Legend of Zixia

Chapter 271

The ancient clan saint who had just made the move turned ashen-faced, as if struck by lightning.

He, a living fossil-level ancestral king, possessed thirty-six pairs of divine wings inscribed with ancient heavenly patterns, and was once invincible for an era! Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!
That was his full-force attack.

But the result?

His "Heavenly Dao Divine Sword" was shattered inch by inch by Zixia's blade, its laws annihilated, leaving not even a trace of aftershock.

He stood there, his wings trembling slightly, and for the first time, disbelief and deep fear appeared in his eyes.

Behind him, the other six ancient kings remained silent, but the pupils of several of them had already contracted.

They finally realized—

This woman was no ordinary saint.

On the other hand, the human race was already filled with excitement and almost wanted to roar to the sky!

"We have a saint now!"

"Moreover, she is incredibly powerful, fighting the Ancestral King alone without being defeated!"

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock—

“Very powerful.” Another cold voice rang out, seemingly coming from the Nine Nether Ice Cave, “But, let me try.”

Another ancient king stepped out slowly, his entire body as if carved from cold jade, and the sound of ten thousand years of mysterious ice cracking could be heard as his eyes opened and closed.

As he landed, the temperature of the world suddenly dropped, and layers of frost crystals formed in the void, locking in the energy within a radius of ten thousand miles with extreme cold!

boom!!!
The great war has begun again!

The three fought without any moves or styles, relying purely on the clash of the Great Dao and the crushing of the laws.

But Zixia still held an absolute advantage! The sword light continued, and her magical power seemed inexhaustible.

"She... can actually suppress two Ancestral Kings at the same time?" someone whispered in a trembling voice. "This is beyond human power, it's almost like the 'prototype of the Imperial Path'!"

However, at this moment—

"Very powerful, but how many people can you fight?"

Third, fourth... fifth... sixth!

Apart from one ancestor who had remained aloof and indifferent, the other six ancient kings all attacked at once! They all joined forces to suppress Xiang Zixia.

Thousands of strands of light, forming ribbons of light, intersected and transformed into a single, divine bronze beam that cleaved down. Heavenly sounds resounded, and auspicious energies burst forth and descended.

This is the killer bronze unleashed by the combined efforts of the six saints, vying with heaven and earth for creation, and with the sun and moon for brilliance, advancing with both peace and slaughter.

"Boundless light, boundless eons, boundless power, eternal suppression!" The six shouted in unison, their voices shaking the universe, resounding throughout heaven and earth, and spreading across millions of miles of the Northern Region!
The void ahead collapsed with a deafening roar, and the light of chaos emerged. This attack cleaved open a primordial miniature world, filled with a terrifying aura as if the world had been created!
Auspicious colors descended from the sky, divine lotuses sprang from the earth, and billions of rays of light converged into a sea, like a galaxy pouring in reverse, condensing into an ultimate hammer capable of obliterating everything!

This was an incredibly powerful attack. Auspicious colors descended from the sky, divine lotuses appeared on the ground, and all kinds of light converged to form a divine sea!
The entire world outside the Jade Pool trembled!
Countless cultivators could not withstand the pressure and knelt on the ground. Even those who were not attacked suffered agonizing cries and collapses of physical bodies and primordial spirits.

Some of the weaker species even bled from all seven orifices and fainted.

The entire world looked like the end of the world had arrived!
"Despicable!!" Ye Fan roared like a raging lion, his eyes bloodshot and teeth grinding together. "You old bastards, ganging up on the few with numbers, have you no shame?!"

He whirled around: "Duan De! Old blind man! Lend me the Devouring Demon Jar! I'm going to wipe out all these scoundrels who have no martial ethics!!"

The Golden-Winged Roc King, the Purple Mansion Saint Son, and even the followers from the Eternal Starfield were all furious and their fighting spirit was boiling!
Even knowing that death is inevitable, we must still charge forward and fight!
Even if you only replace one, it's worth it!
But when they were truly ready to act—

An indescribable sense of oppression descended, as if the entire universe were pressing down on my shoulders.

Their bodies froze, and they couldn't even use their consciousness.

The gap is too big.

It's not even a fight on the same scale. They don't even qualify to "participate."

