immense pressure descended, bearing down on the Holy Prince, Ye Fan, and the others, aiming to force them to kneel publicly and humiliate them before the myriad races. This was the might of a Saint, boundless and heavy, like an entire star domain pressing down.

"Boom!"

He flicked his finger towards the sky, and five green streaks, like azure dragons soaring across, swept away all the holy power, blocking the Ancestor King's pressure from the sky.

"Many thanks for your assistance, Senior," the Holy Prince said, performing a solemn bow to express his gratitude.

"No need for such formality. When the Holy Emperor reigned supreme in the Primordial Era, sweeping across the Nine Heavens, our generation admired him. How could we stand by when his descendant is in trouble? Besides, even if I hadn't intervened, someone else would have."

Evidently, though the Combat Saint Emperor had already passed away, he still had a loyal following who simply did not reveal themselves in daily life.

"Do you realize that by making an enemy of us, you have embarked on a path of no return? No one can intervene in this matter!" The sky trembled as five terrifying figures descended, each enveloped in divine halos. The moment they appeared, all things crumbled, and life vanished from the Great Wasteland.

Each of them was submerged in holy light, their forms indistinct, powerful as gods. The entire world seemed unable to contain their true selves, and the void continuously twisted.

These were Primordial Ancestor Kings, who had become Saints many years ago and usually remained hidden. Once they appeared, their mere aura was enough to cause spasms and force others to prostrate themselves.

Without reaching this realm, one could never know how terrifying they were, looking down upon all beings as if they were ants.

The Ancestor King in jade-gold battle armor, being only one person, could not resist. His body swayed, and he nearly vomited blood and stumbled backward.

Suddenly, another vast divine might emerged, instantly blocking the five great Ancestor Kings. Then, an auspicious cloud descended, and several old Daoists appeared.

"I see, people from the Divine Silkworm Ridge have arrived. Do you truly intend to interfere in this matter?" several Ancestor Kings from the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals asked with cold expressions.

"Naturally," an old Daoist calmly replied, wearing a crimson-gold crown and an ancient Daoist robe.

"The Divine Silkworm Ridge people actually intervened! I feel something isn't right. Is there something else going on here?" Some ancient races were filled with doubt and suspicion.

The Divine Silkworm Ridge, a supreme power among the ancient races, commanded the reverence of myriad clans. How many dared to provoke them? They were a great Imperial Clan of the Primordial Era, from which true Ancient Emperors had emerged.

In a sense, the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals also held a high status. Their ancestors were a group of divine generals who had once followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor, their achievements shaking the world, and they were invincible.

However, the Undying Heavenly Emperor had passed away too long ago, and his Ancient Emperor weapons remained unseen. In contrast, the Divine Silkworm Ridge was flourishing like the midday sun, possessing Emperor-grade battle armor and revered by all under heaven.

"Divine Silkworm Ridge, do not be so overbearing! This impudent monkey killed a God's scion; he must pay with his life. By what right do you obstruct us?" a Saint-level Ancient King from the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals spoke with a grim tone.

"A great era has dawned, with a hundred boats vying for supremacy and myriad races competing. The path to Dao certification is littered with bones. It is inevitable that even the descendants of Ancient Emperors may fall. The Heavenly Emperor's scion was outmatched and slain on the spot. No one else is to blame," an old Daoist from Divine Silkworm Ridge stated.

"He was the God's only scion! How can he die in vain like this? Do not imagine that your Divine Silkworm Ridge reigns supreme and is invincible!" An Ancestor King from the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals sneered repeatedly.

"What if he was a descendant of the Undying Heavenly Emperor? If he was killed in a fair fight, must someone still pay with their life? Where does such a notion come from?" an old Daoist said.

"No matter what you say, the Holy Prince will die today! No one can save him!" An Ancestor King roared, his holy light surging and engulfing mountains and rivers.

"What immense prestige!" A cold, bell-like laugh rang out. Nine-colored auspicious clouds drifted across the sky, and an peerless beauty appeared, descending.

She appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with skin as white and delicate as snow. Her aura was ethereal, and her long purple hair flowed, giving her an otherworldly transcendence. The Divine Silkworm Princess had arrived.

On her shoulder sat a palm-sized small divine silkworm, which had now transformed into a snow-white cub, with intelligent large eyes and an endearing, clumsy appearance.

"The Divine Silkworm Princess..." Everyone recoiled in shock, filled with dread. Those watching from afar felt their hair stand on end, and the mountain lords of the various ancient races felt their hearts pound.

Like a tree's shadow follows its name, this prodigy princess possessed unparalleled grace and was consistently strong. She had once fought across the Primordial Era, finding few rivals—she was a truly extraordinary woman.

"Divine Silkworm Princess, are you trying to bully others with your power?" an Ancestor King from the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals said coldly.

"What ugly visages! Get out of my sight, all of you!" The Divine Silkworm Princess was exceedingly sharp, showing no mercy as she directly rebuked the Ancestor Kings.

With that single roar, the heavens tore open and the earth violently quaked. Though she was a woman, her aura was so powerful it made people tremble, and the Ancient Kings opposite her couldn't help but stumble backward.

"Divine Silkworm Princess, do you wish to ignite chaos among the myriad races? A God's scion absolutely cannot die in vain. You cannot suppress this matter on your own!" another Ancestor King shouted.

