Chapter 820: Living to a Second Life

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The three Ancestral Kings—Blood Lightning, Grand Nether, and Radiant Sun—moved in unison, instantly restraining the White-Clothed Divine King. The other dozen or so Ancient Kings also advanced immediately, surrounding the Divine King.

There was no blood, no bone fragments; only a cold Inherited Saint Robe remained, shimmering brightly. Teng Qing had fallen in battle, his form turned to dust, leaving nothing but his battle attire.

"How could this happen? What kind of attack was that?!"

This was the question on many people's minds. All the Ancient Kings felt a surge of alarm, staring at the White-Clothed Divine King in the center of the arena. Crystalline petals flew and danced, continuously falling around him. He appeared like a god, transcending the mortal world.

"The Sigh of the Divine Spirit!" said the Grand Nether Ancient King, his bat wings flapping behind him, demonic energy surging boundlessly. He was tall and majestic, like a god of the underworld.

In the Primordial Era, someone once performed the Divine Melody and also unleashed the Sigh of the Divine Spirit. It was even more terrifying than the Heavenly Sword, capable of killing in an instant, but it also demanded a considerable price.

In front, a faint, small trickle of blood seeped from the corner of the White-Clothed Divine King's mouth. Though he still smiled serenely, it caused all the human cultivators to feel a pang of worry.

However, the Primordial Kings became even more cautious, all wearing solemn expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Wrong, we were all wrong. This person isn't merely on the verge of entering the Saint's path, not just catching up to us, but is a true Saint King—with few rivals in the world, capable of fighting to the death with someone like us!" the Blood Lightning Queen spoke from behind, her voice sinister, murderous intent soaring to the heavens.

Everyone was startled, then felt a chill run down their spines. The expressions of the various Ancient Kings changed dramatically.

The White-Clothed Divine King wiped away the trace of blood from his mouth and stood up, stepping forward amidst the crystalline rain of petals. This caused the Ancient Kings to involuntarily retreat. His supreme demeanor, facing all the Kings alone, left everyone both astonished and worried, a sight they would never forget.

"Indeed, he has already traveled far down this path, not much weaker than the three of us," the Radiant Sun Ancestral King nodded, his body radiating boundless divine light like the reincarnation of the Sun God, enveloped in a halo, making him impossible to look at directly.

Many human cultivators were stunned and confused, with only Ye Fan and a few others understanding, as they had vaguely guessed it. He clearly remembered a scene from the past.

In the Divine City of the Northern Region, the Night Monarch, clad in an Inherited Saint Robe and wielding an unparalleled golden war spear, had exhausted his life's learning, only to be slain by the Divine King in his twilight years.

One must know that the Night Monarch was a perfected King four thousand years ago. After all these years, who could know what realm he had reached? No one could say for sure.

Moreover, that night, the Divine King was truly on the verge of death, having escaped Purple Mountain with his life force almost extinguished and his divine power long since dried up. Even to live for a few more moments was a luxury... What kind of power could have pierced through the Night Monarch, who was armed with an Inherited Saint Weapon?

Most crucially, just before his death, the Night Monarch had gasped, "Jiang Taixu, you... sealed in Purple Mountain, with your lifespan almost depleted, how could you break through to this realm?"

Looking back, everything became clear. Before leaving Purple Mountain, the Divine King had most likely already been a Saint, but people had overlooked it, never giving it much thought.

Thereafter, the Divine King, in his twilight years, carried the body of Immortal Lady Caiyun into the Great Wilderness. He was gone for over a decade. According to the Black Emperor's deduction, he could only find new life by facing death, just like withered grass burnt by wildfire, waiting for spring to be reborn!

By then, the Divine King would embark on his second life, sublimating further at the pinnacle of the Dao, becoming even more powerful!

"It's him... It's actually him!" In the crowd, the two Ancient Kings beside the Son of the Heavenly Emperor showed expressions of shock, their faces turning unsightly.

The Divine King had been trapped in Purple Mountain for four thousand years, battling various ancient creatures, forced into a strange stone wall, enduring immense torment and all hardships.

"Back then, when we occasionally awoke, we attacked him. We were blocked by the strange stone wall, and our divine consciousness couldn't fully enter, but we still nearly annihilated him," one Ancient King explained. They were descendants of the Undying Heavenly Emperor's subordinates, sealed in divine sources, tasked by their ancestors to guard Purple Mountain.

