4: Chapter 4 The Descent of the Saints of All Races

Ning Jianghe's expression became incredibly grave at this moment.

He made a decisive decision and gave a low-voiced command.

"Dashan, guard the entrance of the Immortal Cave and immediately activate the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Heavenly Thunder Array! Do not leave by even a single step!"

Before his voice had even faded, his figure vanished from where he stood.

In the next instant, he was standing in the boundless Void Realm outside the Thunder God Mountain.

This most Senior Martial Saint of the Human Race had majestic purple divine light bursting from his eyes. The Thunder Armor on his body, which had previously been restrained, now shone with great brilliance as billions of thunder snakes slithered across it.

A simple and ancient Bronze Spear quietly emerged in his hand, its tip flickering with a sharpness capable of tearing stars asunder.

He stood with his spear held horizontally, like an eternal and indestructible deity, vigilantly scanning the dark Universe around him.

The commotion caused by his grandson, Ning Yuan, was truly too great.

It was so great that it exceeded his expectations and even went beyond his range of control.

He had to personally step forward to guard it, preventing any blind fools from coming to pry.

Among the Ten Thousand Races of the Starry Sky, although the Human Race was currently powerful, they were only ranked fourth.

Above the Human Race, there were still three behemoths watching like tigers eyeing their prey.

Rumble!

Starlight surged, and pillars of light pierced through the sea of stars, creating ripples that caused countless surrounding galaxies to sway.

Some powerful Star Beasts dwelling in the nearby asteroid belts were now prostrate on the ground, letting out instinctive shrieks of fear before desperately fleeing away from the god mountain.

Ning Jianghe held his spear, watching this scene that could be called a miracle.

He was both shocked and incredibly gratified.

This commotion was a bit too exaggerated.

But it also proved exactly how terrifying his grandson's talent truly was!

Xuanhuang Star Domain, the heart of the Human Race.

Countless experts, whether in seclusion or handling affairs, all stopped what they were doing at the same time and turned their gaze toward the depths of the starry sky.

Standing in the Void Realm, they sensed the source of the vibration that had shaken the entire Star Domain from afar.

When they sensed that familiar, overbearing, and matchless aura of thunder, expressions of awe appeared on everyone's faces.

"That direction... it's the Thunder God Mountain!"

"Is this the work of the Thunder Martial Saint?"

Meanwhile, within the Human Race Territory, the other Martial Saints who guarded various regions also opened their eyes one after another.

"What is that Old Ghost Ning up to? With such a massive commotion, is he trying to poke a hole in the sky?"

Time passed minute by minute.

That river of stars vision originating from the Thunder God Mountain showed no signs of dissipating; instead, it grew more intense.

Its range of diffusion soon spread beyond the hundreds of Star Domains controlled by the Human Race, crossing billions of light-years to reach the territories of other races.

Ning Jianghe's expression became increasingly grave.

The thunder light around him surged like a tide, almost turning into a purple sea of lightning that completely isolated and enveloped the entire Thunder God Mountain.

Suddenly.

In the Void Realm not far from the Thunder God Mountain, a pair of giant and sinister eyes opened without any warning.

Those eyes had no pupils, only rotating, eerie runes.

Then, above those eyes, a third vertical eye slowly opened, projecting a divine light that could pierce through all things, pressing directly toward the god mountain shrouded in the sea of lightning.

Ning Jianghe was furious. Without a second thought, he thrust the Bronze Spear in his hand forward with a roar!

The Void Realm fractured inch by inch under the spear's tip, and a pitch-black crack spread out like lightning.

"Three-Eyed Kid, what are you looking at!"

This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

That Saint-Grade existence of the Three-Eyed God Clan clearly hadn't expected Ning Jianghe's reaction to be so fierce and decisive.

Shock and anger erupted within the Three-Eyed Kid, and a terrifying Divine Ability was instantly activated, attempting to freeze the time and space ahead.

However, that Bronze Spear dominantly tore through the power of the Divine Ability, its residual force undiminished as it pierced through the phantom of the eyeball.

"Madman Ning of the Human Race!"

A low roar filled with shock and anger echoed through the Void Realm.

The Three-Eyed God Clan ranked fifth among the Ten Thousand Races of the Starry Sky; they were the very race that the Human Race had forcibly pushed down from the fourth-place throne years ago.

This Venerable Spirit was clearly extremely wary of Ning Jianghe's fierce reputation. He took a deep look at the god mountain wrapped in the sea of lightning, and although his heart was filled with curiosity, he chose to hide his figure after weighing the pros and cons.

This madman was not to be trifled with.

Ning Jianghe had just breathed half a sigh of relief.

In the Void Realm to his left, an illusory figure with twelve wings of light projected itself through some great Divine Ability.

That was a female Feather Race Venerable Spirit, ranked seventh among the Ten Thousand Races.

The moment she appeared, she attempted to use her gaze to peer through the secrets of the god mountain.

"Damn birdman, you want to join the fun too?"

Without a word, Ning Jianghe blasted two thick beams of thunder directly from his eyes.

