Chapter 825: Human Saints Appear

## Chapter 827: The Sages of the Human Race Appear

The Investiture of the Gods flew out, transforming into an eternal divine radiance. Immediately after, it annihilated the wielders of the two Ancient Sovereign Weapons. This was truly astonishing.

Anyone who could sense what was happening here was utterly shocked. A vast divine power blanketed the sky and earth, making people involuntarily prostrate themselves in worship.

“This… this is the aura of a Human Emperor!”

“It’s truly… an Ancient Emperor manifesting!”

At the end of the majestic mountain range, the imperial clans who had deployed their Extreme Dao Ancient Weapons turned pale with fright, as if struck by lightning, freezing on the spot, followed by deep fear.

Just now, the Ancient Sovereign Weapons didn't even have time to revive before that holy light obliterated their wielders. It all happened too fast, truly breathtaking.

“Quick! Retrieve the imperial weapons immediately, before anything goes wrong!” Someone exclaimed anxiously, almost scared out of their wits. This involved extremely serious consequences.

What kind of terrifying power was this, that it could eliminate the weapon wielders even before the Ancient Sovereign Weapons could revive and intervene? Such a thing was almost impossible.

Everything indicated that the Ancient Emperors were not dead, that someone was still alive. Otherwise, who could accomplish all of this?!

“Ancient Sovereign Weapons are divine; even if they fall into someone else’s hands, they will fly back…” An ancestral king, who had lived for an unknown number of years, manifested and spoke from deep within the majestic mountains.

“What?! The other party ignored them, didn't even glance at them, completely unconcerned about the two Ancient Sovereign Weapons that were about to revive!”

The faces of the two great imperial clans grew even paler, their fear deepening. Was it truly an Ancient Emperor manifesting, so unconcerned that they let the two imperial weapons fall?

“Boom!”

A dazzling beam of light shot forth, reaching up to the nine heavens and down into the nine netherworlds. The divine radiance of an Ancient Emperor enveloped everything!

The Investiture of the Gods radiated immeasurable light, unleashing unparalleled divine power. For an instant, its brilliance illuminated the entire Northern Region, reaching its peak splendor.

Then, there was darkness. It flickered, shot into the clouds, disappeared into the heavens, and was gone. The Investiture of the Gods vanished.

“This power, this aura, it truly is the might of an Ancient Sovereign!” Deep within the mountains, the elders of the ancient clans looked extremely serious.

Many people soared into the distance, retrieving the Ancient Sovereign Weapons, no longer daring to act rashly.

In the distance, above the Yaochi sky, the Hengyu Cauldron and the Void Mirror trembled and slowly faded, their world-creating power gone, leaving only some lingering primordial qi.

It was an unknown amount of time before people finally regained their senses, all unconsciously letting out a long breath.

However, the ancient kings kneeling on the Heaven-Connecting Platform slowly stood up much later, each of them as pale as golden paper, trembling.

Having endured such a calamity, they were physically and mentally exhausted, drenched in sweat. The fear they had just experienced would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Heaven and earth were silent. No one spoke. Everyone stood there quietly; cultivators of all races remained speechless.

Today, many ancient kings had arrived, but most of them had died, with very few remaining. The losses were shocking; if word got out, no one in the world would believe it.

The appearance of the Investiture of the Gods was revolutionary, slaying ancient kings as easily as cutting grass, instantly turning them to ash. The terror it instilled would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

The surviving ancient kings could only serve as eyewitnesses, personally recounting to their respective races that Wushi was still alive, as the most radical among them had all been eliminated.

“What exactly happened?” Finally, some people arrived at Yaochi, asking about the strange occurrences.

After a while, powerful cultivators from various races appeared, all eager to know what had transpired. Everything that had just happened had stunned many major forces in the Northern Region.

Subsequently, Yaochi erupted!

People were no longer calm. News spread in all directions, reaching other great regions. Everything that occurred today was a monumental upheaval!

Flying over countless mountains and rivers, crossing great rivers and grasslands, the five regions—Eastern Wasteland, Central Plains, Southern Ridge, Northern Plains, and Western Desert—were greatly shaken. The whole world was astonished.

When the myriad ancient races learned of all this, they fell silent, unable to utter a single word. For them, it was a great disaster.

Within Yaochi, Ye Fan understood that everything that had transpired was a setup, jointly orchestrated by the Divine King and others, consistent with his own past thoughts.

He, however, could not have done it due to lacking such immense power, whereas the Divine King and his collaborators could, having the ability to take the next step.

Nevertheless, he was the one who initiated all of this; it all began because of him. Ever since he struck the Wushi Bell, everything had been set in motion, and the human sages acted to perfect his original intent.

His and Zhang Zhu's suppression of the Divine Spirit Valley was merely like killing chicks; it was far from "killing the chicken to scare the monkeys." But the White-Clad Divine King achieved something far greater.

On the Heaven-Connecting Platform, how many ancient kings perished? It was a blood-soaked assembly, a battle that struck fear into hearts!

The human race certainly had more than just the White-Clad Divine King as a saint; he was merely put forward to single-handedly contend against the kings, establish his might, and build an invincible image.

