1196: Chapter 393: Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun, Eternally Guarding the Mountains and Rivers 1196: Chapter 393: Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun, Eternally Guarding the Mountains and Rivers The emperors of the six great Overlord Countries, in their Dharma Phases, descended upon the Guanhe Platform.
Each stood between two of the pillars of the Six Harmonies, as if supporting the firmant together with the pillars.
The owner of the red, white, and blue dragon robe opened his mouth and said, “To inherit the legacy of the Human Emperor and continue the virtue of our forebears!”
His voice was vast, as if penetrating through the heavens and earth.
Although it echoed on the Guanhe Platform, it also rolled far away, seemingly spreading a great will throughout the entire present world.
“The ti, the eleventh day of July in the 3919th year of the Dao Calendar…”
This voice declared: “Jing!”
Another voice full of majesty, as if establishing the rules of heaven and earth, continued: “Qin!”
Then, next to the Qin Emperor, a stern and mighty voice, like cavalry charging and weapons arrayed: “Jing!”
Following that was a vast and lofty female voice as if coming from the clouds: “Mu!”
Then, an indescribably noble voice, as though it had been supre since birth: “Chu!”
Going around the circle, the last was a voice as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain, grandly encompassing all, irresistible: “Qi!”
These six great voices, each speaking their words, but rging into one—
“To anchor the Long River here!”
These six great voices, from the far south to the far north, encompassing the six directions and all eight corners, coming and going like a torrent.
A great power had descended.
The huge Dharma Phases of the six towering emperors temporarily faded, and the “mirror curtain” circled by the Pillars of the Six Harmonies appeared once again.
Through this mirror curtain, people saw on the turbulent and raging Yellow River segnt, a large seal slowly erging.
Below this seal, there were six sides, for the Six Harmonies.
Each side was carved with the landscape of myriad miles, and the exquisite human world.
Above the seal, there were nine dragons, with their tails standing on the base, bodies attached at a spot, and nine dragon heads, encircling a great sun.
The bottom was engraved with eight large Daoist characters, it said—
“Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun, Eternal Anchoring of Mountains and Rivers!”
This was the Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun Eternal Town Mountain and River Seal!
Legend had it that this treasure, paired with the Six Harmonies by the Human Emperor, was used to suppress the eight directions, and this was one of them!
And what generally cultivators simply could not see, even the Godly cultivators could only faintly sense, was—
From the Eastern Region, Southern Territory, Western Domain, Northern Territory, Central Region, everywhere the footprints of the Human Race had tread, everywhere where the smoke slowly rising from hos…
The obscure and scattered power began to gather, from little to more, initially like a thin stream of water, then like a great river surging, and finally vast and mighty!
The small could be so great.
The faint could be so majestic.
An endless and imnse great power was converging towards the Guanhe Platform.
The mountains and rivers, under one heart with heaven and earth.
This was the torrent of the Human Dao!
The Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun Eternal Town Mountain and River Seal beca increasingly clearer, and the carved landscapes of the myriad miles on its six sides beca more vivid.
Under the control of the great power of the six emperors, the Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun Eternal Town Mountain and River Seal slowly stamped down.
“Alas!
Using the Long River as rice paper, heaven and earth as the great seal…”
It seems as if the sacrificial text of that ancient Confucianist sage echoed in the heart, playing in unison with the rumbling of the Long River.
The Nine Dragons Bearing the Sun Eternal Town Mountain and River Seal was thus stamped down.
It startled the waves and quieted them; it shocked the billows and pressed them flat.
Again quelling the Ancestor River…
for at least a decade!
“…to allow the wind and rain to follow, the mountains and rivers to be steadfast, heaven and earth to be tranquil, and all people to be safe!”
Whether it was an illusion, Jiang Wang seed to hear a lanting sound.
The Voice Broadcast Immortal Style could testify that there was no such thing as a “sound.”
This sound was more like so kind of soul-level resonance.
Like witnessing the autumn leaves fall, and feeling all the more lonely.
As if the entire Long River was trembling.
But this faint “mourning sound” also dissipated gradually with the calming of the Yellow River segnt’s waves.
Within the “mirror curtain,” it was visible that the water level was rapidly falling, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang…
Soon, the two ancient Dragon Son Anchor Bridges re-erged like high cliffs.
The Long River beca so calm and gentle, as if just turning over and falling into a deep slumber again.
And on the ancient bridge surface, not a drop of water was seen, vanishing without a trace.
