Chapter 1066: Kunzhou Great Sage

The Silver Moon Heavenly King, known for his divine bones and sacred flesh, was a Primordial Sage of unparalleled talent, whose renown spread throughout the Primordial Era. Revered by all races, he astonished the world.

His cultivation was profound; perhaps a sudden enlightenment would allow him to achieve the Great Sage path. Yet, at this moment, his bones were shattered, blood spilled from his mouth, and he was nearly flattened into a pulp.

His silvery-white long hair was matted with blood; he had nearly been killed by a single palm strike. He struggled to his feet, holy light enveloping his body, his bones crackling and difficult to reconnect. His face was deathly pale, and he dared not speak out, despite his anger.

For standing before him was none other than the renowned Battle Saint King, whose might shook the Primordial Era. With a presence that could swallow mountains and rivers, he could, in a fit of rage, uproot dozens, even hundreds, of clans without a problem!

Challenging him at this moment would surely mean a death wish, as he could take his life with a mere flick of his hand.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King knew well that no matter how astonishing or renowned he was, it wouldn't matter. They were simply not on the same level. Apart from a few titans of the Primordial Era, anyone else before this person—be they a dragon, they had to coil; be they a tiger, they had to crouch. Defiance was not an option!

"The Battle Saint King, just as before, his demeanor unchanged! He is still so domineering!"

"So many years have passed, it's like a dream. The Battle Saint King is an invincible peak. He's still the same! I still remember his peerless bearing as he fought across the Eight Wilds!"

All races were astonished and greatly shaken.

Both the major royal clans and the several ancient imperial clans, along with all their leaders, were profoundly shocked. After the Primordial Era passed, this was the first time they had seen the Battle Saint King in this age.

"Time ages all. That generation's Saint King, with his divine bones gleaming, was once young and spirited, looking down on the world, his battle blood sweeping across the six directions. Yet now, there is even a hint of world-weariness, with heavy marks of time etched at the corners of his eyes and brows."

"Time flows like water, receding in an instant. Although he has become a Victorious Buddha, his spirit remains unchanged!"

Many were deeply moved. In that era, the Battle Saint King was an absolute legend, the invincible warrior in the hearts of many young ancient races, all of whom looked up to his unapproachable figure.

So many years had passed. The children of yesteryear had all grown up, and many powerful individuals who had broken free from their divine sources early were now heavily aged.

Seeing the Battle Saint King again, people felt endless emotion. Even this invincible monumental figure, despite his profound cultivation and constant life extension, now showed a hint of old age.

"Greetings, Saint King!"

The Ancestor King clad in green-gold battle armor was incredibly excited. He strode forward and bowed in a grand salute, his body even trembling slightly from excitement.

"Back then, when you swept across the world, I... was still a mere child."

Even though he had already become a Saint, revered by all races, he still became uncontrollably excited upon seeing the "great hero" in his heart.

"Greetings, Saint King!"

From the distant mountains, seven or eight figures suddenly flew out. Each was an Ancestor King of their respective clan, and each wore an expression of reverence, incredibly excited.

Like the Ancestor King in green-gold armor, they had all immensely admired this Battle Saint since childhood. Though they themselves were astonishingly talented and now led their own lineages, their sentiments and reverence remained unchanged.

Back then, the Battle Saint King feared neither heaven nor earth. His temperament was known to all, and he once swept across the six directions with his own might, fought furiously across the Eight Wilds, making the entire world tremble.

"You may all rise," said the old monkey.

His golden fur was lustrous and radiant, and he exuded an awe-inspiring presence without needing to show anger. He was like a reincarnated God of Combat; just by standing there, he made everyone present tremble.

In the distance, the Eight Divine Generals all had pale faces. Not a single person dared to speak, and even the several Saint-level Ancient Kings dared not breathe heavily. This was an unparalleled display of power.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King, who had been so strong and arrogant moments ago, now could only support his injured body and stand to the side. He dared not utter another word!

"Saint King..." Some ancient race members even had tears streaming down their faces. After millions of years since the Primordial Era, after breaking free from their divine sources and arriving in this grand age, the Battle Saint King had appeared before them for the first time.

