Chapter 1584 - 155: Devouring the Mountain (Part 2)

Chapter 1584: Chapter 155: Devouring the Mountain (Part 2)

"Damn!"

"Go! Hurry!"

The Great Flood Dragon appeared, breaking the barrier of the Fighting Holy Peak, and the golden Dao Rain was shattered.

The Peacock Venerable was beaten back.

The elders of the Great Saint Mountain didn’t retreat an inch, each showcasing their divine skills, trying to stop the Nether Sea... In their hearts, this Corpse Mountain was the most important place of the Great Ape Mountain for passing down the path, and it could not be defiled! Even if the Holy Prince did not succeed in ascending the throne, they were determined to protect this mountain with their lives!

"Boom!"

The Primordial Saint was the first to act, punching heavily, giving his all, burning his essence blood.

But unfortunately.

Even the Peacock Venerable was no match for the current Nether Sea, let alone him, a "Mountain Guardian" who barely promoted to Yang God thanks to the Holy Emperor’s gift.

Vast blood qi crashed into the black clouds, like mud cows entering the sea.

The Primordial Saint was also ejected, slamming heavily against a tall mountain, losing consciousness.

If even a Yang God is like this, it’s needless to say about the others.

Divine power techniques transformed into long rainbows landing on the Great Flood Dragon, unable to even scrape its iron scales. These attack methods were no different than trying to shake a tree as ants do, and the Great Flood Dragon couldn’t be bothered, heading straight for the Corpse Mountain. In just two breaths, the blood-filled large mouth arrived at the mountain’s peak.

...

...

"Hey..."

"Really, is this okay?"

Several hundred feet away.

High above the Fighting Holy Peak’s barrier mountain gate.

Cui Zhen, Qilin Miaofa True Monarch, and Xie Xuanyi, three figures, suspended at the Heavenly Peak.

The True Monarch stared into the distance, opening his mouth hesitantly, eyes full of worry.

Earlier.

In front of the Fighting Holy Peak’s mountain gate, there was supposed to be a fierce life-and-death battle.

But at the crucial moment, Xie Xuanyi stopped the two.

Actually, all three had realized, Nether Sea wasn’t interested in entanglement, it just wanted to break into the interior of the Fighting Holy Peak.

But precisely because of Xie Xuanyi’s obstruction, the scene of the Great Flood Dragon smashing the barrier and breaking into the Forbidden Land happened.

At this moment, watching the Great Flood Dragon crash into the Great Ape Mountain Sacred Land, Qilin Miaofa True Monarch felt some uneasiness.

Though he wasn’t a cultivator of the Great Ape Mountain, he didn’t want to see this millennia-old sacred land be annihilated.

The True Monarch still understood Xie Xuanyi as a person.

This young Sword Palace Master of Da Sui Da Sui Sword Palace, though standing opposite to the Demon Country, scorned playing sinister tricks, and letting Nether Sea break into the Fighting Holy Peak wasn’t to suppress the Great Ape Mountain...

"This is the optimal solution."

Xie Xuanyi sighed.

"...Optimal solution?"

The True Monarch frowned.

"After swallowing the Heavenly Phoenix, Ling Chenzi, and Shadow, this guy’s realm is almost reaching the Ninth Heaven."

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly, "Even if the three of us exert ourselves to the fullest, trying to kill it is extremely difficult."

The current Nether Sea bears quite a resemblance to the former Holy Empress.

Of course.

Their strength isn’t on the same level...

Even though the former Holy Empress didn’t gather the Dragon Veins, she was much stronger than the current half-step Dragon Transformation Nether Sea!

"Thus, letting it into the Fighting Holy Peak, allowing it another promotion?"

The True Monarch was somewhat anxious.

The Fighting Holy Peak contains plenty of demon cultivators and some venerables.

"Wanting to become the strongest through ’Swallowing and Absorbing’, quantity isn’t important."

Xie Xuanyi shook his head, saying, "This guy’s real target... is the Holy Emperor’s legacy at the Fighting Holy Peak..."

To ascend the supreme pinnacle requires great qi fortune.

The Supreme Mountain of the Fighting Holy Peak.

Bears such a fortune.

Swallowing ten Heavenly Phoenixes.

Is not as good as swallowing this fortune.

"All the more reason not to let it in."

The True Monarch still didn’t understand why Xie Xuanyi actively avoided the battle.

"Greedy snake swallow the elephant."

Xie Xuanyi chuckled softly, sarcastically said, "Greedy people often die from their arrogance... I mentioned to it earlier, today’s grand banquet, the orchestrator, is not it."

"...?"

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch was stunned.

On the other side, Cui Zhen seemed thoughtful.

From beginning to end, he respected Xie Xuanyi’s opinion greatly.

At this moment.

He vaguely understood something.

...

...

["My child."]

["You... have come this far, father is very pleased."]

At the top of the Corpse Mountain.

The golden Dao rain poured down.

Two figures stood facing each other on both sides of the rain.

The new and old thrones, the transfer of power.

The new emperor sat on the tall throne, looking complex.

The old emperor stood silently, smiling.

"Father..."

The voice of the Holy Prince choked up.

Understanding someone requires only a moment.

The moment he ascended the throne.

He understood everything.

Cultivators must be placed in extreme danger to attain new life, especially for the Holy Emperor.

Perhaps years ago, the Father Emperor ascended this throne in a similar dire situation, and now the same scene is replaying. The vision of the Green Moss Cliff was only to push himself into extreme danger. The Father Emperor never left; he merely changed the way he watched over him at the Fighting Holy Peak.

["Congratulations."]

The old Holy Emperor smiled.

His voice didn’t spread in the real world but bloomed directly like soul sound in the Holy Prince’s heart.

"You... indeed went on a divine travel?"

The Holy Prince stood up.

He voluntarily left the throne, walked toward that towering figure, reached out wanting to touch his father.

But the tall figure standing in the rain was merely a shadow.

The Holy Prince grasped only air.

He looked up complexly, watching the old Holy Emperor.

The soul sound rang inexplicably from the fog earlier was a reminder left by his father, always present but indeed long gone. However, all that was happening now was real; the Holy Prince could feel his gaze meeting his father’s, a tangible "gaze" although separated by two realms of space-time, all happening here... Father Emperor retained all in his heart.

"I’m at the end of the River of Destiny."

The Holy Emperor smiled, saying, "Here... are many old acquaintances."