348: Chapter 353 The Divine King of Taixu 348: Chapter 353 The Divine King of Taixu The Jiang Family, in the hearts of the people of the northern region, is like a Divine Clan, with an unshakable supreme status.
In this region, countless countries, large and small, unknowingly worship the Hengyu Great Emperor as their deity.
One can imagine the immense influence of the Jiang Family in this region; they were almost deified.
Snow blanketed the ground, and the frigid wind howled.
Snowflakes danced in the air, and the cold was biting enough to turn exhaled breath into ice crystals swiftly.
In this icy, frozen winter, few people traveled in the towns, let alone in the wilds.
Ye Fan, carrying the God-beating Whip, advanced alone against the harsh northern wind on the Ice Field.
He traversed dozens of countries and was now less than 2,000 miles from the Jiang Family’s Pure Land.
On this Ice Field, there were small villages.
In such harsh winters, one only occasionally saw sled-pulling hunting dogs.
Soon after, Ye Fan found a cultivator in one of the villages, though only at the Spring of Life realm.
After giving him ten jin of Source, the cultivator agreed to deliver a message for him.
Ye Fan himself couldn’t go to the Jiang Family, for it might lead to his death because it involved the nine secret arts, a legacy too vital to risk.
He had no way to explain, nor could he say he had been to the purple mountain.
Otherwise, even with the good intention of delivering a message, he would be detained.
Doing a good deed only to suffer a tragic end—he did not want such a thing to happen.
“The people of the Jiang Family have divine blood flowing in their veins…” In an old hunter’s home, the earthen bed was warm.
Ye Fan drank old wine, ate deer jerky, and conversed with the old hunter, from whom he learned quite a bit about the Jiang Family.
The wood crackled in the hearth, warming the room.
After a few glasses of old wine, watching the wind howl outside and snow swirl in the sky, Ye Fan suddenly felt very relaxed.
Finally, he left behind a piece of Source and strode back into the wind and snow.
That day, Ye Fan found a total of five low-realm cultivators and tasked them with delivering the same letter.
It was of great importance, and he feared any accidents.
The letter’s content was simple: a rough map from within the purple mountain, pointing straight to where Jiang Taixu was trapped, clearly stating that name.
Simultaneously, he left a hint of the Fighting Saint Technique, embedded in five pieces of Jade, believing that upon seeing all this, the Jiang Family would have no choice but to believe.
After pleting all this, Ye Fan turned and left without delay, using the mysterious jade platform repeatedly to traverse the void, crossing dozens of countries.
However, he did not leave this area.
He settled in a city, quietly cultivating while prehending the Heavenly Source Book.
In these few days, the area became extremely tense.
Jiang Family experts emerged in force as if searching for something, unsettling many.
Ye Fan knew the letter must have arrived, and the Jiang Family had received the news.
At this, he let out a long breath, knowing he had done all he could.
Whether Divine King Jiang could be rescued now depended on the Jiang Family’s strength.
「Days later,」 an astonishing message spread throughout the northern region: Divine King Jiang Taixu might still be alive!
This news was earth-shattering, shaking the entire land and spreading rapidly as if it had sprouted wings.
Soon, the entire Eastern Wastelands were abuzz as all the Great Sects and Sacred Lands heard this news, leaving many prominent figures dumbfounded.
Divine King Jiang Taixu was a legend, reputed as having the foremost bat Power in the northern region for 5,000 years, unmatched by any.
In his heyday, he wasn’t particularly old, appearing as merely a young man in the eyes of many elders, yet he had already cultivated the Divine King Body to the Great Achievement Realm.
Many speculated that, given time, his future would be boundless!
Though not very old, he was at the height of his power, and a mere action from him would cause the clouds to stir in all directions.
Just when he was rising to unmatched prominence, he suddenly vanished, never to appear again, disappearing forever from the eyes of the world.
Back then, many speculated that he might have been in a lengthy closed-door retreat, striving for a higher realm.