However, when they awoke again, that dying human had become a Saint. The awakened Ancient Kings had collectively attacked, pushing him further to the brink of death, yet ultimately failed to kill him.

"At that time, it must have been the person beneath the Wushi Dao Platform who acted. I believe he was deliberately tempering this person's heart and forging his iron-like will. Otherwise, we would have had a chance to kill him," an Ancient King said, speaking of that person with immense trepidation.

"Is it that person named Gu, who guards the tomb for old Wushi? Calculating the time, he should have died some years ago!" the Son of the Heavenly Emperor sneered repeatedly.

"We truly didn't expect it was him, still alive to this day. After escaping Ancient Imperial Mountain, he has become so powerful, his primordial aura is completely different, as if he's a changed person," both Ancient Kings revealed expressions of surprise.

Ye Fan's ears twitched slightly. After his primordial spirit achieved perfection in the second layer of the Immortal Platform, although he had not yet undergone the Heavenly Tribulation, some divine abilities had manifested. He had gained the 'Wind-Following Ear' ability, rare throughout history, even rarer than the 'Heavenly Eye.'

This ability not only allowed him to hear voices from afar but also occasionally to capture divine consciousness transmissions. At such close range, he had captured all three individuals' thought waves.

"How would you understand? The Divine King severed his primordial essence, like undying grass roots under frozen winter soil, reviving when winter ends and spring arrives. He has embarked on a second life, a feat rarely achieved throughout history!" Ye Fan murmured to himself.

"We should also go forward to assist them," the two Ancient Kings finally could no longer hold back, striding into the arena, joining the standoff.

Boom!

At that very moment, the Divine King actually initiated an attack. He moved like an illusory shadow, transforming into a streak of white light that swept across, irresistible to all!

"These are the Divine King's Sky-Vaulting Steps, everyone be careful!" An Ancient King, astonishingly familiar with human techniques, cried out this warning.

But the White-Clothed Divine King was too fast. He broke through the restraints of the three Saint Kings—Blood Lightning, Grand Nether, and Radiant Sun—and charged out, sweeping all before him.

The Battle Saint Art, unparalleled in the world, made him supremely dominant at that moment. No longer graceful and ethereal, the White-Clothed Divine King let out a loud roar for the first time, his voice echoing through the nine heavens.

His right hand transformed, becoming a Sky-Shattering Sword, unrivaled in sharpness, seemingly capable of slicing through all the heavens of eternity. It was none other than the Emperor Sword of Supreme Prowess from the Central Domain—the Grand Emperor Sword!

Pfft!

The peerless Heavenly Sword cleaved down, slicing one of the Ancient Kings from his crown all the way down between his legs. His primordial spirit was annihilated, his body split in two, and large quantities of blood splattered.

The White-Clothed Divine King let out a long cry. His left hand transformed into an Ancient Pagoda of Immortal Tear Green Gold, its defensive power astounding, awe-inspiring across the nine heavens and ten earths, seemingly capable of suppressing past, present, and future. It was the Western Emperor Pagoda!

Pfft!

Another burst of blood light erupted. The pagoda formed by his left hand suppressed and killed another Ancient King, leaving behind a mess of blood, shattered bones, and ashes of his spirit.

It was too fast; all of this happened in a flash of lightning and sparks. No one could stop him. The three Saint Kings—Blood Lightning, Grand Nether, and Radiant Sun—roared, manifesting various Grand Dao principles, re-trapping him on the Heaven-Reaching Platform.

The two Ancient Kings who had come with the Son of the Heavenly Emperor turned pale with shock. The White-Clothed Divine King's true targets were actually them; they were targeted the moment they entered the fray!

"Watch... out!"

A bell chimed, the Heavenly Dao resonated, and all things stirred. Heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down as the lingering chime of the bell echoed for tens of thousands of miles across mountains and rivers.

The White-Clothed Divine King clasped his hands together, transforming them into a great bell. Upon it were etched sun, moon, mountains, and rivers; countless miles of land, even flowers, birds, fish, and beasts; the stars of the heavens, and even kneeling deities—ancient, majestic, revealing the secrets of creation.

Was this the Beginningless Bell? Everyone was shocked. This bell was incomplete; clearly, the Divine King had not seen it clearly himself.

