Legend of Zixia

Chapter 262 Taking the Stage to Play Chess
However, the Great Sage Heavenly Phoenix who had narrowly escaped finally confirmed the identity of the mysterious powerhouse after his soul was restored.

Just as all the previous signs had suggested, it was indeed the "human demon" recorded in the ancient clan's records.

That was not a myth, but a terrifying existence that truly existed in ancient times!
He single-handedly turned the ancient clans of that era upside down, and was eventually ambushed and sealed by the Qianlun Great Sage and his son from the Myriad Dragon Nest while he was delirious.

But now——

He has completely broken free from the seal, his yin and yang have returned to one, his mind is clear, and he is no longer suffering from the backlash of the cultivation technique.

The former "human demon" is no longer an out-of-control disaster, but a quasi-emperor-level powerhouse who has truly mastered the fusion of the Yin and Yang!
Even more terrifying is—

This was the second time he had intervened when Ye Fan was in danger.

The first time was when the entire Shenling Valley was wiped out, and even the ancestral kings were reduced to soup.
This time, the Blood Moon Clan was almost wiped out again, the Saint was destroyed, and even the Supreme Emperor Weapon could not protect them.

No one would believe this was a coincidence anymore.

The demon is protecting Ye Fan!

"Ah..." the Emperor's son roared, his face turning ashen, and smashed a teacup to pieces.

"How could Ye Fan still be alive?!" he roared hoarsely, his voice filled with resentment and anger. "My plan was meticulous, and the price was heavy—I persuaded the Blood Moon Clan's Saint to grant me the right to read the first volume of the 'Heavenly Emperor Scripture'; I also asked the Xuanwu Clan to conceal the secrets of heaven and sever the causal deduction; I even paid a great price to invite the Blood Phoenix Mountain's supreme imperial weapon to guard the place..."

Many ancient tribes knew that he had once persuaded the Blood Moon Clan to send a saint to assassinate Yevan, who was not yet a saint, and to do such a shameful thing.

This devastating blow to the Blood Moon Clan has dealt a tremendous blow to his prestige. As the son of a god, he is surrounded by an aura that no one else can match, but even he cannot withstand such extravagance.

The news caused a stir among the major ancient royal families.

The ancient beings who once held themselves high above and regarded humanity as mere ants are now forced to sit down and discuss matters.

Soon, a notice was issued, stating that attaining immortality was the ultimate goal of cultivators, and there was no need to fight each other on this path. Although Ye Fan's words were arrogant, he was ultimately young and impetuous. This was a dispute among juniors, and the older generation should uphold the Great Dao and not suppress him.

"Whether it was the ancient emperors or the human emperors of later generations, they all said that all things are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and that each race has its own reason for existence. Heaven treats all equally." Someone from the ancient royal family said these words, which once again shook the world. Have they changed their hardline attitude? Do they really want to treat the human race peacefully?
The chaos in the Northern Region has eased considerably, and both the human race and the ancient races have secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ultimately, as if a tacit understanding had been reached, no one from the ancient races spoke of going to war and conquering the regions with the most spiritual herbs, dragon energy, and earth marrow.

The major religions of the human race also made a timely statement, saying that the Five Regions are vast and boundless, with many famous mountains and rivers to occupy, and that no race will lack a pure land.

But for Ye Fan, the real storm has only just begun.

The number of challengers is increasing.

Not only the ancient clans' prodigies, but also the outstanding talents of the human race came to visit one after another—some to test their skills, some to make a name for themselves, and some to peek at their true combat strength.

Ye Fan accepted all challengers without hesitation.

From the banks of the Dragon Transformation Pool to the starry sky

The prodigy was invincible, and all his enemies were defeated. Even the direct descendant of the Silver Moon Royal Family, who had been cultivating in the Dao Slaying Realm for a long time, was sent flying by his punch!
Ye Fan even boldly declared that he was waiting for the princes and princesses of the ancient times to come and fight, displaying invincible confidence and momentum.

When Wang Teng learned of all this, he was stunned. Even in his most arrogant years, he would never have dared to do such a thing. Ye Fan's actions left him speechless.

On the cliff, Hua Yunfei stood silently for a long time, remaining speechless. He asked himself if he could look down on the world with pride, but he still did not have the courage to go mad at the entire ancient clan.

