"Shameless!" The crowd was furious.
"Hehe, you're just envious, aren't you? Too late, we don't want you anymore. Not just anyone can join our race, you're not qualified." Those cultivators who voluntarily abdicated their clan status and became members of the ancient race were very proud.
When the warriors of Shenling Valley saluted them, their arrogance soared even higher.
Separating from humankind was the most correct thing to do...
They laughed, overjoyed that they too had become part of the ancient race.
"Why greet those scumbags?" On the warship, a warrior from the Divine Valley asked in bewilderment. Abandoning one's own race is despicable in any era.
“We need to divide and weaken humanity,” the leader of the Divine Valley replied.
Dark clouds rolled in, and battle aura soared to the sky. One after another, ancient warships from the Valley of Gods took to the air, densely packed and blotting out the sun, revealing the formidable power of the ancient royal family, a power that inspired fear and trepidation.
Shenling Valley launched a war against the Nanling barbarians and embarked on an expedition to Nanling.
Buzz~~~
The cultivators of Shenling Valley joined forces to open an enormous dimensional gate, allowing the warship to pass through, cross mountains and rivers, and reach the Southern Ridge.
An earth-shattering battle is about to erupt!
"Unless an ancient emperor is resurrected, no one can save you!"
Shenling Valley made this announcement.
Arrogant and domineering, with an aura that can swallow mountains and rivers, this is the Divine Valley, a relatively powerful royal family among the ancient races.
Although the Nanling barbarians are strong, they are no match for Shenling Valley.
At the level of saints, the barbarians are at an absolute disadvantage.
However, the barbarians were fearless and their fighting spirit soared. The warriors also mobilized to keep the enemy at bay.
Eastern Wilderness, Northern Regions.
"Let the barbarians become history, wipe them out in one battle!"
"Exterminate the Southern Ridge barbarians, then slaughter the Ye clan!"
This was the aloof and ruthless voice of the Divine Valley, proclaiming to the Northern Region and revealing the majesty of the ancient royal family.
Countless living beings trembled at the mere mention of it.
Shenling Valley, nestled among thousands of mountains and valleys, was originally barren, but now it is lush and green for tens of thousands of miles around.
A majestic ancestral king, as imposing as a mountain, sat cross-legged on an immortal altar, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of time, depicting scenes of cosmic evolution and the collapse of star seas—a truly terrifying sight.
In the distance, ancient temples stood one after another, inhabited by many ancient creatures, incredibly prosperous and each one extremely powerful.
In the ancient times, resources were abundant, far surpassing those of later generations. Even the most precious divine resources could be easily extracted.
After the ancient times, divine sources have become a scarce resource.
Although the Divine Valley cannot compare with the great clans that have produced ancient emperors, it is still a veritable royal family, standing out from the crowd and capable of dominating a vast region.
"Ancestor King, it has been found that the Barbarian God of the Southern Ridge Barbarian Tribe is their seventeenth ancestor. He is indeed incredibly powerful and has boundless magical power, but he is about to transform into the Dao. Once he leaves the source of the divine, he will immediately become a law of the Great Dao and return to the natural world."
A ferocious ancient creature with four heads and eight arms knelt on the ground.
“Killing such barbarians from the Southern Ridge won’t take too much effort. Annihilating them in one battle and staining the Southern Ridge with blood is easy to do,” said another handsome ancient being. He was of a very high status, even on par with the Ancestral King of the Divine Spirit Valley.
He is the son of the Emperor, and yet he has come here.
The Emperor's son's status was too illustrious. As a descendant of the gods, he was treated as an honored guest by the ancestral king and was treated with great courtesy.
“The Heavenly Emperor’s son is right. Slaughter all the barbarians of the Southern Ridge, let the blood flow like rivers and the bones pile up like mountains. Then the Holy Body of the Human Race will surely come to fight to the death, and we will kill them all in one fell swoop!” a creature said grimly.
"Now that everything is clear, what are we waiting for? Kill! Mobilize the warriors, wash the Southern Ridge in blood, and slaughter all the barbarians!" Some ancient beings, of lower status and not qualified to sit down, all echoed this with chilling silence.
On the altar, the ancestral king's gaze swept across the land like a meteor streaking across the sun, silencing all the ancient beings and preventing them from uttering a sound.
