A vast and mighty Pressure Aura shook the entire sacred city. Everyone trembled — penetrating straight to the bone.

Jiang Taixu’s divine might covered the world. Alone, he charged into a group of absolute peak experts as though entering a deserted place — no one could block him!

He strode through the shattered void, sweeping all before him, as leisurely as strolling through a garden. In an instant he sent three Saint-level figures flying, with none able to stand in his path.

Dong!

One ancient monster struck out. His spiritual sense was like a vast sea, transforming into a blood-red ocean that came surging and roiling, attacking Jiang Taixu with incomparable, terrifying spiritual consciousness.

The Divine King was undaunted. With a single hand he blotted out the heavens, his great palm smashing down to withstand with his physical body this spiritual sense force that contained the power of laws.

Crack!

The Peerless Divine King struck — his great hand destroyed the force of the laws, shattering the blood-red ocean into fragments, scattering it into crashing waves that broke apart in the void.

That ancient monster let out a great cry and tumbled head over heels backward. Four thousand years later, meeting in battle again — and he had suffered a disadvantage on the very first strike. A chill rose in his heart.

“The slaying of the Divine King is at hand — we fight together and can finish him!” Someone among the thirteen Saint-level figures roared.

Jiang Taixu’s white robes swept in the wind; his bearing was magnificent. His eyes were more profound than the starry sky. He bore no expression — one could see neither heartache nor anger.

He was without joy or sorrow, his clothes untouched by dust, his divine might awe-inspiring. Like a true dragon treading through the world — his entire being seemed to have a layer of sacred radiance, and in his every movement and gesture, he displayed the style of a peerless master without equal.

Thud!

The one who had just roared aloud suffered a single strike from the Divine King from across the distance, opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, sent tumbling backward!

The Divine King’s combat power shook the world. Such methods caused everyone to freeze — not one heart was without cold dread. If this continued, everyone present would likely meet a bitter end.

“Do not panic — hold your ground. He alone is not our match!” One ancient monster roared.

Thirteen powerful masters, plus three ancient monsters — every single one a dominant lord in their own domain, capable of looking down on all under heaven, all the absolute peak figures of the present day.

Such people could almost never unite together — for their status was too transcendent. They were masters of this great land, about as close to the most august people under heaven as could be described.

Yet now, for the first time ever, they had united together. Truly a force that could slay gods and kill Buddhas — there was almost nothing in this world that could resist them.

Yet they did not have the confidence to break through the heavens and extinguish all obstacles. The Divine King across from them was too powerful — filling their hearts with a terrible premonition.

“Kill!”

Six or seven of the thirteen Saint-level figures charged up together. Three ancient monsters drove their mighty spiritual sense, preparing to loose cold arrows from the sidelines, seeking to slay the Divine King.

Yet Jiang Taixu’s power far exceeded their imagination. Wherever he passed, the void necessarily shattered — nothing could obstruct him.

Evading the combined strike of six or seven Saint-level figures, he was in nearly an instant at one person’s close quarters, swinging his fist to pierce the void, striking toward one powerful master’s chest.

This person was the weakest: when Jiang Taixu had first stirred at his revival, two beams of divine radiance had shot from his eyes, nearly piercing his skull and nearly killing him.

This powerful master had for a time lost all combat power. Over such a long period of healing, though he had recovered the greater part of his strength, his vitality had been gravely damaged.

Now, Jiang Taixu appeared before him. The hair all over his body stood on end; he sensed extreme danger, and turned to retreat.

His speed was like a ghost — among men of this world, few could compare with him in speed. Like a wisp of light smoke, almost ethereal, his body seemed impossible to grasp.

Yet all this was futile. Jiang Taixu walked through the shattered void, rending apart Heaven and Earth, and was there before him in an instant.

These were astonishing means. Not a secret art for traversing the void — achieved entirely through his own power alone, without the slightest trace of artifice, a perfectly natural strike.

