Chapter 62: The Azure Emperor Suppresses All Races

We are the descendants of the ancient emperors, so we naturally require the wondrous veins of the Heavenly Mountains. The dragon veins of Central Province are spread everywhere, and their fortune is like that of dragons. I think they are quite suitable! said an ancestral king.

Hearing this, the rulers of several dynasties in Central Province darkened their faces, stood up, and confronted them, saying, Dream on! The dragon veins of Central Province are the foundation of our dynasties. How audacious of you to demand Central Province with just a few words! If worst comes to worst, we shall fight you to the death today!

Do you think we are easily frightened? Come on, then!

The Western Queen Mother spoke, Do you all not think this is going too far? How vast is Beidou, with countless territories—why must you insist on Central Province? You must know that Central Province holds nearly half of our human population. No matter what, we will never agree to this!

Gone too far? I think you fail to understand one thing: you humans are currently in no position to stand before the Primordial Myriad Clans and negotiate!

You... do not forget! We humans still have powerful figures who have yet to emerge!

Oh? Is that so? Then why don't you let them come out and try? If I am not mistaken, the powerful figures of your various factions are currently busy suppressing the saint-level skeletal remains within their own domains, are they not? A Great Saint said in a chilling tone, having already investigated the internal conditions of the various human factions—this was the reason they had nothing to fear.

Either surrender Central Province, or go to war with the Primordial Myriad Clans! Another Great Saint pressed aggressively, his momentum as majestic as a rainbow.

Impossible! The faces of several dynasty rulers darkened, and the human side was filled with fury. Meanwhile, the Primordial Myriad Clans wore cold sneers, looking as though they had the human race completely in their grasp.

A bunch of relics living in the Primordial Era, do you think this is still the era before antiquity? Crawl back to your sealed grounds, and it would be best if you never emerged for as long as you live!

A harsh voice rang out, falling upon the ears of the Primordial Myriad Clans like an utter humiliation.

Who is it?

Everyone looked over, only to see a figure in green robes sitting not far away.

And here I thought who it might be. So it is just a group of uncivilized creatures, a race fit only to serve as mounts! said an ancestral king, exposing the figure's origin.

The Demonic Race? Before antiquity, you were fit only to be our mounts! Come to think of it, the beast that pulls my chariot is also of the Demonic Race, and its bloodline is even purer than yours. Strictly speaking, it could barely condescend to recognize you as its hybrid descendant!

Hahaha!

One is mere rations, and the other is a mount. It is only natural that these two lowly races have mingled together!

The green-robed figure turned his head, his gaze freezing into absolute coldness, and raised his hand to strike and kill.

***

Plop!

A tall head rolled, scattering droplets of blood into the air before hitting the ground with a dull thud, spinning a few times to stop right at their feet.

That was an ancestral king, a Saint King of the Primordial Myriad Clans, and he had just been killed like that? Before he died, not even his divine sense managed to escape; he had been utterly powerless to resist!

A Great Saint?!

Everyone was shocked, instantly guessing the identity of this person.

The newly emerged Great Saint of the Demonic Race, Qingdi! The people of the Demonic Race called him the Azure Emperor, a title accepted by a portion of humanity and the Primordial Myriad Clans alike. He was hailed as the figure most likely to attain the Dao and become a Great Emperor, yet unfortunately born in the wrong era—born during this Age of Dharma Decline!

The Azure Emperor's face was as cold as ice. He stared at the Primordial Myriad Clans and said, A mere Saint King dares to insult me. Who gave you the audacity? Even the mighty beings of the forbidden zones would not dare humiliate me in such a manner, let alone a bunch of thin-blooded mongrels!

Such terrifying pressure! This person is also a Great Saint, so why do I feel such a terrifying aura from him? Could it be that I am no match for him? Among the Primordial Myriad Clans, apart from Great Saint Wanhun, who had half-stepped into the Quasi-Emperor realm, the remaining four Great Saints all thought in hidden terror.

In the ancient years, it is not as though my Demonic Race has never produced an Emperor, it is merely that we subsequently declined. If we truly trace bloodlines, which of the Primordial Myriad Clans does not share some kinship with the Demonic Race? If we are to discuss master and servant, my Demonic Race is your foundational ancestor! Qingdi said. Whether it was nonsense or not did not matter; the priority was simply to vent his anger through a thorough verbal thrashing first.

