Chapter 814: Seven Saints Descend

The black turtle, unhindered, pursued relentlessly from behind, moving incredibly fast. Various mystical patterns shimmered beneath its feet as it streaked across the sky like a flowing ray of light. The Dragon-headed Ancestral King was driven to near madness. He couldn't defeat it, and being chased by a turtle like this enraged and humiliated him beyond measure.

"Heavenly Dao Reincarnation!" he roared. Gathering all his magical power, he unleashed his most potent divine technique once more. Behind his head, light converged, forming a gigantic wheel that illuminated the void.

"Overlord's Divine Fist!" the black turtle roared back. Its two ancient black fists expanded boundlessly, smashing down like two immense black mountains, making heaven and earth resonate with thunderous roars.

Finally, amidst a dazzling burst of light, the ancient black fists shattered the treasured wheel, broke through the light, and utterly destroyed the divine technique. *Pfft!* The Dragon-headed Ancient King exploded. His primordial spirit's light attempted to escape, but the black turtle instantly blocked it. The turtle retracted its body, and its shell transformed into a black millstone, rumbling as it ground over him.

"Ah...!" the Dragon-headed Ancient King shrieked. All the vital essence accumulated over his lifetime burst forth, but it couldn't penetrate the turtle's shell. He was ground into fine powder by the black millstone, with streams of light scattering in all directions.

Blood rained down in the void, then transformed into crimson light and burned. This section of the sky collapsed, continuously disintegrating, becoming a desolate ruin. An Ancestral King had fallen! Immeasurable light burned, surging skyward. Various Grand Dao laws clashed, one after another, chaotically, forming a turbulent current that no one dared to approach; they could only wait for it to dissipate on its own.

Beside the Jade Lake Pure Land, people were stunned. An Ancient King had been suppressed and killed, his blood splattering across the sky and transforming into a blazing torch of light, utterly erased from existence. The ancient races of the Primordial Era were utterly silent. A powerful Ancestral King had been killed just like that, blasted apart by a black turtle that seemed harmless and even comical. "Don't humans barely have any saints?" they wondered. "How can a turtle they raised be this powerful? It's terrifying!"

In the sky, the turtle, with a straight face, declared solemnly, "Remember, I am the great Xuanwu." A moment ago, people could still smile, but now that an Ancestral King had been blasted apart, no one was in the mood; who dared provoke this turtle?

"How can the Barbarian tribe possess such a powerful sacred turtle?!" the Heavenly Emperor's Son muttered to himself, his nine dazzling divine rings glowing behind his head as he frowned.

"Prince, lower your voice," two Ancient Kings advised. They had sensed that this turtle was not to be trifled with.

Inside the Jade Lake, amidst a grove of ancient trees where crystalline petals continuously drifted down, Ye Fan offered a toast to the Barbarian Clan Chief and the Old Barbarian King, expressing his gratitude. Inside the Pure Land, many people were drinking together, feeling relieved and content. The arrogant Dragon-headed Ancient King had been crippled and then destroyed by a turtle, which brought great satisfaction. The clear sound of a zither echoed. Inside the ancient forest, by the clear lake shore, auspicious light swirled, and mist steamed. A hundred birds flocked, creating an atmosphere of profound peace. Meanwhile, the various ancient races of the Primordial Era wore gloomy expressions. An Ancient King had been publicly killed, a fact that weighed heavily on their hearts, making them deeply uncomfortable.

The grand assembly was finally about to begin, with tomorrow morning marking the main day. Yet, the unexpected calm made many people uneasy. Finally, as the red sun set in the west, a sensation of inverted star domains emanated from outside the Pure Land. Though no one entered, it instilled terror in everyone. The oppressive aura of ancient Saints was overwhelming!

"Dong..." The divine bell tolled continuously with a prolonged, echoing sound, announcing the arrival of supreme powerful figures whom everyone was obliged to greet. Right on the horizon, several tall and immensely majestic figures slowly walked into view, like several demonic mountains threatening to crush the ancient blue sky. They walked slowly, yet were incredibly intimidating. Each appeared to have endured countless eons, their bodies merged with the Grand Dao of heaven and earth, fused within its fundamental laws. Seven! A full seven ancient Saint-level beings!

