Li Qingshan slowly put down the jade cup in his hand.
" The Primordial Ancient Mine," he repeated softly, his voice so calm it seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere in the hall, "It's finally here."
Others may not know the details, but Li Qingshan knows them perfectly well.
Deep within the Primordial Ancient Mine, aside from those supreme beings who severed their own lives, there were indeed other lurking beings. But which of those beings wasn't an ancient servant connected to the Primordial Imperial Clan by blood, or even someone who had served the Ancient Emperor?
The "king" mentioned by the envoy before them, even if he had some connection with the Ancient Mine, was at most a minor figure who acted as a gatekeeper.
even!!!
Li Qingshan's fingertips silently traced the rim of the jade cup.
Even the title of "Emperor of the Primordial Ancient Mine " is nothing but empty boasting.
After all, would those truly malevolent beings deep within the Ancient Mine so easily send people to set foot in the mortal world?
Nine times out of ten, it's some awakened Primordial Royal Clan using the forbidden area as a pretext to spread false pretenses.
This kind of trick might fool others, but it won't catch his eye.
"Let them in," Li Qingshan said.
"Junior brother?" Lin Qingyao called softly, her fingers unconsciously tightening.
Li Qingshan turned his head and smiled slightly at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Since it's a message, why not listen to it?"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "I'd like to see what tricks these things that crawl out of the ground can come up with."
Having already come to the door, avoiding seeing her would only make Jade Pool seem timid.
Everyone in the hall felt a chill in their hearts.
If those Ancient Races King once commanded the wind and rain in the primordial era and were comparable to Ancient Saint were to all reappear, this vast Eastern Wasteland would likely be transformed.
Perhaps only by wielding the immortal legacy of the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon can one retain some confidence in the coming chaotic world.
Li Qingshan remained calm. He already knew that these ancient creatures would gradually awaken during the Yaochi Grand Gathering in the original story.
With Jade Pool's current strength, his Saint King power is firmly established in the world, the Saint Divine Source has been revived are by his side, and there is Great Saint like Gu Tianshu overseeing the whole situation from the shadows.
At the level of Extreme Dao Weapon, the Western Emperor Pagoda shines over the sacred land, Beginningless Bell resounds throughout the heavens. The two imperial mights intertwine and stand side by side, enough to stabilize the eternal destiny of Jade Pool.
Ordinary Primordial Royal Clan, upon reaching this point, are no different from ants.
Even if the Primordial Imperial Clan of noble blood were to arrive in person, it would be Jade Pool would tremble in the face of such a spectacle.
Seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West nodded to the female disciple. "Lead them into the hall."
The female disciple obeyed and left, but an eerie silence fell over the hall.
Everyone is waiting, waiting for that being from the Life Forbidden Zone.
A short while later, footsteps sounded again.
This time, the footsteps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to resonate with the heartbeats of the crowd.
A faint smell of rust and blood filled the air, like the smell of corpses that had just crawled out of an ancient battlefield.
Two Dao Body, one after the other, stepped into the palace gate.
The leader was about two meters tall, its entire body covered with fine silver scales that shimmered like liquid metal.
He has a pair of broad silver wings on his back, with edges as sharp as Heavenly Blade, and a jade horn between his eyebrows, which meanders like a dragon.
Two small heads even grew on its shoulders, one a wolf's head and the other a crocodile's head, both covered in silver scales. Six eyes simultaneously scanned the hall, their gazes filled with a condescending scrutiny.
The person walking behind him made everyone gasp for breath.
It was a tall creature clad in blood-red armor, over three zhang tall, almost touching the top of the palace.
The armor was engraved with a scarlet crescent moon totem, as if it were cast from congealed blood.
He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing a bluish-gray face with three eyes on his forehead. The middle vertical eye was tightly closed, while the two side eyes gleamed with an eerie blood-red light.
What was most striking was the crimson mist swirling around him. The mist seemed to writhe as if it were alive, occasionally coalescing into a wailing, humanoid phantom before quickly dissipating.
