Chapter 823: The Divine Ranking Shows Its Power

Chapter 825: The Might of the Investiture of the Gods List

The Heaven-Reaching Platform was majestic and grand, exuding an imposing aura.

In the void, nine Primordial Fierce Beasts, each more savage than the last, exuded monstrous demonic energy. All were peak-level kings, yet they served only to pull a carriage.

Behind the nine ancient beasts, massive divine iron chains gleamed coldly, pulling an ancient war chariot covered in sword marks and arrow holes. Above it, the Fallen Heaven King stood like a god or demon, his presence so immense that it seemed the entire Jade Lake was on the verge of collapse.

A rumbling voice descended from above: "You are a hero, rarely seen in thousands of generations. I truly do not wish to kill a genius; do not force my hand!"

The White-Clothed Divine King calmly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "You are the ones being aggressive. Humanity has always wanted to sit down and talk with you."

All around, there was profound silence; not a sound could be heard. Everyone could hear their own heartbeats, all tense to the extreme.

The Fallen Heaven King, such an invincible existence, had actually arrived. In the Primordial Era, he was invincible, sweeping across the barren lands, with all kings submitting to him!

His single strike was enough to annihilate several great clans. Such an ancient being, having cultivated for countless years, possessed extreme seniority and power.

One should know that even his two sons were fearsome Saint Kings, suppressing entire regions, with no clan daring to disobey them, their renown immense.

"To sit down and talk, one needs strength and confidence. But what does your human race possess?"

The Fallen Heaven King did not speak, but one of his direct descendants did. In such circumstances, perhaps only they dared to interject.

"Must it come to a final, bloody conclusion?" The White-Clothed Divine King looked forward.

Both Twin Saint Kings were shrouded in light, their divine aura pervasive. Every pore on their bodies radiated divine brilliance, making them difficult to look at directly and extremely oppressive.

"You are indeed powerful and astonishing, having single-handedly slain so many ancient kings. However, for such a vast human race, there is only one Saint. Relatively speaking, your foundation is too shallow, making it impossible to stand as equals with other races," said the other Twin Saint King.

Silence fell upon the Heaven-Reaching Platform; not a soul spoke. His words were undeniable: humanity had too few Saints to contend with so many ancient kings.

Many felt a chill in their hearts, wondering what hope remained. With so many ancient kings present, any single one could wipe out a region.

"Join my race, inherit my legacy. You will not only achieve immortality but may also one day rule the world. With your talent, perhaps you could even become a Great Saint," the Fallen Heaven King declared, standing on the Primordial war chariot like a supreme demon lord, looking down upon all beings.

"What is your legacy worth? My ancestors were ancient Great Emperors; do I need your guidance?" the White-Clothed Divine King retorted, his voice ringing out like the clang of a sword.

Ordinarily, he was easygoing and calm, but only when such matters were discussed did he become serious, his words even growing sharp.

"Ancient Great Emperors..." The Fallen Heaven King frowned.

The other ancient kings remained indifferent, their gazes converging. The Purple-Clothed Saint King from the Myriad Dragon Nest sneered, "The past, the present, heh heh!"

His laugh was chilling, making people's hair stand on end and their skin prickle with goosebumps.

His meaning was clear. The ancient Great Emperors were gone; no matter how glorious, it was all in the past. Reality was this cruel: out of billions of humans, only one Saint had emerged. On what basis could they contend?!

"For the human race to wish to stand as equals with ancient races is a fool's dream! You are so weak, yet you occupy this entire land. For you not to be annihilated would be a miracle." Another ancient king's words were even sharper and crueler.

This was a severe and realistic problem, the root of the conflict. In the Primordial Era, humanity was weak, confined to a corner. Now, they had suddenly become the masters of this land. After the awakening of the myriad races, it was natural for them to desire slaughter.

The White-Clothed Divine King remained silent, watching them quietly. Yet, he appeared so isolated and outmatched. In this vast world, he was the only human who could act.

"Please, Fallen Heaven King, act now! Erase him, and everything will come to an end. Humanity has no right to discuss anything further!" One ancient king was particularly aggressive, utterly disregarding those present.

