“Ahh…” Jiang Taixu’s grief-stricken roar shook Heaven and Earth.

A parting of four thousand years — endless sorrow and pain. Heroes age; a beloved woman fades. How could his heart not break? How could his spirit not be wounded? The Divine King’s desolation — his heart filled with sorrow and grief.

The roar of grief scattered the clouds in the night sky, stirring every soul within the sacred city. Like the sea overflowing into the nine heavens — boundless lamentation, eyes full of bleak sorrow.

Jiang Taixu stood alone in the field. His flesh and blood had long since dried and withered, yet from the corner of his sunken eyes there rolled crystalline tears. He held the old woman’s cold corpse, unmoving.

The Divine King seemed turned to stone. No one knew how much time passed before he made any sound, any movement — he simply looked quietly at the old woman.

Four thousand years apart — the once beautiful face had grown old. A face full of wrinkles, ashen lips, a stooped body: the years had stolen her youth.

The peerless beauty of those former days — without complaint or regret, she had waited for four thousand years, watching her prime slip away, her spirit growing dim, suffering in silent wait until she had completely grown old.

Even after four thousand years, the Immortal Fairy Caiyun, the moment she learned of the Divine King’s whereabouts, came without regard for her own life. To save Jiang Taixu, she had passed like a dying fragrance, a fading jade.

“After I die… cover my body with white cloth. Tell Taixu… not to lift it and look at me… I don’t want him to see me like this. I want him to carry in his memory… forever, the image of me from four thousand years ago.”

The Divine King grieved, yet had no tears to shed — his body had long since dried to nothing. He simply looked thus, unmoving, at the departed beloved.

Yet she would never wake again. Her body was cold; there was not a trace of warmth left.

The Divine King fell silent. Every memory of the past lay vividly before him — whispered words, a warm face… her vanished voice and smile seemed still to linger before his eyes; the heart-deep connection of the past had not dissipated even now.

Jiang Taixu’s spirit ached. He simply held this cold corpse in quiet stillness.

“Old Ancestor Divine King…” those nearby called out softly.

“Caiyun…” the Divine King whispered, his voice trembling.

He bore boundless grief and endless regret: watching his beloved sacrifice herself to save him and die at his side — the great pain in his heart was beyond expression.

Hatred raged like madness — the heaven-blessed Divine King choked with sobs, his eyes full of bleak grief.

Four thousand years before, robed in white surpassing snow, he had roamed unrivaled across all under heaven — who could compete? Now, returning in his twilight years, he could not even protect the life of the woman he loved most; she had died to save him.

Emotion would not be suppressed; the heart was in pain. He gazed up at the heavens, holding that cold corpse more tightly still.

“Ahh…”

The Divine King cried out. His boundless grief transformed into a surging killing intent — in this moment, the entire sacred city turned ice-cold, as if a murderous autumn wind had swept through.

The sacred city was like the arrival of deep winter — fallen leaves swirling, killing intent without end. When the Divine King’s wrath rose, Heaven and Earth trembled.

In this moment, the infinite vital energy of Heaven and Earth came surging here in a frenzy, blanketing the sky and covering the earth, converging upon the Divine King, submerging him.

He lifted his head, standing alone at the center of the field, absorbing the vital energy of all eight directions, swallowing the radiance of the moon and stars, his entire being enveloped.

“Why must the body be covered with white cloth? Why not let me see your face?” Jiang Taixu choked out, speaking to himself: “In my eyes, you have never changed — always the same, forever the same, whether four thousand years ago, or now…”

Everyone else maintained complete silence, watching quietly.

The vital energy of Heaven and Earth came rushing in like river and sea. The Divine King’s presence grew mightier and mightier, until finally, with both hands raising the old woman, he said in spiritual anguish, “You loved your youth — then I shall give you eternal youth.”

An ocean of vital energy, surging like tides — wave upon wave, roiling forward, pouring into the Divine King’s body.

Jiang Taixu’s two great hands blazed with light, becoming nearly translucent, pouring all the vital energy into the old woman’s body. He could not save her soul — yet he awakened her physical frame.

The old woman’s body was rapidly changing: the wrinkled skin slowly smoothed out, gradually growing luminous; sparse strands of hair began to grow.

“I shall wrest from the heavens above the ageless face for you!” Jiang Taixu roared — his voice like divine thunder, piercing through Heaven and Earth, shaking the sacred city, making everyone’s eardrums ring.

Endless divine radiance bloomed in all directions. Jiang Taixu, with his two arms, moved the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, forcibly pushing a withered body toward youth, slowly restoring it to vitality.

The old woman’s stooped body straightened completely. The wrinkles vanished entirely as she continuously changed.

Bathed in the endless vital energy of Heaven and Earth, the Divine King Jiang Taixu’s divine arts were unrivaled. He continuously shook his arms, and ultimately forced a shriveled and declining body to return to the appearance of youth.

The Immortal Fairy Caiyun was as if resurrected — as if returning to four thousand five hundred years before. Her hair was jet-black, her frame luminous, her peerless beauty fully restored, as if sleeping peacefully.

Jiang Taixu deployed his heaven-defying divine arts to restore her youth, then held her and looked at her quietly — as if returning to former days.

Yet the beauty had departed after all. Her divine soul had been extinguished. The Divine King grew dim — unable to speak a single word.

“Old Ancestor Divine King, please grieve in moderation and do not harm yourself…” Those nearby were all very worried. Jiang Taixu had only just been revived, yet was already deploying such heaven-defying divine arts — they feared something unexpected would occur.

“Caiyun…” Jiang Taixu called out softly, and then placed her within the Dragon Transformation Pool.

After that, he suddenly rose to his feet, lifted his head to the sky, and declared: “Now that I have been revived, not even the heavens can take me again!”