They came together, walking as one, causing the very earth to nearly sink. Various brilliant lights descended from the sky, and heavenly music echoed incessantly, as if playing for them. These were unusual phenomena generated by seven ancient Saint-level powerhouses, recognized by heaven and earth, which showered them with various auspicious omens. Each one commanded unique divine laws. Seven ancient Saints—the simultaneous appearance of such powerhouses made one tremble just thinking about it. On the horizon, bathed in a dazzling light, seven tall figures walked forward, each imbued with a golden radiance. All living beings watched with fervent eyes, their hearts trembling with immense reverence. These were Saint-level existences, figures one could only look up to for a lifetime. All human cultivators watched with fervent eyes, wishing these were human Saints. A full seven, appearing like this—how astonishing! However, as the footsteps drew near, all human cultivators felt as if cold water had been poured over them. Every Saint had a different appearance, bearing obvious characteristics of the ancient races. Although they had a premonition, they couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed. If humanity could suddenly produce seven ancient Saints, it would certainly intimidate all races. Everyone felt a sense of powerlessness. How could they contend against the various ancient tribes of the Primordial Era like this? Seven Ancient Kings walked together, their oppressive presence suffocating. The Barbarian tribe's guardian deity, Xuanwu, was indeed very strong, but one person alone could not hold out against so many. The ancient races arrived with seven at once, and this was far from their full strength; the disparity was too great. At this moment, it was utterly silent outside the Jade Lake. There was no sign of life, no sound, and no one could utter a word. If not for the widespread belief that Emperor Wu Shi was still alive, this would undoubtedly be a desperate era, with absolutely no hope. It was difficult for humanity to find even one Saint, yet the ancient races had a group of Ancestral Kings presiding. The difference was too vast; they simply couldn't contend.

Bathed in iridescent light, their bodies outlined in gold, they walked step by step. Their appearances varied: some had human heads with phoenix bodies, some had human bodies with qilin heads, some had thirty-six pairs of divine wings on their backs, and some looked exactly like humans. Evidently, they were not from a single race, but they shared one commonality: they did not believe Emperor Wu Shi was still alive. Like the Dragon-headed Ancient King, they had come "to demand an explanation." Who could stop seven Saint-level beings? One sacred turtle certainly couldn't. This was a monstrous fighting force, capable of destroying any foe! "Seven great royal families united..." Ye Fan gasped. Others still held the belief that Emperor Wu Shi was alive, but he knew the truth, and a chill ran through him. Who could stop them? This was the true beginning of despair.

The seven Ancient Kings reined in their oppressive aura. They were not as arrogant as the Dragon-headed Ancestral King, who had forced all races to kneel. Instead, they were cold, utterly indifferent and merciless, standing outside the Jade Lake like seven formidable mountains.

"The Jade Lake Grand Assembly is about to begin. The arrival of seven Ancestral Kings brings immense splendor to this gathering," someone began, offering a veiled compliment.

"Please, seven esteemed seniors, come inside," a human sect master offered. Although there was hostility in his heart, he had to treat them respectfully, fearing great disaster if they were not properly received.

However, the seven Ancient Kings stood outside the Jade Lake as if they hadn't heard, completely ignoring them, their faces cold as ice.

"The arrival of the Ancient Kings will make this assembly splendid and joyous. Please grace the Jade Lake with your presence," several other human sect masters added.

But still, they were ignored. The seven Ancient Kings didn't even glance at them, offering no response, treating them as if they were air. The human sect masters, who had bowed respectfully, froze in place. This was not humiliation, but cold indifference. All other human cultivators felt a chill run through them, sensing the vast disparity between them. These seven Ancient Kings didn't even look at them; their eyes, filled with ancientness and a cruel coldness, regarded them as a group of ants with whom they shared no common language. They weren't deliberately scornful, but this gaze from a different world, this posture of ignoring them, chilled people's hearts even more. Ants and dragons—they had no common ground! This was everyone's feeling: they existed in two separate worlds, thus they were ignored. They were powerless even to be angry; it was an inexplicable sorrow. The slain Dragon-headed Ancestral King, arrogant and volatile, instilled fear but commanded little true respect or awe. But these seven Ancient Kings were different. Infinitely cold, speaking not a word, they were even more terrifying. Ignoring the humans present, their indifference stemmed from deep-seated contempt, chilling one to the bone.

"Greetings, Ancestral Kings," the Heavenly Emperor's Son said, stepping forward to pay his respects. Only then did the seven nod, but they still said nothing, standing like seven demonic mountains outside the Jade Lake.

"What a grand display, seven Ancient Kings descending together," the black turtle said, appearing with a solemn expression. "If you're here for the Jade Lake Grand Assembly, why don't you come in?"

"What kind of assembly is this?" an Ancient King finally spoke, utterly cold. "Is there anyone here who can sit with us to discuss the future world order and the prospects for the development of the various races?" His words revealed their mindset: they did not consider the humans present worthy of notice.

