Legend of Zixia

Chapter 273 Stopping war with war, proving the truth with blood
A gloomy atmosphere settled over everyone. They stood motionless on the ground, waiting for that moment to arrive. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, and they could hardly breathe.

What's coming has finally arrived, and there's no escaping it. Whether it will be a great era of symbiosis or a chaotic era of darkness, the answer will be revealed today.

At this critical moment, no one can remain calm. This is a negotiation that will be recorded in history, concerning the future of all peoples and having a far-reaching impact.

"Peace talks...only weak races use that word. But I'd like to see what the current sage is capable of!" A cold voice came from outside the Pure Land, showing no mercy.

In the morning light, three tall figures walked in, their strides powerful and their armor gleaming with a metallic sheen. All three were made of divine metal, and were of the highest quality.

"Very well, all of you old friends have arrived. Let's go to Yaochi together and see who can sit down and talk with us!"

People were horrified. Eleven saints arrived in person, all of them possessing immense magical power, and they seemed to have come from the ancient land like living gods.

"Let's go to the Jade Pool and see what's so special about the legacy left by the Western Emperor..."

The visitors were clearly hostile. Although the eleven ancient kings did not deliberately display any external aura, their combined presence was overwhelming, making it impossible for people to stand. Almost everyone knelt on the ground.

People were horrified. It wasn't just five or six people, but more than a dozen. Even if Zixia possessed unparalleled talent, could she contend with so many? Everyone was filled with despair.

This is not an equal confrontation at all. If a real war breaks out, these people will have an overwhelming advantage. And that's not all; there will definitely be more people behind them.

A thick, heavy column of green mist descended from the sky, and the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda stood in a small world, appearing and disappearing, with surging chaotic energy.

"The aura of an ancient emperor... Is that the legendary Western Emperor Tower? I can't see it clearly. I really wish I could hold it in my palm and take a closer look," one of the ancient kings said with a cold laugh after looking up.

People were deeply shaken. Was this a provocation? Perhaps in the near future, such a thing would really happen, and they would attack the human race's stronghold and seize the imperial weapon!

An ancient king warned us to speak less, lest the tower fall and we all turn to ashes.

Another sage said that Yaochi could do this, since at least two ancient imperial weapons were aimed at this place. If they really made a move, it would be hard to say who would be reduced to ashes.

After these eleven people entered, they felt no pressure in the face of the Western Emperor Pagoda, acting as if no one else was around, and pointing out the Pure Land of Yaochi.

The humans present were all terrified. This was a well-prepared attack. Two ancient imperial weapons were pointed at Yaochi, their power earth-shattering. If a war were to break out, the Northern Region would likely be sunk.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, but it's not impossible! The clash of weapons between the ancient emperors was a price no one could afford.

The pressure on people's hearts is as huge as a mountain, almost suffocating them.

Tongtiantai is a towering, thousand-foot-high, barren mountain, as if a great mountain had been cut in half, with the cross-section forming a vast, boundless platform.

Legend has it that this was originally the highest mountain in the Northern Region, which was carved into a platform by the Western Emperor. Even though it was broken, it was still magnificent and had the aura of a king of mountains.

It can serve as a training ground or a meeting place, accommodating as many people as possible, as it is engraved with the Western Emperor's emblem.

Back then, it took a lot of effort to move Yaochi to its new location, bringing this mountain into the Pure Land.

At the center of the Tongtian Platform, Zixia sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. Behind her were many leaders of the human race, and opposite her were a few ancient saints who still retained goodwill.

"I thought the human race was so powerful that it dared to convene a conference of all races."

"So... you're just a little girl, and you dare to sit on this high platform?"

The speaker was an ancient king from the Northern Abyss Clan, his entire body covered in black ice scales, his eyes like the depths of a frigid abyss. His gaze swept over us, his killing intent undisguised; he had clearly come to provoke us!

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

But what's even more shocking is—

Zixia merely glanced at him indifferently before closing her eyes again to rest, as if the one who had just spoken was not an Ancestral King at all, but a noisy ant.

The temperature plummeted, and a chilling murderous aura filled the air. The eleven ancient kings all looked over, staring at Zixia with utter indifference on their faces and eyes as sharp as knives.

But in that one glance—

The ancient king trembled violently, as if struck by lightning!
The ice around him suddenly shattered, cold sweat instantly soaked through his Taoist robe, and he involuntarily took half a step back, fear appearing in his eyes for the first time!
Before he could even react—

"The temperature has plummeted." No, it's not that the weather has gotten colder, it's that a murderous aura has descended!
Eleven ancient kings slowly approached from all directions, standing outside the high platform like eleven demon gods returned from hell. They neither attacked nor spoke, but all looked at Zixia with eyes as sharp as knives, cold and ruthless, as if looking at a dead man.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, and the void distorted slightly, as if even heaven and earth were trembling for this storm.

A major war could break out at any moment.

Countless onlookers turned pale, trembling with fear, not daring to breathe even a little louder.

Just then, another sarcastic remark rang out—

"Ha...just a woman."

"Humanity is truly hopeless. Even negotiations require women to take the lead. How can they have the face to discuss 'co-governance of the world'?"

Upon hearing this, many human leaders glared angrily and clenched their fists.

This is no longer a discussion, but a blatant insult!

That man was none other than an old ancestral king from the Thirteen Caves of Fire Kirin, who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years. He was ruthless and cruel, and came solely for slaughter. A smile played on his lips, but there was not a trace of kindness in his eyes. He intended to break the backbone of the human race before negotiations even began!
"Since you have come from afar, why don't you sit down and have a talk?" A disheveled middle-aged man from the Divine Silkworm Clan finally spoke, his tone calm, trying to ease the situation. "Since this is a grand gathering, we should value harmony above all else."

"Peace?" The ancient king sneered, interrupting directly, "Weak races have no say, there's nothing to talk about!"

His gaze swept across the human race, filled with utter contempt:
"It is a blessing that you are alive and standing here."

"They dare to dream of being on equal footing with us? They're nothing but a bunch of ants."

He didn't even give the disheveled middle-aged man from the Divine Silkworm Clan the slightest bit of face, turning around and leaving with an extremely arrogant back view.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.

The eleven ancient kings stood motionless, like eleven insurmountable mountains, turning the entire Tongtian Terrace into a battlefield of carnage.

They are in no hurry to act, yet they are more terrifying than those who act.

They are using their momentum to crush the dignity of the human race bit by bit.

Zixia finally opened her eyes.

His gaze was like lightning, without anger, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all eleven ancient kings.

In that moment of utter silence—

Of the eleven, the young sage who had remained silent the entire time spoke up.

"Now that things have come to this, any talk of negotiation is nothing more than a pretext for war."

"We've only arrived a step ahead... The real powerhouses are still on their way."

He paused, his tone unchanged, yet it carried an endless chill:

"You have slain seven saints and shaken the Big Dipper; you are indeed qualified to sit on this high platform."

"But if we stop here, from today onward—you and the human race will still have no right to speak!"

"Want to talk? Sure."

"But we must first establish a 'pose'."

"Without blood paving the way, how can one be qualified to discuss the Way?"

Upon hearing this, the eleven ancient kings simultaneously stepped forward, their killing intent converging into a river that caused the jade stones surrounding the Tongtian Platform to crack, and the space to wail in agony!
"Alright then, let's fight here." Zixia said decisively, without saying anything more.

(End of this chapter)