In the setting sun, a man in white was walking over step by step. The glow of the setting sun shone on him, dyeing him with a layer of divine brilliance, making him extraordinary.
His appearance touched everyone's heart. Many people roared out loud. Being looked down upon by the Seven Ancestral Kings from the bottom of their hearts made everyone feel aggrieved.
This was a handsome and young face, but the vicissitudes in his eyes indicated that he was no longer a young man.
His snow-white robe fluttered in the wind as he stepped on the sunset glow. Like a dream, his splendor and peerless appearance made people want to kneel down and worship him.
This wasn't a result of pressure, but rather an emotion that stirred everyone up. Everyone began to cry out loudly.
"A Saint!"
"A Saint that belongs to the Human Clan!"
It had been almost 17 or 18 years since they parted. Ye Fan's eyes were sour. He did not expect to see the Divine King in White here.
He was able to reach this step today all because of Divine King Jiang. He helped him repair the broken path of the Divine Body, cleansed the Great Path with the blood of the gods, and helped him break through.
It could be said that Divine King Jiang had exchanged all of this for him with his life. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would vanish into the crowd.
"Divine King …" Ye Fan's voice trembled. His steps were unsteady as he walked forward to greet the Divine King.
Back then, the Divine King was a hero in his twilight years. He went alone into the Great Wilderness, only seeking death. This made him very sad, but he was unable to help.
Now, he finally appeared in the world again. Ye Fan was extremely excited because the Divine King was the person he respected the most.
The Divine King had a head full of white hair that sparkled like snow. His body was tall and strong, and his appearance was peerless. As soon as he appeared, he gave people the feeling of a majestic mountain that could hold up the sky. He made people feel that everything could be withstood, like an immortal pillar that held up the sky.
Many people were excited, and many were quietly wiping away their tears. Their eyes were red. After being suppressed for so long, everyone was extremely looking forward to the arrival of a Human Clan Saint.
The Seven Ancestral Kings also had to look back. When they saw this extraordinary person, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their cold expressions froze.
"Divine King …" Ye Fan walked over, paying his respects, almost choking with emotion, his emotions sincere.
"Get up!" Divine King Jiang Taixu personally pulled him up.
His white robes were picturesque, and the unparalleled elegance of the past seemed to appear before their eyes, causing everyone's hearts to surge with emotions. There were many kings in the world, but only the White-robed Divine King was crowned with the word "peerless".
The setting sun dyed the world red. The Divine King's entire body was dazzling as he stood there, illuminating everyone's hearts. It made people feel as if he alone could support the entire sky.
"God King!"
"A supreme Godking!"
At this moment, no one knew who shouted first, but everyone else followed suit. Their voices shook the heavens and the earth.
At this juncture of despair, the arrival of a single person had such an effect. This had ignited the passion of everyone, causing many of the Ancient race beings to feel a wave of fear.
Meanwhile, the seven archaic kings also revealed looks of surprise. Dark light flickered within their eyes as they calmly watched.
The Divine King was a very unfortunate person. He became famous when he was young, and he had already achieved the Three Executions of the Immortal Realm. However, the heavens were jealous of his talent, and he was at the peak of his power when he was trapped in the Purple Mountain for four thousand years.
After his return, everything changed. He had lived a heroic life, but he was already past his prime. There was nothing more painful than this. He was originally invincible, but now he was quietly waiting for his life to come to an end.
What was even more tragic was that his beloved had died in order to save him. He watched helplessly as, with such a vicissitudes of life and experience, he held the cold corpse of Fairy Rosy Cloud in his arms, and his hair turned white in the bleak sunset.
Anyone who understood the Divine King's life would feel moved and sad for him. His life was full of misfortunes, and he was an outstanding person who would make others feel heartache.
When he was young, he had killed the Sun Sovereign, one of the Gemini Kings of the Central Prefecture, who had already entered the Realm of Great Accomplishment. And not long ago, the battle of the Barbarian Race's cavalry in the Northern Plains revealed that he had injured the Dark Devil King, the foundation of the Wang family, causing him to lose the confidence to prove his Way.
