Chapter 818: Ancestor King Qi's Divine Melody Emerges

## Chapter 820: Ancestor Kings Arrive, Divine Melody Appears

A cold wind blew over scarlet blood, shattered bone fragments, and a crimson platform. The Divine King stood alone at the center of the arena, his white robes immaculate, unstained by a single drop of blood. He radiated an awe-inspiring presence, and absolute silence reigned.

It was a shocking sight: three ancient kings pulverized, their bodies and essences annihilated. Many onlookers convulsed, their souls trembling as if about to leave their bodies.

The Divine King did not kill indiscriminately. While the previous seven ancient kings were indeed cold and powerful, they had not overtly provoked anyone. These three, however, had gone to extreme lengths to humiliate humanity, and so they were all struck down by the white-robed Divine King. Even if spared, such individuals would never be grateful; they would likely only grow bolder.

"Could everyone please sit down and talk?" the Divine King asked, standing on the blood-soaked platform and addressing the eight ancient kings before him. It was impossible not to be shocked; the three individuals just slain had been considered experts among the Ancestor Kings, yet they were all dead. The remaining eight fell silent.

"Haha, hahaha…" Unrestrained laughter boomed, shaking the very firmament and echoing for tens of thousands of miles. From the horizon, two more ancient kings suddenly appeared. Their power was immense, their vitality surging like a divine ocean, engulfing the entire world. Both these Saints were formidable, their gazes sharp as eagles and fierce as wolves, like two deities descending to survey the mortal realm with disdain. One of them, whose laughter boomed like a heavenly drum, caused the surroundings to crumble and the earth to nearly collapse. This god-like or demon-like figure clearly meant trouble.

Everyone gasped. How many ancient kings were there, exactly? How could they fight on? Three had died, and two more had arrived. The Myriad Races Assembly was originally intended for peace talks, but some Ancestor Kings, disbelieving that Wu Shi was still alive, had come prepared to use force. This was just the beginning; would more arrive?

"I hope I'm not too late," a cold voice echoed from outside the Pure Land. Another ancient king arrived, entering the Jade Pond. This one had divine wings on their back, dragon horns on their head, and a face similar to humans.

On the Heavenly Altar, complete silence reigned. No one spoke, and despair settled in. So far, only ancient kings had appeared, while humanity didn't even have a second Saint. What could be done? How could they fight on? Even if the white-robed Divine King was a reincarnated God of War, he couldn't possibly contend with so many ancient kings, and who knew how many more would arrive?

"One, two…" As time passed, people silently counted, their bodies growing cold as the number of ancient kings continued to rise.

This morning, seventeen ancient kings already stood side by side on the Heavenly Altar. The aura they exuded was so astonishing it could make the ancient heavens rumble. Opposite them, only the white-robed Divine King stood alone, facing so many ancient kings. How could a battle possibly ensue? Everyone felt a bitter taste in their mouths; the disparity was far too immense.

A gust of wind blew past, and people pulled their clothes tighter, feeling an extraordinary chill, as if late autumn had arrived, bringing desolation to every heart.

These were beings on par with ancient Saints, and seventeen of them had arrived at once! Just the thought made people lose their will to fight. The white-robed Divine King was also human; this was a certain death situation. Who could possibly help him?

A sense of powerlessness washed over everyone. No matter how they struggled, they saw no glimmer of hope. There were simply too many ancient kings, driving despair into their hearts.

Furthermore, this count did not include the seven ancestor kings who had arrived yesterday. Even though they held a shred of respect for the Divine King and were now sitting on the other side, their presence still sent shivers down spines.

This was a disheartening situation. Not a single person spoke; they couldn't even sigh, and were too dispirited to lift their heads.

"How disappointing. Has humanity truly regressed since the ancient era? I recall there being several Saints back then. Is there only one left in the entire world now?" As these cold words resounded, a figure descended from the sky.

An ancient king descended from the sky, like an evil god bursting forth from the underworld's prison. He brought with him monstrous demonic energy, and a pair of bat-like wings as black as ink.

