Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 1641 - 1582 Ancient Land Cang Mountain Four Emperors Gather! (First Update)

Chapter 1641: Chapter 1582 Ancient Land Cang Mountain Four Emperors Gather! (First Update)

Azure Blood Palace.

Xiao Chen’s mind had fallen into an almost imperceptible realm of silence; refining the avatar of imperial power was not easy. Moreover, to unleash the most extreme combat power of the imperial avatar required mastery over the entirety of the avatar.

As time passed, in the fourth year since the gathering of the Five Saints in the Human Dao Royal Domain, the North Sea Divine Child Shui Bolin was defeated in his conquest and forced to retreat back to the North Sea after losing his saintly position.

In the thirteenth year, the West Frontier Saint Child Jin Tansheng was defeated, and his peak latent dragon fortune was split into seven parts, resulting in his defeat and retreat to the West Frontier.

In the twenty-seventh year, another great battle erupted in the Human Dao Royal Domain. The North Sea Divine Child Mu Qingguo battled five times but achieved only one victory and four defeats. His peak fortune was interrupted, and in desperation, he too retreated to the North Sea and vanished.

In the forty-sixth year, the Eastern Wasteland Purple Dragon Saint Child appeared in the Human Dao Royal Domain, defeating the Southern Departure Radiant Prince and the North Sea Gonggong Clan in succession to seize two shares of latent dragon fortune, compensating for the previous shortages. With the increase of Purple Qi, his fortune soared, shining like a blazing sun.

In the forty-seventh year, the Central Land Saint Child King Nujiang emerged from the family ancestral land and fought the Eastern Wasteland Purple Dragon Saint Child for a day and night. Both parties retreated, sparking endless speculation among the human warriors.

A century passed quietly. Since the battle between the Purple Dragon Saint Child and King Nujiang, the Human Dao Royal Domain suddenly calmed, but the undercurrents in the shadows grew increasingly turbulent.

As the waves crash, they wash away true gold!

Now, the saints who still retain their positions have already reached the peak in momentum. They seem to understand that the upcoming conquest will be the decisive moment for true dragons. At one time, they all began to hide away, temper themselves, and seek breakthroughs.

On the one hundred and eightieth year of Xiao Chen’s seclusion, a grand figure descended upon the Human Dao Royal Domain; the one claimed to be the First Human Saint Child, Fuyu Cang, appeared!

Upon arrival, he directly challenged the remaining human saint children, including Xiao Chen. However, Xiao Chen, who was in the Azure Blood Palace mastering the imperial avatar, gave no response.

In that battle, the Human Dao Royal Domain’s sun and moon lost their light; under the watchful eyes of countless human warriors, Fuyu Cang single-handedly fought against the six human saint children.

Every strike caused the heaven and earth’s restrictions to tremble, pushing it to the brink of power limits. If it increased slightly, it would immediately draw the heavens’ attention.

The violent power tore open the sky vault of the Human Dao Royal Domain, causing it to collapse. Using his critical battle prowess, Fuyu Cang once again showcased his prestige as the First Saint Child of the Human Realm to the entire human realm.

Despite being besieged by six saint children, he remained composed, moving as if taking a leisurely walk. Even with the appearance of forces capable of breaking the limits of heaven and earth, they could not shake his form.

The force that swept across the heavens and the earth completely shattered the sky vault of the Human Dao Royal Domain; the starry sky turned to dust. Finally, a single war robe tore through the Void, traversing the endless fury and devastation, entering the deep mountains of the Heavenly Palace.

The remaining human saint children, each stained with blood and their auras fluctuating, all suffered severe injuries. However, what puzzled everyone was that Fuyu Cang, after defeating all the saint children, did not strip them of their saintly fortune.

"Still not enough,"

A sigh echoed throughout the starry sky, the voice Fuyu Cang left before departing. It carried an indescribable aura, as if an elder inspecting his juniors. Then, with this sigh, he stepped into the oldest mountain range of the human race.

Fuyu Cang’s victory over six human saint children naturally shook the entire human realm. After the great battle, all six saint children disappeared without a trace. Everyone understood that the saint children had entered secluded cultivation; the impact of this battle was too significant for them.

As peak-level warriors, even though there was a slight gap between them and Fuyu Cang, under the premise of not breaking the critical power, this gap was negligible, yet they still lost decisively.

As for Xiao Chen, over the years, the Tomb King frequently sent numerous ferocious beasts, and even captured alien races, each time numbering in the tens of millions or billions. This was undoubtedly the benefit of his current status at the peak.

With just a word, countless people would rush for him; billions of war masters would fight and bleed for him. One imperial command, countless would give their lives. Over hundreds of years, more than a billion various ferocious beasts had been supplied for him.

And he only needed to cultivate with peace of mind, without having to take action personally!

Though his war masters did not embark on any new conquests over the years, they, under Bai Zhan’s guidance, entered the Hundred Clans Battlefield, along with his disciples and Xiao Qianyuan.