But its power was sufficient. With a single, grand, and majestic chime, the great bell formed by the White-Clothed Divine King's hands pressed down, suppressing all resistance.

"Aargh!"

The two Ancient Kings screamed, resisting with all their might, but it was useless. Their bodies instantly shattered into fragments, turning into a bloody mist within the bell's resonance, their forms and spirits utterly annihilated!

This was the strength of the peerless Divine King. Years ago, he had exhausted his divine blood to save Ye Fan, then severed his own primordial essence to save little Tingting. In his dying years, he sorrowfully carried Immortal Lady Caiyun's body into the Great Wilderness, gone for over a decade, undergoing ultimate sublimation.

The Divine King slaughtered in all directions, invincible, terrifying all factions of the ancient race and chilling even the Ancient Kings in the arena to the bone. This invincible might shook everyone to their core.

"Enough!" Three streams of blood light shot up from the crowns of the three Saint Kings—Blood Lightning, Grand Nether, and Radiant Sun—piercing the sky. Each of them unleashed boundless light to seal the Heaven-Reaching Platform.

"Kill!" The other Ancient Kings also attacked, manifesting various divine principles, completely trapping the area ahead, preventing the Divine King from escaping.

The White-Clothed Divine King stood alone in the center of the arena, his robes fluttering wildly. A new trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth—the cost of instantly killing four Ancient Kings just moments ago.

In battles between Saints, when one's vital energy is concentrated and unleashed, life or death can be decided in a single move. He had just done so, yet it had also injured himself.

From afar, all the human cultivators were extremely excited. The Divine King's unmatched courage was the best news for them.

Ye Fan remained silent, deep in thought, with a hint of worry, but even more insights. The Battle Saint Art manifesting various Emperor Weapons, that profound realm deeply moved him.

"You have no chance now!" the Grand Nether Ancestral King said coldly.

Slaughtering in all directions and instantly killing four Ancient Kings right under the noses of the three great Saint Kings was a humiliation for them, a great loss of face.

"In this battle, I'd like to see how you defy the heavens!" Although the Blood Lightning King was female, murderous intent filled the surroundings.

Radiant Sun also stepped forward. The three masters laid down an ultimate formation to seal off the front, while the other Ancient Kings also manifested great divine abilities, imprinting them in the void, intending to refine the White-Clothed Divine King alive.

The White-Clothed Divine King withdrew all battle intent and became calm. He sat cross-legged before the ancient zither, without a trace of murderous intent. When in motion, he was like a god of slaughter; when still, like a secluded orchid, once again enveloped by the rain of petals.

"To kill me, at least two of you Saint Kings must die, or all of those behind you three must perish."

His calm words were earth-shattering! They stunned everyone present, bringing an abrupt silence to the world, absolute stillness. People could barely breathe.

"You won't kill a single one!" the Radiant Sun Ancestral King said coldly.

At this moment, all the Ancient Kings moved together, transforming into boundless divine principles and striking forward, intending to refine the peerless Divine King, trapping him within a small world.

In this serene pure land, petals drifted down, each stained with blood, bright as crystal, like falling tears—a scene of poignant beauty.

The Divine King plucked the zither strings, playing the true Divine Melody with his heart. This was his understanding of the Dao, his sublimation after cultivating to the extreme.

It was a beautiful scene: the Divine King sat cross-legged in the void, his snow-white robes fluttering in the wind, enveloped by the crystalline rain of petals, transcendent and untouched by worldly affairs.

Pfft!

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his pure white robes red—a shocking sight. But at this moment, it harmonized into a heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping killing sound! It tore through the sky, breaking out of the small world prison.

Zheng!

A soft chime, like a divine sword being drawn, cutting through the heavens; the world fell silent.

"You—"

In front, the Radiant Sun Ancestral King's brow cracked, and blood flowed down. His face was etched with disbelief as blood stained the Dao Platform red, and he fell backward.

"If you wish to kill me, then use your lives, accumulated, to exchange for it."

Blood seeped from the corner of the White-Clothed Divine King's mouth as he once again began to play the zither. He was ethereal as a deity, serene and indifferent.

The world was tranquil, with only falling petals drifting down, glistening, each piece sparkling brightly, a faint fragrance permeating the air. At this moment, the peerless Divine King seemed to transcend the mortal world.

Prince Pao, with vast divine abilities and boundless magic power. This is the mighty Bubble.