Legend of Zixia

Chapter 255 Divine Soup

The Human Race's Holy Body is determined to challenge the Ancient Royal Family.

However, people didn't know why he was so assertive, as if he were completely fearless.

Even An Miaoyi was puzzled. Gazing at the distant night sky, she asked softly, "Where does he get his confidence?"

Upon hearing this, Zixia's lips curved slightly, her gaze deep and unfathomable. She didn't answer, but murmured silently to herself:

"May good fortune come to the Valley of the Gods."

Deep within the Northern Divine City, there dwells a true "fierce beast" that has been "greedy" for far too long.

That was Dongfang Taiyi.

The "Human Demon" old man, once revered and feared by the world, lost control of the power of the Yin and Yang, splitting into day and night—by day he was a god illuminating the heavens, but by night he fell into a bloodthirsty and violent demon, killing people and slaughtering immortals, even the great saints of the ancient clans avoided him.

However, on the way to the ancient star Yinghuo, the "Yin-Yang Fusion Method" that Zixia had injected into his body, with its principle of harmonizing Yin and Yang and returning to oneness, allowed him to completely break free from the shackles of the backlash of the technique and perfectly merge the two violent forces within him.

The fusion of Yin and Yang, though not a path to becoming an emperor he created himself, prevented him from reaching the threshold of emperorhood. However, it brought him inner peace and allowed his cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds. He was once at the peak of the Great Sage realm, but now he has broken through the shackles and entered the Quasi-Emperor realm!
At this moment, in a secluded cave beneath the divine city, he sat cross-legged, his aura restrained, but his eyes gleamed with interest.

"Little Yezi, have you figured it out yet?" he asked with a smile. "Which one is the best?"

Ye Fan sat opposite him, his face serious: "Let's go with the Divine Spirit Valley! They dare to threaten the entire human race just because one of their disciples died; they're notoriously protective of their own. Besides, they provoked us first. Most importantly—they've never produced an Ancient Emperor, so they can intimidate the ancient races with ease!"

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Moreover, they specialize in cultivating the soul, and their souls are even more refined and pure... Old man, tell me, if you stewed a pot of these, how delicious would it be?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Taiyi's eyes lit up immediately, and he licked his lips: "Hmm... It nourishes the soul, has abundant yang energy, and pure yin energy. It is indeed a good food."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

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Divine Valley, nestled amidst countless mountains and valleys, boasts a treacherous terrain and has been one of the ancient forbidden lands since time immemorial. In the past, this place was barren and desolate, a landscape of death and desolation. Yet today, however, the area within a radius of ten thousand miles is lush and verdant, with spiritual vines climbing cliffs, ancient trees reaching for the sky, and spiritual springs gurgling, as if the earth's veins, dormant for millennia, have been revived overnight.

This is a sign of the royal family's revival—the ancestral worship ceremony in Shenling Valley resonates with heaven and earth.

At the heart of the ancestral land, on an immortal altar stretching across the void, ancestral kings sat majestically, as imposing and unshakeable as ancient mountain ranges. With each blink of their eyes, scenes of cosmic evolution and the birth and death of galaxies appeared, ancient and profound, awe-inspiring. In the distance, ancient palaces stretched as far as the eye could see, golden tiles and purple pillars, carved with dragons and phoenixes, exuding the aura of primordial imperial power. Countless ancient beings roamed among them, their forms varied, some with wings on their backs, others as black as ink, all possessing boundless energy and astonishing combat prowess. Although the Divine Valley had never produced a Primordial Emperor and could not compare with top royal lineages like the True Phoenix Clan or the Golden Clan, its hundreds of thousands of years of heritage, profound foundation, and numerous powerful figures gave it an air of supreme dominance.

The cool moonlight spilled over the mountains and rivers, the night breeze rustled through the treetops, and all was quiet.

In the stillness of the night, almost frozen in time, a figure suddenly appeared deep within the ancestral land of the Divine Valley—

It was a creature that appeared to be a primitive man: his upper body was naked, emaciated, skin and bones, with ribs clearly visible, and skin as dry as old tree bark, yet it exuded an eerie vitality. His lower body was covered only by an animal skin skirt, and he wore straw sandals. He had no imposing presence whatsoever, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But the large white bone club he held in his hand was as smooth as jade, with countless patterns of all kinds of creatures on it.

He stood at the edge of the altar, unnoticed, as if he belonged to this silence.

The moonlight fell into his cloudy eyes, reflecting no ripples, only a trace of...long-lost thirst.

The next moment, he gently licked his chapped lips: "Wake up, I don't like prey that's playing dead!"