Just by standing there, an aura of violence, bloodshed, and chilling coldness spread, causing many with weaker cultivation to turn pale and feel a chill run down their spines.
The power of Half-Saint is terrifying!
Blood Moon Clan, Half-Saint?
As far as I remember, in the original story, this person did not seem to accompany the messenger on this mission.
He lightly touched the smooth jade armrest with his fingertips, and the cool sensation traveled through his skin.
Yes.
Since my arrival in the Big Dipper, my connection with the Ancient Races has been the great war of the Purple Mountain Great Emperor Wushi's inheritance and the fall of the Holy Saint King of the Spirit Valley. It turns out that I had unknowingly stirred up the original river of Cause and Effect.
A single butterfly flapping its wings can stir up a storm that sweeps across thousands of miles; how much more so can I?
It seems that the trajectory of the revival of the Primordial Myriad Races has been slightly deviated because of me.
Some ancient monsters, who had been dormant for a longer period, opened their eyes ahead of time, while others, who were supposed to appear later, eagerly jumped onto the stage.
Thoughts flashed by in an instant.
A faint, cold glint flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes, before returning to a deep, still gaze.
"#&*§," the three-headed Ancient Races spoke, uttering a string of obscure syllables, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.
The people in the hall looked at each other, none of them understanding.
The three-headed Ancient Races frowned and switched to the broken human language, saying, "The divine language shared by Primordial Myriad Races, have you forgotten it to this extent?" He shook his head, as if lamenting the decline of the human race.
Li Qingshan frowned slightly.
It wasn't that he couldn't understand; with his current cultivation level and knowledge, recognizing the Primordial Divine Language was not difficult for him.
But he disliked the other party's condescending attitude.
"Since you've come to human territory, you should speak the human language." Li Qingshan's voice was cold as he enunciated each word clearly, "Speak... human... language."
The ancient creature's expression darkened, and anger flashed in its dark golden vertical pupils.
As a royal envoy who traveled among all races in ancient times, how could he have ever been treated like this?
But when his gaze met Li Qingshan's calm and unwavering eyes, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
The other person was just sitting there casually, yet he felt a sense of oppression as if he were facing an ancient, ferocious beast.
More importantly, he couldn't see through the black-clad youth's abilities at all!
Suppressing his displeasure, the ancient creature took out a roll of animal hide and presented it with both hands. He then switched to the broken yet clear human language, his voice like the friction of metal against stone. "I am here on the king's orders to deliver a message concerning the birth of the Primordial Myriad Races. Please convey this message to all parties in the human race, Jade Pool."
The Queen Mother of the West took the animal skin and unfolded it, only to find that the characters on it were like phoenixes and dragons, winding and twisting, and she could not recognize a single word.
"This is Primordial Divine Script." Gu Daoya's tone carried a hint of superiority. "The human race once had two world-shaking ancient scriptures explained in this script. Could they both have been lost?"
These words made many older people's faces turn ugly.
Li Qingshan's gaze remained calm, but a chill ran through his heart.
What a load of rubbish! A mere envoy, probably not even a true member of royalty, what right does he have to act so high and mighty?!
Let alone royalty, what difference would it make if the emperor himself came?
Among those present, the Jiang Family, the Ji Family, Jade Pool, the four great divine dynasties—which of them hasn't produced an immortal legacy of Ancient Great Emperor?
According to the classification of the ancient times, they were all true Imperial Clan!
What right does some ancient creature, which appeared out of nowhere, have to be so arrogant?
The three-headed ancient creature that called itself Gu Daoya had a moment of gloom on its face, and anger surged in its dark golden vertical pupils.
But when his gaze swept over the many powerful human rulers in the hall, especially when it met Li Qingshan's calm and unwavering eyes, he felt a sudden chill. He suppressed his anger and switched to contemporary language, though his tone still carried a hint of condescension:
"It seems that too much time has passed, and humanity has even forgotten the Primordial Divine Script."