But as time passed—1,000, 2,000 years…
quietly slipping by—people came to believe that this illustrious Divine King had truly met with misfortune and was no longer in the world.
The Jiang Family was hit hardest.
The birth of a Divine King Body was a sign of a family’s rise to prominence.
They hadn’t expected Jiang Taixu to meet with misfortune just as he began to ascend.
Back then, the Jiang Family had incited strife, suspecting some Sacred Lands had conspired, bining forces of peerless experts to secretly harm Divine King Jiang Taixu.
Over 4,000 years ago, storm clouds swirled, nearly triggering an unparalleled war amongst the Sacred Lands.
Fortunately, it was all explained, and the turmoil subsided.
Centuries slipped by.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, over 4,000 years had passed, and the name Jiang Taixu, almost forgotten by the world, had resurfaced.
Everyone was stunned.
The once radiant and unparalleled Divine King still alive—it left many unable to believe.
“May sons be born like Jiang Taixu!” This was the sentiment of ancestors who had passed away over 4,000 years ago.
“What really happened?” Over 4,000 years ago, Jiang Taixu’s elegance rivaled jade, and his bat Power shook the world.
Everywhere he went, he attracted attention, a supreme paragon amongst legends.
“Why the lengthy silence?” This was the question on many people’s minds.
Normally, Divine Kings could live 4,000 to 5,000 years.
With all these years gone by, the formerly vigorous Divine King must be nearing 5,000 years of age.
It could be said he had reached the twilight of his lifespan, with his Life Essence draining.
How could news of his survival arise at such a time?
With his vibrant youth passed like flowing water, the once-dazzling Divine King had now reached old age.
A Divine King nearing his life’s end—could he still achieve great feats?
The unexpected leak of information enraged the Jiang Family’s elders, but they ultimately found nothing.
Soon after, new information surfaced that Divine King Jiang Taixu was trapped inside the purple mountain.
This news shocked the world even more.
Everything came to light: the Divine King who had been missing for 4,000 years was found inside the purple mountain, stunning the entire world.
A historical mystery was finally unlocked, yet it led to more speculation.
Divine King Jiang Taixu had been trapped for 4,000 years and survived; how did this news get out?
Had someone gotten ahead of them in acquiring the inheritance of the Great Emperor of the Beginningless?
The revelation of a 5,000-year-old undying Divine King in the purple mountain implied that he might have acquired something there.
How much longer could he live?
Would the ‘Dou Character Technique,’ one of the nine secret arts, finally see the light of day again?
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The shockwave reached not only the Eastern Wastelands but also startled all the schools and sects in the Central States.
They gathered around the purple mountain, never imagining there could be a living Divine King inside.
After hearing this news, Ye Fan frowned.
The leak of the Jiang Family’s information was definitely intentional.
「Ten days later,」 the Jiang Family took out the Extreme Dao Holy Weapon and headed toward the purple mountain.
The Taiyang God Furnace, also known as the Hengyu Furnace, was crafted from the holy divine relic Phoenix Blood Red Gold and tempered with the Supreme Immortal Fire from the Taichu Forbidden Area’s Sunfall Ridge.
It could shatter heaven and earth and incinerate all things.
The might of this holy divine relic was unimaginable.
Whether you were the Peacock King, who could roar mountains and rivers to pieces, or the awe-inspiring Scarlet Dragon Daoist, if you were hit, you would surely be turned to ashes in an instant.
The Jiang Family was the first to bring out the Extreme Dao Holy Weapon—the Hengyu Furnace.
They also urged the Ji Family to take out the Void Mirror, and Flickering Light to bring out the Dragon Cauldron.
This confirmed the news that the Divine King was trapped in the purple mountain, causing a whirlwind of rumors to spread wildly.
The third assault on the purple mountain was accelerating.
The Jiang Family held partial schematics of the interior of the purple mountain, attracting major forces seeking to verify the truth.
In response, the Jiang Family’s elders had only one reply: enter the purple mountain together and share the schematics.
