Chapter 256: The Profound Sun Holy Son Arrives!
The Desolate Ancient Continent.
The Crape Myrtle Holy Land.
This was an ancient power—its lineage long and unbroken, its sages countless. In past ages, it even had a Quasi-Emperor seated within its halls. Though it had never produced a true Emperor, countless years of accumulation had still allowed Crape Myrtle Holy Land to stand proudly among the very pinnacle of powers.
Today was the day of the Demon-Sealing Conference.
Before the official start, innumerable cultivators had already gathered from all corners of the continent, and even among them were traces of foreign domain cultivators.
Most of these people, however, had no hope of entering the Holy Land itself—they had come merely to watch the spectacle.
After all, this conference concerned the very survival of their world. It was said that, years ago, many other great domains had already held similar gatherings. The Desolate Ancient Continent's conference was among the last to be convened.
Outside the mountain gates of Crape Myrtle Holy Land, mountains layered one after another, birds chirped among fragrant blossoms, the scenery idyllic—the tranquility of bamboo groves blending with the charm of waterways and arched stone bridges.
Countless cultivators lingered about, conversing idly.
"With this conference held," said a young prodigy seated in an ancient pavilion, his tone calm, "the Otherworldly Demon invaders plaguing the Desolate Ancient Continent will likely be wiped out completely."
To tell the truth, he didn't take the Otherworldly Demons too seriously. In ancient times, their world had already defeated them once—surely they could do so again.
"Indeed," another agreed. "Those Otherworldly Demons have Blood Essence Stones to bolster them, making them notoriously hard to kill and giving them long lifespans. But their flaw is equally clear—their cultivation speed is abysmally slow."
"To reach the Saint Realm takes tens of thousands of years; to become an Emperor, even longer. In such endless spans of time, anything can happen. They can't compare to our world at all."
For the Otherworldly Demons, losing a single Saint meant tens of thousands of years to replace them. Yet in this world, with enough talent and fortune, one could become a Saint within two thousand years.
Such a cultivation advantage was something those Otherworldly Demon could never hope to match.
"I heard that near the Heavenly Jade Holy Land, a Saint realm Otherworldly Demon has appeared," someone murmured. "That sort of being must carry an immense amount of Blood Essence Stones…"
"Forget it," another interrupted. "A demon of that level isn't someone we can provoke."
"That aside," one cultivator frowned, "with the Demon-Sealing Conference about to begin… why haven't certain factions arrived yet?"
Just as his words fell—
Dong——!
The divine bell tolled, its echo resonating for thousands of miles.
Countless people turned their gaze to the heavens—they knew this sound signaled the arrival of honored guests within Crape Myrtle Holy Land itself. From afar, young geniuses and venerable elders could be seen stepping out to greet the newcomers.
"What a grand welcome! Who could it be?"
"Could it be a Saint King… or even a Quasi-Emperor realm figure?"
Whispers rippled through the gathered crowd.
Their curiosity didn't last long—from the distance, a divine avian soared forth, its entire body radiating multicolored light, casting a vast shadow across the skies. Each flap of its wings stirred fierce gales that swept across the mountains.
Upon its back stood ten figures, each exuding terrifying might—like immovable demonic peaks swallowing divine radiance, suppressing heaven and earth. When their eyes opened and closed, even the void itself seemed to twist.
"Good heavens!" someone gasped in disbelief. "The Golden Crow Clan, the Sea God Palace, and the Star-Moon Divine Sect—these three mighty forces actually came together! That's almost unheard of!"
This time, the Demon-Sealing Conference was organized through the mediation of Quasi-Emperors from both the human and spirit races. Powerhouses from both sides had arrived in force—yet the two races had never truly been on good terms.
Today, they were merely forced to sit together for the sake of resisting an outside threat.
Normally, human experts and spirit race experts would never be seen side by side. But now, the people of the Star-Moon Divine Sect had actually come together with the Golden Crow Clan and the Sea God Palace.
It was hard not to imagine that something deeper was at play.
"I've heard that both the Sea God Palace and Star-Moon Divine Sect have grudges with the Profound Sun Holy Son. Do you think those two forces are planning something?" someone whispered quietly.
"It's hard to say. If it were only those two forces, that would be one thing. But the Golden Crow Clan? They've never had any dealings with Profound Sun Holy Land. Why would they be involved?"
a young genius said, frowning.
"Heh."
An old cultivator stroked his beard and chuckled softly.
"It seems you all don't know the latest. Just a few months ago, the Profound Sun Holy Son also clashed with the Golden Crow Clan."
"And the cause—was said to be a piece of Dao Source Immortal Metal, held by a so-called 'crippled cultivator.'"
"Dao Source Immortal Metal, I've heard of that… but this conflict with the Golden Crow Clan, that's new to me. If what you say is true, senior…"
The young man's expression grew heavy.
Many in the crowd immediately realized what that meant—these three forces, arriving together, each harboring hostility toward the Profound Sun Holy Son… there was no way this was a coincidence.
"By my reckoning, the Holy Son should have arrived by now. Why hasn't he appeared?"
someone asked.
"We can all see how many factions are targeting him. Do you think he wouldn't notice? If you ask me, the Profound Sun Holy Son likely won't show up at all—"
The old man had barely finished his words when—
DONG——!
The divine bell of Crape Myrtle Holy Land tolled once more. Its sound rolled across heaven and earth, piercing through clouds and moon alike. The vibration filled the hearts of all present, and countless heads turned upward again.
"That sound… could it be…?"
Many gasped sharply.
And then they saw it—
A jet-black qilin of pure obsidian jade, towering a hundred zhang tall, strode through the air like a moving mountain. Behind it, it pulled a golden divine chariot, its body radiating dazzling light like a miniature sun.
Its brilliance spread in all directions—the aura of a peak-grade Dao Weapon—its divine might sweeping through heaven and earth.
Upon the chariot stood several figures, each one exuding transcendent grace. Especially the one at the very front—hands clasped behind his back, eyes sharp and imperious.
He stood there quietly, yet it felt as if heaven and earth resonated with him. Even a single strand of his hair flowed with Dao rhythm. Compared to a year ago, Li Xun had lost some of his youthful sharpness, but gained a calm and profound Dao aura—like an ancient Dao Venerable reborn, harmonized with the very laws of creation.
"The Profound Sun Holy Son has arrived!"
someone breathed out, disbelief in their voice.
Everyone knew that several powers were plotting against him. There was no way Li Xun didn't know—yet he still came.
That kind of courage inspired deep respect. If it were anyone else, they would have fled as far as possible from this so-called "conference."
After all, this was merely a gathering—none of the Quasi-Emperors had decreed that anyone was required to attend.
Besides, the Otherworldly Demon invasion hadn't even begun in earnest. The only enemies currently present were advance scouts—the strongest among them no more than Saint.
To wipe them out would hardly take much effort.
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