Chapter 804: The Grand Gathering of All Races

**Chapter 806: Grand Gathering of Myriad Races**

Fatty Duan provocatively leaned in and said, "Hit harder, I'll let you vent your anger."

"Duan De, this is my physical body," Ye Fan snarled, gripping his collar and suppressing the urge to beat him black and blue. He truly wanted to kick the living daylights out of this dead fatty. He was so infuriating, always smiling yet never endearing, just asking for a beating.

The Jade Lake was a place of poetic beauty, with spiritual peaks wreathed in auspicious energy, sacred grounds bathed in colorful mists, and shimmering lakes exuding ethereal steam. From afar, its elegance was complemented by a sense of grandeur: silver waterfalls cascaded three thousand feet, giant mountains soared eight thousand zhang high, vast and magnificent, like the majestic Kunlun Immortal Realm.

Outside the Jade Lake, people constantly descended, some riding auspicious clouds, others, human cultivators, flying on swords, and ancient beings enveloped in demonic energy — a diverse assembly.

"At this grand gathering, all the primordial races will be present. Are you strutting around like this courting death?" Ye Fan pressed down on his head, attempting to forcibly extract his primordial spirit.

"Relax, the first rule of the Jade Lake Grand Gathering is that no matter how deep the animosity, no one is allowed to seek trouble, fight, or engage in large-scale conflicts here," Duan De resisted with all his might.

Ye Fan was surprised; this dead fatty was indeed somewhat unfathomable, as he couldn't force out his primordial spirit.

"I'll return it to you later, this isn't the right place," Duan De grimaced, clearly under immense pressure. "Don't waste your strength. After all, I am a man who was broken and then stood anew, though I've broken again."

Various beings, riding ancient treasures, passed by, glancing at them. Soon, someone recognized them.

"Isn't that the Human Saint Body? He's here too!" Many were astonished.

"He's got some nerve, daring to come here. Isn't he afraid of being flayed and having his bones extracted?!" an ancient elder sneered coldly from afar.

Duan De sneered back, "Since I am here, go find somewhere cool to stay. Although the gathering prohibits killing, if you anger me, I'll still blast you to smithereens."

The ancient creature snorted coldly and turned to leave. He came from a minor race and dared not act recklessly here, for if he were truly suppressed and killed by the Western Emperor's Pagoda, no one would stand up for him.

"You're enjoying yourself, swaggering around in my body, aren't you?" Ye Fan looked displeased, yet he didn't immediately reclaim his physical body. This was because he was already at the perfected stage of the Second Heaven of Immortal Terrace. Once his "spirit" and "shell" merged, it would immediately trigger a super grand heavenly tribulation, which would be highly inconvenient at the Jade Lake. This was also his confidence in entering the Jade Lake; even when facing Ancestor Kings, he could provoke divine lightning to strike, bringing down a Saint's tribulation upon them.

"I am a person of integrity. The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Pot is on you. What power am I displaying? When will you return it to me?" Fatty Duan retorted self-righteously.

They walked side-by-side into the Jade Lake. Ye Fan ignored him, only thinking that if he truly needed to undergo tribulation, he would first strike this scoundrel until he was smoking white.

"Don't tell me, all the ancient races have quite distinct appearances. Look over there, there's a guy with a dog head, human body, and a pair of pure white divine wings on his back, enveloped in a divine ring. How interesting," Duan De remarked, critiquing their appearances.

"Shut up! If you dare to say one more word, I'll seal your mouth," Ye Fan warned. This bastard was inviting hatred while inhabiting his body; he truly deserved a beating.

"Alright then, let's go our separate ways. You take your broad road, I'll cross my single-plank bridge. No need for us to bother each other," Duan De grumbled, then fixed his gaze on a figure ahead, resembling a god or demon. "What's the origin of that one? So mighty, with four heads and eight arms. Probably hard to deal with."

Clearly, the ancient being in front heard their words. With thick black hair, clad in royal armor, he was divine and majestic, his eyes as sharp as sword-light.

