Chapter 815: A Person Supports the Sky

**Covering the Sky, Chapter 817: One Person Holding Up the Heavens**

As the sun set, a figure in white approached, step by step. The evening light bathed him, lending him a sacred glow that made him appear extraordinary and ethereal.

His arrival captivated everyone. Many roared aloud, having felt deeply humiliated and repressed by the seven ancestral kings' blatant disdain.

He appeared valiant and young, yet the profound wisdom and weariness in his eyes hinted that he was far from a youth.

His snow-white robes fluttered in the wind as he moved through the evening glow, a vision as dreamlike as it was real. His momentary splendor and unparalleled divine bearing inspired an urge to kneel in reverence.

This wasn't born of coercion, but an overwhelming wave of emotion that caused everyone to shout out.

“Saint!”

“A Saint of our human race!”

Nearly seventeen or eighteen years had passed since their last parting. Ye Fan's eyes welled up; he had never imagined encountering the White-Clad Divine King here.

Ye Fan owed his current standing entirely to Divine King Jiang, who had helped him mend the broken path of his Sacred Body, cleansed his Great Dao with divine blood, and aided his breakthrough.

Indeed, Divine King Jiang had sacrificed his very life to secure Ye Fan's current existence; otherwise, Ye Fan might have faded into obscurity.

“Divine King…” Ye Fan’s voice trembled, his steps unsteady, as he moved forward to greet him.

He recalled the Divine King's tragic lament years ago, an aging hero venturing alone into the wilderness, seeking only death. It had filled Ye Fan with immense sorrow, yet he had been utterly powerless to assist.

Now, witnessing his return to the world, Ye Fan's heart surged with excitement, for the Divine King was the person he respected above all others.

The Divine King's hair was a pristine white, like glistening snow. His noble stature and unmatched grace, even upon his mere appearance, imparted a sense of a majestic mountain capable of propping up the heavens, an unyielding pillar that could withstand anything.

Many were moved to tears, secretly wiping their reddened eyes. After enduring such prolonged suppression, everyone had yearned for a human Saint to appear.

Even the seven ancestral kings were compelled to turn, their eyes landing on this figure of extraordinary bearing. Each felt a jolt in their hearts, and their previously indifferent expressions faltered.

“Divine King…” Ye Fan reached him, bowed deeply in homage, almost choking up, his emotions sincere.

“Stand up!” Divine King Jiang Taixu personally and firmly pulled him up.

His white robes were a striking sight, and his past, unparalleled grandeur seemed to vividly reappear, stirring profound emotions in everyone. Many kings existed in the world, yet only the White-Clad Divine King was ever bestowed the title 'Unrivaled'.

The setting sun painted the sky and earth crimson, and the Divine King, resplendent in light, stood illuminating the hearts of all present, inspiring the belief that he alone could uphold the very heavens.

“Divine King!”

“Unrivaled Divine King!”

In that moment, it was unclear who first cried out, but soon, everyone followed, their collective shouts resounding across heaven and earth.

At this desperate juncture, the arrival of one person had such a profound impact, igniting the passion and courage of all, and instilling awe and apprehension in many ancient races.

The seven Primordial Kings, too, displayed unusual expressions, their eyes glinting with a dark light as they watched in silence.

The Divine King had led a tragic life. He rose to fame in his youth, achieving the Immortal III stage and reaching the pinnacle of kingship early on. Yet, as if heaven itself was envious of his talent, he was trapped deep within Purple Mountain for four millennia, just as he reached his prime.

Upon his return, everything had changed. A lifetime of heroism had culminated in an old age marked by impending death. There was no greater agony than for one who was once invincible to quietly await the end of life.

Even more tragically, he had watched helplessly as his beloved died to save him. With such a ravaged heart and profound experiences, he had cradled the cold corpse of the Rainbow Cloud Fairy, his hair turning white amidst that poignant, beautiful evening glow.

Anyone familiar with the Divine King's life would be deeply moved, feeling sorrow and injustice for him. His fate was fraught with trials, making him a hero whose suffering resonated with all.

