Chapter 822: Fallen Heavenly King

**Chapter 824: The Fallen King**

In this world, all scenery seemed to vanish, leaving only the White-Clothed Divine King himself, an eternal, pure radiance untouched by dust.

He sat there motionless, like a true deity, accompanied by the harmony of the Heavenly Dao. Auspicious multicolored light cascaded from the sky, all moving for him, and endless Dao marks flickered, all resonating for him.

No one could approach him; only falling petals danced around him. Even though he was severely wounded and coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, all the ancient kings felt trepidation.

It took a long time for people to regain their senses. The various ancient tribes looked fearful, wondering what immense price they would have to pay to slay the White-Clothed Divine King. Human cultivators, however, felt a premonition of disaster, their mood entirely different from that of the ancient tribes. The Divine King's life force was severely depleted, and they feared he wouldn't last much longer.

"So powerful. He must be eliminated. Otherwise, he will surely be the greatest obstacle on my path to apotheosis, because he started earlier than me. If he's not dealt with now, it will be too late," said the Heavenly Emperor's Son grimly."Will anyone else make a move soon?" Yuan Gu asked, his left eye a black sun and his right a blood-red moon, making him exceptionally daunting and eerie."Don't worry, a supreme being is about to arrive. In fact, many people don't believe Wu Shi is still alive," the Heavenly Emperor's Son stated calmly.

Not far away, Ye Fan was almost ready to reveal his trump cards, but hearing this with his clairaudient ability, he forcefully restrained himself. His heart sank. More people were coming. Just how many terrifying kings did the ancient tribes possess? This seemed to be only a fraction. He felt his trump cards should be used precisely when needed, at a critical moment.

"Back then, after the Dou Zhan Saint Emperor passed away, the world immediately fell into chaos. Even an invincible figure like the Divine Silkworm Princess was impaled by a spear, and even that Fighting Ape was forced to journey west. Among the myriad races... there are no shortage of peerless masters, especially on this ancient star!" the Heavenly Emperor's Son murmured to himself.

"He's truly difficult to kill," said the Blood Lightning Queen from the center of the battlefield, her dragon spear emitting a cold, eerie blood-red glow. Even someone as powerful as her dared not act rashly. They had surrounded their formidable enemy once more, but no ancient king dared to make a move easily. They all feared being struck down by the Divine King's dying attack, and so they were all extremely cautious.

The Divine King played the zither with both hands, its clear notes echoing. He did not actively attack either. Both sides were at a standstill, maintaining a delicate balance. One man facing a group of ancient kings—such might was astonishing. No one dared to cross the line, as both sides were wary of each other.

"Are you afraid? You are all ancestors of your tribes; what kind of storms haven't you seen? Do you really not dare to kill a dying man?" the Blood Lightning Queen said, a crimson mist rising from her body as her dragon spear shot a blood-red beam that pierced the clouds."Kill!"

Finally, the kings attacked again. The White-Clothed Divine King had little life left; they could not give him time to recover. This was the best chance to kill him. The zither strings twanged, and falling petals danced, creating dazzling streaks of light. A ripple shot out, blossoming like fireworks, instantly brilliant to the extreme."Puff." A burst of bloody light appeared, and an Ancestor King's head fell, his primordial spirit severed, dying an unnatural death.

"Dead! Another ancient king is dead!"Outside the battlefield, there was great chaos. So many ancient kings had died at the hands of one person today; the cost was too immense for any tribe to bear. As expected, Divine King Jiang's face grew even paler, and he coughed up more divine blood. His body swayed, looking as if he could collapse at any moment.

"He's almost finished!" another ancient king said coldly. They had fought to this point; if they stopped attacking and gave the White-Clothed Divine King time to recover, all their efforts would be in vain."Kill! This time, he's powerless to resist!" Others roared, their divine laws unleashed, and another fierce assault began.

This time, no zither notes emanated, no ripples spread. There was only a sigh, from the White-Clothed Divine King, but it was even more soul-stirring."Ah..." A horrified scream rang out, and an ancient king's body turned into light, rapidly annihilating and finally vanishing.