The thunder light distorted time and space, instantly shattering that twelve-winged phantom with unstoppable force.

In the Void Realm, only an exasperated murmur remained.

"Vulgar Human Race!"

Following that, trouble came one after another.

One powerful vision after another began to manifest in the surrounding Void Realm.

At times, the Void Realm would split open, and a mouth that could cover the sky would try to swallow the god mountain.

At times, starlight would condense into a divine eye that investigated all things.

At times, a holy lotus flower would bloom out of thin air, attempting to purify the sea of lightning...

The Saint-Grade existences of various alien races each displayed their Divine Ability, attempting to pry into the truth inside the god mountain.

Ning Jianghe completely erupted.

He roared toward the heavens, and ten thousand lightning Dragons roared out from behind him, suppressing the entire galaxy and wiping out most of those newly appeared projection Clones.

"Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!"

Even though Ning Jianghe possessed heavenly combat power, he felt immense pressure at this moment.

Although these Alien Race Venerable Spirits had only descended as projections or Clones, there were simply too many of them.

They were all curious about the world-shaking commotion within the Thunder God Mountain, suspecting that some incredible treasure had been born.

"Ning Jianghe, your Human Race truly has flourishing Luck for another treasure to be born. Why not bring it out and let us broaden our horizons as well?"

A towering figure cast entirely from gold spoke indifferently.

His voice carried an innate arrogance.

The Golden God Clan, ranked second among the Ten Thousand Races of the Starry Sky!

You dare covet my dear grandson?

Ning Jianghe was truly enraged. Just as he was about to risk everything to fight at any cost,

A peerlessly sharp Sword Qi came spanning across the Void Realm, instantly slashing apart several alien race projections.

"Our Human Race Star Domain is not a place where you all can act so insolently!"

The Sky-Severing Sword Saint had arrived!

Following him, the figures of various Human Race Martial Saints descended one after another, crossing the endless Void Realm.

They stood side-by-side with Ning Jianghe, nine figures standing tall between heaven and earth, emitting a terrifying aura that could make the sea of stars tremble.

The remaining alien race projections were all obliterated like dead wood under this majestic pressure.

The Venerable Spirits of the myriad races all retreated warily.

They knew very well that although the Human Race occasionally had internal conflicts, they were always terrifyingly united when facing outsiders.

With several of the nine great Martial Saints' true bodies descending here, today's matter was destined to have no satisfactory result unless they also descended in person. However, stepping into the Human Race Star Domain alone would likely result in their fall if things went wrong.

That golden figure snorted coldly, waving a hand to block a roaring lightning Dragon before his form actively dissipated.

"The Human Race... is indeed a massive threat..."

A moment later, the Void Realm returned to silence.

Several Human Race Martial Saints stood in their respective positions, remaining silent.

Finally, a Martial Saint with a giant wine gourd on his back and a brandy nose spoke with a grin, breaking the silence.

"Old Ghost Ning, give us the bottom line. What kind of treasure is hidden inside?"

Ning Jianghe snorted coldly in annoyance.

"You damn drunkard, it wouldn't hurt to tell you. A Chaos Spirit Pot was born here, which can naturally condense Innate Chaos Wine. Do you want a pot?"

Xiang Tiange's eyes instantly lit up, but then he sheepishly rubbed his nose.

"If you don't want to say, then don't say it. Why trick me?"

Seeing this, everyone chuckled.

Although they were equally curious, since Ning Jianghe was unwilling to speak, they would never press him.

This was the tacit understanding of the Human Race.

"My thanks to everyone for coming to my aid." Ning Jianghe cupped his fists toward the group.

The Sky-Severing Martial Saint said heroically, "Senior Ning is too polite! We of the Human Race are naturally of one heart and mind!"

He had received guidance from Ning Jianghe in his early years and was very grateful, which was why he was the first to arrive.

With that, everyone sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, their Divine Thought covering the starry sky, staying alert for any low-lifes who might return.

Occasionally, they would look up at that still-brilliant river of stars vision, feeling shocked in their hearts and growing even more respectful of Ning Jianghe's strength.

This strongest Martial Saint of the Human Race was already unfathomable; now that he had obtained such a treasure, he would likely become even more powerful in the future.

Inside the god mountain.

Ning Dashan and the others finished watching this soul-stirring clash of Venerable Spirits, only letting out a long sigh of relief after the myriad races retreated.

"I hope Yuaner wasn't affected by the outside world." Hua Qingyue looked toward the Immortal Cave with worry.

At this moment, inside the Immortal Cave at the very center of the storm.

Ning Yuan was focused entirely, completely unaware of everything happening outside, and even less aware that his casual Cultivate had actually attracted the attention of the myriad races.

His entire mind was immersed in the wild joy of cultivation.

Just now, the tenth Dragon Elephant Particle in his body had completely condensed into form!

One hundred thousand jin of massive force!

Advanced Qi and Blood Warrior, achieved!

But this was still far from his limit!

"Continue! Push forward!"