The God of Heavens

Chapter 124 The Ancient Myriad Clans Are Coming
A great battle came to an end, the holy body broke through the four extreme barriers, the Holy Son Yaoguang killed the king, and the Eastern Wilderness was shaken, which will surely cause an uproar.

The Yaoguang Holy Land had transformed from its former solemnity into a sea of ​​jubilation. Li Daoqing held a large banquet, and for a time, the holy land was packed with distinguished guests.

The visitors included forces that had always been on good terms with the Yaoguang Holy Land, as well as people from all sides who were optimistic about the potential of the Holy Body and were eager to make friends with it in advance.

During the banquet, many saints gathered together, talking and laughing, drinking and discussing the truth, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, the Holy Maiden of Zifu and other beauties competed for beauty and were dazzling, attracting everyone's attention.

Lin Yu was full of heroic spirit, sitting high on the jade platform. Seeing the various forms of the world, he could not help but feel heroic and laughed loudly: "Today, all the characters are here, just like the stars gathering together. It is a good opportunity to explore the profound avenue together. Isn't it a pleasure!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sound of piano suddenly rang out in the room.

The Saintess of Purple Mansion plucked the strings with her delicate fingers, and celestial music rose up like the sound of a flowing spring, cleansing the mind and soul. Her eyes flickered as she spoke softly, "Fellow Daoist Lin, your words are well-meaning. The great Dao is like an abyss, and it requires the participation of all heroes."

The Saint Maiden of Yaochi raised her white hand lightly, and a glass jade cup floated in the air. The nectar turned into starlight and scattered down, illuminating the whole hall.

She smiled faintly and said, "Since that's the case, why not meet friends through Taoism? I have the 'Nine Transformations to Question the Heart' method in Yao Chi, and today I'd like to share my insights with you all."

The Ji family's divine body laughed when he heard this, and with a wave of his sleeves, a vast star map suddenly appeared on the top of the hall. Countless stars flickered and moved, and the trajectory of the avenue was looming.

"Okay! Then let's use the stars as our board and the Dao as our chessboard. Let's see who can glimpse the secrets of heaven today!"

In an instant, the atmosphere was filled with the interweaving of Daoist rhythms, and a radiant glow spread across the banquet. The Saints and Saintess each displayed their magical powers, some creating visions, some expounding profound principles. The entire hall resounded with Daoist sound, even causing a Dao bell deep within the holy land, silent for a thousand years, to toll itself, its sound reverberating throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

In the distance, among the saints, pairs of deep eyes watched all this, whispering: "The great era is about to begin, and the stars are shining, but unfortunately the sun is in the sky, and I wonder what the future will hold?"

"Son of Saint Lin, I wonder if the Great Sage of Antiquity is in the Holy Land? Can we have the honor of meeting him?"

An old man in golden feathered robes asked, his sleeves fluttering as if he were ascending to heaven. This man was none other than the mighty one of the Zhongzhou Qishi Mansion, and his question immediately drew the attention of the many Saint Lords present.

Lin Yu looked up and shook his head gently: "The saint has left Yaoguang for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the old mansion master couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity!" "The Qishi Mansion gathers the insights of the sages, specifically to train young supreme beings to embark on the ancient path of the stars. If they could obtain the mark of a great sage, the inheritance would surely be elevated to a higher level, but now this opportunity has been missed."

"I wonder why the saint suddenly appeared?" asked an old man in purple clothes with extraordinary bearing.

Lin Yu said solemnly: "The saints predicted that the ancient myriad races will soon reappear in the world."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was in an uproar. Although no one attacked Zishan because of Lin Yu, the emergence of the ancient race was a foregone conclusion. He reminded them of this in the hope that the major sacred places would prepare early.

"The ancient tribes?" Everyone looked at each other.

"That's right." Lin Yu explained, "Millions of years ago, our human race had a low status in the Big Dipper and was regarded as food by all other races. It was not until the end of the ancient times that the various races declared themselves independent and ushered in the ancient era when the human race rose to prominence."

He couldn't help but think of the Holy Prince. If this ancient royal family member had come forward to tell his story, it would have saved a lot of trouble. Unfortunately, his whereabouts were still unknown, and even Ye Fan hadn't seen any trace of him after breaking through the barrier.

"May I ask how strong these ancient races are?"

"Each tribe reveres the saint, calling him the Ancestral King. Above the royal family is the ancient royal family, whose ancient emperor is comparable to the emperor of the human race, leaving behind imperial soldiers to protect the tribe. There are also many saints and great saints who have given themselves the title of ancestor."

The hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone was very nervous.

According to legend, the ancient sages had boundless magical powers and were omnipotent. No one could fathom them. They were simply gods walking in the world, awe-inspiring.

Such a person would be hard to be born even in ancient times, so he is revered as a saint, admired by all races and respected by all generations.