A deity's sigh!The world suddenly fell silent. The ancient kings all stopped, their backs chilled. They were accustomed to life and death, but never had they felt such fear as they did today. Their opponent was faltering but simply would not die, killing enemies again and again. If this continued, it wouldn't be the White-Clothed Divine King who was exhausted to death, but themselves.

By now, the Divine King was stained with blood, his white robes almost completely red. A mere breeze seemed enough to knock him down; his face was utterly bloodless, and his life could end at any moment. Yet, he was like a bottomless pit. No one knew how many more Ancestor Kings' lives it would take to fill him, and no one dared to try again.

"So many of us... if this continues, he'll kill us all!" An ancient king felt a chill throughout his body. One man stood alone against all the kings, killing so many. Blood stained the dao platform; a single drop of such blood could kill a mighty expert! This place had turned into a hellish battlefield, where "gods" whom people looked up to were being slain, a truly shocking sight, unlike anything ever seen before.

At this point, even the Blood Lightning Queen ceased her attack, as she had no confidence. Although she felt the Divine King would fall the next moment, her repeated failures and the continuous slaying of ancient kings had robbed them of their courage. It was an unforgettable scene: a blood-soaked man in white, seated before an ancient zither, ethereal and transcendent, enveloped by a rain of flowers, restraining a group of ancient kings, none of whom dared to make a rash move.

Heaven and earth were utterly silent; not a single person spoke. Only falling petals drifted, rustling softly, shimmering with clear luster. Such a result was unforeseen by anyone: the human race possessed only one Saint, yet he could stand against so many Ancestor Kings!

"Why is this happening?" some of the ancient tribesmen asked, unwilling to accept but daring not to step forward. Many human cultivators were both excited and terrified, fearing this was merely an ephemeral dream. All this stemmed from one person, and they were afraid the White-Clothed Divine King would finally fall.

"One person single-handedly suppressing all these kings—if this gets out, it will be a disgrace to all our tribes! What are you afraid of?" A clear, cold voice echoed from the sky. Five dazzling lights descended from the sky. The leader was surprisingly a Saint King, with long purple hair and a tall, slender figure, almost identical to a human. The four figures behind him were all ancient kings. Though they could not compare to him, their arrival, especially at this moment, was astonishing enough.

"It's Ancestor King Zilin! They're from the Hundred Dragons' Nest!" The various ancient tribes were startled. This was an incredibly powerful force. Legend had it that there might be an ancient Great Saint in the Myriad Dragons' Nest, capable of looking down upon the entire ancient star! They walked step by step. The leading Saint King was named Zilin, whose fame was widespread throughout the primeval era, and many recognized him. With a cold expression, he was about to make a move against the White-Clothed Divine King.

"Boom!" At this very moment, the Western Emperor Pagoda in the sky roared like thunder, sending down strands of energy pillars as thick as mountains, seemingly intent on destroying all the ancient kings. However, Zilin looked up at the sky without fear and said, "Jade Lake Holy Land, do you truly dare to make a move? Outside, two ancient emperor weapons are already aimed here!"

The scene fell silent. It had come to this point; the situation was extremely grave. The weapons of ancient great emperors were prepared, and even a slight misstep could trigger a terrifying grand confrontation. Such a clash, if not world-destroying, would be close to it. No one could imagine the dreadful consequences. In ancient times, whenever an ancient emperor weapon was deployed, several prominent great tribes would perish. Their deterrent power was beyond words.

"It's not just your human race that possesses Emperor Weapons. Our ancient emperor weapons are even more ancient and have long become divine. If a battle truly begins, the outcome is already set," four more figures descended from the sky, each enveloped in divine flames. People felt a chill in their hearts. With so many ancient Saints, their activation of ancient emperor weapons would certainly be many times more powerful than human mighty experts activating Emperor Weapons.