Truly like a divine being descending, looking down from above, gazing upon all living things, walking through the human world — with no worthy opponent whatsoever.

Jiang Taixu’s great hand reached out; hum — a light tremor — the force of the blow seemed not especially great, yet it instantly pressed the void into collapse and depression.

This Saint-level figure cried out. He found that his own body was as if branded into the void — like a painting affixed to a wall, unable to move at all.

Boundless killing intent like a river of stars cascading — all of it fell upon him, filling his heart with endless dread.

Crack!

The sound of death rang out. This Saint-level figure was slapped apart by Jiang Taixu’s great hand — a great bloom of blood shooting up. One of the world’s top-tier experts vanished into the dust of history.

Thud!

Then his split flesh and body produced a soft sound, dissolving into a pool of bloody mud — completely annihilated, body and spirit.

Everyone was stunned, hardly daring to believe this: a peak figure had been slain just like that, becoming a cloud of historical smoke.

This was extremely soul-chilling. One had to understand that all those present were powerful masters — looking down on the vast earth, treading through the human world with pride. How many experts could contend with them?

Yet what lay before everyone’s eyes was this horrifying: powerful as they were, they could not withstand even a single strike from the Peerless Divine King, instantly turned to ash.

“No need to fear — this person was already gravely wounded and had lost his combat power. The rest of us will not fall so easily!”

All of them were strong-willed, with no soft characters among them — all extraordinary individuals, dominating their regions. Naturally they would not give up at this.

In this moment, eleven Saint-level figures fell back together, combining their forces to strike — unleashing a world-shaking blow!

Boom!

This was a terrifying might beyond imagination. Every person in the sacred city felt it — as though a supreme demonic abyss had been opened, swallowing the entire expanse of Heaven and Earth.

Within the sacred city, everyone was stunned, cold sweat pouring from every body. Setting aside the extreme Dao sacred weapon, even this divine might had not been heard of for many years.

Everyone was appalled; bodies involuntarily trembling. Enveloped by such an energy, one instantly associated it with the end of the world’s destruction — soul-chilling.

Before the Dragon Transformation Pool, the void was like a thin layer of tissue paper, easily torn apart. A thousand streams of divine power, ten thousand stacks of Dao force — a vast, crashing surge.

Jiang Taixu’s white robes fluttered. His bearing was supreme and unrivaled. He stood alone in the void and lightly drew a line before himself — severing the heavens!

Many peak figures discovered in shock that this world-shaking blow, sufficient to sweep all under heaven, could not draw near at all!

Jiang Taixu — clearly visible standing not far away, yet giving the feeling of being separated by an entire expanse of Heaven and Earth — infinitely distant.

The divine power unleashed by eleven Saint-level figures was seething, like a boundless ocean surging — shocking waves crashing through clouds, crashing breakers splitting the sky!

Yet when this divine power approached Jiang Taixu, all of it entered the fractured void before him — as if rushing into a bottomless abyss — instantly losing all trace.

Severing the heavens — a heaven-defying means!

Whatever divine power you may possess, however limitless your divine arts — they all had no effect whatsoever. All were guided into another expanse of Heaven and Earth, utterly unable to touch even a single hair on the Divine King Jiang’s body.

“Kill!”

The twelve powerful masters — all extraordinary in their own right — shouted as one: twelve small heavenly worlds manifested, supremely mysterious!

Some were like a pure land fragrant with flowers and birdsong; some resembled a dark, lightless underworld; some were like seven-colored glazed worlds; some seemed like a boundless blood-red purgatory…

Twelve small worlds, each different from the others, simultaneously suppressed toward the void — seeking to fill that severed heavens.

They were using the “Dao” to mend Heaven and Earth, seeking to make Jiang Taixu’s divine art collapse and crumble, reducing him to ash!

Within each small world, endless mysterious inscriptions appeared — as if in the act of opening heaven and splitting the earth, manifesting all the great worlds of creation!

