Chapter 808: Sealing Gods Terrifies All Clans

An ancient scroll traversed the Northern Region, illuminating the land with a sentient light, as if it pierced through the past, present, and future.

It appeared to be cast from gold, shimmering brilliantly and dazzling the eyes.

Transforming into an eternal sacred light, it originated from the Central Region, traversing the vast Northern Lands at a speed beyond imagination. Each flash of its brilliance spanned thousands of miles, tearing through the mortal world.

This was a divine miracle, spanning three thousand realms and piercing through nine layers of heaven. It exuded an immortal divinity, coexisting with heaven and earth, and vying for brilliance with the sun and moon.

"This is the aura of an ancient Great Emperor!" Across the Northern Region, countless beings were terrified, unable to resist kneeling in worship.

"A shocking miracle, a deity is manifesting!" Many trembled, their foreheads bleeding, remaining prostrated with expressions of profound fear.

The immortal divine light traversed the Northern Region; each trajectory was like a celestial chasm, splitting the sky. It was incredibly brilliant, as if it had traversed eighty millennia.

The Investiture of the Gods, bearing the mark of Emperor Wushi, seemed to transform into a giant golden hand. It swept across all realms, astounding the entire Northern Region.

"This is too terrifying, is there really a Great Emperor of the human race still alive?" Inside an ancient lair, a group of ancient beings looked up at the sky, their expressions filled with trepidation.

"The speed is too fast, it's an unparalleled divine aura. Have we returned to the prehistoric mythical era?" In another ancient clan's settlement, a group of powerful beings were also struck with awe.

This golden divine list exuded myriad layers of Dao light, overshadowing the nine heavens. Its trajectory was astonishing, showering down auspicious signs across the sky, as if reversing time and returning to the primordial era.

The Investiture of the Gods, like a light of ascending immortals, successively illuminated every inch of the Northern Region, as if someone had ascended to immortality in a truly astonishing display.

Sacred Silkworm Ridge and Primordial Lake, these forbidden lands, were all illuminated. A supreme imperial might rumbled down, causing these great clans, which had once produced ancient emperors, to tremble.

A 'whiz'.

The ancient scroll swept past the Fire Lin Cave, making a brief stop. The vast, overwhelming chaotic energy that surged down struck fear into the entire ancient imperial clan. From all thirteen ancient caves, powerful divine light burst forth.

"What is this? Is a human Great Emperor truly manifesting?"

As the golden ancient scroll departed, the expressions of the Primordial Imperial Clan of Fire Lin Cave grew solemn as they all gazed into the distant sky.

"Emperor Wushi once intended to refine the Immortal Suppressing List to seal away immortals. But no true immortals were ever seen in the world; instead, there were ancient beings suspected to be deities. Thus, he renamed it the Investiture of the Gods. It is that immortal artifact."

"It rushed above our Fire Lin Cave. Is this a warning? And... he is truly alive, making our hearts uneasy!"

Not long after, the Investiture of the Gods entered the Seventeen Blood Phoenix Mountains, similarly showering down millions of Dao lights that submerged the countless mountains and peaks, making the imperial clan below shudder with fear.

"Do not revive the ancient imperial weapons, absolutely do not act rashly!" An old Ancestor King stared at the sky, commanding in a deep voice.

The Investiture of the Gods departed; it did not linger long, disappearing into the vast sky.

On this very day, throughout the Northern Region, the most powerful ancient royal clans were all terrified to the extreme and unable to find peace, as a magnificent golden ancient scroll traversed the sky, manifesting above their respective clan territories.

Across the vast land, countless human cultivators were worshipping, remaining prostrated, while the various ancient clans were panic-stricken, their hearts filled with fear.

Inside the magnificent hall of the Jade Lake, people were petrified when they learned of the external situation, but soon after, voices erupted in excitement.

The Son of Heaven seemed to have taken a punch; the nine divine rings behind his head almost collapsed. This was truly a resounding slap that left him stunned.

Has Emperor Wushi revived?

"Impossible!" He didn't believe it. Back then, he had indeed sensed an unusual movement on the Dao platform, indicating someone was ascending. How could he reappear in the world now?

