Legend of Zixia

Chapter 270 Colder than a blade, fiercer than fire

"when……"

The divine bell tolls endlessly, its echo penetrating the heavens and the earth, like the roar of the Great Dao, shaking the very souls of all living beings.

An unparalleled great figure has arrived—not one, but seven!

On the distant horizon, seven figures slowly approached.

Their figures were as tall as demonic mountains standing side by side. With each step they took, the earth sank and the void twisted, as if the entire world was trembling at their footsteps.

His entire body merged with the Great Dao, his physical form no longer seemed to be flesh and blood, but rather forged by the laws. With each breath, the stars would flicker and the years would whisper.

Seven ancient sages!

Seven living fossil-level ancestral kings!
They arrived together, their momentum overwhelming, causing the heavens and earth to display extraordinary phenomena:
Golden light and auspicious colors filled the sky; heavenly music was endless, as if immortals were chanting; and countless Dao runes spontaneously condensed, forming seven divine rings above their heads, illuminating the heavens!

This is a sacred and auspicious sight that only the strong, truly recognized by Heaven and Earth, can enjoy!
Each one possesses a unique divine law—whether it's the power to control reincarnation, life and death, time and space, or destiny!

But when everyone saw their true faces—their hearts turned cold.

The seven sages all came from various ancient races!
None of them were human saints, nor were any ancient clans or patriarchs of supreme holy lands present.

They weren't "participants" there to discuss the big picture; they were more like... judges.

Outside the Jade Pool, all was deathly silent, not a sound could be heard.

All living beings held their breath, not daring to breathe even a little louder.

The human cultivators felt as if they had been doused with cold water, their bodies turning cold.

If it weren't for the fact that the Demon King had previously suppressed the Big Dipper and the Investiture of the Gods had swept across the Northern Region, intimidating all races, the power of these seven ancient kings alone would have been enough to make the entire Northern Region kneel and submit!

This is the real terror—

It is extremely difficult for the human race to find even one saint, but the ancient tribes were able to send seven ancestral kings to oversee the matter at once!
The difference is beyond mere dust; it's like an ant looking up at a dragon!

However, these seven people were completely different from the Dragon-Headed Ancient King.

They were neither arrogant nor did they use intimidation to force people to kneel; instead, they remained unusually silent.

They stood like seven insurmountable mountains outside the Jade Pool, their eyes indifferent and their expressions icy, as if nothing in the world mattered to them.

Not contemptuous, yet surpassing contempt—

Because they simply didn't see it.

"The Yaochi Gathering is about to begin, and the seven Ancestral Kings will descend. This is truly a blessing for all races!" A powerful figure from an ancient race offered a veiled compliment, his voice filled with excitement.

"Please, esteemed seven seniors, come inside and take your seats." Several human leaders suppressed their anger, bowed respectfully, and spoke with a tone that was almost humble.

They knew that even the slightest negligence could lead to utter destruction.

But the seven ancient kings—

Indifferent.

They seemed to be deaf and blind, standing silently like seven eternal stone statues.

They neither responded nor took a step.

He simply left all the human leaders standing there with an indifference that transcended the level of life.

Several human leaders stood frozen in place, a chill running down their spines.

This is not an insult, but rather—

ignore.

Ants and dragons have no connection whatsoever.

No matter how angry you are, it won't even look down at you.

Although the Dragon-Headed Ancient King was arrogant, it was only in a fit of impetuous anger; he was still hateful and worthy of battle.

These seven... cold as ice, ruthless as the heavens, their very existence is the ultimate negation of the weak.

Until then—

"Greetings to the Ancestral Kings." The Heavenly Emperor stepped forward slowly, his expression solemn, and bowed in greeting.

The seven nodded slightly, and one of them said calmly, "Mm."

At that moment, everyone understood—

They don't ignore it; they only acknowledge those of the same level.

The Heavenly Emperor's son is the son of a god, whose bloodline can be traced back to the Immortal Heavenly Emperor. He is qualified to be on equal footing with them, while the rest of the human race... are not qualified.

"What kind of grand gathering is this?" Finally, an ancestral king with thirty-six pairs of divine wings spoke, his voice not loud, but thunderous, "Who here can sit on equal footing with us, discussing the future landscape? Discussing the rise and fall of the world?"

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on Zixia, who had just emerged from Yaochi:
"It was you... who killed that Ancestral King of Hidden Dragon River?"