"Ancestor King Taiming has also arrived!" Even many of the ancient kings were startled, stepping back a few paces. It was clear his status was extraordinary.

"Clang!" A soft clang echoed in the sky as a streak of blood-red lightning descended, carving out a dazzling crimson light. It plunged into the Heavenly Altar, ringing sharply. This was a dragon spear, crimson as blood, with a coiled dragon wrapped around it, its vivid red tip exuding a soul-stirring presence. A queen descended, tall and shapely, with wheat-colored skin. She radiated intense killing intent, her red hair and blood-red eyes matching the dragon spear she held.

"Ancestor King Blood Lightning has also arrived!" The assembled members of all races were terrified, filled with deep awe, and all retreated. This was a universally renowned powerhouse, someone few dared to provoke!

"How uninteresting," a cold scoff echoed from the void. A man in bronze battle armor walked step by step, the Great Dao resonating around him.

People were amazed; the bronze battle armor on him was a genuine inherited Saint Weapon, a clear indicator of his terrifying status. Throughout history, Saints had their own weapons before their passing, but those who could truly leave behind an inherited Saint Weapon were exceedingly rare. It was both a testament and a symbol of immense strength.

"Ancestor King Teng Qing has arrived!" some ancient beings gasped in alarm. This was someone whose mere stomp in the Primordial Era could shake all directions.

The human powerhouses present were all disheartened, feeling completely hopeless. From the reactions of the various races, it was clear just how terrifying these last three ancient kings were.

Suddenly, amidst a brilliant radiance, an ancient king emerged with the morning glow. Dazzlingly splendid, he seemed to step out of the nascent sun, enveloped by divine light, immensely sacred. "We wish to see how Wu Shi manifests divine miracles," he declared. He stepped onto the Heavenly Altar, burning with intense light like a sun god. His intentions were clearly hostile, explicitly stating he wasn't there to attend the assembly.

The moment he appeared, the other ancient kings reacted, all involuntarily taking a step back. Clearly, he held an extremely high status.

"This is Ancestor King Haoyang!" exclaimed those among the ancient clans with extensive knowledge, unable to suppress their fear. This was truly a formidable and ruthless figure whose battle record in the Primordial Era was extraordinarily glorious.

On the Heavenly Altar, terrifying Saint bodies exuded an aura capable of collapsing myriad heavens throughout eternity. There were twenty-one figures in total, chilling hearts and souls.

Among them, the four most powerful ancient kings stood side by side at the very front: Ancestor King Taiming, Ancestor King Blood Lightning, Ancestor King Teng Qing, and Ancestor King Haoyang.

These four, being the last to arrive, commanded a degree of awe even from the other ancient kings. They were universally renowned masters from the Primordial Era; each had once caused rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, feared by all myriad races.

Such a group of ancient kings, gathered together, could shatter the earth and cause rivers of blood merely by the aura they exuded, let alone when they fought.

Opposite them, there was only the Divine King, whose white robes were purer than snow. Facing so many alone, this was an unequal confrontation; the disparity was far too great.

What could be done? This was a dead end!

Unless the Divine King achieved enlightenment, he simply couldn't contend. If battle truly erupted today, his myth of invincibility would surely be shattered, and he would likely shed his last drop of divine blood.

Almost everyone who was expected had arrived. Such a comparison left humanity disheartened, their faces ashen, abandoning their last shred of hope.

The Black Tortoise did not move, as seven ancient kings by its side also remained still. They sat cross-legged, having already stated clearly they would not interfere; if the Divine King passed this trial, they would simply leave.

Ye Fan felt bitter in his heart. Princess Silkworm had told him that some ancient kings would come to demand an explanation, but he had not expected such a formidable group!

The Divine King's bravery was evident to all, but even if he were a God of War, he couldn't withstand so many Saints, especially considering how formidable the four Ancestor Kings at the very front were.

"Can you, the Secret of All Universes, truly shine today?" he muttered to himself. Before dawn, he had told this secret to the Divine King.

Among the Nine Secrets, only this one was the simplest. It didn't require profound comprehension; it was merely a mysterious key, operable simply by remembering it.

