“Why… why hasn’t the God King Ancestor come back to life yet…” When the last little dragon was also refined into Jiang Taixu’s body, the nine great elders turned pale and kept murmuring. Their eyes were full of anxiety and despair, as if they were waiting for an unknown result.

At this moment, Jiang Taixu’s withered body had almost returned to normal, his skin became rosy, and his muscles gradually became fuller, but he still did not wake up. He lay quietly in the Hualong Pond, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep.

“Is it really impossible to save the situation?” A group of great elders sat slumped beside the Dragon Transformation Pond, feeling extremely lost. Their voices were filled with helplessness and sadness, as if they had already accepted the worst outcome.

At the same time, a thunderbolt sounded above the walls of the Divine City, and a flash of lightning passed by. Jiang Han, Ye Fan, Ji Ziyue, Duan De, Jiang Yifei, Jiang Tingting and a group of people, as well as a big black dog, slowly walked out of it. The lightning gradually dissipated, and their figures gradually became clear, as if they had descended on this bloody battlefield with new hope…

The huge bronze door slowly opened with a roar, and Jiang Yifei’s clothes were fluttered by the cold air gushing out from the ground. The Dragon Pond deep in the underground palace was shimmering with dark blue waves, and the figure suspended in the middle of the pool was like a rotten wood gnawed by time – Jiang Taixu, the God King of the Jiang Family, the peerless strongman who had left a great reputation in the East Wilderness, was now curled up in the pool like a dried corpse, and the nine dragon-shaped light marks on the wheel sea were dim like candles.

“Has the fight already started?” Jiang Yifei pressed the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white from the force. The rock formation above his head exploded like thunder, and gravel fell. Through the cracks on the top of the underground palace, he saw the lights of magic weapons interweaving into a brilliant galaxy, and thirteen figures floating in the clouds like demons, and each of their auras was related to the laws of heaven and earth.

Duan De’s tattered cloth shoes rolled over the runes on the ground, and he gulped down a mouthful of wine from the gourd in his hand. “My friend, your ancestor demolished three palaces of the Immortal Emperor in Zhongzhou back then. Now these masters are all the overlords who were destroyed back then.” He narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure driving the ancient bronze ship in the sky. “Did you see the white bone banner standing on the bow of the ship? The old madman from the Blood River Sect in the Northern Territory was drained of blood by the God King for three hundred years to refine treasures. Now he is probably here to collect interest.”

Jiang Yifei’s veins popped out: “Damn Taoist! Stop talking nonsense!” The jade pendant on his waist suddenly glowed, it was a warning symbol exclusive to the Jiang family’s children, “My ancestor acted in the name of justice, these villains are just holding a grudge–” Before he finished speaking, half of a burning black iron sword suddenly fell from the crack, brushed against his hair and nailed into the ground, the mark on the sword that said “Cut off all injustice in the world” was still shedding sparks.

The Black Emperor squatted by the Hualong Pond, flapping his furry tail on the ground in annoyance, “Meow, the Hengyu Divine Furnace can’t hold on any longer!” His golden vertical pupils reflected the sky. The divine fire activated by the Jiang Family’s Grand Elder was being suppressed by a black and white divine sword. “Yin Yang Divine Sword! How could the Yin Yang Emperor’s sword be in the hands of that old man?” Suddenly, his ears stood up, “Wait… there is another hidden aura in the shadow behind the divine sword——”

Ye Fan stood by the pool at some point, his fingertips gently stroked the mottled seal of the God King on the stone wall: “It’s Jiang Yi from the Northern Territory.” He looked at the east side of the battlefield, the figure covered in blood but still tightly entangled with the three mighty men, it was none other than the bandit who fought alone against hundreds of beasts in the barbarian royal court. “Back then, he was hunted to the brink of despair by his enemies, and it was the ancestor of the God King who split the snow mountain to save his family.” At this moment, Jiang Yi’s wolf-head knife had been rolled up, but he still slashed out like a madman, and every ray of sword light carried the ruthlessness of dying together.

In the center of the battlefield, the red spot between Jiang Zhengming’s eyebrows was almost dripping with blood. He formed seals with his hands, and twelve Jiang family ancestral patterns emerged behind him, echoing with the Hengyu Divine Furnace in the air: “Second brother! Third brother! Guard the southeast wings!” He roared, but his eyes could not help but sweep towards the direction of the underground palace – the aura of the Hualong Pool was too weak, so weak that he, the head of the family, was terrified.

Jiang Yun’s Chixiao Sword split an ice ridge, but the phantom of the red dragon on the sword’s edge caused cracks in the opponent’s black ice shield. “Brother! Their target is not the divine furnace at all!” He caught a glimpse of three figures in the southwest corner pressing down, and their target was the entrance to the underground palace. “They want to rush into the underground palace to wipe out the roots!”

