Chapter 299: Peerless Prodigy

The giant roared, bellowing out the grievances of hundreds of thousands of years. A terrifying will surged from his chest—the bloodline of the imperial clan could not be violated, and he had to resist the fear in his heart.

Boom! The giant struck. The mountain peaks in the void crashed down with overwhelming force, surging like raging waves, roaring like a tsunami, shattering illusions, ceaseless and torrential, with a powerful will crushing down.

Yet fear arose in his heart again. The mountains that could not be contained by heaven and earth froze motionless, held fast by a supreme force, as if they would shatter at any moment.

"Roar...!" The giant refused to yield. He unleashed a terrifying punch, his golden blood surging like mighty waves, possessing the might of Duan Yue. With his bare hands, he could seize the sun and moon!

But this terrifying power at its extreme was dissolved into the void by a milky white light. Divine light flowed within the runes, as if a supreme being was about to emerge from within.

The giant refused to submit. He punched wildly, like a storm, bursting forth. Yet the seemingly soft runes, under this onslaught, were like a small boat in the vast ocean—unshakable!

The powerful onlookers were horrified. Some gazes, filled with shock, converged on the milky white rune. The aura it had just emitted could already withstand the giant's frenzied attack.

"Such a powerful ancestral formation!" Yang Tian and Yang Ba exchanged glances, their eyes burning with fervor. The rune was activated by Yang Tian's bloodline, deeply connected to their ancestors.

"War God!" Clenching his fist, Yang Tian's face overflowed with a nearly mad intensity. The Fire Ancestor's cultivation was heaven-reaching, and he was honored as Lord War God. His former divine might must have swept across the universe, an invincible figure, unrivaled under heaven.

Yuan Xia's brows furrowed slightly. She had once uncovered some ancient secrets in her family's ancient texts, but only fragments. That period of history seemed to have been submerged in the river of time, a taboo subject.

Even the two elders of the Alchemy Alliance showed surprise. They knew nothing of such rare secrets. From the giant's terrified expression, the Lord War God mentioned must have been a being who suppressed the heavens in ancient times!

The giant roared, his blood energy surging to the sky, the heavens changing color. He shook the firmament, yet felt a deep helplessness. Facing the seemingly soft rune, he could not budge it in the slightest.

"How can this be?!" Long Yang was nearly fainting, trembling uncontrollably, an indescribable fear shrouding his heart. He sensed his bloodline trembling, exuding an aura of terror.

Although he was not of the imperial bloodline, the blood of an Emperor-level powerhouse was extremely terrifying. Yet now it was emitting a fearful aura.

The two venerable elders were also terrified. This anomaly had not been anticipated even by the Hall Master. The rune was too astonishing, frighteningly powerful.

The two wanted to flee, but hesitated and stopped again. The rune was too eerie; fleeing might trigger its killing power.

Divine light blazed. Wisps of milky white divine light penetrated the surrounding mountain terrain. The entire Blaze Domain underwent a transformation. Dazzling divine light shot into the sky—a scene of breathtaking horror.

The space of the Blaze Domain seemed to solidify slightly. A terrifying pressure descended, and the powerful trembled, feeling as if they were being watched by an entity of extreme terror.

"Could it be that the old patriarch left a remnant thought inside?!" At that moment, in a hidden void, Yang Xiao was awakened by that gaze. His body involuntarily trembled, and he exclaimed.

"It truly is the old patriarch's aura! Could the old patriarch still be alive in this world?!" Yang Xiao was nearly frantic. His burning eyes scanned the surroundings; he sensed a familiar aura—the one who had suppressed the eight directions in ancient times.

The Fire Ancestor's emotions fluctuated greatly. He cast a subtle glance at the nearly petrified figure, sighing repeatedly in his heart. He had never expected today's anomaly to turn out like this.

Far away in a palace complex, in a cloud-like hall, Gu Lao's tightly shut eyes opened. At that moment, he was like a peerless ferocious beast, his eyes shooting out piercing divine light.