In his youth, he had slain the Sun Monarch, one of the Twin Kings of Central State who had already reached the Great Accomplishment stage. More recently, during the battle where the barbarian cavalry swept across the Northern Plains, it was revealed that he had wounded the Wang family's powerful Dark Demon King, causing the latter to lose confidence in attaining the Dao.

How many more unknown feats had he accomplished in his youth? With such a glorious track record, to what heights would he have ascended had he not wasted four millennia?

Every time one reflects on it, one can only sigh and lament for the Divine King, for he was truly a genius favored by heaven!

“Finally, something worth seeing; a Saint has appeared,” an ancient king spoke indifferently.

A hush fell over the scene as everyone's attention fixed on the white-robed king, or perhaps, the White-Clad Saint.

Yet, instinctively, people still preferred to address him as the White-Clad Divine King, a designation that had transcended mere achievement to become a unique, revered title.

“A Saint not quite like the others…” The only one of the seven ancient kings who had remained silent spoke, a slight frown on his face. “How should I address you...?”

“Jiang Taixu…” The Divine King spoke calmly, his eyes luminous, shining brightly like the evening glow.

He exuded no aura of a Saint, nor any overbearing might. Yet, simply by standing there, he appeared to be on equal footing with the seven ancient kings, betraying not a single hint of weakness.

This was the universal sentiment, whether it was an illusion or not. Their hearts grew utterly certain; the Divine King's presence was like a divine needle stabilizing the sea, bringing profound reassurance.

“Why... do I feel you are different from other Saints?” An ancient king's indifferent expression receded, a hint of doubt appearing on his face.

“Different,” the Divine King replied, “your race and mine are different, and the Dao we have proven is also different.”

“No, what kind of Dao have you proven? You are definitely stronger than ordinary Saints,” the ancient king said deeply.

Everyone present was astonished, especially the various Primordial races, whose hearts even pounded with trepidation. For this ancient king to utter such words was clear proof that the White-Clad Saint before them was indeed more powerful.

“The times are different,” Divine King Jiang said calmly. “Every human Saint is unique.”

However, these words struck like a thunderclap, causing the ancient kings present to visibly stiffen, their expressions changing for the very first time.

Only a handful of others managed to grasp the implication, their faces paling in alarm.

This was the Post-Desolate Era, vastly different from times past. The heavens and earth could barely accommodate Saints; no one could achieve the Dao, and even kings were rarely seen!

These years had been an era of despair for exceptionally talented cultivators. Despite their heaven-defying endowments, they could not sever the Dao, idly passing their days, their hair turning white with futile sorrow, unable to achieve anything.

The Primordial Era, however, was different. When the rules of heaven and earth were unaltered, kings were common, and major races all had Saints. Achieving such a cultivation was far easier than it was now.

In the current era, Great Accomplishment Kings were as rare as phoenix feathers, and the difficulty of attaining that stage was no less, if not greater, than becoming a Saint in ancient times. Under such stringent conditions, how could one possibly take that step towards sainthood?

In recent years, those who managed to reach Immortal III and slay the Dao were astonishing; each forged a unique path, driven by profound fortuitous encounters, rendering their achievements unreproducible.

To defy the heavens and take that step towards sainthood in an era where it was disallowed, what immense will and talent must that require?

Saints who achieved their status under such extraordinary circumstances were each unparalleled and truly unique!

Even if they had only just taken that initial step, they were formidable, for they were kings among Saints, having succeeded under the most improbable conditions to achieve the Dao!

Who was the White-Clad Divine King? Bestowed with the title 'Unrivaled' and possessing a King Physique, combined with such challenging circumstances, he was undeniably worthy of being called the King of Kings!

“The times are different…” an ancient king murmured to himself, a terrifying wave surging in his heart.

Human Saints were almost unheard of, but if one did appear, they were astonishingly formidable and terrifying, instilling deep apprehension in the ancient kings.

“The Grand Assembly of Myriad Races is about to commence. Will you not join us inside?” the Divine King invited, his snow-white hair and imposing, heroic bearing accompanied by calm, equitable words.

“It's not worth entering,” an ancient king scoffed. “What kind of grand assembly is it if there's no one of equal standing? We would simply sit there, with no one to converse with at our level.”

