Chapter 819: God's Melody

The Jade Pond features crystal-clear lakes, towering mountains reaching into the clouds, magnificent waterfalls, and serene bamboo forest paths, presenting a diverse and abundant landscape.

At this moment, a shower of petals danced across the sky, and the clear chime of a qin resonated throughout this pure land, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Yet, all the cultivators were breaking out in cold sweats, drenching their clothes. Everyone felt a chill from head to toe, for the Platform of Heaven emanated an unparalleled murderous intent!

Falling blossoms, with their delicate fragrance, filled the air. Each petal floated gracefully, crystal clear, swirling around the White-Robed Divine King. He gently strummed the qin strings, playing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, his music containing the very essence of the cosmos at its inception.

Another Ancestor King who charged forward was shattered. Vibrant blood splattered, staining the brilliant flower rain, releasing a faint scent of life that dispersed with the gentle breeze.

Piece by piece, the sky was filled with sparkling fragments. A faint fragrance lingered, and a glimmer of life shimmered as white petals, now stained with streaks of blood, continuously drifted down.

Pop.

With another soft pop, hundreds of blood blossoms burst open as the fourth Ancestor King who had charged forward exploded. Crimson blood dyed the sky, and his body was torn into pieces, falling onto the Platform of Heaven.

It was a magnificent scene, yet tinged with the color of blood. Amidst peace and tranquility, a terrifying sharpness bloomed as the White-Robed Divine King played a divine melody, leaving everyone both shocked and terrified.

In a mere blink of an eye, four Ancient Kings were utterly annihilated, becoming like smoke in the wind. How could such destructive power and such a result not astonish people?

He sat alone in front, seemingly capable of blocking an army of thousands. His solitary presence blocked the advance of all kings, intimidating over twenty Archaic Ancestor Kings.

The White-Robed Divine King remained still, letting the flower rain fall. His gaze was profound as he stared at all the Ancestor Kings before him. The world was silent, save for the sound of falling blossoms.

A divine melody had emerged!

Not only were the human race astonished, but even the various Archaic tribes were stunned, and then became immensely fearful.

This melody was not solely about cultivation; it was an embodiment of one's state of mind, a comprehension of the Dao, and a profound understanding of the myriad aspects of the mortal world.

The sublimation of one's spiritual realm, though not representative of all combat power, was an embodiment of a cultivator's strongest potential. If fully sublimated, it might one day illuminate and transcend the mortal world.

The White-Robed Divine King, it could be said, had a difficult fate. Half his life was filled with loneliness and suffering, and his entire existence was bleak. With the loss of his beloved, he harbored too many regrets. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he comprehended this divine melody, which almost no one throughout history had been able to touch.

After a long silence, Teng Qing, one of the Four Great Ancestor Kings, spoke with a sigh: "Very good. This divine melody appeared once in the Archaic Era, astonishing ancient and modern times. I never heard it then, but now I'm fortunate enough to witness it, even if it's only just beginning. Still, it's enough to shock heaven and earth and make ghosts weep."

Three notes of music, and four Ancestor Kings were instantly slain. Who wouldn't be shocked? This should be a world-shattering killing melody, yet it was so peaceful, leaving people unsure whether to enjoy it or tremble in fear.

"He is very powerful, but after all, he is only one person," an Ancient King spoke from behind. "Please, Ancient King Teng Qing, make a move and slay this formidable human!"

The others also felt a sense of pressure and requested the Four Great Ancient Kings to act together and kill the human saint.

"I am very much looking forward to this. All of you, step back," Ancient King Teng Qing said as he stepped forward, his bronze battle armor gleaming with a cold luster. This was a true inherited holy artifact, inspiring awe.

He advanced step by step, slowly, his face impassive and showing no emotional fluctuations. Only an occasional flicker of eagerness in his eyes, as if he had spotted his prey.

"Teng Qing is delighted by this challenge and wants to break through to a higher realm," Ancient King Taiming said in a deep voice. "Does he intend to undergo tribulation using an incomplete divine melody to achieve his own breakthrough?"