Only one Divine King appeared, drawing forth the ancient ancestral kings, leading to a river of blood. Then the Fallen Sky King appeared, prompting the Investiture of the Gods to suppress and eliminate the most radical elements.

This was the true "killing the chicken to scare the monkeys." Eliminating such a group of people was more deterrent than anything else. Then, with the reappearance of the Investiture of the Gods, terrifying people with the idea that Emperor Wushi was alive, it brought everything to a close.

This scheme was very risky, almost spiraling out of control. The attack of the two Ancient Sovereign Weapons was truly too dangerous!

This also revealed the might of the ancient clans, truly reaching an unrestrained level, daring to attack and destroy an ancient holy land like Yaochi.

“The one controlling the Investiture of the Gods must be very powerful, at least a legendary Great Saint,” Ye Fan mused to himself, furrowing his brow.

Even if the Investiture of the Gods had revived and possessed immense divine power to unleash such might, creating the aura of a Great Emperor would likely be incredibly difficult, and the caster probably paid a heavy price.

Especially when the Investiture of the Gods flew away, suppressing the wielders of the Ancient Sovereign Weapons, that extreme speed broke free from the restraints of space and time. Even a Great Saint would find it difficult to achieve, let alone know how much cultivation it would consume.

“With the Investiture of the Gods suppressing everything, the ancient clans will likely remain quiet for a long time. There will probably be peaceful negotiations next…” Ye Fan muttered to himself.

“If, at this moment, several human saints were to appear one after another, it would undoubtedly be astonishing.” Ye Fan wondered who exactly would emerge.

One White-Clad Divine King had already brought about a chaotic, wailing slaughter. If several more saints who had achieved enlightenment in the Post-Archaic Era were to appear, the deterrent power would sharply increase.

Regardless of whether Emperor Wushi’s manifestation was real or fake, just the appearance of several saints together would be enough to make the myriad ancient races extremely wary.

Because on the Heaven-Connecting Platform, the White-Clad Divine King had shown them how unparalleled a saint could be, even when the rules of heaven and earth did not permit enlightenment.

If Ye Fan had stirred a gentle breeze, then the Divine King and his companions had whipped up a world-shaking hurricane, magnifying what Ye Fan intended to do by countless times and perfecting it comprehensively.

As he pondered the causes and details of this battle, the myriad ancient races were also deep in thought. The appearance of the Investiture of the Gods had intimidated many great clans, including the royal clans.

At this moment, all races felt a bone-chilling cold, like the depths of winter. If a Human Emperor was still alive, it would be futile even if they invited several Great Saints or Quasi-Emperors.

“With the Investiture of the Gods appearing, is Wushi truly still alive?”

This was a secret place accessible only to the supreme figures of the imperial clans. Several individuals sat cross-legged, their bodies indistinct, almost merging with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

“If it wasn't Wushi, even with full knowledge of the Investiture of the Gods' secrets, understanding all its mysteries, and having enough time to revive it, it would be difficult to unleash such divine power…” A hazy, primordial qi-shrouded figure spoke in an incredibly ancient and weathered voice.

“It’s not entirely impossible. Two Great Saints or a Quasi-Emperor could act, paying a bloody price, and there would be a certain chance of success…” Another voice came, as if traversing through the heavens.

“Whether it’s the true Wushi or a fake, it shows the terrifying nature of the human race, that there are supreme masters still alive.”

At this point, this mysterious place fell silent, with no further sound. The blurred figures all vanished.

Everything unfolded as Ye Fan had predicted. Two days later, several powerful ancient kings arrived in person, no longer aggressive, appearing entirely ready for peaceful negotiations.

The original representatives of various races had not left. Seeing their own ancestral kings arrive in person, retracting their saintly auras and appearing very peaceful, their hearts trembled.

Everyone knew that a relatively peaceful era had arrived, and conflicts would be rare for some time, though no one knew how long it would last.

True tranquility settled within the Yaochi Pure Land. The tense atmosphere was swept away. Human cultivators attending the meeting wore smiles, and everything had calmed down.

“Ancestral King Nine Phoenix has arrived…” Many ancient clans were surprised, recognizing one of the attendees.

A terrifying being from the Imperial Clan of Blood Phoenix Mountain, on par with the Fallen Sky King, revered as King Nine Phoenix. He had few rivals in the Archaic Era.

His appearance caused a stir. Those who knew him understood how terrifying he was; his prestige was legendary in the Archaic Era. The supreme Combat Saint Emperor had once remarked that his talent was “not bad.”

Though a casual remark, receiving an evaluation from an Ancient Emperor was a supreme honor, naturally known throughout the world, inspiring awe in everyone.

Subsequently, an even greater commotion occurred, causing a significant uproar. The human race’s second saint appeared, greatly shaking all races.

The Northern Region's foremost bandit — the Undying Old Man — appeared, clad in a wide black robe that even divine eyes could not pierce, making it impossible to discern their gender.

“The human race has a second saint!?” All races were shocked. One White-Clad Divine King had already caused such carnage that bones littered the ground, terrifying all kings. The appearance of a second one was undoubtedly astounding.