These were the laws of the twelve Saint-level figures, interwoven together — comparable even to the Great Dao itself, resonating with magnificent heavenly tones as if traveling from the far ancient past.

The sacred city shook, as if on the verge of collapse. Everyone was stunned — the Great Dao heavenly tones were like a sea surge, like a thousand armies of ten-thousand-horses galloping, deafening to the ear.

Hum!

The Divine King Jiang pierced through the void, ending up somewhere unknown — completely vanishing from the perception of the twelve peak figures.

Though the twelve Saint-level figures were powerful, they were ultimately not of one body. United together, while they could pierce through Heaven and Earth, against a supreme expert they could not be naturally as one.

Boom!

The Divine King burst forth. Atop his head was the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar; beneath his feet were five-colored Dao inscriptions — as if a divine lord descended from the heavens, looking down upon the mass of living beings. He appeared directly in the midst of the twelve powerful masters.

This was not the Ji Family’s Great Void Art — it was entirely relying on the physical body to pierce through Heaven and Earth. Such power made every single person shudder with dread.

Hum!

Jiang Taixu threw out one fist to blast toward three Saint-level figures — so domineering, treating peak figures as blades of grass, with an air of none but him, only he supreme.

This was the Peerless Divine King!

Boom!

He struck within the crowd. The twelve powerful masters were wary and full of dread, unleashing the order of Heaven and Earth to jointly slay the Divine King.

Yet the twelve Saint-level figures were somewhat unable to let loose — one careless move would gravely injure an ally, for the distance between them was simply too close.

The Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar blazed with dazzling light, swallowing like a whale drinking — dissolving the law-force of nine Saint-level figures entirely, blocking it all outside.

While Jiang Taixu himself — like a divine being — launched a single fist and sent the three Saint-level figures directly before him flying, blood seeping from all their mouths.

Particularly one among them, who continuously coughed great mouthfuls of blood — clearly gravely wounded, barely able to stand.

The Divine King’s white robes unfurled. The Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar atop his head, he shattered the void and appeared before that person, eyes cold and without mercy, one great hand covering down.

Crack!

Under the Divine King’s great hand, yet another peak figure was annihilated in body and spirit — a Saint-level figure reduced to powder, ultimately leaving nothing behind.

Lamentable — a peerless expert who could have swept one side of the world thus became dust, disappearing from the human world forever.

In this moment, after slaying a Saint-level figure, the Divine King turned his gaze toward the Immortal Fairy Caiyun who had forever departed in the Dragon Transformation Pool — and in his eyes was boundless desolation.

Even though he was invincible under heaven, capable of slaying everyone — the beloved companion would never come back to life. He could not reverse this, and in his heart was boundless, consuming grief.

For four thousand years unbroken as a single day, silently suffering as she awaited his return — and in the end, she could only die resting in his embrace. The Divine King was devastated. He wanted to weep, yet the tears would not flow.

Hum!

The void was pierced. The three ancient monsters suddenly struck, launching the most terrifying ambush attack. They had been waiting for an opportunity all along and had finally found this one and only opening.

The three ancient monsters — over four thousand years ago already peak experts who had crossed blades with Jiang Taixu. Now, though they could not cultivate their physical bodies, their spiritual consciousness had entered a realm of consummate mastery, with few who could contend with them.

Three spiritual sense strikes like three vast oceans — blood-red, emerald, and black — extinguishing all obstacles, arriving before them in an instant.

This was a supreme mental Pressure Aura — the embodiment of the Great Dao, interwoven into boundless force of laws, making even the sacred city tremble.

Even Saint-level figures felt a chill — if struck by this, they would absolutely be reduced to ash, capable of destroying all things in the world.

Within the sacred city, many people felt as though the end of the world had arrived, and could not help but tremble.

Boom!