"If you keep jabbering, I won't want this body anymore. I'll have a more powerful Saint body anyway, and the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Pot will be mine," Ye Fan threatened.

"Don't! Let's just walk around, chat casually. If I say one more word, you can slap my mouth, and I won't resist."

"Damn it, that's my body!"

"Psst, look, over there's a divine being, truly mighty, glowing all over. If we hung him up, he could probably serve as an eternal, inextinguishable lamp for ten thousand years."

"Your mouth is truly vile. That's a Great King. He'll capture you alive later."

"Capture me, then. I won't even resist."

"Give me back my body!"

"I was just saying. Psst, look, over there's an unparalleled overlord, with nine beautiful female heads, but the body of a phoenix. Truly incredible. Those tail feathers are so beautiful."

*Thump!*

Ye Fan covered his mouth. This scoundrel had no filter and was truly obnoxious, his vile tongue reaching an unparalleled level.

"Damn it, don't cover my mouth! I just wanted to say that fans made from phoenix feathers would surely be priceless. I once excavated a Saint's tomb, but unfortunately, a predecessor had already visited it. I only found a stone carving of a treasured fan. What a pity!" Fatty Duan was thick-skinned, completely unfazed.

The Grand Gathering of Myriad Races was still a few days away, but many cultivators had already arrived at the Jade Lake. Races were diverse, with myriad forms; many beings resembled gods or demons, quite intimidating. The Jade Lake was vast, but it had numerous restrictions, with many areas forbidden. The divine power of the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda hung over it, overwhelming, preventing anyone from trespassing.

However, the areas opened for the gathering were also extensive, with lush forests, ancient trees, numerous spiritual peaks, and many lakes. Clouds and mist rose and shimmered, adorning the pure land. The vastness of the region was precisely to prevent conflicts arising from overcrowding.

*Dong…*

A divine bell chimed melodiously. A distinguished guest had arrived, and many human sect masters and ancient beings went out to greet him. It was a Cave Master from the Thirteen Caves of Fire Qilin Cave. Such a status commanded respect. This race, from which an Ancient Sovereign had emerged, was supremely powerful in ancient times, once ruling the world. All myriad races on earth revered them, none unafraid, as they had eradicated many influential great clans.

"This race has an ancient heritage. What's most terrifying is that an Ancient Prince is still alive; he's their hidden trump card, personally sealed in divine source by the Ancient Sovereign himself back then," someone murmured. Now that various races had re-emerged, many secrets were being revealed.

"The so-called Ancient Sovereign's scion must be Fire Qilin Child. I wonder if he has arrived."

"At such a grand gathering, I believe he will certainly come," an ancient being spoke with reverence. Though both were ancient races, there were still hierarchies, even vast differences.

Humans couldn't know for certain, but they could infer from the scions of ancient Great Emperors. Each direct descendant of a Great Emperor was an unparalleled figure throughout history. At their peak, they were only half a step away from attaining the Dao, possessing incomparable talent and terrifyingly powerful bloodlines. This was not hyperbole, as during the Dark Turmoil, Emperor's scions had emerged, sacrificing themselves for the Dao, suppressing all great chaos. It was a pity those exceptional individuals were consumed by the Dark Turmoil; had they not been born in the same era as their Emperor fathers, they could have attained the Dao.

"Sigh, do you know why I've challenged the Heavenly Sovereign's Son and Yuangu, only to miss them again and again?" Duan De grumbled, annoyed. "Those bastards are truly powerful. Even at the same cultivation level, I feel the Saint Body has no advantage."

Ye Fan remained silent. He never believed the Saint Body was supreme. The direct descendants of Ancient Sovereigns were indeed incomparable, there was no denying that, but he believed he could contend with them. However, he knew that attaining the Dao was not determined by bloodline. Empress Hanguang, a mere mortal, ultimately ascended to the pinnacle by stepping on the corpses of kings, unmatched through all ages.