Jiang Yi’s wolf-head knife suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver light, and the word “Yi” carved by the God King himself appeared on the knife: “You dogs!” He spat out the broken teeth in his mouth, looking at the leader of the Blood River Sect who was approaching the underground palace, “The God King spared your life back then, today I will use your head as a sacrifice!” Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flew into the air, his blood burning into a giant red wolf, and slammed into the opponent’s bone banner.

“You don’t know your own limits!” The leader of the Blood River Cult sneered, and the banner moved without wind, and thousands of blood souls roared out. But the next moment his face changed drastically – when those blood souls touched the God King Seal on Jiang Yi’s body, they melted like ice and snow, “You… you practiced the God King Sutra?!”

High in the sky, thirteen figures suddenly formed a battle formation. The white-haired old man in the center took out half of a broken jade disc, and the word “Taixu” on the disc glowed with a strange red light: “Attack! While his divine essence has not yet recovered!” As the jade disc turned, twelve huge chains emerged in the void, each of which was engraved with god-killing runes, and smashed down towards the underground palace.

By the Hualong Pond, the seven great elders were covered in wounds. The oldest, Elder Jiang, used his cane to prop up the shaky barrier protecting the pond, his nails digging deep into his palms: “The master’s message… The divine furnace can’t hold on any longer.” He looked at the gradually transparent figure in the pond and suddenly coughed violently, blood staining the Jiang family emblem on his chest red, “It’s been four thousand years… Are we really going to let the Lord God King return home…”

“Brother Taixu…Brother Taixu…”

The ethereal calling sounded like a spring flowing through my heart, coming from the corridor deep in the underground palace. The sound came and went, with an indescribable desolation and tenderness, as if it had traveled through four thousand years of time, carrying countless days and nights of yearning. Jiang Yifei turned around suddenly, and saw a hunched figure slowly walking towards him in the shadow at the end of the corridor, leaving a faint light mark on the ground with every step.

The bronze cane the old woman was leaning on was full of traces of time. The five-colored feathered clothes were faded but still bright, forming a strange contrast with her old face. She had a head full of sparse white hair, but it moved without wind when she walked, and each hair seemed to bear the frost of a thousand years. When she raised her head, everyone saw the reflection of the waves of the Hualong Pond in her cloudy eyes, and the arc of her mouth was bitter and happy.

“Is it… Fairy Caiyun?” Jiang Lao’s cane fell to the ground with a clang, tears welling up in his eyes. He remembered that when he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination four thousand years ago, he had seen the amazing and brilliant Saint at the foot of the Wanchu Holy Land. At that time, she was dressed in white and stood in the clouds, like a banished fairy. “You… are still alive…”

The old woman’s gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on the figure in the pool. Tears slid down her wrinkled face: “Four thousand years…” She whispered softly, her voice trembling, “Back then you stood outside the Wanchu Holy Land for three days and three nights, beheading eighteen elders with your sword, just to take me away.” She raised her hand and lightly touched the surface of the pool with her fingertips. The water surface immediately rippled with colorful ripples, “But I didn’t dare to go with you after all… I was afraid of bringing trouble to the Holy Land, afraid of disappointing my teacher…” Duan De suddenly cursed, “Damn it, it’s the Order of the God King!” He saw faint golden patterns emerging around the old woman’s body. Those seemingly ordinary patterns faintly echoed the dragon-shaped light marks at Jiang Taixu’s wheel sea, “Did she secretly learn the way of the God King back then? No… This is…”

“It’s the longing that leads to the Tao.” Ye Fan said softly. He looked at the faintly visible Tao pattern on the old woman’s head. It was a law condensed by pure longing and obsession. “The saint of Wanchu Holy Land cannot be moved by love, but she turned her longing for the God King into the foundation of Taoism, and cultivated beside the green lamp and ancient Buddha for four thousand years…”

“You younger generations…” The old woman suddenly raised her head, a startling light bursting out from her cloudy eyes, and she slammed her cane heavily on the ground. “You were scared by Brother Taixu’s beating back then, and now you’re taking advantage of his weakness to wipe him out completely?” The golden patterns on her body suddenly spread out, transforming into hundreds of divine chains of order, each of which was entangled with the power of time. “Want to take his life? Step over my body first!”

As soon as the Blood River Cult leader’s chains touched the underground palace barrier, they were entangled by the divine chains and shattered. His face changed drastically: “Divine King Order! How could you…” He suddenly remembered the secret of Wanchu Holy Land. It was said that when the Divine King made trouble in the Holy Land, he left three divine patterns in the forbidden land. “You…you have been practicing the Dao left by the Divine King in the forbidden land?!”

The old woman did not answer, but walked towards the Dragon Transformation Pond step by step. With every step she took, her feathered clothes lit up with a color, as if she was regaining her lost youth. When she stood by the pond, her five-colored feathered clothes were already brilliant, but her face became even older, as if all her vitality was being transformed into the power of the Dao pattern.