The Hundred Clans Battlefield was vast and boundless, with all clans present and daily conquests occurring. Thus, over the years, the captured beasts began to exhibit unique bloodlines from the Hundred Clans.

In the Star Sea World.

The giant Divine Tiger at this moment was nothing but tiger skin stuck to the ground, replaced by another radiant glow hanging from the Tree of Life.

Just as Xiao Chen had expected, this Divine Tiger preserved all its blood and divine power. However, after being reabsorbed by the Tree of Life, much of its power also dissipated, only retaining traces of imperial power.

Yet, no matter what, imperial power remains imperial power!

The refined imperial avatar, after hundreds of years of fusion, was nearing completion. Its entire form had transformed into Xiao Chen’s image, with flesh and blood manifesting, clad in an energy-converging battle robe, like a true warrior.

Similarly, Xiao Chen used a strand of his consciousness to enter the imperial avatar transformed from the Divine Tiger, eradicating its nascent weak intelligence and taking control of the imperial avatar.

As for the Heaven Clan warrior he crushed earlier, Xiao Chen unceremoniously cast it to the Tree of Life as well.

Deep within the Heavenly Palace, the vast ancient mountain range exuded a sense of decaying desolation.

Only upon entering this ancient burial ground can one discover that it’s indeed a world apart.

It is as if not in the same time and space as the Wilderness; ancient mountains tower above ten thousand feet, and mythical beasts long extinct in the Outer World loom in the Ancient Forest.

Even deep in the Mountain Range, there is a pervasive darkness, impermeable to sunlight.

The Earth here is stained with blood; bones are faintly visible—half-buried or weathered to dust or stone. Some decaying weapons, as large as mountains, have been eroded by time into riddled relics.

Crack!

A decaying bone crumbles underfoot, revealing a warrior in a golden robe, clutching a short spear. Despite his youthful appearance, an ancient weariness emanates from him, his eyes reflecting the vicissitudes of time.

"Taihao, your spear is blunt."

Another youthful figure emerges, moving like a green breeze, seeming to lack a tangible form.

The warrior in the golden robe is none other than the Taihao Saint Child, though perhaps calling him a saint child is no longer fitting.

Behind the youthful guise lies an indescribable age, with a vast aura unfolding, which stretches through Heaven and earth, stirring the Universe. Yet the expansive Mountain Range appears to contain it, the immense aura not extending beyond.

The previously cracked war spear in his hand is now fully restored, resonating with a sharp, metallic hum.

"My spear has never been blunt, not before, and not now!" Taihao’s voice carries unyielding conviction.

"I wonder if the Sword of Luo Huang remains sharp?"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the illusory Green Shadow erupts with a monstrous killing intent, matching the earlier might of the Taihao Saint Child.

Crack!

At that moment, the sound of fracturing echoes, revealing cracks in the Earth beneath them, originating from a burial mound just over ten feet high.

Thick miasma spills from the cracks, causing the entire mound to collapse, pushing out a Qing Stone tombstone with its ancient inscriptions almost illegible due to the passage of eons.

However, a few characters can still be discerned: Tu... Emperor... Tomb.

As the mound explodes, a large pit emerges, revealing a gray-robed figure holding a staff resembling decayed wood, yet the markings more resemble a coiled dragon’s shadow.

"I am ultimately not him!"

A lament escapes the gray-robed figure, sending the wooden staff in his hand into vibration.

"Coiling Dragon Staff, Tu Shan Emperor, the staff pierces All Heavens, the emperor commands the world." Speaking thus, the gray-robed figure bursts into laughter, his voice thunderous, shaking the mountain forest and terrifying countless mythical beasts.

Faced with the roar of the gray-robed figure, the two nearby remain silent until calm is restored.

"The Cang Emperor has already battled with the current saints, but who knows the result?"

Crack!

As the words end, another crack resonates.

This time, the sound emanates from a low burial ground, among dozens of mound-like structures, one opens into a dark pit, from which a figure emerges.

"They cannot accompany us into the Nine Nether Underworld!" the emerging figure declares.

"This is the next generation of Human guardians; they must not perish in the Netherworld. Regardless of what comes, seeds must be left for this era. After so many epochs, as we return, there are things we still must do."

"Right, whether survival or doom lies ahead, humanity needs someone to protect it. These youngsters may be naïve, but once we too traveled this very path from their beginning!"

The gray-robed figure nods; the remaining two, Taihao included, speak not, yet clearly agree.

"However, the Cang Emperor might be facing a shortage of allies this time."

At this, Fuyu Cang’s eyes show a hint of a wry smile, saying, "Even I couldn’t foresee such a massive upheaval. Out of nowhere, someone emerged unexpectedly, while other saints may still lack in power, their auras have already peaked. In the future, they will establish emperor dominions, but as for this one, he remains an enigma!"