Eighty thousand years ago, he was still in his divine egg, but he had a faint perception. That earth-shattering aura was right near him; how could he have been mistaken?

In the magnificent hall, everyone was discussing. This time, the human race's morale soared, while the various other races felt relatively bitter. If a Great Emperor was truly still alive, the combined forces of all their races would be useless.

"Unless we go to the Primordial Ancient Mine to pray," someone said, "but that place is no longer the same as it was in primordial times. No one can enter it anymore; an unknown great change has occurred. Does it still belong to the various races?"

The various races clamored, arguing and discussing. Such a major event had occurred, with an unprecedentedly immense impact.

At this moment, if one were to say who was most disheartened and tragic, it would undoubtedly be the Son of Heaven. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles almost broke.

Not long ago, he went to the Spirit God Valley to lobby, stating that Emperor Wushi had died young and could no longer appear in this world. As a result, within a few days, Zhang Lin appeared out of nowhere, declaring he acted upon Emperor Wushi's decree, and suppressed and killed everyone in that clan.

And now, he again declared to the world that Emperor Wushi had long since ascended and turned to dust. Yet, the Investiture of the Gods immediately flew out to suppress the Northern Region.

This was truly a "slap in the face," a continuous, resounding one, echoing non-stop. How could he bear it? His lungs felt like they would burst.

The Son of Heaven had never felt so stifled as he did today; he wished he could roar to the sky. These were truly two tragedies.

Without a doubt, this was a huge blow to his prestige. Even if his father was a deity, the Undying Heavenly Emperor, he couldn't afford to squander his reputation like this.

Moreover, not long ago, he was outshone by the Monkey. With such a comparison, it was clear that the Saint Prince had gained the upper hand, making him burn with suppressed rage.

"Haha..." From a distance, Duan De, in a very unsavory manner, laughed mockingly as he stared at the Son of Heaven.

"This Son of Heaven is actually quite sharp," Li Heishui sighed. "He hits the nail on the head every time. If Zhang Lin hadn't astonished the world, and if the Investiture of the Gods hadn't appeared at the opportune moment, he really would have caused a huge problem."

The few people nearby nodded. Even Ye Fan had to admit that this Son of Heaven was simply too unlucky. Both times he made pronouncements, they had great destructive power, yet they always inexplicably ended in tragedy.

No one knew better than Ye Fan and Duan De that Emperor Wushi was absolutely no longer in this world; they had seen the traces of his ascension.

However, why the Investiture of the Gods would detach itself and enter the Northern Region with lightning speed, intimidating the great ancient clans, was difficult to explain for a moment.

One must know that every step on the Saint Cliff was fraught with danger, each a deadly trap, with killing formations personally laid by Emperor Wushi. As for trying to take down the Investiture of the Gods, it was even harder; that was an immortal artifact forged by an ancient Great Emperor, capable of deifying.

"Could that Daoist suppressed within the Saint Cliff have escaped?" Ye Fan's heart trembled, but then he shook his head. "It shouldn't be him; otherwise, he wouldn't help the human race deter the Northern Region."

The Great Accomplished Saint Body had stained the stone cliff with blood. Over hundreds of thousands of years, many stone pits still remained as blood pools, never drying up, an infinitely terrifying sight.

That was a crucial step in Ye Fan's deterrent plan. In his plan, when absolutely necessary, he would eventually lead people to unveil the list and extinguish the last wisp of that Daoist's primordial spirit with an imperial weapon. But he never expected the divine list to fly out on its own.

On this day, the various clans in the Northern Region were silent as cicadas in winter, truly terrified, as the Investiture of the Gods pierced through the Northern Region's sky above them, surging forth with the pressure of an ancient Great Emperor. Who wouldn't be afraid?

"There must be a trick!" The Son of Heaven gritted his teeth, muttering to himself.

But at this moment, who would listen to him? Only Yuan Gu stood by him, advancing and retreating together; everyone else had gone to discuss countermeasures.

Across the Northern Region, all human cultivators were jubilant and exhilarated. There was no more encouraging news than this.

In the eyes of the various ancient races, the human race was merely meat on a chopping block, like lambs to be slaughtered. But now, a divine lion had revived among them. This was a heaven-defying transformation.