His gaze was sharp and penetrating beyond all others; his words were filled with immense confidence, as though he were making a proclamation to Heaven and Earth.

“Jiang Taixu, even if you have temporarily come back to life, we will give you no opportunity!”

Not far from the Dragon Transformation Pool, the three ancient monsters’ hearts were pounding, and they called out loudly. The thirteen Saint-level figures also revealed their killing intent, one after another driving their divine power as they attacked from the front.

Yet unfortunately, with the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar standing in this place, they could not in the short term break through the obstruction.

“Divine King Regeneration Technique!” Jiang Taixu roared — his dignity incomparable, lord over all under heaven. He stood in the field, receiving the infusion of vital energy from all eight directions, divine light continuously flickering.

This was a secret technique unique to the Divine King constitution: as long as the original source was not lost, the body could be restored — nearly possessing an undying form!

The three ancient monsters who had lived over four thousand years without perishing all struck out together, beginning to seal this expanse of space, cutting off all external connections, seeking to sever the vast vital energy the Divine King required.

The thirteen Saint-level figures also struck with full force. Their comprehension of the Great Dao was equally profound; they stamped imprints in the void to seal off all things.

Yet it was very difficult to obstruct. The radiance of the heavenly stars came surging down in a vast white expanse, like a great river of stars — a brilliant sweep — submerging the Divine King.

“How is this possible? The sacred city has been suppressed by an extreme Dao weapon, completely isolated from the greater Heaven and Earth. How did Jiang Taixu draw in the power of the stars throughout all the heavens?”

“He is using the Cosmic Sacred Cauldron to channel the Great Dao and seize the stellar power of all the heavens!” One ancient monster was shaken — this was not a good omen. Jiang Taixu had only just been revived yet already established a connection with the sacred cauldron — even imagining it was frightening.

Boom!

Suddenly, the extreme Dao divine might erupted. The hidden terrifying figure controlled the Emperor-level sacred weapon — simultaneously resisting the Cosmic Sacred Cauldron while driving a strike of divine might.

Boom!

The Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar was nearly sent flying. No one could make it revive; though its power remained terrifying, it could absolutely not compare with the Cosmic Sacred Cauldron or the other sacred weapon.

Boom!

The terrifying Pressure Aura struck again. The Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar shook once more, on the verge of being sent flying, no longer able to guard this place.

“Good, keep striking — break through the obstruction!”

“Help us charge inside and strike down Jiang Taixu!”

The three ancient monsters and the thirteen Saint-level figures saw hope and were greatly encouraged. As long as they could get inside, they could absolutely slay the Divine King, who was still very weak at this moment.

Hum!

The void trembled. The Cosmic Sacred Cauldron blazed with ten-thousand-zhang radiance, transforming into a scarlet blood divine phoenix soaring in the high sky — nearly shaking free of the other Emperor-level sacred weapon’s restraint.

“This is bad!” The terrifying hidden figure cried out in alarm.

He ceased all attacks and quickly moved to resist the Cosmic Sacred Cauldron — otherwise, if it were grasped by Jiang Taixu, likely no one would survive.

Whoosh— whoosh—

Before the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar, divine sources shattered, transforming into streams of divine radiance that poured into Jiang Taixu’s body. Dignified and majestic, he stood on the spot.

His presence grew mightier with each passing moment. His withered frame gradually became moist and supple; his frame rapidly recovered vitality as his flesh and blood continuously expanded.

The Divine King had already been revived — what he lacked was only the replenishment of vital energy. Now with the divine sources right before him, his recovery encountered not the slightest obstruction.

Boom!

The Cosmic Sacred Cauldron and the other Emperor-level sacred weapon continuously suppressed each other. Occasionally the extreme Dao divine might pressed down — yet all of it was blocked by the Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar.

Half an hour later, the three ancient monsters and the thirteen Saint-level figures all began to develop thoughts of retreat, nearly on the verge of giving up.

For at this moment, Jiang Taixu’s physical frame had become luminous and crystalline — no longer the skin-and-bones appearance of before. His dense black hair cascaded like a waterfall; he had been completely and utterly revived by the Divine King Regeneration Technique!

Dong!

Heaven and Earth shook. Jiang Taixu absorbed all the divine sources, and suddenly opened both his eyes — two cold lightning bolts in an instant rending the void, shaking the souls of all who beheld them.

Light flashed. He took one step forward, standing alone against the three ancient monsters and the thirteen Saint-level figures, raising his hand to take the Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar into his grip.

At this moment, he was robed in white surpassing snow, dashing and elegant as jade — nowhere was there a trace of the twilight and aging of before. He radiated heroic spirit, as though time had reversed and returned to four thousand years prior.

“Jiang Taixu…” One ancient monster trembled; his courage and gallbladder had both turned cold.

He suddenly recalled the heroic bearing of Jiang Taixu roaming unrivaled across all under heaven four thousand years before — indistinguishable from the present. He knew that the Peerless Divine King had returned!

Whether the three ancient monsters or the thirteen Saint-level figures, all felt their hearts pounding. Swept by the Peerless Divine King’s gaze, they could not help but tremble.

“There are so many of us — can we truly not slay a single Divine King?!” One Saint-level figure roared aloud, seeking to unite everyone into action.

Jiang Taixu’s eyes were profound and deep, his sword-like brows entering his temples. He was entirely calm — yet when he struck, he was like a supreme divine being walking through the human world!

Hum!

He moved in almost a single step into the midst of the crowd. This expanse of space directly shattered as he struck without discrimination, targeting everyone.

This was the Peerless Divine King — looking down on all under heaven. Facing so many top-tier experts, utterly undaunted, possessing the divine might of one who lords over all creation.