80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Chapter 333: Seven Races of the Ancient Age

The five-colored light that shot out of the primal chaos didn’t have much power. It just casually arrived in front of the six Celestial Race horsemen and then instantly pierced through their divine souls.

The six horsemen died on the spot.

The horror and disbelief in their divine souls weren’t fake.

They never expected that instead of being killed by Lin Jiufeng, they would be killed by their own people.

In the primal chaos, after shooting out this five-colored light, peace was restored.

Lin Jiufeng didn’t look at the six horsemen anymore. He casually threw down the corpse of the merged man and looked at the primal chaos.

If that five-colored light had entered Lin Jiufeng’s body just now, it wouldn’t have been able to kill him in one strike.

Because after Lin Jiufeng integrated with the Life-Reversing Great Dao Array Formation, he was completely different from before.

Hence, this five-colored light shone on the divine soul of the six horsemen.

Lin Jiufeng and the six horsemen didn’t expect this.

It was also impossible to expect this.

Lin Jiufeng’s spiritual consciousness only stopped at the peak of the Mystic Immortal Realm. Although his strength was explosive now, his own realm was only at the peak of the Mystic Immortal Realm. His spiritual perception was a step too late, and this five-colored light succeeded.

Staring at the primal chaos, Lin Jiufeng didn’t leave immediately.

He could feel the undercurrents surging beneath the calm primal chaos.

Moreover, this undercurrent wasn’t simple.

Lin Jiufeng looked at it for a long time. With the death of the six horsemen, all the tremors disappeared. The world returned to tranquility.

But the space in this area was still torn apart. The primal chaos was still spreading. It couldn’t be repaired in a short period of time, it would take at least a few days.

Lin Jiufeng didn’t leave. He kept staring at the primal chaos. Even though the power of the world began to repair the shattered space, he didn’t give up.

Rip!

Lin Jiufeng looked at the void that was about to be repaired. He reached out and pulled.

The void was torn apart once again.

The primal chaos appeared once again.

Night arrived. He had already waited for a day.

This time, he didn’t wait for nothing.

He heard a sound.

It was very soft and rustling as if someone was talking in an underground cave.

“You actually dare to kill the horsemen of the Celestial Race!” An angry voice rebuked.

“Your horsemen are really tough. If I didn’t make a move, they would probably even tell him the color of their parents’ underpants.” Another mocking voice sounded.

“That’s also a matter of our Celestial Race. It’s not up to your Asura Race to interfere!” This voice started to become angry from embarrassment.

“We are currently sealed. As long as we wait a little longer, we will be able to completely leave. The Seven Races of the Ancient Age are a single entity. Is there a problem for me to clean up the cowardly?” The mocking voice remained unperturbed.

“Even so, you shouldn’t have killed them all. Do you know the price we paid for letting them out? You must compensate us. Otherwise, we will not let you hear the end of this matter!” The angry voice calmed down and began to discuss benefits.

“As expected, you don’t care about their lives at all. There are many heavenly horsemen, you just want more benefits.” The mocking voice was still jeering.

“Are you giving it to me or not?” The angry voice sounded again.

“Of course. If you guys want it, I will give you guys all of it.” The mocking voice was still so disdainful.

“When the King of Recovery’s sealing array is broken, your Celestial Race will be the first to enter that ancient Burial Land of the Gods. This is my promise to you all,” the mocking voice said.

“Not enough!” The angry voice was dissatisfied.

“Don’t be so shameless. You don’t know how to appreciate favors. If you really anger my Asura Race, I will directly suppress you all and let your race go out last!” The mocking voice was angry and said coldly.

“Alright, it’s decided then!” The angry voice immediately agreed, not daring to anger the mocking voice anymore.

“After I enter the Burial Land of the Gods, the first thing I think I will do is to kill that person. He actually dared to kill the horsemen of my Celestial Race. He simply has the guts of a bear,” the angry voice changed its tone and said coldly.

The mocking voice was too lazy to answer. It directly fell silent.

Lin Jiufeng, who had been listening attentively, was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t the person who spoke with a mocking tone the one who killed the six horsemen?

How did it become him who killed them now?

The one with the angry tone still questioned the mocking person just now, but now that he received some benefits, he directly changed the enemy?

The sounds in the primal chaos had already disappeared. Lin Jiufeng waited patiently again. After ensuring that there was no sound, he frowned and began to think.

“Seven Races of the Ancient Age, Celestial Race, and Asura Race!”

“The Celestial Race should be the race of the female War God, and they are also the supporters of the Immortal Court.”

“The Seven Races of the Ancient Age might be all supporters of the Immortal Court.”

“The Asura Race is obviously stronger than the Celestial Race. The person from the Celestial Race is a little afraid of him.”

“But they are sealed and can’t come out now.”

“Moreover, the person who sealed them is the King of Recovery!”

Lin Jiufeng sorted out the conversation information that he had just heard and was shocked.

The Immortal Court and the God Race were created by the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

It was equivalent to saying that they were brothers.

The Immortal Court was very obedient and let the Seven Races of the Ancient Age control them.

But the God Race was very disobedient. They discovered some secrets that no one knew and decisively attacked the Seven Races of the Ancient Age. The first to bear the brunt of their attacks was the Immortal Court, the lackey of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

This was the reason for the war 20,000 years ago.

In the past, Lin Jiufeng never knew why they were fighting, but he understood now.

What shocked him even more was this one person.

The King of Recovery!