Ancestor King Teng Qing, in his bronze inherited battle armor, spoke calmly: "He hasn't walked far on the path of a Saint, yet he possesses combat power that directly rivals ours. Indeed, those who become Saints in this era are extraordinary."

As soon as these words were uttered, the powerhouses of all races were astonished. It was the first time they truly understood the white-robed Divine King's strength; he was rapidly catching up to the four ancient kings renowned throughout the Primordial Era.

However, the human cultivators, hearing these words, felt a chill run through them. Though the Divine King was brave, he was not superior to his opponents, and there were four of them.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the Divine King's white robes to flutter. He stood silently at the center of the platform, alone, facing over twenty Primordial Ancestor Kings, his expression remaining unchanged.

"You are indeed a formidable talent," Ancestor King Haoyang spoke, his entire body enveloped in divine light like a sun god, "but it is unrealistic to resist myriad races with your strength alone."

"So many ancient kings, truly awe-inspiring," the white-robed Divine King sighed softly. "If I don't act, you will, so there is no choice."

"Knowing it's futile, do you still seek death?" asked the only queen among the four great ancient kings. Her name was Blood Lightning; her physique was shapely, and she held a dragon spear, her killing intent the heaviest, almost palpable.

The white-robed Divine King remained silent.

"To negotiate, one must have the qualification," an ancestor king from the rear spoke chillingly. "How can you, alone, contend with us?"

"This world is cruel. To have a say, one must demonstrate equivalent strength," Ancestor King Taiming said coldly. With a flap of the bat-wings on his back, monstrous demonic energy surged forth, terrifyingly formidable.

"No other choice then! Let's fight," the white-robed Divine King said softly, yet his words were earth-shattering, making everyone's ears buzz.

How could he, alone, fight so many ancestor kings?!

Everyone was stunned. This was a certain death situation, with no hope of survival, yet he chose this path, practically choosing death.

In the rear, a few of the ancient kings spoke chillingly, their words biting like ice. "Overestimating yourself! Do you think you're a Quasi-Emperor to utter such words? Everyone, let's act swiftly and eliminate him!" "The blood of human Saints, a nostalgic taste. How many years has it been since the Primordial Era passed, that we haven't tasted it?" "You wish to defeat myriad races with your own power? You are seeking your own demise. Then let us grant you this ridiculous human's wish!" "After this battle, all races will rule the world, sweeping away all ants, just as in the Primordial Era, where only true royal clans could govern this land."

But at the front, the four great ancient kings renowned throughout the Primordial Era said not a word. They all sensed an unusual atmosphere.

The white-robed Divine King sat cross-legged in the void. An ancient zither appeared before him, and he gently plucked its strings, producing a wondrous melody that resonated through the cosmos.

"Prelude of the Gods!" In the rear, Ye Fan's eyes reddened, and his entire body trembled. Back then, when the Divine King had bridged his broken path for him, he had produced this very Dao sound, exhausting himself in the process.

This time, no matter what, he would not allow such a thing to happen again.

The Prelude of the Gods was merely the initial stage; if it evolved into the true Divine Melody, one could gain power almost equal to a deity!

"Ding-dong." Suddenly, the notes flowed continuously. The Heavenly Dao resonated in harmony, moving serenely, its sound echoing across tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

"The Divine Melody, this is the true Divine Melody!" Ye Fan's voice trembled.

Flower petals danced across the sky, each crystal clear, falling gracefully as their fresh fragrance filled the air. They made the white-robed Divine King appear even more transcendent, untouched by worldly dust.

"Kill him!" From the rear, an ancient king roared, charging forward.

"Puff!" A figure exploded, transforming into a sky full of blood rain, staining the crystal-clear petals and creating a strikingly tragic beauty.

"What's happening? This power—" another ancient king roared, charging forward. But he found himself unable to struggle free, and with a "puff," he too turned into a rain of blood.

Flower petals continued to dance in the sky. The Divine Melody shook the Nine Heavens, each petal stained with blood, an astonishing sight in the mortal world.