"Uncle..." The monkey also choked up. He hadn't seen his uncle for several years and knew well that his dear kin's lifespan was not abundant. The only path before him was a breakthrough; otherwise, he wouldn't be far from passing away!

The Victorious Fighting Buddha had awakened earlier than other ancient races, having broken free from his divine source two thousand years ago. By now, his age was truly astonishing.

Ye Fan also held great respect for the Victorious Buddha. Along with the Holy Prince and Ji Zi, he bowed to him, while only the Black Dog remained still, merely nodding.

The Battle Saint King was a living legend. Many people had said back then that if he hadn't been born in the same era as his elder brother, he might also have achieved Dao.

Being in the same era as an Emperor, this kind of influence was extremely severe. Heaven and earth resonated, and the Great Dao was suppressed. Even though he was later sealed in a divine source and avoided this era, there were still traces of the Dao on him, as they had been together for too long, making his path to Dao exceptionally difficult.

The Battle Saint Emperor had ruled the Primordial Era, revered by heaven, earth, and all races. His brother was equally astonishing; by fighting the world and sweeping across the six directions on his own, he naturally earned admiration and became a hero in the hearts of many ancient races.

"You may all rise," the old monkey said, his fiery golden eyes gazing into the void. His voice boomed like a golden bell, resounding powerfully: "So many years have passed; some matters need to be settled."

The Divine Silkworm Princess's face was serene, with tears in her eyes. As she gazed at this slightly aged figure's back, she no longer showed any hint of her usual dominance, but instead exhibited a rare gentleness and tenderness.

The palm-sized white tiger, transformed from the divine silkworm on her shoulder, swiftly landed on the Battle Saint King. It showed no fear at all, tugging at his hair to announce its presence.

The old monkey slowly turned around, looked at the Divine Silkworm Princess, and said, "No matter who comes today, I will seek justice!"

This was both an oath and a declaration: the Battle Saint King was about to act, to settle all grievances from the Primordial Era. This made some of his followers' blood surge, their bodies tremble, and they became incredibly excited.

The Divine Silkworm Princess had tears in her eyes. She said nothing, only nodded, knowing that the Battle Saint King had been holding onto a deep resolve in his heart, ready to fight for her!

In the distance, all races trembled. People knew an immense storm was about to begin, and no one could forget the great turmoil that occurred after the Saint Emperor's passing.

The Divine Silkworm Princess had been crucified. The Battle Saint King had wailed in sorrow that shook heaven and earth, fighting furiously across the Eastern Wasteland. But ultimately, he was powerless to turn back time. He had cried three times at the site of the Divine Silkworm Princess's demise, then journeyed far to the Western Desert.

"In this life, as long as I live, no one shall harm a single hair on your head," the old monkey declared, then turned his body. Two dazzling beams of light shot from his eyes, his aura soaring to the Dipper.

Many ancient race members felt their hearts swell with emotion. All gazed at this not-so-imposing figure, wishing to roar aloud.

The Battle Saint Emperor had passed away, but his influence remained immense, with many ancient races willing to follow. The Holy Prince might not yet possess such prestige, but the moment the old monkey stepped forward, the situation in the Eastern Wasteland was immediately stirred!

This influence was unparalleled. It was a result of his illustrious combat achievements from years past, entirely forged by sweeping across the world with an iron staff.

"“The lineage of the Battle Saint Ape, though small in number, has always stood strong. Any one of its members could turn their hand to make clouds or rain. That a clan of merely a few individuals could rule the Primordial Era was no mere fluke,” an ancient voice resounded from a distance, making the sky rumble, the four seas boil, the firmament roar, and a hundred thousand mountains resonate in unison."

"Kun Zhou, come out now!" the Divine Silkworm Princess shouted, two dazzling beams of light shooting from her eyes as she gazed at the horizon, her brows furrowed in anger.

"The Divine Silkworm race undergoes nine transformations, and it is said they have nine hidden lives. It seems this is indeed true. That spear strike back then should have been enough to take your life. I never expected that after the Primordial Era passed, you would reappear on this land."

