Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 383 - 384 Chapter 389 Piercing the Peacock King

384: Chapter 389 Piercing the Peacock King 384: Chapter 389 Piercing the Peacock King In the Dragon Transformation Pool, Jiang Taixu lay motionless in the water, not rising, but the Divine Radiance in his eyes was chilling as he stared coldly at the thirteen Saint Master Level figures.

THUD, THUD, THUD…

The thirteen figures, each a dominant force in their own region, stepped back.

Intimidated by his imposing presence, they shivered involuntarily, all retreating instinctively.

Jiang Taixu’s Attack Power was renowned throughout the world.

Who in five thousand years could be his equal?

If he were to be revived, even a Saint Master who confronted him would be beaten to death!

“Old Divine King, you’ve awoken!

This is wonderful!” “Ancestor, you’ve finally returned to life!” “Heaven has opened its eyes, allowing our Jiang Family’s peerless Divine King to walk the world again!” The people of the Jiang Family were all shaken and overjoyed, shouting with incredible excitement, some even shedding tears of joy.

When Jiang Taixu disappeared, he was not elderly.

Now, he was called Ancestor—truly a dream spanning thousands of years.

In the Red Dust, tides had risen and fallen; things had long since changed.

The people he had known were almost all gone from the Mortal World.

Most of his descendants had already surpassed the age at which he himself had disappeared.

It was unlikely he would ever see anyone from his own generation again.

The Divine King was reborn into the Mortal World.

He scanned everyone, carefully observing his descendants without saying a word.

No one knew his feelings at that moment.

Eventually, when his gaze fell upon Ye Fan, he showed a slight stir for the first time.

He seemed startled for a moment, then quickly calmed down again.

“Jiang Taixu, so what if you’ve returned to life?

This isn’t four thousand years ago.

It’s no longer your era!” Not far from the Dragon Transformation Pool, a figure shrouded in black fog spoke in a low voice, their eyes like an Abyss, coldly staring ahead.

At this moment, the other terrifying figures also calmed down.

They were all extraordinary individuals and instantly regained their composure.

No matter how great Jiang Taixu’s fame, he was a hero at the end of his road.

Sealed for four thousand years, his life essence had long since dried up.

For him to awaken was already a miracle; could he possibly still fight?

The Jiang Family members felt as if cold water had been poured over their heads.

They suddenly realized the implications, and their hearts filled with bitter unwillingness.

“Unless he’s the reincarnation of a Great Emperor, how else could he rise to slay enemies?!” another Saint Master Level figure shouted.

“Divine King Jiang, you were not born in our era, yet you meet us in your twilight.

Whose regret is this, truly?

Today, with so many of us to send you on your way, you may rest in peace!” Thirteen Saint Master Level figures stepped forward, pressing onward.

This caused violent tremors deep within the Underground Palace, and the water in the Dragon Transformation Pool splashed everywhere.

“Kill the Divine King!” The words “Kill the Divine King!” struck like a heavy hammer, pounding on everyone’s chest, filled with endless killing intent, pressing towards the old Divine King.

At this moment, everyone in the divine city was shocked.

These words were clear to them all, shaking their Heart Spirits.

Numerous Overlords were truly preparing to make a move.

“How dare you!” Jiang Yun stepped forward, an ancient pagoda suspended above his head, a black Battle Halberd in hand.

He positioned himself before the Dragon Transformation Pool, constantly vibrating the sacred weapon to dispel the terrifying killing intent.

At the same time, various elder figures of the Jiang Family also took action, blocking that murderous pronouncement and scattering it in the air.

PFFT, PFFT…

Except for Jiang Yun, all the other elders coughed up blood.

The killing intent uttered by the thirteen Saint Master Level figures was potent enough to kill powerful cultivators; few could withstand it.

Many staggered back, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The thirteen individuals before them were all hegemons of their respective domains, simply beyond contention.

One sovereign stared coldly at Jiang Yun and said, “Even the Jiang Family’s own Saint Master hasn’t come forward.

Why do you seek your own death?” “All of you, each a ruler who looks down upon your peers, dominating your own domain, now you join forces to kill a desolate old man.

Don’t you feel ashamed?!” Jiang Yun shouted.

“We are here for the secrets of the Beginningless Great Emperor and for the Nine Secrets’ Fighting Character Technique.

Killing the Divine King is only third on our list.” “For a Divine King of his generation, having so many sovereigns send him off is a form of respect.

Otherwise, to die at the hands of a lone individual would be a tragedy for a Divine King at his end.” Jiang Yun retorted coldly, “Fine words.

Everyone grows old.

Aren’t you afraid of facing the same treatment one day?” “In eight hundred years, I will gladly await future generations to come for my life,” a voice sneered, sweeping its gaze over the few middle-aged and younger members of the Jiang Family present.

“I just fear none of you will live as long as I!” “Jiang Taixu, reveal the secrets of the Purple Mountain!

Write down the Fighting Saint Technique, and we will spare your descendants’ lives!” “Everyone present is your direct descendant.

You don’t want to watch them being slaughtered, do you?” “The Hengyu Holy Furnace is blocked.

Even if the entire Jiang Family came out in force, they couldn’t save you!

Besides, you’re utterly depleted.

Why continue to hold on?” The thirteen Saint Master Level figures once again exuded a bone-chilling killing intent, penetrating the human wall and surging towards the old Divine King Jiang.

PFFT.

At this time, even the sovereign Jiang Yun couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

He alone stood on equal footing with them; how could he possibly resist them all?

“Jiang Yun, since you wish to die, we’ll grant your wish, and then kill the Divine King!” The thirteen sovereigns stepped forward together.

The Underground Palace nearly collapsed as a terrifying pressure, like an ocean engulfing the heavens, swept away all obstructions.