"He's playing with fire!" Ancient King Bloodlight, the only female among them, said chillingly, her hand gripping a crimson, crystalline dragon spear. Her murderous aura was the most intense.

Clang.

A beam of light, ten feet long, appeared in Ancient King Teng Qing's hand, quickly transforming into a dragon spear. Its shape resembled that of Queen Bloodlight's, equally captivating and terrifying.

Hmph.

Ancestor King Bloodlight snorted coldly when she saw him imitating her weapon. She said no more, watching silently from behind.

"A peerless talent rarely seen in thousands of generations. I hope you don't disappoint me. I haven't had such joy in many years; even a little pressure would be enough." The Bronze Ancient King stepped forward, an eerie glow on his face, eager and longing, almost morbidly delighted by the challenge.

Buzz.

The dragon spear pierced through the void like a blood-red lightning bolt, thrusting forward. His movements were incredibly swift, like a radiating orb of light, advancing with the dragon spear.

Clanging sounds resonated endlessly. Sparks flew, and Dao patterns emerged in profusion. All sorts of light flickered on the Platform of Heaven as innumerable divine principles burst forth, indicating the fierce clash between the two.

The Divine King moved his hands; the ancient qin emitted countless strands of light, transforming into streams of Dao light. These collided with the dragon spear, producing earth-shattering sounds that echoed for tens of thousands of miles.

"What a powerful divine melody!"

Ancient King Teng Qing exclaimed in admiration. Gripping the dragon spear with both hands, his body transformed into a streak of green light. He thrust forward with all his might, aiming directly at the Divine King's forehead, intending to pin him down.

Everyone gasped. This spear strike was too overbearing, illuminating the entire sky. No one could keep their eyes open; it seemed capable of piercing the sun from the sky, its divine power unparalleled.

It transcended the confines of space, unlocking the shackles of time. A fleeting moment of brilliance, an instantaneous marvel that shone through the ages, it even pierced through the White-Robed Divine King's qin sound barrier.

The dragon spear was unparalleled, piercing through all obstacles. A streak of fresh blood appeared on the White-Robed Divine King's glabella, a shocking sight, and trickled down.

Ah...

The moment the dragon spear's light receded, everyone cried out in alarm. Upon seeing this, every human cultivator felt a chill run through their bodies. Had the Divine King been killed?

The ancient races, however, were shaken. Ancient King Teng Qing, renowned throughout the Archaic Era, was indeed terrifying. The power of a single spear strike was unmatched under heaven; he was truly worthy of being called a king among saints, dominating the Archaic period.

Click.

With a soft click, the Divine King extended two fingers and snapped the dragon spear. The spearhead was less than an inch from his glabella. Divine principles surged forward but could not advance any further.

Boom.

The White-Robed Divine King pressed his left hand on the ancient qin. Thousands of rays of light shot out, striking towards Ancient King Teng Qing, forcing him to retreat as swiftly as lightning, thus evading the attack.

"So powerful. You haven't disappointed me. Worth fighting," Ancestor King Teng Qing said.

The various Archaic tribes were alarmed. Meanwhile, the human cultivators were almost exhausted, letting out a long breath, for the White-Robed Divine King's life-or-death situation had truly kept everyone on edge.

Now, with only one human saint present, Divine King Jiang became their spiritual pillar, the only saint they could rely on.

The battle of ancient saints had begun. They fought in the void, a demonstration of their application of the Dao and their comprehension of the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. A single strike could destroy tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

If the Platform of Heaven had not been carved by the Western Empress and inscribed with the formation patterns of an ancient Great Emperor, it would have long ago collapsed into dust. Only such a battleground could withstand their duel.

"Earthly King Teng!" In a flash, five hundred rounds had already passed. Ancient King Teng Qing let out a roar, and forty-nine dragon spears appeared all around him, immeasurably more terrifying than before.

The sky was filled with spear shadows and divine radiance, flickering like countless stars. This strange world was collapsing; chaotic qi permeated the air, and nothing seemed to exist anymore. The area ahead reverted to the primordial state of heaven and earth.