"Truly cruel laws, the strong prey on the weak," the black turtle said. "You came here, but you truly don't want to enter the Jade Lake?"

"Can you find anyone who is our equal?" another Ancient King said mercilessly. The other several remained as if frozen in ice.

Still cold, still indifferent, they didn't even glance at the humans present, as if facing a group of insignificant ants. People couldn't even feel anger, only sorrow. The disparity in strength was too great. These seven Ancient Kings weren't flaunting their power; rather, their disregard stemmed from their inherent nature, an instinctive ignoring.

"Do you consider even me an ant?" the black turtle asked in a deep voice, its expression turning cold.

"You killed an Ancestral King from Hidden Dragon River; you are indeed very strong. We were already planning to challenge you." Without any further words, the battle immediately erupted, filled with killing intent at every step, starting directly with the clash of the strongest divine laws.

"Om!" The black turtle attacked and defended with ease, seemingly without effort. With one claw strike, it knocked the Ancestral King back more than ten steps.

"Very powerful. Let me try as well," another Ancient King said, stepping forward, radiating a coldness like ice.

"Boom!" The battle resumed. The black turtle still held the absolute advantage, transforming into a streak of black light, intending to kill both of them.

"You are very powerful, but how many can you fight alone?" At this moment, three more Ancestral Kings stepped forward consecutively. One of them was incredibly powerful, far surpassing ordinary Ancestral Kings, capable of contending with Xuanwu on his own. Five Ancestral Kings attacked together, while two even colder ones stood motionless nearby, watching indifferently.

"Kill!" Xuanwu was enraged, but how could one possibly withstand five Ancestral Kings alone? One of them was too powerful, a formidable enemy capable of matching him. With the other four assisting, Xuanwu was immediately overwhelmed.

"Bang!" Xuanwu suffered thirteen consecutive heavy blows, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood as it flew backward. If not for its astonishing shell defense, it would have been utterly annihilated. Xuanwu was defeated, bleeding continuously. It struggled to get up, its eyes cold, shooting out blazing divine lightning, and walked forward again.

"Boom!" This time, it suffered nineteen consecutive blows, all struck by the Ancestral King who far surpassed ordinary ones. It spewed blood heavily, and even its black shell showed several cracks.

"Bang!" This time, Xuanwu fell to the ground and struggled greatly to get back up.

The seven Ancient Kings stood motionless in front, like millennia-old unmelting ice. One of them spoke without any emotional fluctuation, saying, "When a great and flourishing race needs a mere turtle to maintain its pathetic dignity, how far is it from extinction?"

At these words, all humans' expressions changed. It was like a knife plunging into everyone's heart; even the most patient people couldn't help but roar at this moment! Many felt a blockage in their chests, unable to resist the urge to let out a long howl to the sky.

"Emperor Wu Shi is dead; you have no one to rely on!" came another cold remark. At this moment, everyone wanted to charge forward, even if it meant death, to fight a battle. However, they sadly discovered that they seemingly didn't even have that qualification. The difference was too great, not even on the same magnitude.

"Do you rely on this turtle? Can it still fight? Can it still maintain your last shred of ridiculous dignity?" an Ancient King who had remained silent spoke coldly. At this moment, everyone felt their blood rush, wishing they could immediately charge forward. If only a human Great Saint would descend from the sky at this moment, how wonderful that would be! This was everyone's hope in their despair.

"The Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Races is a joke. Is there anyone here who is our equal? How can it be held?!" another Ancient King scoffed. Everyone's face turned ashen, yet they were powerless to refute. There were simply no powerhouses of equal rank to speak with them, which made people furious yet helpless.

"Dong!" Suddenly, afootstep echoed from the edge of the world, merging with its pulsation and clearly resonating in people's hearts. The setting sun was like blood, casting a sky full of red light that dyed the earth with a crimson blush. At the edge of that world, a tall and erect figure walked step by step. He wore white robes like snow, his demeanor heroic and imposing, advancing with firm steps.

This was a Saint, belonging to humanity, possessing an intimidating heroic spirit and unmatched grace! A true human Saint!

Many human cultivators present actually cried at this moment. Unsure if it was from excitement, joy, or humiliation, hot tears streamed down their faces. Humanity relying on a turtle to maintain its last shred of dignity had made them terribly miserable. To have this brutally exposed by several Ancient Kings was worse than being cut by a knife. But now, they had finally seen a Saint belonging to humanity. He was integrated with heaven and earth, his white robes spotless, extraordinary and refined. With an handsome face, resolute features, and unparalleled grace, he was like an immortal king reborn. Ye Fan was also excited; after seeing this person, even he couldn't help but have tears well up in his eyes.