Legend of Zixia

Chapter 267 Kowtowing One Hundred Times

Perhaps it was because the old man, the Demon Lord, first dominated the Big Dipper, and then the Investiture of the Gods swept across the Northern Region, shining with golden light.

Two earth-shattering events erupted in succession, shocking all races.

Before the All Races Conference officially began, the ancient race and the human race maintained a rare superficial calm—not a compromise, but rather neither dared to make any rash moves.

Deep within the Jade Pool, beneath the snow orchid forest, the place where Ye Fan resides has quietly become the center for the reunion of old friends.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the aroma of wine. As petals fluttered down, old acquaintances who had once shared life and death with him arrived one after another, as if time had turned back, taking him back to those passionate, youthful days when he sang and danced.

"Brother Ye!" A hearty laugh rang out from afar.

The prince of Great Xia arrived riding on clouds, adorned in brocade robes and a magnificent crown. His heroic spirit remained undiminished, and his eyes shone brightly: "Many years have passed since we last met. Today, we shall not leave until we are drunk!"

"Brother Yuekong, over here!" Li Heishui, with his sharp eyes, spotted the group from the Heavenly Demon Palace who had just entered Yaochi and shouted excitedly.

Yao Yuekong walked slowly towards them, his purple robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes like cold stars, his blood and qi surging like a river, his spirit almost boiling and burning, even the void beneath his feet trembled slightly. His demeanor was far superior to before; the Heavenly Demon Body, which had been weakened by his mother's schemes, had now completely transformed, replenished its origin, and rejuvenated!

"Ye Fan, Brother Hei Shui..." His voice was low, but he couldn't hide his excitement. "I never thought I would see you again."

Just then, the Great Xia prince turned his gaze to the Jiang and Ji families not far away, and laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens:

"Brother Haoyue! Brother Yifei! Sister Ziyue, Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion—and brothers over there, come, come, let's drink until we're drunk tonight!"

His words were like a spring breeze melting snow, instantly breaking down the subtle barriers between the younger generation of humans.

Zixia stood before the crowd, her pale purple dress billowing in the wind, her gaze calm and unfathomable. She uttered not a word, yet an aura of righteous power emanated from her. Upon hearing this, she gently raised her cup and clinked it against the others, her movements elegant yet sharp.

With the socially adept prince of Great Xia acting as a go-between, the initially somewhat reserved atmosphere quickly warmed up.

As they clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, old friendships welled up like a spring, and memories of fighting side by side in the past resurfaced one by one.

A group of old friends sat around the ancient snow orchid tree, its petals falling, the air filled with the aroma of wine, laughter and chatter filling the air. For a moment, they forgot the uncertainty of the future of humanity and cast aside their worries.

Familiar faces from the past kept joining—

Xiao Peng Wang also arrived, his feathered robes fluttering, his eyes sharp as knives. He went straight to Zi Xia, raised his cup in a toast, and said, "Long time no see, I still remember my vow!" The two drank a cup together, and before the wine was finished, their hearts were already connected.

Immediately afterward, the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion arrived. He also approached Zixia, but stood a little further away than the Golden-Winged Roc King, and bowed to Zixia in greeting.

Before long, Nan Yao and Qi Huoshui arrived together, bringing with them the Central Emperor, whom they were not very familiar with.

"Could it be him? I feel like I'm seeing an old friend in a daze." The Emperor muttered to himself, looking in one direction.

"You must be mistaken! Who can live that long?" Qi Huoshui said.

At the same time, Zixia's gaze was also firmly drawn to another figure.

On the forest path, a spirited and talented young woman was seen helping an elderly man with white hair walk slowly.

The young girl had beautiful features and an incomparably heroic air; while the old man was hunched over, with cloudy eyes, seemingly frail and lifeless.

As if sensing Zixia's gaze, the old man slowly turned his head and nodded gently to her.

There were no words, no spiritual transmission.

But that nod seemed to transcend eternity, carrying an indescribable tacit understanding and confirmation.

Just as my thoughts were churning and my mind was unsettled, a dark figure suddenly squeezed through the gaps in the crowd—

"Hey! Stop daydreaming!" Black King put his front paw on Purple Cloud's shoulder, his dog face full of smugness. "Don't you trust me with my work? How's my job?"

Its tail swung wildly, its two copper bell eyes darted around, and its face was full of self-satisfaction, as if it had just accomplished a momentous feat.