"He was merely an incompetent Heavenly Emperor's scion. Killing him is no big deal," the Divine Silkworm Princess said indifferently.

"You are arrogant and unreasonable; you will pay the price!" an Ancestor King said coldly.

"Slap!"

The Divine Silkworm Princess was simple and direct. With a wave of her delicate hand, a resounding slap landed, leaving a clear finger mark on the Ancestor King's face. Blood trickled from his lips as his body was sent flying sideways.

Everyone was stunned. The Divine Silkworm Princess had just slapped an Ancestor King directly, leaving them dumbfounded. She was indeed as formidable as the legends claimed, fearing no one under heaven.

"I try to reason with you, but you speak of divine bloodlines and power. Then I use my hand against you, and you call me unreasonable. What do you expect me to do?" the Divine Silkworm Princess said, her voice magnetic, as she stroked the small white tiger, transformed from the divine silkworm, on her shoulder with her slender, jade-like fingers.

Both the Human Race and the various Primordial Royal Clans were alarmed, daring not to speak much, and merely observed in silence. Today's events were clearly far more complex than just a simple grudge between Ancient Imperial Scions.

"You... do you truly believe there's no one in this world who can subdue you?!" The Ancestor King, furious and astonished, touched the finger marks on his face.

The Divine Silkworm Princess curled her lips into a cold sneer and said, "Do you take the Holy Prince for a pitiful sniveler? He is the descendant of the Combat Saint Emperor, whose status is no less than that of the Ancient Heavenly Emperors' scions. To insult him is to insult the old Saint Emperor. All of you deserve to die!"

"You... you will regret this! A God's scion cannot die in vain; blood must be paid with blood, and a life for a life!" an Ancestor King shouted loudly.

"Everyone, tell me, can the Undying Heavenly Emperor, revered by myriad races, have his bloodline extinguished and simply let this pass?" an Ancient King's voice pierced the sky, questioning the powerful individuals of various races.

"A God's scion cannot die in vain!" Behind him stood the army of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals, naturally indignant, who roared in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

"I would like to ask the same thing: Can those who insult the Saint Emperor live?" the Divine Silkworm Princess retorted.

"How can the Combat Saint Emperor compare to the Undying Heavenly Emperor?" someone among the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals muttered with boundless hatred.

"I just finished speaking, and you immediately insult the old Saint Emperor? Do you truly take me for a mere decoration?" The Divine Silkworm Princess extended her delicate hand and swept it forward. In an instant, blood splattered.

"Ah..."

Ahead, screams of agony erupted. Ranks of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals' army exploded one after another. Glistening white bone fragments and multicolored blood scattered everywhere, composing a mournful dirge of death.

"You... stop!" The Ancestor Kings were shocked.

In the distant sky, people were stunned. The Divine Silkworm Princess was too fierce; with a mere wave of her hand, she had annihilated an entire division of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals' forces. From now on, they could only be called the Seven Divisions of Divine Generals.

No one dared to breathe. This prodigy goddess, seemingly ethereal and graceful, killed without batting an eye, powerful enough to make anyone tremble.

The Divine Silkworm Princess calmly tidied her beautiful hair with her pure, jade-like fingers and said, "I am merely imitating you. When it comes to being strong and domineering, who fears whom?"

Weren't the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals strong and domineering? The Divine Silkworm Princess demonstrated and responded with her actions, annihilating a division right before their eyes.

"Divine Silkworm Princess, you are too arrogant! Know that those in this world who can suppress you are still alive!" A cold voice echoed, descending from the highest heavens.

A man with snow-white hair descended. His face appeared to be in his thirties, but his eyes were deep and filled with the vicissitudes of time, revealing him to be a formidable Ancient King at first glance!

"He is... the Silver Moon Heavenly King, one of the most promising peerless prodigies of the Primordial Era who had the potential to become a Great Saint!"

"He is similar to the Nine Phoenix King, Qilin Heavenly King, and Divine Silkworm Princess, all of whom were personally praised by the Combat Saint Emperor!"

The various ancient clans erupted in an uproar, followed by a wave of terror. The situation was indeed escalating, far more complicated than anyone had imagined.

"Haha..." The Divine Silkworm Princess suddenly burst into laughter, throwing her head back. Although her magnetic voice was as beautiful as a heavenly melody, anyone could detect a surge of fury within it.

"Pretending to be some Ancient Emperor or Great Saint! Has your master arrived? Let him try to kill me again in this generation!" the Divine Silkworm Princess said coldly. Then, she gestured to the Holy Prince, taking the black iron rod from his hand and nailing it into the ground, stating, "This is his weapon!"

Everyone felt a chill run through their bodies as they recalled an old event: At the end of the Primordial Era, after the Combat Saint Emperor passed away, the Divine Silkworm Princess was once impaled and killed by a black divine spear. The Combat Saint King, enraged, fought fiercely across the Eastern Wasteland, cried out in sorrow to heaven and earth, and eventually departed for the Western Desert.

In recent years, the Heavenly Emperor's scion, leading the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals, dared to unscrupulously pursue and kill the Holy Prince. It seemed that this was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface, entangled with primordial enmities between ancient titans.