Chapter 395: Waiting for the World's Holy Lord to Come and Pay Homage

The Night King has fallen. He had lived for over four thousand years, virtually unrivaled in the world, yet he was defeated and perished.

The Twin Kings of the Central Plains, who had been immortal for over four thousand years and were proclaimed invincible, were reduced to ashes just like that. It was almost unbelievable.

Everyone was talking. The King of the Central Plains had met an unnatural end, even though he wore the divine robes of ancient sages. This deeply shocked everyone.

This marked the end of an era. A king who had once dominated the world became history, his blood and prestige now serving to forge the great legend of another divine king.

To the south of the Divine City, a dragon-shaped aura of blood that had pierced the sky dimmed and then completely extinguished, signaling the demise of the third supreme figure.

Another prominent figure had died. People could barely imagine the terrible repercussions that would ripple across the world after this night.

Saint-Lord level figures were considered the masters of this land, yet they were systematically eliminated tonight. This was bound to cause a massive uproar and absolutely shock the world.

At this moment, the Jiang family members finally relaxed. The Divine King had reversed the tide of battle, single-handedly slaying the Night King, a feat they could barely believe.

"It's a pity we couldn't keep that Great Emperor's Sacred Weapon," many Jiang family members thought to themselves. "Otherwise, who in this world would dare oppose our Jiang family?"

"What was the background of those thirteen Saint-Lord level figures? Why didn't Divine King Ancestor spare their lives and find out their origins?" A young cultivator from the Jiang family was puzzled. He felt extremely frustrated that night and wanted to know who the enemies behind the scenes truly were.

Jiang Yun glanced at him but said nothing. The other elders also remained silent.

Also among the younger generation, Jiang Yifei, a descendant of the Divine King, was present. Possessing much of Jiang Taixu's aura and equally refined, he shook his head and said, "Unless we intend to make enemies of the entire world."

The names of the thirteen Saint-Lord level figures were unknown to the world, so their demise wasn't particularly problematic in itself. However, if their identities were publicly revealed, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the powerful forces behind them, leaving no choice but to fight.

The Jiang family, with its heritage spanning over a hundred thousand years, was at its peak prosperity. It was powerful enough to deter the Eastern Wasteland, and even among the various Holy Lands, it was considered an extremely formidable and transcendent power.

However, they certainly lacked the power to stand against all the Holy Lands simultaneously. Should it be discovered that several Holy Lands were involved, it would trigger a war of tsunamic proportions.

What kind of person was the Peerless Divine King? It was likely that during the combat, he had already discerned the origins of these individuals, but he wouldn't reveal them. His only course of action was to eliminate them all.

Regardless of whether these individuals originated from the Central Plains or the Eastern Wasteland, the Divine King acted without hesitation. He simply killed them, and no dynasty or Holy Land dared to step forward and accuse him; they would be too busy trying to distance themselves.

The fourth streak of blood energy piercing the heavens dimmed, and another prominent figure became dust in history.

Subsequently, massive, mountain-like streaks of blood energy that had shot into the sky extinguished one after another, with short intervals between them.

"They're dead! All wiped out! Not one of the seven Saint-Lord level figures survived!""The Peerless Divine King, what an unparalleled presence! One man killed thirteen Saint Lords, annihilated three old monstrous beings, and slew the Night King of the Central Plains. What incredible power!"

Inside the Divine City, everyone was stunned. The Divine King's revival and the earth-shattering feats he accomplished in a single night truly moved people's hearts.

"They've all been extinguished! Not a single one survived! These were all true overlords of the current age!"

These formidable figures were capable of sweeping across the world, with virtually no one able to contend with them. They represented the peak combat power of their time, but unfortunately, they encountered the Peerless Divine King, sealing their inevitable doom.

Ye Fan was also profoundly shaken. The Divine King's valiant bearing — who could contend with him? If one searched the entire contemporary world, how many such figures could be found?