“Brother Taixu…” She stepped lightly into the pool, and the water parted automatically, revealing the hideous scar on Jiang Taixu’s chest. “Back then, you blocked the fatal blow from the Saint Land elder for me. This scar… I still remember the temperature of the blood flowing in my palm.” She hugged Jiang Taixu tremblingly and rested his head on her chest. “Now it’s my turn to protect you…”

High in the sky, the pupils of the old man holding the Yin-Yang Sword suddenly contracted. He felt the Dao pattern fluctuations coming from below, a power that even the sword intent left by the Yin-Yang Emperor would be afraid of: “King of the Dark Night, take action!” He roared, and the sword suddenly burst into black and white sword light, “We can’t let her wake up Jiang Taixu!”

In the void, a black shadow condensed like ink. The man wearing a bronze mask slowly appeared, and the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand made a clear sound. The Yin-Yang fish pattern on the sword spun wildly: “Caiyun, why are you doing this?” His voice seemed to come from the underworld, “It’s been four thousand years, Jiang Taixu has long been a dry bone in the tomb, why did you sacrifice your life for him?”

The old woman looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: “So it’s you… the rat who attacked Taixu outside Wanchu Holy Land back then.” She gently stroked Jiang Taixu’s back and transformed her own divine essence into colorful streams of light and injected it into his body. “Back then, you used forbidden techniques to secretly learn the Yin-Yang Sword Intent, and now you have become a hegemon?” She suddenly sneered, “What a pity, your Tao… was stolen after all.”

The water in the Dragon Transformation Pond began to boil. Jiang Taixu’s body gradually began to shine, and the shadows of the nine little dragons in the wheel sea became clear again, and there was even a faint light in the dragon’s eyes. The old woman’s hair was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the brilliance on her five-colored feather clothes was extinguished one by one. Only the jade pendant on her chest was always lit. It was the token of love that Jiang Taixu gave her.

“Senior Caiyun!” Jiang Yifei wanted to step forward, but was held back by Duan De. The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, “She is exchanging her life for another’s… using her divine essence to ignite the vitality of the God King.” He looked at the old woman’s increasingly hunched body, and suddenly remembered the scene he had seen in the ancient forbidden land, “When the ruthless emperor forged a sword for his brother, he also used his own Taoist foundation as a guide…”

The Black Emperor suddenly got angry: “Damn it! That old man’s sword is coming!” It leaped up and spurted out a golden flame from its mouth, but it was easily split by the sword of the Yin-Yang Sword. Ye Fan attacked at the same time, and the fist of the Ancient Saint Body collided with the sword, but was shocked and retreated three steps, with blood oozing from his knuckles.

“Stop them!” The voice of the Jiang family patriarch came from high above. He was covered in blood, and the cover of the Hengyu Divine Furnace had been cracked, but he still blocked the three attacks, “We can’t let them hurt Fairy Caiyun!”

The old woman suddenly raised her head and looked at the Dark Night King in the sky: “Do you think… with your sword, you can cut off four thousand years of longing?” The jade pendant on her chest suddenly shattered, turning into dots of fluorescence and merging into Jiang Taixu’s body, “Brother Taixu, you said that you would take me to see the snowy scenery of the Eastern Wasteland and travel through the Zhongzhou Fairyland…” Her voice became softer and softer, “Now… it’s your turn to take me away…”

Jiang Taixu’s eyelashes suddenly trembled. The nine little dragons in the wheel sea raised their heads at the same time and roared loudly. Amid the dragon roars, countless divine patterns suddenly appeared on the walls of the underground palace. They were the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Jiang family. At this moment, they were all activated and turned into golden light rain that flowed into the Dragon Transformation Pool.

“Awake! The God King is awake!” Elder Jiang knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, and the other elders also knelt down. Jiang Yifei looked at the figure in the pool that was gradually straightening up, and suddenly remembered the legend he had heard when he was a child – the God King Jiang Taixu, who was a figure who could tear the starry sky with his bare hands.

For the first time, the Dark Night King’s face showed panic: “Impossible! His divine essence has clearly been exhausted–” He frantically urged the sword, but found that the sword’s momentum was getting slower and slower, as if it was imprisoned by some force, “How dare you burn the wheel of life?!”

The old woman’s mouth was bleeding, but she smiled brightly: “Life Wheel?” She pointed to her chest, where a transparent light wheel was slowly breaking. “I don’t have a life wheel anymore… Forty years ago, I divided the life wheel into ten parts, each of which contains my thoughts for you, Brother Taixu.” She looked at Jiang Taixu’s eyes that were gradually opening, “Now… the last part should be given to you.”

Golden pupils pierced through the chaos. Jiang Taixu slowly raised his head and looked at the battlefield above his head. His eyes swept across the thirteen great powers, across the cracks on the Hengyu Divine Furnace, and finally fell on the old woman in his arms. Four thousand years of time flowed in his eyes, and those sealed memories came like a tide – Bai Xue of Wanchu Holy Land, her white clothes that were whiter than snow, and the Changsheng Sword that was broken for her. (End of this chapter)