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"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the old man slammed his palm heavily on the table, causing the wine glasses to jump and the lamplight to flicker. This strike, though lacking divine power, possessed an astonishing aura, instantly pulling Zixia's wandering thoughts back to this small tavern in the southern region.

She looked up and saw that the old man in the gray robe had piercing eyes and a deep, trembling voice:
"miserable!"

He paused, as if one word couldn't suppress the shock in his heart. His throat bobbed, and he squeezed out the second half of the sentence, word by word—"How can the word 'tragic' possibly describe it!"

Everyone held their breath, listening intently as he continued:
"The Valley of Gods... is completely annihilated! From the ancestral kings who have entered seclusion to the minor cultivators who have just formed the Sea of ​​Wheels, none survived! The ancestral land was washed in blood, the corpses were turned to ashes, and even the divine souls were extracted and refined, leaving no trace! The entire valley is now as silent as a grave, even the grass and trees have turned into charcoal, only a large cauldron stands in the center of the altar, with ghostly fire burning under the cauldron, the residual heat still lingering."

The tavern was completely silent; even breathing was extremely quiet.

Only Zixia remained seated, her fingertips lightly twirling her wine glass, her expression serene, as if she were listening not to a horrific massacre, but to a casual chat.

The old man scanned the crowd and lowered his voice: "Do you know who leaked this news?"

The cultivators below immediately began to discuss among themselves.

"Could it be that the human race secretly spread this?"

"Impossible! How could I possibly fabricate something like that!"

One person couldn't help but stand up and said urgently, "Senior, stop keeping us in suspense! Even if the sky is falling, please finish what you've got!"

The old man then slowly uttered four words:

"It is an ancient tribe's primeval lake."

Everyone was shocked.

"When the Divine Valley was in dire straits, it sought help from the ancient royal family 'Primordial Lake,' which it had befriended. Several Great Saints, carrying the supreme imperial weapon 'Primordial Emperor Gourd,' traversed the void and rushed to its aid! But..." His voice suddenly lowered, like a blade slicing through the eardrums, "...that savage was already waiting on the road."

"Just as those Great Sages entered the border of the Divine Spirit Valley, the world suddenly changed! A gaunt figure stepped out from the void—naked, with animal skin covering his lower body, wielding a lustrous white bone club, his aura as withered as an ordinary person. But the next instant, an extremely powerful imperial weapon that completely concealed its aura appeared in his hand!"

"One strike! Just one strike!" The old man clenched his fists, his voice booming like thunder. "Those Great Saints didn't even have time to activate the Yuanhuang Gourd; their true spirits were annihilated on the spot! They didn't even have time to scream!"

"If the Yuanhuang Gourd hadn't sensed its master's demise and instinctively revived, transforming into a golden light to forcibly escape back to the Primordial Lake... I'm afraid the Great Battle of the Extreme Paths would have already broken out in the Big Dipper today!"

He paused, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes:
"The people of the Primordial Lake saw the final scene through the Emperor's Gourd—"

“A gaunt primitive man sat before a boiling cauldron, stirring with a ladle. Boiling in the pot were all the ancestral kings and powerful figures of the Divine Valley, their bodies and souls refined and transformed into a bubbling pot of ‘divine soup’.”

He even took a bite, smacked his lips, and said, "The taste is alright, but it's a little undercooked. If it were cooked better..."
This is a major event that has caused a sensation throughout the entire BeiDou system!

The old man surveyed the crowd, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. His tone abruptly shifted, taking on a slightly vulgar, teasing quality: "You are all fortunate to have heard me personally recount this secret today. Not a single word is false; every sentence comes from the Yuanhuang Gourd—why don't you hurry up and offer some of your source material as a token of appreciation?"

The tense atmosphere inside the tavern was instantly shattered by this single sentence.

Some people were stunned, then couldn't help but laugh; others rolled their eyes and muttered under their breath, "Well, so it's a paid storyteller!"

In the corner, a young cultivator pulled out a brocade pouch, poured out three fist-sized pieces of pure source, and tossed them over: "Our human race also has top-tier protectors! Finally, we can stop being treated like idiots by the ancient races!"

"Hmm." The old man took the source, weighed it in his hand, and without changing his expression, stuffed it into his sleeve. He then slowly picked up the teacup and blew on it. "Bring more next time, and I can add more chapters."

Zixia chuckled softly, flicked her finger, and a crystal-clear source, the size of an infant's fist, flew out and landed on the table. Its radiance flowed, revealing it to be a rare divine source!

The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly picked it up to examine it closely, his beard trembling with excitement: "Oh my! This is a rare find! The girl in purple is so generous! You will surely reach the pinnacle of cultivation in the future!"

(End of this chapter)