An old man appeared, wearing an imperial crown, his gray hair cascading down. Even his eyes were gray, and his intimidating gaze made all the Ancestor Kings tremble, wanting to prostrate themselves.

He wore a moon-white battle robe, embedded with divine metal fragments that protected his vital points. At his glabella was a piece of black gold from a 'Protective Immortal Platform', genuine divine material for a Great Emperor, forming a black sun that stood there as a shield.

He had a tall, slender physique and ancient, world-weary eyes. Although he possessed terrifying, boundless vital energy, he could not conceal his old age. His lifespan would certainly not be long, as he had walked very far on a lonely path to Dao-proving, so far that later generations could not even glimpse it!

"Kun Zhou," the Victorious Buddha said, narrowing his eyes. His lustrous golden fur gleamed, and dazzling light burst forth as his golden eyes opened and closed.

The surroundings fell silent, and people were almost suffocated. Two Great Sages from the Primordial Era had just met again, and what was to follow would surely be earth-shattering!

Ye Fan's emotions surged. The confrontation between two beings standing at the peak of the current era allowed him to glimpse faint traces of the path to immortality. His golden blood surged violently within him, making it hard to remain calm.

"Battle Saint King, since our parting in the Primordial Era, your bearing remains unchanged. To meet again in this era, it is truly a cause for sighing," Kun Zhou said, standing there, his gray hair flowing freely. His gray eyes were as deep as two starfields, containing visions of creation and the birth of all things.

"Master!" The Silver Moon Heavenly King respectfully saluted.

With a wave of his hand, Kun Zhou sent out a stream of immortal light, which entered the Silver Moon Heavenly King's body. The bones that had been difficult to reconnect and the fractured flesh rapidly healed. In an instant, his vital energy replenished, and he was restored to his original state.

"Greetings, Great Sage Kun Zhou!" From behind, the Eight Divine Generals saluted in unison. Even the several Ancestor Kings bowed deeply and reverently. Their confidence instantly surged.

"You may rise," Kun Zhou said softly. Yet his words brooked no defiance; it felt as if a mountain pressed upon their hearts, making it hard to even look up at his true form.

This was not done intentionally. When a peerless powerhouse naturally stood there, they inherently exuded an aura of sole dominance over heaven and earth, compelling all beings to prostrate.

"Congratulations, you've taken another crucial half-step on this path," Great Sage Kun Zhou sighed. "The talent of the Battle Saint Ape lineage is indeed extraordinary."

"You are not bad yourself," the old monkey nodded.

"The battle back then, I have not forgotten it to this day," Kun Zhou said, his gray hair fanned out by the wind. "Although you were gravely wounded, on the brink of death, and fled to the Western Desert, you fought to the death with my clan uncle. Soon after the great turmoil ended, he passed away."

"I thought you would arrive together with him. I didn't expect him to be dead. What a pity," the Victorious Fighting Buddha said.

Everyone listened with a chilling sensation. Kun Zhou's lineage was absolutely terrifying and boundless in the Primordial Era. With two Great Sages in one clan, it made the entire ancient star tremble. Apart from the Saint Emperor's lineage, no one could compare.

It was rumored that Kun Zhou's clan uncle was the most terrifying. He was once the most powerful adversary in the Battle Saint Emperor's life, astonishing through the ages, surpassing all previous ancient sages!

"That clan uncle of his... lived a second life!"

"In the eyes of many, he surpassed several ancient emperors of the Primordial Era who had not yet achieved Dao at that time. Yet, ultimately, it was the Saint Emperor who defied heaven and achieved Dao after a hard-won victory."

"After that battle, Great Sage Kun Zhou's uncle's cultivation seemed to..."

People would not forget that figure from the same era as the Battle Saint Emperor, whose divine might was unparalleled in the world. He had contended with the Saint Emperor on the path to Dao-proving for many years!

"The reason my father only lived for one lifetime is related to that person," the Holy Prince said with a hint of sadness.

Ye Fan was shocked. He had heard of these matters before: the Battle Saint Emperor had encountered a problem in his cultivation and had nearly died before achieving Dao. There was actually a great hidden truth to it.