Lin Jiufeng had heard this name twice.

The first time was when he used the Seven Sage Enlightenment Pill.

The second was when the Celestial Realm was opened.

In the past, Lin Jiufeng had signed in for the Seven Sage Enlightenment Pill and entered a void-like realm to see the seven supreme existences and listen to their preaching.

Among them was the King of Recovery.

That time, he said something.

‘I came from the sealed era. I shattered the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, overturned the Immortal Court, and rebuilt the mountains and rivers!’

At that time, Lin Jiufeng didn’t understand what these words meant.

It wasn’t until he entered the Celestial Realm and learned some things that he learned that the King of Recovery was a character from 10,000 years ago, an era that was very close to Lin Jiufeng’s.

At that time, Lin Jiufeng was really puzzled. The spiritual energy tide had already started 10,000 years ago. It wasn’t as easy as he thought to cultivate. Cultivating to the Immortal Realm and then being disturbed by the spiritual energy tide, declining into a mortal again was a very normal thing at that time.

Hence, he believed that the King of Recovery was very powerful, but that his cultivation base was only slightly stronger than the Immortal Realm, that’s all. It was impossible for him to reach a very exaggerated realm.

But now, the conversation in the primal chaos brought about an impact that made Lin Jiufeng immediately overthrow such an idea.

The mastermind who nurtured the Immortal Court and the God Race was actually sealed by the King of Recovery, which was why they didn’t appear in this world.

Then, how powerful was the King of Recovery?

As soon as this idea came out, it completely shocked Lin Jiufeng.

“How exactly did he become so powerful in the era of the spiritual energy tide?” Lin Jiufeng really wanted to ask this question. He also wanted to become powerful.

Because in the conversation between the Celestial Race and the Asura Race, they said that they would soon break through the shackles and come to this world.

Not just their two races, but the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

They were the mastermind behind the nurturing of the Immortal Court and the God Race.

They were terrifying existences who single-handedly controlled the Immortal Court and suppressed this world for several eras.

“That’s not right. Why did the six horsemen of the Celestial Race descend when they were sealed?” Lin Jiufeng finally remembered this question.

There must be a problem.

However, this could also explain why the people of the Celestial Race were very angry after the six horsemen were killed.

They paid a considerable price.

“Also, the people from the Asura Race can also transmit their energy out. Does this mean that they will really descend soon?” Lin Jiufeng frowned tightly, feeling very worried.

“Finally, when the Celestial Race and the Asura Race communicated, they always called this world the Burial Land of the Gods. Where did this title come from?” Lin Jiufeng raised another question.

No one could answer him.

These questions wiped out Lin Jiufeng’s joy of killing the six horsemen.

Before the female War God died, she told Lin Jiufeng that the curtain of the world was about to be drawn.

Now, it really happened.

The countless secrets hidden under the long river of history were about to be revealed. Powerhouses from all walks of life would descend into this world.

And the most powerful person in this so-called [Burial Land of the Gods] was Cangyang Jiacuo, but he was doing his best to suppress the ferocious beasts beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple.

These ferocious beasts were left behind from Great Emperor Shakyamuni’s era. They hadn’t died yet, so one could imagine how terrifying they were.

20,000 years ago, Cangyang Jiacuo was a living Buddha.

20,000 years later, Cangyang Jiacuo was an Immortal King.

He could only sit alone in the Great Thunderclap Temple and use his body as the array foundation to suppress the Great Thunderclap Temple and the ferocious beasts.

Otherwise, if these ferocious beasts came out and the Seven Races of the Ancient Age were also about to descend, when these two matters happened together, the people of this world could just wait to be wiped out.

“The only person the world can rely on now is me.” Lin Jiufeng looked up at the rising sun. The warm sunlight dispelled the darkness and also the worry in his heart.

“There isn’t a single night that cannot be crossed, nor is there a spring that won’t come. This era has experienced countless difficulties and has reached this point. It won’t be a problem for it to continue down this path.” Lin Jiufeng let out a long breath.

A line of words appeared before his eyes.

[Listened to the conversation of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age. Do you want to Sign in?]

Lin Jiufeng smiled happily. He could still sign in and continue to become stronger. He was the Great Emperor Jiufeng, he would protect this prosperous era that hadn’t come easy.

“Sign in!” Lin Jiufeng nodded.

[Sign-In successful. Received a piece of the Ancestral Dragon Monument!]

This was a very ordinary item.

A stone tablet appeared before Lin Jiufeng’s eyes.

Lin Jiufeng observed carefully. This was really just a stone tablet.

After experiencing the trials and tribulations of the world, the things carved on the monument had long been weathered and flattened.

But one could vaguely see that there was a dragon carved into it.

“Check the information.” Lin Jiufeng was confused, so he could only check the information.

[This is a stone tablet which you need to discover its use yourself!]

This was the message. Saying it was equivalent to not saying anything, making Lin Jiufeng speechless.

“So if a dragon is carved on a stone tablet, it’s called the Ancestral Dragon Monument.” Lin Jiufeng complained.

He put away the Ancestral Dragon Monument.

When he heard that he had signed in for the Ancestral Dragon Monument, Lin Jiufeng thought that he had signed in for some rare treasure.

But when he saw this weathered stone tablet, he understood what it meant by a name being severely inconsistent with the real thing.

With a trace of disappointment, Lin Jiufeng left the Western Desert. He returned to the Land of the Nine States and the imperial capital.