"Ancient King Teng Qing is indeed terrifying, worthy of being a king among saints, with few rivals under heaven," some Ancient Kings exclaimed from behind.

Besides Ancestor King Haoyang, Ancestor King Bloodlight, and Ancestor King Taiming, everyone else admitted they couldn't withstand such a world-shattering strike, and facing it would mean certain death.

Ding.

A qin note pierced through the chaos. The Platform of Heaven reappeared, and the White-Robed Divine King was still seated there, playing the qin. Divine principles burst forth one by one. Apart from a streak of blood on his glabella, he remained unharmed.

"What? He's unharmed!" Everyone was astonished.

"Your power surpasses my expectations," Ancient King Teng Qing said calmly, yet this made him even more terrifying. In his hand appeared a Phoenix Wing Golden Trident. Although not an inherited holy artifact, it was still formidable enough, like a divine phoenix held captive in his grasp.

"Kill!"

At this moment, an even more intense battle began. In a blink of an eye, eight hundred rounds passed. The two were evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner.

"This battle should end!" Ancient King Teng Qing roared. The Phoenix Wing Golden Trident hummed and whistled, carving out small worlds one after another, which then collapsed downwards.

This was the power of worlds!

Since ancient times, there had been countless Ancestor Kings, but those who could reach this realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. At this moment, chaos surged, roaring forward.

Zheng, Zheng, Zheng...

The White-Robed Divine King played the qin, no longer peacefully, but with sharp, resonant notes. Each pluck of the string was like the ringing of a sword, resonating throughout the sky, emitting terrifying rays of light, and unleashing immeasurable Dao principles.

It could be seen that the divine music transformed into primordial light, crisscrossing with offensive power that defied heaven!

Ah...

Ancient King Teng Qing screamed and flew backward. The Phoenix Wing Golden Trident in his hand was cut into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground like scrap metal.

"What? Has Ancient King Teng Qing been defeated? How can this formidable human be so powerful?!"

Not to mention the various Archaic tribes, even the other Ancient Kings were horrified. Teng Qing had dominated the Archaic period, where a mere stomp of his foot could stir the winds of all directions. Yet, at this moment, even his weapon was destroyed.

Clang.

Teng Qing leaped up, his face impassive. However, he had not a single wound. His bronze battle armor gleamed with a cold, awe-inspiring luster.

"I possess an inherited holy armor, indestructible through a thousand tribulations. You can never break through it. Let's see how you can continue to fight!" Teng Qing shouted, his entire body glowing, its radiance piercing through heaven and earth. Then, he swung his fists, unleashing immeasurable divine principles, and charged to kill.

Inherited holy artifacts were rare in the world. Even in the hands of mortals, they could unleash world-destroying power. How much more so when worn by a true Saint King!

With this bronze battle armor, his defensive power was virtually invincible. Outsiders found it difficult to breach, allowing him to disregard many attacks.

In the back, Ye Fan's heart sank. He was about to summon Li Tian and offer the Divine Maiden Furnace to the Divine King, but he was stopped by the old blind man, who had appeared beside him unnoticed.

"If you offer it like this, it might not reach the Divine King's hands."

"Your power has exceeded my expectations again and again, but everything must end now!" Teng Qing's voice was like thunder. He unleashed his strongest divine art, transforming into a beam of light that rushed forward, punching open the light screen in front of him and striking directly at the Divine King's forehead.

Everyone gasped, realizing a great battle was about to draw its curtain!

Many human cultivators could not bear to watch. They were filled with unwillingness, a sense of powerlessness, anger, and helplessness.

Zheng!

The final note of the qin sounded. Like a heavenly sword, it ascended to the nine heavens, then gently sliced through, resonating in everyone's hearts. After that, everything became peaceful.

People saw that the White-Robed Divine King, apart from a streak of blood on his glabella, remained ethereal and transcendent, enveloped by the flower rain, sitting cross-legged. Meanwhile, Teng Qing fell backward, sprawling.

"How did you... break through...?" he asked with unwillingness and a face full of shock. With a "puff," he shattered and then turned into flying ash, leaving behind only his perfectly intact inherited battle armor.