"Just state your purpose." Li Qingshan interrupted him, his voice revealing impatience. He was engrossed in reading Chapter 293: Showing Off on My Territory, a Wrong Way to Die (click here). "I don't have time to listen to your reminiscing about the ancient times."
Gu Daoya's words caught in his throat, and he felt an indescribable sense of stagnation enveloping him, as if the surrounding air had turned into invisible amber.
He awkwardly turned the main head with its jade horns, meeting Li Qingshan's gaze.
That gaze held no anger, nor even coldness, but was simply calm. Yet, it caused a certain instinct deep within his blood to tighten abruptly, as if he were silently enveloped by the shadow of a prehistoric beast.
"You!" The words uttered from Gu Daoya's throat were somewhat off-key. "Who are you, repeatedly interrupting me? Have humans abandoned even the proper respect when facing the Ancient Races? I am here on behalf of the king to deliver a decree!" He deliberately emphasized the last sentence, trying to regain his momentum. His dark golden vertical pupils swept over everyone in the hall, hoping to see the fear and shock he had expected.
Indeed, turmoil arose within the hall.
The gazes of the holy rulers and emperors met, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. The four words "King of the Primordial Era" carried immense weight, signifying that a terrifying, slumbering era was about to unfold.
However, everyone's gaze eventually fell back on the figure in black robes at the head of the table, and surprisingly, there was no panic as Gu Daoya had anticipated.
Li Qingshan didn't even change his posture; he merely tapped his fingertips very lightly on the armrest of the jade throne.
Thump.
A soft sound, like the gentle chime of a jade chime, clearly reached the ears of every living being.
The moment the sound rang out, the two wolf heads and crocodile heads on the shoulder of the Gu Daoya, which had originally had fierce eyes, suddenly let out short, mournful cries and shrank back. Their silver-scaled faces even showed a human-like expression of fear.
The leader of the Gu Daoya's expression changed drastically, and the silver light flowing around his body dimmed, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, causing his tall body to sway slightly, and his bones to make a faint sound of being unable to bear the weight.
"Even if the Primordial King himself were to come," Li Qingshan's voice finally rang out, still calm, yet carrying a clarity that could cut through metal, "He would still have to follow the rules of Jade Pool before me. You, a mere messenger, what gives you the audacity to put on airs in front of me?"
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were the suppressed breathing and heartbeats of the people inside.
The eyes of the living fossils from the holy land gleamed. They sensed it more deeply: it was an invisible "force" that had been drawn but not yet released. With just this "force," the three royal envoys felt as if they were carrying a sacred mountain!
A hint of worry crossed the Queen Mother of the West's dignified face as she transmitted her voice, " Qingshan, he does represent a king, and he's connected to the Primordial Ancient Mine, shouldn't we...!"
"Don't worry, Queen Mother," Li Qingshan replied calmly. "I know what I'm doing."
Seeing that Gu Daoya was about to give up, Li Qingshan did not continue to apply pressure. The invisible "force" that had enveloped the hall quietly dissipated, as if it had never existed.
But Gu Daoya felt like it was emerging from the deep sea, and my vest was already ice-cold.
"You!!!" Gu Daoya's voice was hoarse as he forced himself to calm down, knowing that it was no longer possible to maintain a superior attitude today.
The unfathomable Lord of Jade Pool before him was completely unafraid of the tiger skin he was trying to dangle.
A grim expression forced across his stiff face. "I will report today's events truthfully to my king."
These words sounded fierce but were actually weak; they were merely an attempt to save face.
Li Qingshan remained noncommittal, merely glancing indifferently at the Ancient Beast-Skin Scroll in his hand.
Gu Daoya suddenly realized his mistake and dared not play any more tricks about showing off the Primordial Divine Script. He quickly unrolled the ancient scroll.
He glanced at the winding Primordial Divine Script above, took a deep breath, and began translating it into the human language, speaking quickly as if he wanted to end this embarrassing mission as soon as possible.
The contents of the letter made the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.
The ancient races will gradually awaken and return to the earth.