At this time, he had already lost connection with the Divine Furnace of Li Huo. That mysterious furnace, as if possessing a life of its own, had followed the Divine King, along with the Ever-Emperor Furnace.

This night was destined to be sleepless. No one could remain calm. The Peerless Divine King's astonishing display had stirred everyone's hearts across the land.

In the sky, a solitary figure approached. All bloodstains were gone from his white robes, and his black hair gently swayed. The Divine King showed no joy from his victory; only an overwhelming sense of loneliness and sorrow remained.

He came before the Dragon Transformation Pool, and everyone bowed down, paying him great homage. Each person was deeply moved.

The Divine King bade them rise. Then, he approached the fragmented, bloody remains. With a soft exclamation, his body shone with immense light, completely purifying the area.

"Divine King Ancestor, you needn't grieve," Jiang Yun advised. "All the disciples were willing to come to save you. Their greatest wish was to be of service." He did not want the Divine King to expend his life essence for this, further harming his already extremely depleted body.

"I do not know if reincarnation or transmigration exist," Jiang Taixu said with a heavy heart. "If they do, I have already employed a forbidden technique from the ancient scriptures to ensure their peaceful passage." These descendants had all died for him.

"Divine King Ancestor, you mustn't carry on like this..." The Ninth Great Bandit, Jiang Yi, also stepped forward to console him.

"Past lives are illusions, future lives are ethereal. One can only fight for today." The Peerless Divine King's face was etched with weariness, and then he collapsed.

"Divine King Ancestor!" Everyone gasped in alarm, and a great commotion erupted.

As dawn was about to break, the Divine King awoke. He soared into the sky, and with a powerful tremor, a crimson glow submerged the Divine City.

The supreme divine might surged and ebbed, finally disappearing completely. The suppressed Divine City was unsealed, finally connecting with the outside world.

Without a word, Ye Fan immediately summoned his Mysterious Jade Platform, preparing to traverse the void. He sensed that the Divine King's condition was precarious and was unsure what great turmoil might befall the Divine City.

"You don't need to leave," the Divine King's voice suddenly resonated in his mind, bringing him to a halt.

"Young friend, we have not yet repaid your great kindness; please do not depart," the Jiang family members urged, stopping him.

The moment the Divine City was unsealed, people continuously traversed the void. News spread in all directions, shaking the Northern Region and the Eastern Wasteland, and creating immense turmoil in the Central Plains.

On this day, the whole world was astonished!

Thirteen Saint-Lord level figures, killed by one person in a single night — it was like a fantastical tale, almost impossible to believe. The Eastern Wasteland had experienced the most terrifying upheaval.

Everyone was stunned, and fear filled every heart. Numerous sects trembled with apprehension. The resurrected Divine King had single-handedly caused such terrible consequences; every cultivator was horrified.

The Central Plains also erupted in a huge uproar. Who was the Night King? He was a divinely gifted king who had dominated the world for over four thousand years, rarely encountering a match. Yet, like his brother, he ultimately perished in the Eastern Wasteland.

There was a widespread rumor that when the Sun King and the Night King joined forces, they would be invincible, a pair of naturally complementary rulers. Unfortunately, this grand display never came to pass, as they were slain separately.

However, people now held hope for their descendants, speculating that another pair of kings might yet emerge.

The Eastern Wasteland experienced a great upheaval, and all major powers were unsettled. The Jiang family's Holy Lord was the first to arrive with his people.

"Jiang Ren, how dare you show your face now?! What time is it?" the Ninth Great Bandit bellowed. He had defected from the Jiang family and had a direct connection to the Holy Lord's lineage.

"It's not that I didn't want to come, but that I couldn't. Do you know what the family faced? Powerful enemies appeared at our doorstep, numerous terrifying figures confronting us. Our family's 'foundational power' was almost entirely expended."

"What?!" Jiang Yun exclaimed, astonished.

"Greetings, Divine King Ancestor!" Jiang Ren knelt in homage.