Zixia stood in the wind, her purple robes fluttering, her expression serene as still water. She nodded gently and gestured with her hand:
"The grand gathering of all races is about to begin. If you esteemed ancestral kings do not mind, please come to the Jade Pool for a chat."

He was courteous and respectful, neither arrogant nor servile.

The ancestral king sneered and shook his head, saying, "It's not worth going in."

"What kind of grand gathering is it if there is no one to sit with us?"

"Sitting here in solitude, with whom can I speak? Even you... if you don't become a saint, you'll remain an ant in the end." Every word was like a knife, piercing straight to the heart.

The human cultivators clenched their fists, burning with rage, yet powerless to refute them.

Because—they simply can't produce a single saint!
But just then—

Zixia suddenly chuckled softly, slowly moving her shoulders and neck, as Daoist chants emanated from within her body.

The next moment—

boom!!!
A vast and boundless aura of sainthood erupted from her body!

Streams of holy power soared into the sky, their divine radiance shining brightly, illuminating the entire world!

Her entire body shone like a galaxy, and various strange phenomena appeared around her—a phantom of a flying immortal swept through the sky, ten suns burned across the sky, and the River of Destiny flowed beneath her feet!
She had already entered the realm of sainthood!

It has been suppressed and has not been revealed to the world!

The entire room fell silent.

Moments later, chaos erupted!

"She's a saint?!"

"Humans...have saints too?!"

"Right here among us, a true human saint!"

The human side was filled with excitement and almost cheered.

The seven ancient kings, however, were quite interested!

"No wonder you were able to kill the Ancestral King of Hidden Dragon River; you are also a Saint!" Another Ancestral King who had been silent spoke up.
“The ancestral king of Hidden Dragon River died without cause,” the third person said in a deep voice. “You are far superior to him.”

Meanwhile, the human race was in an uproar. This was a saint, a member of the human race, whose talent and elegance were unparalleled!
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Just then, the ancestral king with thirty-six pairs of divine wings stepped forward, his eyes sharp as blades:

“You killed one of my clan’s ancestral kings, so I’d like to ask for your guidance first.”

Before the words were finished—

Boom!!!

Heaven and earth shattered, and even the gods clashed!
The ultimate showdown between the two saints has begun!

Without any probing, without the slightest hesitation—

boom!!!
The duel between the two saints has entered its most violent phase since it began!
The laws of nature danced wildly, the void collapsed, and the world seemed to have returned to the beginning of creation, with every inch of space enduring a devastating impact.

The ancient king with thirty-six pairs of divine wings stood in the sky, his wings spread out like thirty-six suns rising at the same time. Each pair of wings was engraved with ancient Dao patterns, and with a gentle tremor, billions of lightning bolts exploded!

"Celestial Light Curtain, activate!"

A cold shout rang out, and the world suddenly changed.

The entire sky was covered by a layer of supreme divine law, transforming it into a forbidden domain that sealed off all escape routes.

Immediately afterwards—

"cut!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and a Heavenly Dao Divine Sword condensed in the void!
This sword is neither gold nor jade, but is forged from boundless laws. The sword body displays the scene of stars flowing and all things being born and dying, as if it were a killing weapon transformed from the "will of heaven" itself!
This sword strike was not aimed at the physical body, but rather at Zixia's foundation of the Great Dao!
If struck, at best the foundation of one's spiritual path will be damaged, and it will be difficult to recover in ten thousand years; at worst, one's destiny will be shattered, and one will be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation forever!
This is the true power of a sage—

A single strike can determine life or death, survival or demise!
As the sun sets, the sky is stained crimson.

Just as that world-destroying sword light descended—

Zixia moved.

She remained standing in the same spot, without taking a single step or invoking any phenomena.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, and the Universe Blade quietly appeared in his palm.

In that instant, the world seemed to be infinitely vast.

"cut."

With a single swing of the blade—

It was neither a deafening roar nor a spectacular phenomenon of all things surging forth.

The blade and the sword tip collided.

There was no sound; in an instant, time fractured and space folded.

That divine sword, imbued with boundless divine laws and symbolizing "Heavenly Judgment"—

It broke into pieces before everyone's astonished eyes!

The sword shattered, turning into a shower of light. Those once invincible fragments of laws vanished like dust, ultimately dissipating into the void without a trace.

In the fading light, Zixia still stood still, surrounded by crimson sunset clouds, as if she were wearing an invincible battle armor.

Her blade had vanished, but her gaze was colder than the blade and fiercer than a raging fire.

(End of this chapter)