The thought of the ancient, powerful Ancestral Kings about to reappear weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. In today's world, perhaps only those who wield the legacy of the Supreme Imperial Weapon can truly contend.

"Alas! If only there were still a great emperor in the world," an old man could not help but sigh. Yes, if there were a great emperor of the human race in the world, no matter how many other races attacked, they would have no choice but to bow down and submit.

The young geniuses wore solemn expressions, realizing they would witness this turbulent period firsthand. In this great struggle, someone would surely ascend to the pinnacle, stepping upon the corpses of countless races. It was unknown whether this would be a human hero.

Many eyes quietly turned to Lin Yu. If this Yaoguang Saint Son were born in another era, he might have aspired to the throne. Unfortunately, with the emergence of myriad races and saints, he probably had little chance to grow. Feeling these gazes, Lin Yu smiled inwardly. These concerns were nothing but clouds to him.

With the human race's background and nearly ten supreme imperial weapons, it is unrealistic to destroy these ancient races, but it is not difficult to drive them out of Beidou.

However, as long as one intelligent creature dominates, internal strife will become rampant. Among the ancient myriad races, only a few holy places have the background of saints and are born to fight hard.

The other holy land inheritances were all spectators who sat back and watched the ancient races commit numerous blood debts.

The Ancient Ancestor King has been sealed by the Divine Source since ancient times. After being unsealed, he is equivalent to a saint of the time. He is at the peak of his powers, has a long lifespan, and is not afraid of any powerful enemy.

Although the holy places have strong foundations and can compete with the strongest people in the world, once they go to war with the ancient ancestor king, they will fall into a war of attrition.

The Ancestral King, with his immense combat prowess and endurance, would quickly deplete the Holy Land's resources. After a single battle, the Holy Land would be severely damaged, plunging into a prolonged period of weakness. This would be a catastrophic disaster for all the Holy Lands.

However, Lin Yu was born here, so he naturally couldn't sit idly by and do nothing. He could only try his best to remind them and spread the news. Let those small sects prepare, but as for letting them fight in the battle, Lin Yu didn't hold out hope.

Those races that do not have imperial soldiers have accumulated considerable assets at home. They are willing, but Lin Yu is not.

"Your strength is now unmatched among the younger generation of Beidou. Are you willing to go to Zhongzhou to practice?"

The old man in golden feathered robes asked calmly:
"The Academy of Strange Scholars reopens once every ten thousand years. Perhaps it can open another window for you."

Lin Yu knew that he was talking about the ancient starry sky road. Many geniuses and young supremes left Beidou from here and embarked on their journey, but it was too early for this.

"Thank you, Senior. I need to think about it."

The old man nodded, sat down gracefully, and said nothing more.

After the banquet, everyone dispersed, but the rumors about Lin Yu became more and more intense.

Some of the people in the five regions of Beidou who did not go to the Yaoguang Holy Land were eyeing Lin Yu covetously, considering him a threat and wanting to eliminate him, while others were secretly planning to win over this genius.

Beiyuan, deep in the ancestral land of the Golden Family.

An old man in a golden robe sat in front of a jade table, tapping the table with his fingertips, making a crisp sound.

His eyes flashed like lightning, cold and intimidating. "The Holy Body has broken through the Four Extremes. The Yaoguang Holy Land has gained another peerless genius. If we allow this child to grow up, he will become a great threat to our clan."

He slowly stood up, his robes fluttering in the wind. "It's time to awaken the people who have been sleeping in our ancestral land."

Zhongzhou, the ancestral temple of the immortal dynasty.

A man wearing a dragon-patterned battle suit stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes piercing through the void, looking towards the East Wasteland.

His face was calm, but his voice was filled with undeniable authority: "Send someone to investigate thoroughly. If this boy truly possesses extraordinary talent, we must monitor his every move."

Nanling, deep in the ancient cave of the demon clan.

Suddenly, the void shook, and a towering figure materialized. His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his eyes, a thousand stars shimmering in the darkness, seemed to be reborn, a depth unfathomable. A demonic aura surged from him, like a peerless demon god descending into the mortal realm.

"Heroes are everywhere in the world, like fish swimming across the river." He whispered to himself in a clear, cold and distant voice, "The ancients were not deceiving me."

"What's up?" A charming woman walked over, her red lips parted with a smile. "I heard that the Holy Son of Yaoguang can kill the King of Slashing Dao. Do you also want to compete with him?"

The Buddhist land of the Western Desert, dotted with ancient temples, should have been aloof and secluded from the world. However, the mighty reputation of the Holy Son of Yaoguang eventually shattered the realm of Zen, even shaking Mount Xumi.

On this day, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out from the mountaintop, like a morning bell or evening drum, sweeping away the vast expanse of yellow sand. Believers at the foot of the mountain looked up, only to see a figure flash by in the Buddha's radiant light.

(End of this chapter)