Within the World Stage, people were enveloped in a profound emotion.
In those indistinct and ancient tis, where could the Human Race have found a footing?
Darkness endured as long as the years.
Through the lengthy corridors of history, generations of sages braved thorns and battled waves, and generations of the Human Race fought ceaseless wars, thus transforming this “present world” into the “Human World”.
What eternally secures the mountains and rivers has never been so treasure of the Six Harmonies.
What upholds the heavens has never been so supporting pillar.
But “Man”.
It’s those who went forth one after another, those who forgot about life and death for the cause of “Man”.
The word for “Man” stands tall between heaven and earth.
The surrounding “mirror curtains” vanished once more.
Those six grand towering figures appeared again.
Like six colossal giants, they overlook the grand gathering of the Human Race’s chosen, within the Pillar of the Six Unions.
This is the main competition of the Yellow River Gathering, the most pinnacle gathering of the current world’s young talents.
The heroes from various countries assemble here; who will beco renowned throughout the world?
Everyone sat in the stands, holding their breath, awaiting the comncent of the assembly.
Xian Nankui, with his date-red complexion, was clad in armor, standing beneath the Arena marked with the letter ‘A’, showing no intention of speaking up.
Hosting the main competition of the Yellow River Gathering, even Xian Nankui, the Commander of the Divine Strategy Army, seed sowhat improper in solemnity.
Without seeing any movent or knowing how it happened, it seed as though a Taoist appeared out of thin air on the Arena marked with the letter ‘C’.
This person was clad in an ornate Daoist robe with gold and jade patterns, securing his Daoist bun with a gold-rimd jade pin.
His complexion was ruddy, and his features were handso.
Scanning his surroundings, he faced the great Dharma Phases of the six Emperors one by one and finally bowed slightly to Emperor Jing, completing the formalities.
“Yu Xi of Jade Capital Mountain, greets all the supre ones.”
His expression was serene without a trace of imposing aura, but his voice carried an extrely smooth sensation, slowly flowing as if to soothe the listener’s soul.
“This Yellow River Gathering will be presided over by ,” he said.
This powerful True Monarch from Jade Capital Mountain gestured with his hand toward the eastern stand, “Please, Mr.
Ao, take your seat!”
On the highest place of the eastern stand, there was a single, luxurious chair.
With gold and jade inlay and gems studded like stars.
The chairback faced directly to the towering Pillar of the Six Unions.
The location of this Pillar of the Six Unions was precisely between the Dharma Phases of Emperor Jing and Emperor Qi.
Therefore, the occupant of this chair also sat between the two Emperors.
Without any visible fluctuation, a figure in a golden robe whose face could not be discerned clearly, descended onto the grand chair.
Although this presence was also suprely noble, placed above everyone present, compared to the six Emperors who were supporting heavens and earth, it seed sowhat less radiant.
Yu Xi did not seem inclined to make further introductions, and with just a glance at Xian Nankui standing below the Arena ‘A’, he had already completed the necessary exchange of information for the Yellow River Gathering.
Then he announced, “Heroes from the External Building Environnt of various countries, please enter the arena.”
He stepped back off the stage while his voice still clearly entered everyone’s ears: “The matches are set, each with an opponent.
Life and death are fated, victory and defeat are contested.”
“Please, perform for the world!”
To the right of Jiang Wang, Zhongxuan Zun rose with composure.
A faint smile hung on the corner of his lips, and his ink-dyed eyes betrayed no hint of nervousness.
As if slowly but actually moving quickly, he strolled away from the stands.
In a single garnt of white, exuding extraordinary elegance, the mont he stepped onto the Arena marked with the letter ‘G’, he beca the focal point of the entire venue.
Sixteen heroes of the Outer Building will fight simultaneously on eight Arenas.
One battle will decide the top eight.
And at this mont, Zhongxuan Zun’s opponent stood across from him.
Due to an unspoken consensus among the six great Overlord Countries, it was no surprise that the opponent of Qi’s Zhongxuan Zun was Tai Yin from Sumr Country’s prestigious Tai Clan.
He was the grand-nephew of the True Man Tai Hua, who perished on Jianfeng Mountain.
This was a young hero with a countenance that could be considered handso.
Confronting the person of Qi, he embodied both national hatred and personal vengeance.
He had reasons to be angry, he had causes for hatred.
But his gaze towards Zhongxuan Zun was calm.
As if facing a passerby all too ordinary.
Unknown before this mont, unknowable now, and after this, unnecessary to rember.
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