Inside the Jade Lake, the human race felt more confident facing the myriad races. Ye Fan and his companions also breathed a sigh of relief, walking out of the ancient hall and strolling by the beautiful mountains and clear lake.

They saw many acquaintances and all nodded in greeting. And now, even the various Saint Lords, upon seeing Ye Fan, were very wary and dared not presume.

"Isn't that the Yaoguang Saint Son?" Li Heishui asked.

After many years, the Yaoguang Saint Son had gained a sense of returning to simplicity and truth. He no longer had the brilliant sacred light of the past; instead, there was only a sense of reality, as if he were an ordinary person of flesh and blood, integrated into the natural world.

With no excessive words, both sides merely nodded across a small lake, then passed by each other and went their separate ways.

"This fellow is not simple," Duan De said.

There was no need for him to say it; everyone present knew that the Yaoguang Saint Son was extraordinary. No one had yet managed to figure out how strong he truly was, mainly because he was very low-key, and no world-shaking battles involving him had ever been heard of.

Not long after, Ye Fan saw the Golden-Winged Old Roc King. He was older than before, had lost some of his domineering aura, and gained a few touches of vicissitude and desolation.

Ye Fan stepped forward to pay his respects. He still greatly admired this Old Roc King, who had traversed the world and was quite upright. He hadn't been overly protective back then; otherwise, Ye Fan might not have survived to this day.

"Has Young Roc King arrived?"

"He passed away two years ago."

The Old Roc King looked at the falling leaves, a touch of sorrow and a hint of loneliness in his expression. His cloudy eyes became even dimmer.

"Young Roc King is no longer in this world..." Ye Fan was stunned. Life truly is unpredictable; such a strong-willed genius and demonic hero had actually fallen.

Back then, the Golden-Winged Young Roc King had several times pushed him to the brink of despair; he was once his most formidable enemy. The Golden Taiji Circle had even made significant breakthroughs under his Heavenly Demonic Saint-Slaughtering Art.

Compared to those who used schemes and tricks, the Golden-Winged Young Roc King was more resolute and direct. He always fought fair and square, never ambushing or plotting against Ye Fan.

Such a strong Young Roc King, hailed as one of the most promising talents in the Eastern Wasteland, had died just like that—a truly untimely death.

"He was too headstrong," the Old Roc King sighed. "In order to pass the nine heavenly barriers set by the Great Sage of our Heavenly Roc Clan, he forcibly broke through and ultimately failed."

The Old Roc King sighed, filled with immense loneliness. Losing his most cherished bloodline successor in his old age was truly an unbearable burden.

Ye Fan didn't know how to comfort him. The path of cultivation was indeed this difficult and cruel; time was too merciless. The Young Roc King, a divinely talented genius, had fallen just like that, making one sigh in regret.

As the date for the Myriad Race Grand Assembly drew near, ancient Ancestor Kings finally began to appear. The Jade Lake trembled, sacred bells chimed continuously, and everyone went out to welcome them.

Many speculated that if the Investiture of the Gods hadn't appeared, most likely no ancient Saint-level Ancestor Kings would have shown up, because the human race truly had no one capable of commanding the situation, making it difficult to impress them.

"Where is the Saint Prince? Do you truly believe that with the Victorious Fighting Buddha backing you, you can blaspheme deities? Dare to insult the Undying Heavenly Emperor, and you must atone with death!"

This was a very beautiful woman, with skin as white as snow, so delicate it seemed it could break at a touch, a graceful figure, and peerless charm, yet she was incredibly terrifying.

After entering the Jade Lake, she went straight to Ye Fan and the Monkey, sneering, "I don't care if you're the Human Saint Body or the Saint Prince of the Fighting Lineage. Dare to insult the Undying Heavenly Emperor, and you will pay a bloody price."

"What do you think this place is?" Ye Fan, in the Saint Shell he inhabited, stepped forward, blocking her path. "What's so great about an Ancestor King? They can be suppressed and killed just the same!"

Not far away, the Son of Heaven sneered, standing with some ancient beings, not uttering a single word.

The Monkey was very direct, holding his dark great club, and said, "When I reach the Saint realm, I will blast all of you into dust!"

Today, I will strive hard to write three chapters. Motivation, motivation! Dear brothers and sisters,