Jiang Taixu nodded, bidding him rise. He did not leave the Divine City but sat, waiting for all the Holy Lords of the world to come and pay him homage. Only the Peerless Divine King would dare to do such a thing.

"Holy Lord Yaoguang requests an audience!""Holy Lord Ji Family requests an audience!""Holy Lord Wanchu requests an audience!""Holy Lord Zifu requests an audience!"...One after another, the various Holy Lords arrived, all entering the Divine City to seek an audience with the Divine King.

"How did they all come, and not a single one died..." a young man from the Jiang family whispered, immediately drawing a sharp rebuke from an elder.

Saint-Lord level figures were not necessarily actual Holy Lords; they could be other supreme powerful beings, or even individuals from the Central Plains.

As the morning glow rose, the Divine King, holding Fairy Caiyun, ascended to a high altitude, gazing unmoving at the rising sun on the horizon.

Inside the Divine City, none of the Holy Lords dared to show discontent; all waited quietly.

The morning sun rose in the east, passed noon, and then slowly descended towards the west.

The evening glow was like blood, painting half the sky crimson. The Divine King, embracing Fairy Caiyun, remained motionless, quietly watching the sunset.

"Brother Taixu... long ago, you sought the Earthly Life Fruit for me, to replenish my lifespan... you wanted me to live with you for four thousand years... to grow old together in this world. I waited for you... but alas... I cannot personally witness your revival."

These murmured words echoed in the Divine King's ears.

"I truly wished to walk with you under the sunset, but alas... there is no time left, and you will never... hear my voice again."

A crystalline glint appeared in the corner of the Divine King's eye. Trapped for four thousand years, his heart had long grown as hard as iron, yet at this moment, he was profoundly grieved.

The moment the evening glow vanished, his hair was as white as snow, starkly conspicuous in the night, yet he remained silent throughout.

"Divine King Ancestor!" the people below exclaimed.

Fairy Caiyun disappeared into the Divine King's Pure Land. Jiang Taixu stepped down; his face was like jade, but his hair had turned snow-white.

"Greetings, Divine King!"All the Holy Lords bowed simultaneously and with great reverence. Then, one after another, they spoke, swearing to the heavens that everything from the previous night had nothing to do with the Holy Lands.

Holy Lands possessing Supreme Dao Weapons went to great lengths to prove their innocence, even presenting conclusive evidence.

The Divine King's beloved had died tragically. If he were to strike mercilessly with the Ever-Emperor Furnace, it would unleash an unimaginable catastrophe.

Representatives from various major powers arrived, many coming to pay their respects. Suddenly, one person exclaimed in surprise, "The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... what nerve, daring to hide here!"

Ouyang Ye, gaunt as withered wood, was infinitely close to becoming a Source Master, having almost cultivated the Heavenly Eye. He instantly spotted Ye Fan in the crowd.

Many people from the Holy Lands had arrived, with numerous middle and younger generation cultivators standing at a distance. Many murderous auras erupted simultaneously.

"Do you wish to kill him?" Jiang Taixu, seated at the center of the main hall in the highest position, spoke.

"Senior Divine King, he is the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, infamous for his accumulated misdeeds, and all the Holy Lands are hunting him!" Ouyang Ye stated.

"Reporting to the Divine King, the Sacred Body must be executed. He has committed numerous crimes; all ten young masters of the Yaoguang's secluded lineage were killed by him.""The Ji Family's Grand Elder was burned to ashes by him!""You truly have astonishing audacity to dare come here!"Many voices spoke, filled with boundless killing intent, and all eyes were fixed on Ye Fan.

"What audacity! Are you speaking of him, or of yourselves?" The Divine King spoke, sweeping his gaze across everyone. Wherever his eyes passed, no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Divine King, are you...?" someone ventured to ask, emboldened.

"He saved my life. To kill him is to kill me. Do you still intend to kill him?!" The Peerless Divine King's voice was powerful and resonant, making everyone's eardrums throb.