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

In the Dragon Transformation Pool, the sound of water arose.

That desiccated body slowly sat up, then gradually stood.

The Divine Light in his eyes grew even more brilliant, as if it could pierce through a person’s very body.

Jiang Taixu walked step by step onto the shore.

He was still skin and bones, appearing incredibly frail, but his movements were firm and powerful.

“Ancestor!” “Divine King Ancestor!” “What’s wrong?

What do you intend to do?” The Jiang Family members exclaimed, not expecting Jiang Taixu to be able to stand up, let alone walk ashore alone and directly confront the thirteen sovereigns.

Now, with each step he took, a rhythmic pulse echoed through the world.

It wasn’t overwhelmingly heavy, nor did it cause the Underground Palace to tremble.

However, this rhythm was like the divine drum of the Ancient Heavenly Court, sounding anew after millennia of silence.

It beat within people’s hearts, causing even the hearts of sovereigns to constrict.

DONG, DONG, DONG…

This was an indescribably terrifying rhythm, as if the Innate Dao itself resonated with his steps.

The Jiang Family members involuntarily made way for him, their actions entirely subconscious.

“Humph!” A Saint Master Level figure snorted coldly, attempting to disrupt this horrifying rhythm, but failed.

Instead, the heart-pounding sensation intensified.

“He’s a man with one foot in the grave; what’s there to fear!” A sovereign stepped forward, making a direct move, rushing up like a black bolt of lightning.

Jiang Yun wielded his Battle Halberd to block, but two other sovereigns acted simultaneously, intercepting him and denying him the chance to advance.

“Divine King Jiang, I’ll send you on your way!” That person was upon him in the blink of an eye, raising a large hand to strike down.

This was not just a palm, but a manifestation of Heaven and Earth Rules.

In that ephemeral space, strands of Dao Glyphs could be seen intertwining to form a net of Order, manifesting tangible Law Power!

The Jiang Family members felt their spirits shatter.

They wanted to intervene but found it utterly impossible.

This was a Heroic Lord; none save Jiang Yun could possibly stop him.

Yet, Jiang Taixu remained undaunted, continuing forward step by step, the rhythm of his pace never faltering.

Suddenly, two beams of crimson light shot out from his eyes, the same color as Phoenix Blood Red Gold, becoming the sole radiance between heaven and earth—brilliant and eternal, like the Hengyu Holy Furnace erupting with power!

“AH…” The sovereign screamed.

The descending palm was pierced by the gaze from Jiang Taixu’s eyes, the Order Law he had woven instantly destroyed.

The crimson radiance surged forward like a cloud of smoke.

PFFT.

Blood splattered.

The sovereign’s eyes were pierced by the crimson radiance, which exited through the back of his skull, carrying with it a spray of blood.

He screamed as he was sent flying backward.

“What?” “How is this possible?” “An aging Jiang Taixu can still fight?!” …

Behind them, the other Saint Master Level figures were all shocked at the sight.

A dying old divine king actually possessed such divine might!

“Ancestor!” “Divine King Ancestor…” The Jiang Family members were both shocked and overjoyed.

They had never expected Jiang Taixu, immediately upon awakening, to possess such Combat Power.

One could only imagine the majesty Jiang Taixu must have possessed four thousand years ago!

Surely, his heroic presence and charisma were boundless!

The sovereign, his eyes pierced and brain penetrated, did not die.

At his level of cultivation base, one could regenerate severed limbs, making him difficult to kill.

However, he was severely injured and had lost all Combat Power.

“I, Jiang Taixu, have roamed unchallenged throughout my life.

No one has ever pushed me this far.” Divine King Jiang finally spoke.

His voice, like the tolling of a divine bell, boomed and echoed throughout the Underground Palace, even reaching every corner of the divine city.

“Heavens!

Jiang Taixu has revived!

He’s restored his Combat Power!” Within the divine city, many cultivators heard his voice and were stunned.

“That’s Jiang Taixu speaking!

An old divine king, nearly five thousand years old…

Wasn’t he supposed to be utterly depleted?

How can he be so powerful right after awakening?!” The people in the divine city were shaken, almost unable to believe it all.

Many Saint Masters had gone to kill the divine king, yet in the end, they had caused his rebirth.

In the Underground Palace, Jiang Taixu continued to step forward, his rhythm unchanging.

That cadence grew increasingly terrifying.

“This is bad!” the foremost sovereign cried out in alarm.

His heart ached acutely, almost as if it would shatter, and he quickly retreated.

BANG!

Jiang Taixu’s final step landed with immense weight, nearly collapsing the Underground Palace.

The sovereign let out a great cry, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood.

The thirteen Saint Master Level figures were truly stunned.

They all retreated, instantly distancing themselves from the Dragon Transformation Pool, watching the old divine king with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

Jiang Taixu stood there like a verdant pine, tall and unmoving.

Then, with a sudden soft cry, his hands pressed into the void, continuously tracing patterns.

“Great Emperor Array Patterns!” Everyone was astounded.

Between Jiang Taixu’s hands, Law Order manifested, imprinting itself upon the void.

Mysterious runes were etched out, shimmering like starlight.

All this happened too quickly.

The old divine king not only instantly restored the Array Patterns carved by Jiang Yun but also continued to evolve and develop them, making them even more terrifying and profound.

But just then, his body suddenly stiffened.

A trickle of black blood oozed from his mouth, and he collapsed, falling straight down.

“Ancestor!” “Divine King Ancestor!” The Jiang Family members cried out in alarm and rushed forward to support him, then carefully carried him back into the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Jiang Taixu had no fresh blood to cough up, only a viscous black thread at the corner of his mouth.

He was almost completely depleted.

If not for the nine small dragons swimming within his body, his life force would have already been extinguished.