"Relatively speaking, Yuangu isn't the most terrifying, because he's a descendant several generations removed from an Ancient Sovereign," Duan De revealed, disclosing such information.

Half a day later, the divine bell chimed again. One of the seventeen Mountain Lords of Blood Phoenix Mountain arrived, a highly distinguished and honorable figure. This lineage had also produced an Ancient Sovereign, dominating a primordial era.

Over the next two days, the human race found itself in a rather awkward position. So far, only the Barbarian King seemed capable of holding the fort; there were no other Kings present. This was indeed a very unnatural scene. The divine bell chimed daily, but only the Barbarian King among humans was deemed worthy of greeting. It was clear that when the gathering truly began, some great races would have Ancient Kings personally attending. However, did the human race still have any Saints in this era? Thinking of this question, many felt a lack of confidence, some unable to hold their heads high.

"If Great Emperor Wushi were to appear, even if all the Ancestor Kings of the ancient races came, it wouldn't matter!"

"Yes, even if imperial might doesn't manifest, it would be good to have a human Great Saint personally attend."

Many among the human race discussed this, trying to mask their current predicament. Ye Fan and Duan De had been observing intently, learning about the various ancient races and comparing their strengths and weaknesses. Although it was called the "myriad races," it was an exaggeration; there couldn't possibly be that many.

Two days later, there was a commotion outside the Jade Lake. Though no divine bell chimed, many people surged forward, eager to witness.

"Who has arrived?" Duan De wondered.

"Let's go see," Ye Fan said.

Outside the Jade Lake, a young man walked forth. He appeared serene, but each step he took harmonized with heaven and earth, possessing a mysterious rhythm. This was an exceptionally beautiful man, whose looks would make many women across the world envious. He was peerlessly elegant, his entire body shimmering with crystal light, divine radiance flowing from him, protected by several old servants.

Ye Fan had never seen anyone like him in his life; he was even more handsome than Hua Yunfei, truly flawless, almost perfect.

The Heavenly Sovereign's Son!

Many ancient beings bowed together, deeply reverent, without any pretense. This was the direct descendant of the Undying Heavenly Sovereign, appearing today. Ye Fan's eyes gleamed as he finally saw the sole bloodline of the deity in the hearts of the ancient races.

The Heavenly Sovereign's Son was enveloped in five-colored divine rings, like the descent of a divine child, even his hair seemed crystalline as he walked step by step. His eyes were profound, containing the evolution of mountains and rivers, the passage of time, and various deductions of immortal ascension, captivating and shocking. Ye Fan was astonished; this must be the priceless secrets and precious heritage the Undying Heavenly Sovereign had left for him.

The Heavenly Sovereign's Son immediately fixed his gaze on Ye Fan and Duan De, his eyes sparkling. An old man behind him even snorted coldly.

"So, the Human Saint Body has also arrived. This time, you haven't slipped away. Let's see where you'll run this time!" The old man sneered chillingly, his killing intent boundless.

Suddenly, a long roar echoed from afar, rapidly approaching. However, a golden divine light had arrived even before the sound, carrying monstrous vital energy, swinging a dark-gold staff down.

"That's right, let's see where *you* run this time!" A golden figure rushed in, shouting loudly.

"How audacious!" An old servant behind the Heavenly Sovereign's Son stepped forward, blocking the way, meeting the staff.

*Pfft!*

Without any suspense, as the dark-gold staff swung down, it smashed the unfathomably powerful old servant into a bloody pulp, disintegrating him on the spot. This was a Golden Saint Ape, dazzling all over, with vital energy surging sky-high, roaring towards the heavens, incomparably mighty.

Ye Fan was overjoyed. The Monkey was safe and had arrived today! Everyone else was greatly alarmed. The Son of the Combat Saint Emperor had arrived. His status was noble, and he had come specifically for the Heavenly Sovereign's Son—unrivaled!

I've slept little these past few days and woke up very late this morning, so this chapter is also late. Apologies for the wait.