The letter stated "all races coexist," but everyone understood that this was merely a facade. After all, it is well known that the more something is lacking, the more it is emphasized.
In the ancient times, all the Ancient Emperor upheld the concept of coexistence among all races, but ancient race wars broke out frequently, and bloodshed never ceased.
The letter concluded by mentioning that the Primordial Royal Clan's slumbering land, spanning 100,000 li, should be divided among various ethnic groups.
A heavy, deathly silence fell over the hall.
The holy rulers and emperors secretly pondered: a territory of 100,000 li? If it were just a few, or even a few dozen, remote places, it wouldn't amount to much.
The Big Dipper is vast and boundless, often stretching for millions of miles to uninhabited areas; barren lands are simply given up.
"How many lineages does your Primordial Races have?" someone finally couldn't hold back and asked in a deep voice.
The master of the Gu Daoya slightly raised his head, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashing across his six eyes.
"Since the Primordial Myriad Races slumbered, at least seven or eight thousand races have been revived."
His tone was slightly raised, with an undisguised arrogance seeping into the end of his voice.
The fear he had felt earlier, intimidated by Li Qingshan, dissipated as the royal family's prestige was mentioned. His back straightened again, and the muscles beneath his silver scales tightened slightly, as if the glory of the royal family from his ancestral land was being channeled through the Void and re-infused into his blood.
"Hiss,"
A collective gasp of cold air suddenly filled the hall.
Seven or eight thousand races! If each race had an ancient king presiding over it, what an overwhelming power that would be!
The corner of Gu Daoya's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly beneath the silver scales.
He has been born for some time and has a general understanding of the current state of the human race.
Compared to the ancient times, the human race has indeed become much stronger.
But compared to the myriad races that are about to recover,
However, fireflies are to the bright moon.
For example, the Ancestor King was called a " Saint " by the human race.
In this difficult era of tens of thousands of years of suppression of the Great Dao and shackles of Heaven and Earth, it is the time for all races to regain control of the Mandate of Heaven.
In this world today, the word "ancient" has long been added before " Saint ".
What does this mean? It means that the human race of today cannot even find a living Ancestor King! They are merely clinging to life by relying on Ancient Emperor Weapon.
And what about the Primordial Myriad Races?
While beings at the Ancestor King level are not as numerous as hairs on a cow, they are by no means rare.
Ordinary royal families often have more than one Ancestor King in charge, while the ten most ferocious clans have an even greater number of Ancestor King, with almost every clan having several.
Among them are even terrifying beings at the level of Heavenly King or even Great Saint.
With such a vast disparity in high-level combat power, how could even the presence of imperial weapons bridge the gap so easily?
Moreover, among Central Emperor have Extreme Dao Emperor Armament guarding their borders?
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze.
The jade cup made a soft sound as it was unconsciously clenched by fingertips, and cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of several of the younger holy sons.
They exchanged glances, each seeing the turbulent emotions surging within the other's pupils.
Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
As those slumbering ferocious races awaken one by one, their appetites will only grow ever more insatiable.
Conflict was inevitable.
What's even more chilling is that who could know whether some Primordial Races is slumbering beneath their own mountain gate, deep within the mines, or even beneath their ancestral hall?
If it were in a remote and desolate place, that would be fine.
But what if it's beneath the core of a sect, the nexus of a dynasty's dragon vein, or even beneath the secret grounds of the Imperial Clan?
Are we really going to just hand it over?
Li Qingshan lowered his eyes to look at the tea leaves floating in the cup, a hint of mockery that was hard for others to detect flashed in his eyes.
Seven or eight thousand ethnic groups? That sounds terrifying.
But those that are truly worth fearing are only one or two out of a hundred.
Those supreme beings who have severed themselves and lie dormant deep within forbidden zones are the true blades hanging over the heads of all living beings.
As for these "royal family members" who are eager to jump out and claim territory...
His fingertips silently traced the warm, smooth surface of the cup.
They're nothing more than a pack of hyenas that have caught the scent of blood and are eager to devour their prey.
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