At this moment, only falling blossoms could be heard. The world was utterly still, and many powerful beings looked toward the Fallen Heaven King on his ancient war chariot.

The White-Clothed Divine King spoke, "From beginning to end, you speak of 'qualifications.' I've fought and killed against you all until now — is that still not enough?"

When discussing such matters, the White-Clothed Divine King's seriousness was profound. The ancient kings who had survived the recent great battle felt a chill run through their bodies; they were unnerved.

Only those who had experienced the recent battle truly understood how terrifying the Divine King was. What he now stated was the truth: by all rights, he had long proven his qualifications through battle; alone, he could contend equally with the kings who had arrived earlier!

"What qualifications are you talking about? You have none at all!" An ancient king wagged his finger, his expression indifferent and utterly merciless.

This was contempt from the depths of their hearts, a long-standing psychological superiority that had never changed from ancient times to the present.

"In the Primordial Era, your human race barely survived, clinging to existence in the cracks. At its most pathetic, it was on the verge of extinction. You once served as vassals, clinging to the feet of stronger races for protection. What dignity, what qualifications can you speak of?!"

An ancient king mercilessly tore open the prehistoric wounds, pouring salt into the hearts of every human cultivator. His expression was utterly disdainful and cruelly cold.

"At that time, you were nothing more than a negligible swarm of ants and insects. Some of the great races present here were your former masters!"

These words, like a clap of thunder, made many human cultivators tremble all over, filling them with a sense of humiliation.

"You speak of the Primordial Era, when humanity first arrived on this ancient star. Our ancestors indeed suffered greatly and sacrificed much, yet they stubbornly survived," the Divine King said solemnly and gravely, his expression serious and filled with reverence. "Our predecessors endured hardship, but their disgrace will be cleansed! Their descendants have forged a prosperous era, carved out their own path, and not failed their hopes!"

"What prosperous era? How can we be compared? In the Primordial Era, at its peak, the might of the Ancient Emperors was revered by the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. How can you compare?" an ancient king said.

"Why can we not compare? In the Primordial Era, several Ancient Emperors emerged, each belonging to a different race. Yet, before the Desolate Era, the human lineage alone produced several Great Emperors, not falling behind!" The White-Clothed Divine King's voice was resonant and deafening.

Far from falling behind, while the several Primordial Emperors belonged to different races, the ancient Great Emperors all hailed from humanity. This was a terrifying display of power.

At the mention of the departed Great Emperors, the blood of all humans surged. Their hearts brightened, and they yearned to roar aloud!

A single race had produced so many supreme beings, their true potential not inferior to the myriad races, enough to stand as equals. The humiliation of their ancestors had previously suppressed them to the point where they could barely breathe.

In the Primordial Era, humanity was weak, even considered food by many powerful races, negligible. But later generations were vastly different. Many ancient races fell silent.

Even the Ancestor Kings present wanted to speak, but found no grounds for refutation. For a time, they all fell silent.

After a long while, the Purple-Clothed Saint King sneered, "Everything is in the past. The Emperors of the Primordial Era were absolutely stronger than humanity's Great Emperors because some of them did not die; they ascended to immortality. Your human Great Emperors, however, all perished. Everything is as it was before, unchanged. You are still as weak as you were."

"Indeed, reality is thus. Your situation is worse than before the Primordial Era, with no improvement whatsoever. With merely one Saint, what right do you have to negotiate with us? Eradicate them and be done with it!" Many ancient kings echoed.

"So, no matter what, you intend to slaughter us all, and nothing will change that?" the White-Clothed Divine King asked.

"Precisely!" one of the Twin Saint Kings bellowed.

"Are you not afraid that some ancient Great Emperors are still alive, and will unleash their thunderous wrath?" the White-Clothed Divine King shouted, his expression cold. It was the first time he had faced the kings with such a frigid demeanor.

"You are an exceptional talent. I genuinely wish to give you a chance and take you as my adopted son," the Fallen Heaven King said.