"He truly is a hero of his generation, unexpectedly holding off so many Ancestor Kings by himself." As the words fell, three more ancient kings descended, their forms shrouded in grey mist, their aura terrifying. The human cultivators on this side were utterly disheartened. How could they fight against so many? The White-Clothed Divine King was already critically wounded, yet now twelve more ancient kings had appeared, including one Saint King.

"Is Heaven trying to destroy the Saints of our race?" a human sect master lamented. It was a speechless situation, truly too disparate, leaving people feeling powerless and inexplicably sorrowful.

"How dull. Does the human race only have one Saint? And yet, so many of you couldn't defeat him—what a disgrace." Two men appeared in the void, every pore on their bodies glowing, making them difficult to look at directly. "It's them, the Gemini Ancestor Kings!" The various ancient tribes were terrified. These two looked exactly alike; their reputation was widespread throughout the primeval era. They were twin brothers, and terrifyingly, both were Saint Kings.

A total of fourteen ancient kings had arrived, three of whom were Saint Kings. Such a scene already foreshadowed the outcome, rendering the human race silent. The Gemini Kings who arrived later were particularly feared. Their earlier remarks had caused some ancient kings to blanch, but upon seeing who they were, no conflict arose.

"The person you mentioned, he's their father, isn't he?" Yuan Gu asked in a low voice. The Heavenly Emperor's Son nodded, saying, "Indeed, it's that being who is hoped to become a Great Saint—the Fallen Heaven Ancestor King!"

"In the primeval era, how many Great Saints could there be? It's truly too difficult to achieve that Dao. I knew it was the Fallen King; there were rumors long ago that he had a chance to succeed," Yuan Gu sighed.

"Rumble... rumble..." At the edge of the sky, nine terrifying ancient beasts came galloping. Each was a perfected king, boundless in terror, all primeval fierce beasts. They pulled an ancient war chariot, trampling through the high skies, like the divine drums of the Heavenly Court thundering, echoing through the clouds and intimidating all hearts.

Nine perfected king-level primeval fierce beasts, used merely for pulling a chariot—such an entrance was shocking, making people feel cold all over, their hairs standing on end."Boom!" The nine primeval fierce beasts stopped, and the ancient war chariot halted. A monstrous aura permeated the air, and a terrifying figure stepped out of the chariot.

Mist swirled around him, an indistinct haze that enveloped him. Even with clairvoyant vision, one could not see through it; only a pair of green eyes emitted a daunting light, and faintly, a tall figure could be seen, like a demonic god!"Greetings, Fallen King!" The ancient kings present, even those who were highly conceited and proud, still stepped forward to offer a bow upon seeing this ancient ancestor. One could imagine his high status and terrifying power.

At this point, the human cultivators completely despaired. How could they possibly contend? With the appearance of this Fallen King, even if the White-Clothed Divine King were incredibly formidable, it would be useless. How could they fight against more than twenty ancient kings, plus this Fallen King who had the potential to become a Great Saint?

"One man fighting alone against a group of ancient kings, and even killing three Saint Kings—such a battle record is truly astonishing; he is a hero." The Fallen Heaven Ancestor King stood before the ancient war chariot, looking down. His eyes, within the black mist, were even more terrifying, like two divine lamps, and only the outline of his tall body could be seen.

The White-Clothed Divine King stood up, facing the many ancient kings alone, then looked towards the Fallen King, his expression calm and unwavering.

"I am willing to take you as my adopted son. Are you willing to join my tribe? In the future, you will become a Great Saint revered by all races," the Fallen King uttered these shocking words.

Everyone was stunned, and many ancient kings were surprised. Even his own sons, the Gemini Kings, were startled, looking towards the terrifying being on the ancient war chariot.

"Hmph." The White-Clothed Divine King let out a cold snort for the first time and said, "I only want to know, how many more ancient kings will come?"

"Since I have arrived, no one else will make a move," the Fallen King said calmly, yet his words inspired awe, emanating an aura of peerless dominance!

At the same time, in an uninhabited region, towering peaks stood tall. A brilliant divine list soared into the sky at that moment, flying towards the Jade Lake.