How many other unknown past events were done when he was young? With such a glorious battle record, if he had not wasted four thousand years, what level would he have grown to?
Every time they thought of it, they would sigh and feel pity for the Divine King. This was a true heaven-warping hero!
"Finally, a saint has appeared," an ancient king said coldly.
The scene quieted down. Everyone was paying attention to the white-robed king, or perhaps they should call him the White-robed Saint.
But from a psychological point of view, people were more willing to call him the White-robed Divine King. This was no longer an achievement, but a unique title.
"A saint that is not like ordinary people." Among the seven ancient kings, the only man who had not spoken yet spoke. He frowned slightly and said, "How should I address you?"
"Jiang Taixu," the Divine King said calmly. His eyes were full of spirit, like the sunset, sparkling brilliantly.
He did not have the aura of a saint, nor did he have an intimidating might. But just by standing there, he could share the limelight with the seven ancient kings. He did not seem to be the slightest bit weaker.
This was what everyone felt. No one knew whether it was a misconception or an illusion. Their hearts became extremely certain. The arrival of the Divine King was like a stabilizing force, making them feel at ease.
"Why … do I feel that you are different from other saints?" An ancient king's cold expression faded, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face.
"We are different. We are of different races, and the Dao we have proven is also different," the Divine King said.
"No, what kind of Dao have you proven? You are definitely stronger than ordinary saints," the ancient king said in a low voice.
Everyone present was shocked, especially the ancient races. They were even shocked. For an ancient king to say such words, it was enough to show that the White-robed Saint before them was stronger than him.
"Times have changed. Every human saint is different," Divine King Jiang said calmly.
However, these words were like a clap of thunder, shocking the ancient kings present. Their expressions changed for the first time.
As for the others, only a few people figured out what he meant. Then, they were also shocked.
This was the post-primordial era. It was different from the past. The world could not accommodate saints, and no one could prove their Dao. Even king tiers were almost impossible to see!
These years had been an era that made the most talented cultivators despair. They had great talent, but they could not cut their Dao. They spent their days in vain, and their hair turned white. They were sorrowful, but they could not achieve anything.
It was different before the primordial era. Before the rules of the world changed, king tiers were not rare. Every race had saints. It was much easier to cultivate than it was now.
In the present age, king tiers were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. It was even more difficult than becoming a saint in ancient times. With such harsh conditions, how could one take the step of becoming a saint?
In these years, those who could cut their Dao three times were all amazing. Everyone had their own unique path. It was facilitated by all kinds of great opportunities, and it could not be replicated.
Under these circumstances where becoming a saint was not allowed, one had to take that heaven-defying step. How strong of a will and talent did one need?
Every saint who became a saint under such circumstances was incomparable. They were different from others!
Even if they had only taken the first step, they were still terrifying. This was because they were kings among saints, and they had succeeded under the most impossible conditions!
What kind of person was the white-robed divine king? He was crowned with the word "peerless", and he had a king physique. With such difficult background conditions, he could be called the king of kings!
"Times have changed …" an ancient king muttered to himself. His heart was in turmoil.
Human saints were almost impossible to see, but as long as one jumped out, they would be extremely stunning and frightening, making them feel fear.
"The convention of the myriad races is about to begin. Won't you all come in and have a seat?" the divine king invited. His hair was white like snow, and he was heroic and imposing. His tone was calm and upright.
"It's not worth going in and sitting. What kind of convention is it without people who can sit at the same table as you? We're sitting here, and there's no one who can sit at the same table as us. Who can we talk to? "
An ancient king mercilessly reopened their scars. This made many human cultivators angry, but they could not refute him. If Divine King Jiang had not come, this would have been the case.
"How about I sit and discuss the Dao with you?" the white-robed divine king said.