"Then let us fight!" The White-Clothed Divine King was utterly unafraid. A Divine King Sword appeared in his hand; he held it aloft, facing all the kings alone!

"This truly is a reluctant decision, to stifle a genius. It is not my desire, but I am compelled to do so!" The Fallen Heaven King's voice turned cold. He took a step forward, and the entire Jade Lake trembled as if it were collapsing.

"Annihilate him! Let's end all this quickly!" an ancient king roared, and some others followed suit.

People despaired, unable to bear witnessing the White-Clothed Divine King's final, tragic stand. How could he resist alone? The myth of his invincibility... would be brutally shattered.

Ye Fan could no longer hold back. If he didn't act now, when would he? Even if it meant fighting to the death, he could not stand idly by and watch the Divine King fall.

In the past, the blood-stained scene seemed to still be before his eyes: the White-Clothed Divine King's solitary, sorrowful departure, carrying the corpse of Fairy Caiyun. That image still haunted Ye Fan.

"Do not act rashly. Everything is still under control." Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. Ye Fan was stunned. This was... from the Divine King.

Still under control...? What else could there be?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a earth-shattering sound erupted. A dazzling golden light tore through the vast land, arriving from afar, with the Grand Dao resonating!

At that moment, it startled the entire northern land, like an eternal divine radiance that illuminated all, before vanishing into the Jade Lake.

"The Investiture of the Gods List! It's the Investiture of the Gods List! It has appeared again!"

At this moment, everyone cried out in astonishment, utterly shocked.

The various ancient clans, in particular, turned ashen. Facing the artifact of the most dominant Great Emperor in humanity's history, everyone was terrified.

"How could this be?" Even the ancient kings were terrified, their expressions changing, for they sensed the supreme aura of an ancient Great Emperor.

"Fake! It's not real!" the Purple-Clothed Saint King exclaimed.

"Boom!"

The Investiture of the Gods List transformed into a golden lightning bolt, descending from the sky with unparalleled might. It was as if the hand of an ancient Great Emperor had pressed down, capable of turning even immortal beings into ash.

"Ah...!"

A terrified shriek, utterly powerless to resist. The Purple-Clothed Saint King was instantly reduced to ash after being struck by the golden light, utterly annihilated.

Following this, the four ancient kings who had accompanied him were also enveloped. All were instantly reduced to dust, their names erased from existence.

Shortly before, they had all venomously claimed humanity was as weak as ants. This was their consequence.

"It's truly the aura of an ancient Great Emperor! How can this be?" All the ancient kings were terrified.

"Boom!"

The Investiture of the Gods List, radiating splendid light that illuminated thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, suppressed again. The Twin Saint Kings turned to ash, annihilated without even a groan.

It was too shocking. In an instant, three Saint Kings and four ancient kings had perished.

"Om!"

The void trembled. The several ancient kings who had just subjected humanity to extreme humiliation, claiming that humanity barely survived in the Primordial Era and acknowledged stronger races as masters, all shrieked in terror.

However, nothing could be changed. The Investiture of the Gods List descended from the sky, powerful and domineering, suppressing and turning them all into dust!

"The shame of our ancestors, cleansed by the ancient Great Emperors!" the White-Clothed Divine King roared.

Other human cultivators were also excited, shouting in unison.

"An ancient Great Emperor has manifested! The Great Emperor Wu Shi is still alive!"

"Cleanse the shame! Annihilate all!"

On the Heaven-Reaching Platform, a chorus of shouts erupted, with many so excited they shed tears.

"Boom!"

The brilliantly shining Investiture of the Gods List descended once more, suppressing the Fallen Heaven King. The nine Primordial Fierce Beasts vanished into thin air, and the ancient war chariot crumbled.

"Ah...!"

The Fallen Heaven King, this powerful being, could only let out an unwilling roar, but he was powerless to resist. That eternal golden holy light suppressed all.

"Pfft!"

The divine list mercilessly pressed down. The invincible titan of the Primordial Era exploded, his blood evaporated, and he was then reduced to ashes!