The Peerless Divine King had long since perceived all of this. Even in his grief, he had not neglected his surroundings. His black hair flew wild; from his eyes shot two brilliant divine rays aimed at the central ancient monster.

While his left and right hands traced the trajectory of the Great Dao and pressed forward, meeting the other two ancient monsters respectively.

Hum!

At the same moment, the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar hovering above him trembled, dropping tens of thousands of auspicious rays that blocked the eleven Saint-level figures, isolating them to one side.

Boom!

On both of the Divine King’s great hands, streams of mysterious inscriptions appeared — imprints of the Dao manifesting — striking together with the most powerful spiritual sense laws of the two ancient monsters, producing the sound of thunder.

With his two hands he sent both matchless monsters’ terrifying spiritual sense forcibly scattering, making them cough great mouthfuls of blood and tumble backward through the air.

While the matchless ancient monster at the center collided with the Divine King’s world-shaking spiritual sense — between the two, it was as if tens of thousands of great stars were falling, erupting in ten million terrifying flashes of light.

This impact shook people’s very souls. Many within the sacred city collapsed directly to the ground, their hearts filled with panic, nearly suffocated.

Boom!

The matchless ancient monster’s body was torn apart. His skull was pierced through by Jiang Taixu’s spiritual sense, struck until ten thousand peach blossoms bloomed — fresh red blood and white brain matter spattering in all directions.

The matchless ancient monster had cultivated bitterly throughout his life, persisting in the world for over four thousand years. His specialty was spiritual sense attacks — yet it was in this very arena that he met complete defeat.

The Divine King shattered him with world-shaking spiritual sense!

In the instant the matchless ancient monster — half-human, half-ghost — was torn apart, streams of black mist poured out, boundless death energy pervading the air, as if the gates of the underworld had been thrown open.

The Shade Grass had caused all this — this was the reason he could live over four thousand years without dying.

The Divine King raised his hand with a single gesture. Divine radiance surged forth like a tide, instantly purifying the entire expanse of Heaven and Earth — the underworld energy vanished; the ancient monster was completely reduced to ashes.

“Jiang Taixu, your… spiritual sense is also this powerful?!”

The other two ancient monsters were unspeakably terrified, their spirits nearly cracking, continuously retreating.

They had consumed the Shade Grass; their spiritual consciousness had been nourished, growing to a degree nearly beyond imagination. They had originally believed their spiritual sense power should have surpassed the Divine King — yet they still could not defeat him!

The Divine King bore grief in his heart, yet his face showed not a ripple, making no response whatsoever.

For four thousand years he had wandered between life and death — the spiritual sense honed through it was indestructible. What person in the world could resist it?

The three matchless ancient monsters, even though their spiritual consciousness had been replenished, how could it possibly compare with the Divine King’s bitter cultivation? Their defeat and destruction was a matter of course!

“Everyone together — kill him!”

The eleven powerful masters and two matchless ancient monsters shouted as one — yet not a single person stepped forward.

Jiang Taixu was robed in white surpassing snow, dashing and elegant as jade, his appearance the same as four thousand years before — yet he was no longer in high spirits. Within his eyes was boundless grief.

He bore the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar above his head, sweeping his gaze across all present, advancing step by step. The eleven Saint-level figures and the two matchless ancient monsters all involuntarily retreated.

This was the invincible bearing of the Peerless Divine King!

In those days, he had roamed the Eastern Wilderness unrivaled — said to possess the greatest combat power of five thousand years. Even after disappearing for over four thousand years, no one had forgotten him.

Now, the Peerless Divine King returned reborn. He was even more powerful than before, filling the hearts of many Saint-level figures and two matchless ancient monsters with dread.

One person alone, standing against a crowd of absolute peak experts — yet as though entering a deserted place, causing the overlords of this great land to continuously retreat. What manner of bearing was this!

The Divine King emerged into the world, revived and returned — peerless and transcendent. Who could contend?