"If you annihilate the Southern Ridge Barbarians and seize the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron of the Human Race's Sacred Body, I will borrow the first volume of your Heavenly Emperor's Ancient Scripture to read it," the Heavenly Emperor's son said indifferently.
One can receive courtesy simply because of their birth, but that doesn't give them the authority to command royalty like those from the Divine Valley.
But the ancient scriptures of gods have that charm!
"What?! The first volume of the Ancient Scripture of the Gods?!" The Ancestral Kings were shocked and looked at each other, both of them excited.
The Undying Emperor, the sole deity in the hearts of all ancient races, supreme and unparalleled!
The Emperor's Scripture he left behind is known as the Ancient Scripture of the Gods, and every ancient tribe longs to see it.
This was especially true for royalty, who longed for it even more.
The royal family has its own royal scriptures, created by their own royal family, which are more suitable for them, and they do not need to covet ancient scriptures of gods.
"Alright, those savages should disappear. Let's massacre them in the Southern Ridge, give the human race a good beating, and wake them from their illusions!"
"Pass down the order to accelerate the construction of the domain gate, assemble the warships, and prepare to depart!"
The ancestral king's decree, though spoken in a plain tone, carried a sense of profound vicissitude and grandeur, as if mountains and rivers were collapsing and the sun and moon were setting.
“Alright, the first volume of the Heavenly Emperor's Ancient Scripture, I’ll wait for you to come and collect it,” said the Heavenly Emperor’s son.
"Please rest assured, Son of God, I will deliver the head of the Human Race's Holy Body along with his cauldron, and wash the Southern Ridge in blood. However, I need time," said the Ancestral King.
The Emperor's son nodded. His father's ancient scripture had many volumes, and the last volume contained many powerful techniques for killing.
The Emperor's son felt it was a worthwhile exchange: he offered the first volume of the Heavenly Emperor's Ancient Scripture to the Ancestral King of the Divine Spirit Valley in exchange for the Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things and the allegiance of the ancient royal family of the Divine Spirit Valley.
Outside the Valley of the Gods.
Many powerful figures are lurking in the shadows; some have concealed their whereabouts, while others have not.
The Holy Prince, wielding a celestial iron staff, was also observing the Valley of the Gods. He believed that Ye Fan and his group would definitely come!
Making others suffer for him is not Ye Fan's style.
The Holy Prince was cut out of the Divine Source by Ye Fan. They had met several times and got along quite well.
Unlike the Heavenly Prince, the Holy Prince was a lone monkey with only a magic iron rod.
"Heh, quite a few people have come," the Holy Prince murmured. A great change was about to occur, but he was fearless.
If you want to become an emperor, it's very difficult to succeed without having the mindset of being invincible in heaven and earth.
There has only ever been one Great Emperor of Chaos.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, the Holy Prince paused, the immortal iron rod in his hand trembling slightly, as if he had sensed something.
"An ancient imperial weapon? Or an ultimate imperial weapon?"
The Holy Prince raised his head, and several figures flew in from the horizon. The one on the left held a magic jar in his palm, which stimulated the Immortal Iron Rod to the point that it almost revived.
The Immortal Iron Cudgel is the imperial weapon of the Fighting Saint Emperor.
“That person…” The Holy Prince’s pupils contracted. The aura emanating from that person was as vast as the universe and starry sky, beyond comprehension.
At this moment, many powerful figures noticed Cao Ya and his group, and they all looked up at them with different expressions: some sneered, some were annoyed, and some were delighted.
In the Valley of the Gods, several ancestral kings, as well as the Heavenly Emperor's son and others, suddenly stood up, gazing at the figures on the horizon with grim expressions.
"There are quite a few powerful individuals here today, and there are even more than one imperial weapon among them." Cao Ya chuckled, looking down at the Divine Valley below, where warships radiated divine light.
His gaze swept across the crowd, lingering only briefly on special figures such as the Holy Prince.
Deep within the void, there lurked a mysterious and terrifying figure, seemingly of royal lineage, wielding imperial weapons, whose presence even he could not fully comprehend at the moment.
"A Great Sage of the Primordial Royal Family?!" Cao Ya thought to himself with a chill.
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