A divine waterfall, like a celestial river, descended from the sky, a vast expanse of white, shrouded in mist and rising smoke. The Holy Son of Yaoguang pondered silently for a long time, gazing at the horizon.

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Three days later, Zixia had just stepped into the Jiang family's ancestral land and had not yet taken her seat when Jiang Yifei rushed over: "Miss, the news is confirmed—the All Races Conference is about to be held!"

Zixia's eyes flickered slightly, and she paused lightly in her teacup.

"It's finally here," she whispered.

After months of maneuvering and negotiation, the taut tension between humanity and the ancient races has finally reached a point where a formal dialogue is possible. This time, it's not about one-sided oppression and concessions, but about sitting down face-to-face to discuss the future格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or格局) of the five domains. For humanity, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but also a high-stakes gamble with an uncertain future.

Since ancient times, the ancient races have lived high in the clouds, regarding humans as mere food and servants. Even with some recent easing of tensions, they have never truly been equals. Now, they are willing to gather together to discuss the Dao and establish a covenant—a truly astonishing act!
The Grand Assembly of All Races is an absolutely grand event, and the location and time of its convening will certainly be carefully considered.

Because this matter is of great importance. The ancient races were so powerful that if they wiped out all the strong human race members, they would have nowhere to turn for help.

Ultimately, after discussions among the various tribes and at the request of the human race, the venue for the conference was chosen to be Yaochi, a prudent arrangement.

The Jade Pool is protected by the Immortal Tears Green Gold Pagoda, also known as the Western Emperor Pagoda, which suppresses any unforeseen events and keeps all races in their proper place.

To demonstrate their sincerity, the ancient tribes agreed to the request, since they had not left the northern territory and were not afraid of a major battle.

However, everyone knows—

The calmer the scene, the more deadly the danger lurks.

However, Zixia was not worried.

Although the Grand Assembly of Myriad Races is dangerous, the truly fatal threat—the involvement of Great Saint-level experts in a battle—is almost impossible.

If any Quasi-Emperor or Great Sage attempts to suppress the gathering, it will immediately trigger a terrifying backlash. The Big Dipper is not without its share of talent; rather, it is a place teeming with hidden masters.

Gu Tianshu is hiding in Zishan; Dongfang Taiyi has broken free from his inner demons and achieved the unity of Yin and Yang, not to mention Gai Jiuyou, who is infinitely close to the Great Emperor!
The real problem for humanity at this moment is not the lack of top-tier experts, but rather the lack of mid-level combat power!
When Jiang Taixu stood alone with his spear against several ancient kings and nobles, the tragic grandeur and isolation of fighting against so many pierced the hearts of countless people.

It's not that he's not strong enough, but...

There's no one by my side!

The suppression of heaven and earth has just been lifted, and the younger generation of the Golden Age has not yet grown up.

But now——

Zixia is different now.

She quietly stepped into the realm of sainthood, her aura already perfected, but she actively suppressed it, thus avoiding triggering a tribulation.

Once she survives that deafening heavenly tribulation, her cultivation will soar like a galaxy flowing backward, solidifying her saintly status and potentially even reaching a higher level.

Her combat prowess extends far beyond her cultivation level.

The Divine Mark Purple Gold Scroll hangs overhead, the three paths merge into one, evolving into a small world;

The three supreme swords have all taken initial shape.

She is not an ordinary saint, but someone qualified to reach the end of the imperial path.

A night breeze swept through the Jiang family ancestral hall. She stood on the high platform, looking back at the path she had come from.

Once upon a time, she was merely a lost soul from another world, recalling a vow she made long ago:

Recalling her original aspiration when she first came into this world: "Now there is only one me, a woman, ascending the heavenly path, singing as I go, able to cover the sky with a flick of my finger. Even if I cannot live nine lifetimes in reverse, I will still sweep away the darkness and turmoil and live a carefree life!"

Now, her gaze is no longer as calm and serene as before, but has become solid and sharp, like a peerless divine weapon about to be unsheathed.

She gazed towards the Jade Pool, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice soft yet firm:

"The game has begun, and all races have gathered."

"I, Jiang Zixia, am ready to take the stage and play chess."

(End of this chapter)