Fellow Daoist possesses formidable strength, slaying a Saint King of the Primordial Myriad Clans single-handedly. Surely the anger in your heart has dissipated somewhat! When all is said and done, the Demonic Race is also considered one of the myriad clans of antiquity. Why must there be such tit-for-tat hostility? Wanhun said. With his level of cultivation, he could naturally sense the terrifying strength of the Azure Emperor—late-stage Great Saint!

It was rumored that Qingdi had cultivated for no more than several centuries, yet he was currently the strongest Great Saint of the Demonic Race! Such terrifying talent rivaled that of the ancient emperors' own progeny!

Moreover, his elders were human powerhouses. To be able to cultivate such a monstrous genius, one could only wonder what sacred figures those human powerhouses were and how profound their realms of cultivation truly were.

In truth, the human race could also be regarded as one of the myriad clans. It was merely that the Primordial Myriad Clans still viewed humans as blood sustenance, believing that the glory of the ancient era still persisted, and refused in their hearts to acknowledge the rise of humanity.

Qingdi stated, If I insist on intervening today, what then?

Does Little Friend Wanqing truly wish to tear down all pretense? To offend our Primordial Myriad Clans merely for the sake of the human race?

And what if I do? What if I do not? Back when my cultivation was weak, you took advantage of my vulnerability and secretly dispatched cultivators to hunt me down. Did you think I was unaware of this? Qingdi said with cold eyes, his gaze sweeping over one of the Great Saints.

We have no grievances with Little Friend, so how could we possibly hunt Little Friend down? Someone must be splashing dirty water upon the Primordial Myriad Clans! Great Saint Wanhun knew the truth of the matter in his heart, yet refused to admit it aloud.

The Azure Emperor gave a cold, mocking laugh, and then summoned his Azure Lotus Divine Weapon. By now, the Azure Lotus Divine Weapon had grown by another tier, virtually refined by Qingdi into the prototype of an Emperor Weapon, having fused with numerous rare divine materials: Immortal Tears Green Gold, Dragon-Marked Black Gold, Time Withering Stone, and so on.

***

He revealed a secret known to all under heaven: Who in the world does not know my origins? I was originally an Immortal Undead Medicine that transformed into human form, shedding my undead medicine body to acquire the cultivation vessel of the Demonic Race!

In the past, I came to this place from a living planet in the starry skies. At that time, several members of the Demonic Race who knew my identity defected to you and informed you of my origins, whereupon you dispatched cultivators to hunt me down, over and over again!

Now I am right here. If you have the guts, come and hunt me down! By the way, I might as well tell you that I have already refined all the undying medicinal properties within my body. Even if you capture me, it will be of no use!

At this point, everyone in the world finally confirmed that the Azure Emperor's origin was indeed that of an undying medicine!

Since Fellow Daoist wishes to meddle in this, we have no choice but to suppress Fellow Daoist! Great Saint Wanhun and the assembly of saints immediately struck without a shred of mercy.

The Sacred Land of Jade Lake does not permit anyone to resort to violence! If you wish to fight, take it outside! The Western Queen Mother held the Western Queen Pagoda while secretly transmitting her voice to Wanqing, telling him to remain within the Jade Lake Sacred Land, where she could ensure his absolute safety!

Wanqing shook his head, dashing out of the Jade Lake Sacred Land first and soaring into the cosmos. Holding the Azure Lotus Divine Weapon, he gazed from afar at the ancestral kings of the Primordial Myriad Clans.

He actually intended to fight the five Great Saints of the Primordial Myriad Clans all by himself!

The Saint Kings and saints beneath the level of Great Saint remained silent; that tier of combat was no longer something they could participate in.

Moreover, from the very fact that the Azure Emperor had slain a Saint King of the ancient race with a single strike, it was evident that even if they went, they would merely be throwing their lives away.

The strength of the Azure Emperor could not be measured by common sense!

Facing the Azure Emperor, the five Great Saints did not dare to be careless. At the very first moment, they deployed two Supreme Imperial Weapons and three Peerless Saint Weapons, communicating with the Great Dao of heaven and earth to provoke a resonance of the laws. The might of the Supreme Dao manifested instantly!

They intended to strike and kill the Azure Emperor at once!

To end the battle in the fastest and most prompt manner possible.