The commotion did not stop there. Shortly after, the human race’s third saint appeared, causing another uproar. All races were terrified, while the human race was abuzz with excitement.

Ye Fan had not even anticipated the appearance of this person; it was beyond his expectations. It was not a stranger, but an old man he had once seen.

He was hunched and decrepit, the gatekeeper of the dilapidated stone gambling house in the Heavenly Revolving Holy Land within the Northern Region's Divine City. No one had ever suspected.

“They say he’s a descendant of Heavenly Revolving, but I think he’s one of the survivors from back then,” Ye Fan mused, somewhat dazed.

He still remembered entering that desolate stone gambling house with Daoist Red Dragon to select stones. At that time, Old Daoist Red Dragon was inexplicably startled away, but now he understood everything instantly.

The consecutive appearance of three human saints naturally shocked the ancient clans profoundly, making many ancient kings extremely wary and cautious. At this point, the full effect of the White-Clad Divine King’s battle was undeniable.

Everything did not stop there, because shortly after, the human race’s fourth saint appeared, causing a wave of cheers—a sudden surge of happiness. Meanwhile, the ancient clans were all dumbfounded, wondering how another one had appeared.

This saint hailed from the Central Plains’ Qishi Mansion, an old mansion lord who had long since retired many years ago. Several generations of his successors had already passed away.

With four saints appearing concurrently, the ancient clans were greatly shaken. After the news spread, ancestral kings immediately rushed over in person, as it was far beyond their expectations.

Moreover, it was rumored that a Great Saint would arrive—an existence currently invincible above and below the heavens, who had only suffered one defeat in their life, long ago to an unbeatable being: the Combat Saint Emperor.

Many cultivators were in Yaochi as the grand assembly began, with people coming and going. Ye Fan spotted a familiar figure: a remarkably beautiful youth, with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, even more beautiful than a woman.

“It’s… Xia Jiuyou…” Ye Fan was startled. He still remembered this peerless genius, who was stronger than all the Holy Sons at the age of twelve or thirteen. So many years had passed now; he wondered to what extent she had grown.

They had once fought, and at that time, he had even spanked this girl disguised as a boy, infuriating this astonishing genius to the point of wanting to flay him alive.

“Is it really him? An old friend from back then…” Not far away, the Central Emperor gazed in another direction, standing there in a daze.

Ye Fan turned around, just in time to see his expression. Surprised, he followed the Central Emperor's gaze and was immediately stunned. The prodigious girl, Xia Jiuyou, was walking in that direction, supporting an old man.

“It’s him… the sickly old man…” Ye Fan was surprised. Then, a window in his mind suddenly opened, and much of the mist dispersed.

He immediately thought of many things. The Central Emperor was someone who had died prematurely nine thousand years ago, sealed and preserved by the Qishi Mansion, allowing him to be revived.

Such a prematurely deceased talent, his acquaintances would naturally be exceptional figures from nine thousand years ago. Tracing back through the long river of time, who was the most suspicious candidate?

There was only one person: Gai Jiuyou, who was once unparalleled and invincible, his name renowned throughout heaven and earth. He was someone who almost achieved enlightenment!

The prodigious girl Xia Jiuyou must have been influenced by him when choosing her name, deliberately including those two characters.

The sickly old man was Gai Jiuyou, who had walked from that ancient river of time all the way to the present era. This was truly frightening.

Recalling the events at the Immortal Pond in Tailiang, the saint who helped him must have been Gai Jiuyou. Only he, using the Soldier Secret, could have interfered with an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon under those circumstances and saved his life.

Furthermore, the Investiture of the Gods leaving Saint Cliff and manifesting here also made sense; only a Human Great Saint of such caliber could wield it using the Soldier Secret!

The causes and effects, all of it linked together, giving Ye Fan a sense of sudden enlightenment.

“Senior…” Ye Fan quickly caught up, immensely agitated. The two people ahead stopped.

The prodigious girl Xia Jiuyou, with delicate features, was stunningly beautiful. She was still dressed in men's clothing, but her former arrogance was gone. Time had smoothed her edges, and she was very calm upon seeing Ye Fan this time.

The sickly old man, as before, had a pallid face. He smiled upon seeing Ye Fan, appearing very ordinary and unassuming.

“Senior, I have always wanted to repay your great kindness from back then, but I could never find you. I have True Dragon Immortality Elixir here, which can extend your lifespan,” Ye Fan said.

Previously, when Gai Jiuyou acted in the Qinling Mountains, he had said that his lifespan was exhausted, and he was close to death, only able to use a divine rule once in a long time. Now, after wielding the Investiture of the Gods, Ye Fan wondered if it had harmed him.

Ye Fan was extremely worried and wanted to extend his life. This Great Saint absolutely could not die!

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Wielding the Investiture of the Gods was something I did together with another person, and I’ve obtained several Medicine Kings, so I can live for a few more years,” the old man said with an amiable smile.

Ye Fan felt relieved. With such a figure in charge, there was nothing to worry about. He thought it would likely even shock the ancient clans’ Great Saints into coming in person.

“This turmoil ends here. No more waves can be stirred up. There will be a relatively peaceful period in the future; you should seize this opportunity.”