This ancient king's ruthless remark reopened a wound, enraging many human cultivators who were, however, powerless to refute it, for indeed, had Divine King Jiang not arrived, that would have been the stark reality.

“How about I sit and discuss the Dao with you?” the White-Clad Divine King said.

“You are indeed extraordinary, and we were just about to put that to the test. First, overcome us!” An ancient king stepped forward, launching an immediate attack.

Thirty-six pairs of divine wings erupted from his back, beating in unison. Instantly, a screen of celestial light formed, from which a divine sword of the Heavenly Dao materialized and cleaved downwards.

This attack, formed from immeasurable divine principles, was his most potent strike. In battles between Saints, a single blow could often determine victory or death.

Enveloped in golden light under the setting sun, Jiang Taixu made a single movement: he brought his fingers together and sliced.

*Clang!*

The Sword of Heavenly Dao shattered beneath the Divine King's two fingers. Its divine principles dissipated like smoke, transforming into a dazzling light that vanished into the void.

A more terrifying battle commenced. This time, six Saints attacked simultaneously, with one ancient king abstaining, all moving to suppress the White-Clad Divine King.

Thousands of threads and myriad strands of various lights interwove, forming ribbon-like celestial power that cleaved downwards. The resonant sounds of the Heavenly Dao filled the air, and auspicious energies erupted and descended.

This was the devastating trump card unleashed by the combined might of the six Saints, vying with heaven and earth for creation, and competing with the sun and moon for brilliance. Auspiciousness and destructive power advanced in tandem.

“Immeasurable Light, Immeasurable Tribulation, Immeasurable Power, Suppress for Eternity!” The six chanted in unison, echoing across heaven and earth, rumbling loudly, their voices carrying for countless miles.

The void ahead collapsed, chaotic light flickering as a small world was forcibly cleaved open, imbued with the aura of creation.

It was an incomparably powerful assault; the heavens bestowed auspicious hues, divine lotuses bloomed from the earth, and all manner of light converged into a divine sea!

Everyone prostrated themselves. Though not directly attacked, they could not bear the immense pressure descending from the heavens; the world seemed on the verge of annihilation.

The Unrivaled Divine King moved his hands, and for him, time seemed to stand still. His white hair fluttered, his gaze resolute, and he remained unperturbed, tracing the path of the Dao.

Only Ye Fan clearly understood: the Divine King was manifesting the Saint Battle Art, the paramount offensive technique of the past five millennia, and it was once again shining brightly!

And this time, the Divine King had appeared as a Saint, re-demonstrating his invincible assault, his supreme offensive power!

*Boom!*

Heaven and earth tore open, revealing a blood-red furnace, sacred and immense, filling the sky. It was adorned with ancient patterns from various eras, depicting divine birds, the sun, and more.

Mist and light, red as blood, bloomed brilliantly. Around this sacred furnace, various laws intertwined, emitting the roar of the Heavenly Dao as it suppressed everything, unstoppable by any.

“What, you brought an ultimate emperor weapon!”

“Is this the Jiang family's Hengyu Furnace?!”

The ancient kings were horrified, their hair standing on end as a profound sense of powerlessness surged within them. They could not resist, continuously sinking under the immense pressure.

“No, this is an offensive Saint Art he manifested, not an actual weapon. This… this is too terrifying!” An ancient king felt a chill run through his entire body.

Everyone was utterly shaken and astonished. The human cultivators knew with certainty that this was the Saint Battle Art, having manifested a world-shattering assault!

“Number one in attack power for five thousand years, an unbreakable myth!”

Everyone surged with excitement. After entering the Saint realm, the White-Clad Divine King had become even more invincible, remaining the unique and unrivaled Divine King!

The various Primordial races looked terrified, and everyone felt a chill of dread. One person overpowering six Saints—what an incredible display of power! He was an unparalleled expert, a king among Saints!

In the sky, the sacred furnace, radiating crimson light, was utterly irresistible, pressing down on the six ancient kings until their bodies bent, nearly forcing them to their knees.

His unrivaled grace remained as potent as ever. The foremost in attack power for five millennia, he was still an unbreakable legend!