60: Chapter 60 All Parties Move

Gu Sheng stopped his tea-drinking motion and placed the teacup back on the table.

The clash at the Great Xia Ancestral Land, Ye Guyun's Sword Opens the Heaven Gate, Chen Yi's Qimen Dunjia, along with Xia Cangyuan's Will Manifests as Law. The ripples of Law produced by the collision of the three spread throughout the entire continent along the ley lines.

For those old monsters lingering on their last breaths, relying on deep sleep to escape the Heavenly Dao's reckoning, these ripples were a clear signal—the Heavenly Dao's suppression was loosening, and the Great Era had begun.

Taichu Holy Land, the Forbidden Ground in the back mountains.

Before the bluestone cliff, Holy Lord Taichu, who had sat in withered meditation for six hundred years, suddenly opened his eyes. Ripples appeared in the Void Realm in front of him, and an aged figure stepped out from the nothingness.

Holy Lord Taichu knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold rock.

"Welcome, Old Ancestor."

The old man wore coarse linen clothes and had a hunched figure. He looked up toward the Great Xia Imperial City, his cloudy eyes reflecting the lingering fragments of Law.

"The aura of a Saint King." The old man's voice was hoarse. "That old undying Xia Cangyuan is actually still alive. The other two ripples of Sword Intent and Formations are very unfamiliar. When did such figures appear in the Central Region?"

"Reporting to Old Ancestor, a Heavenly Secrets Pavilion has recently appeared in the Great Xia Imperial City. The Pavilion Master's surname is Gu, and he claims to be from an Everlasting Family." Holy Lord Taichu answered with his head lowered. "Rumor has it that his foundation is heaven-reaching, and even the Human Emperor of Great Xia suffered a great loss at his hands."

"Everlasting Gu Family." The old man mulled over these words and let out a cold laugh. "In the Ancient Era, I never heard of them. Go investigate. In the struggle for the Great Era, the first step is to identify the pieces on the board. Pass down the order: all Elders of the Taichu Holy Land in secluded cultivation are to emerge immediately. The sky over the Central Region is about to change."

At the same time, deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Border.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sun, and the year-round miasma was torn apart at a certain moment by a domineering force.

A black mountain peak shaped like a giant tiger shook violently. Large chunks of rock peeled off the mountain's surface, revealing dark gold scales covered in Yao Runes underneath.

A vertical pupil opened in the center of the mountain.

The vertical pupil was dark gold, cold, and tyrannical. The birds and beasts it gazed upon turned into a blood mist without even letting out a whimper.

"The Heavenly Dao shackles have cracked."

A grand voice echoed through the Hundred Thousand Mountains, shaking down countless withered leaves.

Several Great Yao at the Soul Transformation Stage crawled at the foot of the mountain, trembling.

"Sovereign." A green snake Great Yao with two horns flicked its tongue and spoke in human tongue. "In the direction of the Human Race's Central Region, Saint-level experts have clashed."

"Human Race." The vertical pupil turned to look north. "They've been comfortable for too long, forgetting even how to bite. Relay my decree: awaken the sleeping Yao Kings. The Yao Race has been in seclusion for ten thousand years; it's time to visit the Central Region. Go pick a few tender-skinned Human Race Prodigies; I am hungry."

The green snake Great Yao took the command and vanished into the depths of the forest as a streak of green light.

Western Wasteland, Demon Lands.

Not a blade of grass grew on the crimson earth, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

A bottomless rift valley lay across the center of the Demon Lands. At the bottom of the rift, magma churned.

In the center of the magma pool, a broken black long spear was thrust. The spear was wrapped in dense Death Qi, and the surrounding magma was corroded by the Death Qi, turning into a thick black liquid.

A pair of withered hands reached out from the black liquid and grasped the spear shaft.

The owner of the hands slowly crawled out of the magma. He had no skin, and dark red muscle tissue was exposed to the air, expanding and contracting with his breath.

He raised his head, and two clusters of ghostly blue soul-fire burned in his empty eye sockets.

"The aura of the Nine Netherworlds."

He turned his head toward the Central Region, the soul-fire flickering.

He pulled out the black long spear, bringing with it a large spray of black magma.

"Since the Heavenly Dao's suppression has weakened, I should also join the fun. I wonder if those hypocrites in the Central Region who call themselves righteous Sects still remember the name of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor."

Northern Plains, Heaven Burial Island.

This was a massive island floating in mid-air, shrouded year-round in gray mist. The mist carried the scent of decay and death. No birds dared to approach, and even the wind blowing past Heaven Burial Island became deathly still.

Deep within the island, an ancient bronze coffin lay quietly on an altar.

The surface of the ancient coffin was covered in complex Formation patterns, each one flowing with the vicissitudes of time.

*Click.*

A soft sound broke the ten thousand years of deathly silence.

The lid of the ancient bronze coffin slid open, revealing a gap. A pale hand reached out from the gap and gripped the edge of the coffin.

"Great Xia... Saint King..."

An ancient and obscure Divine Thought echoed above the island.

"The Laws are incomplete; forcibly emerging will surely invite heavenly punishment. But... that Dragon Qi is very tempting. The Great Era arrives, and the path to Immortal Ascension is reconnected. Whoever can seize the initiative can step into the Emperor Realm."

The coffin lid closed again.

"Wait a bit longer. Let those who are impatient scout the way first. Everlasting Gu Family... an interesting variable."

Eastern Region, Endless Sea.

The water surface broke, and three hundred-foot-long silver giant flood dragons soared into the sky. Their silver scales reflected a blinding glow under the sunlight, and each scale pulsed with the powerful pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage.

Ye Yuan stood with his hands behind his back on the head of the middle Silver Flood Dragon.

Deep beneath the sea, the main hall of the Dragon Palace.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, stared intently at the receding figure in the water mirror, his teeth clenching audibly.

"Three Soul Transformation Stage ancestral Silver Flood Dragons, just let him take them away like that. When has my Dragon Clan ever suffered such humiliation!" Ao Guang smashed the jade table in front of him.

Ao Gu, the Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan, leaned on his cane and sighed: "The Old Ancestor said that the Great Era is coming, and the heavenly secrets are chaotic. The 'Hidden Ye Family' behind that Ye Yuan can casually summon a Saint Sword Cultivator; their foundation is definitely not simple. Trading three Silver Flood Dragons for a moment of peace for the Dragon Clan is not a losing deal."

Ye Yuan couldn't hear the complaints from the seabed. His task now was simple: stir up the waters of the Eastern Region. Gu Sheng had just poked a hole in the sky of the Central Region; naturally, the Eastern Region couldn't stay idle either.

"Let's go, let's take a look around Tianshui City." Ye Yuan patted the horn of the flood dragon beneath his feet.

The Silver Flood Dragon let out a sky-piercing roar, pulling a makeshift bronze chariot as it sped toward Tianshui City. Along the way, Loose Cultivators and Sect Disciples looked up at the sky, only to see three silver rainbows spanning the horizon, scaring them into landing to avoid it.