"You are unordinary, I was just about to experience it. You should pass through us first!" An ancient king walked up and immediately took action.
Behind him, there were thirty-six pairs of divine wings. They fluttered together, and suddenly, a heavenly light screen appeared. A heavenly sword soared up and slashed down.
This was formed by the Boundless Divine Laws, and it was his strongest attack. In a battle between saints, a single attack could decide victory and defeat, deciding life and death.
In this setting sun, Jiang Taixu's entire body was surrounded by golden light. He only made one move, and that was to slash with his fingers.
Clang!
The heavenly sword snapped under the divine king's two fingers, and the divine laws were extinguished like smoke. They turned into a dazzling light and disappeared into the void.
Boom!
An even more terrifying battle began. This time, there were six saints. Apart from an ancient king, they all attacked and suppressed the white-robed divine king together.
Thousands and tens of thousands of strands of light intersected and turned into a dao immortal mace. The sonorous voice of the heavenly dao rang out in all directions, and all kinds of auspicious qi gushed out and fell down.
This was the trump card the six saints used together. It competed with the world for fortune, competed with the sun and moon for brilliance, and advanced with peace and slaughter.
"Boundless light, boundless tribulation, boundless energy, suppress eternally!" The six of them shouted together. Their voices resounded through the heavens and earth, rumbling and rumbling. It was unknown how many tens of thousands of li it traveled.
The void in front of them was collapsing. Chaotic light vaguely appeared, and a small world was forcefully cleaved open. There was an additional aura of opening the heavens here.
This was a peerlessly powerful attack. The sky was filled with auspicious colors, and divine lotuses appeared on the ground. All kinds of light gathered together to form a divine sea!
Everyone collapsed. They weren't attacked, but they couldn't endure the pressure in the sky. It was as if the world was about to be destroyed.
The supreme divine king's hands moved. Time seemed to have stopped for him. His white hair danced in the wind, and his eyes were filled with determination. He was unmoved as he drew out a path.
Only Ye Fan understood that he was using the Battle Saint Technique. The number one offensive power for the past five thousand years had once again displayed its brilliance!
And this time, the divine king entered the stage with the identity of a saint. He displayed his unrivaled attack, the most powerful attack!
Hong!
The world collapsed. A blood-red furnace appeared. It was divine and vast, filling the sky. There were divine birds, suns, and other ancient diagrams carved on it.
The multicolored haze was like blood, blossoming brilliantly. All types of laws interweaved beside this sacred furnace, releasing heavenly dao rumbling sounds. It suppressed downwards, and no one could stop it!
"What? You brought an extreme dao emperor weapon!"
"Could this be the Jiang Family's Eternal Universe Furnace?!"
Several ancient kings were horrified. Their fine hairs stood on end, and they felt a deep sense of powerlessness. They couldn't resist, and they were continuously pressed down.
"No, this is an offensive saint technique he evolved, not an emperor weapon. This … is too terrifying!" An ancient king's entire body went ice-cold.
Everyone was shaken. This was earth-shattering. The human cultivators knew that this was definitely the Battle Saint Technique. It had evolved an unrivaled attack!
"Number one offensive power for the past five thousand years, an unbreakable legend!"
Everyone was stirred up. After entering the saint realm, the white-clothed divine king became even more invincible. He was still that unrivalled supreme divine king!
The various ancient races revealed looks of fear. Everyone was terrified. A single person was suppressing six saints. Just what kind of style was this? An unrivaled expert, a king among saints!
In the sky, the sacred furnace that filled the sky with scarlet multicolored light was unstoppable. The six ancient kings all bent over, about to kneel on the ground.
His unrivaled style hadn't diminished in the past. The number one offensive power for the past five thousand years was still an unbreakable legend!
The king had a head of white hair that was sparkling like snow. His tall and sturdy body was exceptionally charming. Just by appearing, he gave off a feeling like a majestic mountain that could support the heavens. It made people feel as if everything could be withstood, as if he was an immortal pillar that supported the heavens.
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