They wanted to leverage the powers of the Sacred Lands and the Central States’ various sects to rescue Jiang Taixu.
Leaving aside the inheritance of the Great Emperor of the Beginningless, just the ‘Dou Character Technique’ from the nine secret arts was enough to pel the Jiang Family to spare no effort.
It is a secret art of unparalleled significance, its value beyond estimation!
After half a month, the world’s attention centered on the purple mountain, which became a focal point of intense activity, a place where powerful figures converged.
Great figures from the Eastern Wastelands and Central States had gathered around the purple mountain.
They held back for now, but any action they took was destined to shake the world.
Because this was to be the last chance; all Extreme Dao Holy Weapons had been employed.
If they still couldn’t break through, it would mean eternal failure.
The area where the Jiang Family resided became calm.
Ye Fan trudged through the wind and snow, finally seeing a vague outline from afar.
He observed from dozens of miles away with his Source Heaven Divine Sense.
It was indeed a sacred Pure Land.
Outside, the ground was frozen, and heavy snowflakes fell, but ahead, clouds and mist surged, a lush green spread out.
The clouds and mists rose, colorful mist flowed—a brilliant scene with numerous Great Mountains suspended in the sky, never sinking.
Each Great Mountain held an awe-inspiring presence, as if it had existed since the creation, exuding an Ancient Netherworld aura.
Some Great Mountains were surrounded by colorful mists, scenic as a painting, with cascading waterfalls thousands of feet long, silver Pileans hanging down, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way inverted.
Other Great Mountains were towering and solemn, enshrouded by demonic clouds, awe-inspiring.
Yet this was merely the tip of the iceberg.
The deepest sights were inaccessible, rumored to house many Divine Temples from before the Ancient Desolation.
Moreover, it was confirmed that the Jiang Family had an everlasting divine city standing on the clouds.
Although it couldn’t pare in scale to the Northern Domain Holy City, it was still astonishing, having endured since the Ancient Desolation, never fallen.
Rumor has it that several Sacred Lands have hovering divine cities.
Could there be some connection?
Ye Fan pondered.
He couldn’t help but sigh.
Such a great power, such a spectacle, indeed could reign over the Eastern Wastelands, with immeasurable heritage.
It’s said that the Four Extremes Scroll in the Hengyu Universe Scripture is as renowned as the Wheel Sea Volume in the Dao Scripture, and the Dao Palace Scroll in the West Emperor Scripture, claimed as the greatest in the Eastern Wastelands.
Ye Fan shook his head.
Although he longed for it, seeing the Jiang Family with such grandeur, he knew it was nearly impossible to acquire.
He thought back to his boastful claims in the past of obtaining the Jade Lake’s core technique and felt ashamed.
If it weren’t for the Black Emperor leading him to the Yaochi Ancient Land, it would’ve been impossible to obtain.
Capturing disciples from Sacred Lands to search their divine sense was utterly unsuccessful.
He had tried several times on the Ji Family’s offspring, only for their Sea of Consciousness to shatter instantly.
The more he learned, the more awe he felt for these immortal great powers.
Imagining matching them with a single strike was nearly impossible, unless one took the path to bee a Great Emperor.
“It seems almost impossible to meet Little Tingting,” Ye Fan muttered to himself.
After a final glance, he turned to leave.
There was no need to linger any longer.
If one day he achieved great success in cultivation, he could simply walk in directly, instead of watching from afar.
Ye Fan traversed the Ice Field, quickly departing, arriving at a small town 1,000 miles away.
Watching the not-so-wide street, he felt a sense of familiarity.
“That is…” He trailed off, momentarily stunned.
Ahead, there was a very small tavern, looking quite shabby.
An elderly man with a face full of wrinkles, wearing patched clothes, moved slowly, wiping tables and chairs repeatedly.
“The old man!
How could he be here?!” Ye Fan exclaimed in shock.
Why is this happening?
Is Little Tingting here too?
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