"Calm down!" The old blind man grabbed Ye Fan. "If this happens, it will cause the weapons of the ancient emperors to clash, and no one can bear that kind of price! Besides, the Jiang family has not made any unusual moves and should have a backup plan."

The entire place was deathly silent, except for one person and one dog.

Black Emperor squatted on the stone steps, his dog-like face gazing up at the figure bathed in the flames of battle in the sky. His eyes no longer held the usual playful cunning, but rather a kind of almost devout reverence, a reverence for seeing the beginningless.

"You have to trust her! She's not afraid of anyone! Just wait and see! Can't you teach her something good?"

High in the sky, at the heart of the fierce battle.

Zixia seemed to sense something, her mind stirred slightly, and she felt the burning gaze from the ground.

The corners of her mouth lifted very slightly.

The next moment—

Her figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind four identical silhouettes!
Each one exudes a perfect aura and flows with Daoist charm, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake, or to discern their true nature!
Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow separated from her body—it was the Black Gourd Dao Palace Deity!

This treasure had long been intertwined with her flesh and blood, and now it had transformed into an avatar identical to her, standing in mid-air.
Zixia formed a hand seal, and the divine purple-gold scroll above her head slowly unfurled—a dazzling light emerged from the depths of the scroll, and yet another Zixia stepped out!

Her eyes were clear and bright, and her aura was vast, as if she came from the future, or as if she transcended time itself!

The six Zixia, six incarnations, all possessed the majesty of saints, their gazes as cold as stars illuminating the night.

They stood silently in the sky, facing the six ancient clan ancestral kings who were coming to attack them, without any fear.

The next moment—

Move out together!

Six figures, each employing unique techniques, evolved supreme arts, merging to create a brand new world! Within this small world jointly created by the six figures of Zixia, mountains and rivers were upside down, the sun and moon reversed, and time and space were completely disordered. The six ancient kings' fierce and unparalleled attacks were neutralized layer by layer, and they were even trapped by their own own paths!
They were terrified and tried to break free, but found that their own Dao was suppressed, and their movements were slow as if they were stuck in a quagmire!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The ancient tribes showed fear on their faces, their hearts trembling with dread.

Who would have thought?

A human woman was able to single-handedly contend with six living fossil-level Ancestral Kings and even trap them in the New Heaven!
"One person overpowering six saints..." someone murmured, "What a magnificent sight!"

"Unparalleled in the world! The king among saints!"

In the Pure Land of Yaochi, the human cultivators were already in tears, gazing up at the six purple-clad figures as if looking up at the stars.

They finally have a strong person who can stand tall!
“You’re different!” The only one among the seven ancient kings who had neither spoken nor made a move spoke up, frowning slightly, and said, “How should I address you…”

"Jiang Zixia..."

"No, you've only just entered the Saint Realm. What kind of Dao have you attained that makes you far stronger than ordinary Saints?" the ancient king said in a deep voice.

Everyone present was astonished, especially the ancient races, who were even terrified. For this ancient king to say such a thing was enough to show that the human female saint before them was stronger than him.

"Times have changed. Every human saint is unique," Zixia said calmly.

However, these words struck like a thunderbolt, startling the ancient kings present and causing their expressions to change for the first time.

As for the others, only a few people figured out the meaning, and then they were all shocked.

This is the post-ancient era, which is very different from the past. Heaven and earth can hardly tolerate the appearance of sages, no one can prove the Dao, and even kings are almost nowhere to be seen!
These past years have been an era of despair for exceptionally talented cultivators. They possess extraordinary abilities but cannot attain enlightenment, spending their days in vain, growing old with gray hair, filled with sorrow, yet achieving nothing.

The situation was different before the Primordial Era. When the rules of heaven and earth had not changed, kings were not uncommon, and saints existed in all major clans. It was much easier to achieve cultivation than it is now.

In this era, there are very few kings who have achieved great success. The difficulty of becoming a saint is no less than that of becoming a saint in ancient times. With such harsh conditions, how can one take the step of becoming a saint?
Over the years, those who have managed to sever their path in the Immortal Realm have all been astonishing. Each of them has their own unique path, brought about by various great opportunities, and cannot be replicated.

To defy fate and take that step under circumstances where becoming a saint is not allowed, how strong must one's will and talent be?
The saints who achieved enlightenment under such a grand context are all incomparable and unique!
(End of this chapter)