The Golden-Winged Roc King and the Purple Mansion Saint Son frowned upon seeing this.

Before Zixia could speak, it moved even closer, lowered its voice, and its tone instantly became both urgent and resentful:
"Now—when should we arrange for Ye Zi and me to meet?"
"boom!"

Finally, what was bound to happen had happened. A powerful ancient king descended, the divine bell rang incessantly, and an overwhelming aura of a saint surged into the Jade Pool without any attempt at concealment.

An ancient king with a dragon's head and surrounded by divine light strode in, and wherever he went, all living beings uncontrollably prostrated themselves in worship.

This was the pressure of a saint-level being, which ordinary cultivators simply could not withstand. He walked straight into the human group, and the sounds of people thumping down were incessant as they were all forced to their knees by his aura.

The might of a sage is irresistible!
He did this intentionally, striding forward and sneering, "I heard that no saint from the human race is coming to the Great Assembly of Ten Thousand Races. Could it be that you are too afraid to come? How shameful, hahaha... Humans, you are as cowardly as ever. What right do you have to sit on equal footing with us!"

He barged in alone, exuding an air of arrogance, and glanced sideways at everyone present. This oppressive aura made everyone's soul feel like it was about to crack.

The laughter was grating, and all the human cultivators present paled. It was an insult, tantamount to slapping them in the face.

His unrestrained laughter was like a knife piercing everyone's heart, utterly contemptuous, a lone figure facing everyone alone.

At this moment, even many ancient beings were astonished. This ancient king was clearly looking for trouble and had no intention of sitting down to participate in the conference of all races.

Not far away, the Heavenly Emperor's son revealed a sinister look, while the two ancient kings beside him exchanged a knowing smile. They knew that the real show was about to begin.

The chieftain of the Southern Ridge tribe could no longer contain himself. He suddenly stepped forward, his voice booming like thunder: "The Investiture of the Gods governs the Northern Region. The Great Emperor Wushi manifested divine miracles. Now the Great Assembly of All Races is about to be held. You, as an ancient king, do not respect yourself. Why do you look down on my human race like this?"

"Hahaha..." The Dragon-Headed Ancient King laughed loudly, looking down on everyone and showing no regard for the people present. All he saw was endless contempt.

"A bunch of ants, even now, are still pinning their hopes on a dead man?"

"What miracle? It's nothing but a joke!"

"That so-called 'Investiture of the Gods' is clearly just something that the demons and humans have paid a huge price to activate! My ancient clan has so many imperial weapons, how could we be afraid of a mere Great Emperor Artifact?"
He swept his cold gaze across the entire room, his voice like a knife cutting into hearts:

"If Wanlong's Nest could suppress him once, it can suppress him a second time!"

"But now? He doesn't dare show himself! He doesn't even dare to show a shadow of himself! He's afraid!"

"The 'guardian' you rely on is nothing but a mad dog hiding in the shadows!"

"How boring, how boring!"

He shook his head and sneered, his steps calm and composed as he walked step by step toward the area inhabited by the human race, like a king inspecting his subjects. "To this day, they still cling to the old ways, vainly hoping to turn things around with a great imperial artifact and a saint who dares not show his face? How utterly pathetic."

An uproar immediately erupted around them.

Reactions varied across different ethnic groups.

Some of those who were surprised nodded to themselves.

Some were worried, their brows furrowed, fearing that this move would once again trigger a backlash from the Emperor's power;

But many more people were incredibly excited!

Those ancient clan powerhouses who had once been intimidated by the golden light of the Investiture of the Gods and Dongfang Taiyi now seemed to have found their backbone.

"That's right!" The Emperor's son shouted in agreement from not far away, and Yuan Gu nodded as well.

As they gazed upon the towering figure of the Dragon-Headed Ancient King, their long-suppressed pride surged once more.

"Yes... no matter how strong that demon is, he is still not an emperor!"

"Even if Wushi was terrifying, he has been dead for eighty thousand years!"

"We are the true masters of this land!"

"Where is the Holy Body of the Human Race? How dare you disrespect the Heavenly Emperor's Son! Come out and kowtow to the Heavenly Emperor's Son a hundred times! Then cripple your cultivation, and I'll spare your life! Otherwise, I think we shouldn't start this!" The Dragon-Headed Ancient King suddenly changed the subject.

(End of this chapter)