"What kind of existence is this?!" Gu Lao was utterly shocked. His gaze swept toward the distant Blaze Domain, speaking in disbelief.

"Open!" After a moment of silence, Gu Lao suddenly raised his head. He extended his bronze-colored hand and exerted force. With a rumble of heaven and earth, he tore open the void, sparks of nothingness bursting forth.

Without hesitation, Gu Lao entered the void. Then, the rift he had torn with his bare hands slowly healed.

This Crimson Flame Domain was vast with divine might, blazing with brilliant light. The sky was collapsing, layers of flame wrapping the heavens, turning this place into a true fire barrier.

The giant roared unwillingly, but the divine nature emanating from the milky-white runes grew increasingly fierce. The runes seemed to float in the ninth heaven, radiating an aura of unrivaled supremacy that shattered the clouds.

Those around closed their eyes; even Emperor-level experts felt a sharp pain in their eyes, as if some figure was about to emerge from there.

The entire assembly was silent, not daring to speak. At that moment, footsteps came from within the dazzling runes, like the pulse of the earth beating, causing everyone's blood to freeze.

"He's coming out..." an old man's heart trembled. Each footstep seemed like the laws of heaven and earth, compelling them to prostrate in worship; their minds were in turmoil.

Long Yang swallowed hard, terrified to the core. It was a great fear; his face was as pale as paper, and he trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, a figure in white as pure as snow emerged, robes fluttering, transcendent and otherworldly. In his eyes, stars and rivers were born and died, sun and moon sank and rose, endless vicissitudes spreading as he looked down upon the land.

This was a figure of unparalleled grace, surrounded by astonishing phenomena. At times, it seemed like the creation of heaven and earth, with chaotic beams of light appearing; ancient star domains sank down, as if he were a deity.

He inhaled the radiance of the moon and stars, his features unclear, but a trace of oppressive might emanated, making it impossible for anyone to lift their heads.

"Is this our ancestor..." Yang Tian stared at the figure in the void, fervor rising in his heart. Before even making a move, he had nearly scared Long Yang to death. This was a figure of terrifying excellence; even in his heart, life and death were not to be profaned.

"It's the old clan chief..." Yang Xiao's fervent eyes fixed on the man in white. In the past, he had swept across the eight wastelands and suppressed the nine heavens, a peerless hero. Now his divine might remained, and the demon lair emitted fearful roars.

The ten-thousand-zhang demon lair, which had been struggling to break free, fell silent at this moment, emitting sounds of terror. The giant trembled; once, he had ruled heaven and earth, but was suppressed with a single palm by the figure before him!

The bloodline within Yuan Xia sang, emitting joyful thoughts. The five-colored phoenix wanted to break free from her body and fly toward the man in white.

In the void, the one who inhaled the sun and moon sensed this. His gaze swept over Yuan Xia, and when he noticed the bloodline within her, a trace of emotion emerged.

Yuan Xia was extremely tense. The bloodline within her sang, carrying a hint of sorrow. Yuan Xia couldn't help but weep; the ancestor felt sorrow, with an unfulfilled wish.

After a flicker of emotion in his gaze, the man in white slowly turned his head, his eyes falling on Yang Tian, as if a trace of relief flowed out.

The Ancestral Dragon Ring hummed, and the Nightmare Dragon cried out, now appearing very docile, emitting thoughts of ingratiation.

His gaze paused briefly, then turned toward the demon lair below, fixing on the three-headed, six-armed giant. His eyes instantly turned icy cold, like a blast of cold wind sweeping through. The Crimson Flame Domain turned completely frigid, and everyone present felt their skin crawl.

"You are already dead... This is impossible..." The giant roared madly, malice surging in his eyes. "You are just a remnant soul—do you think you can still suppress me!"

The giant howled wildly, and the ten-thousand-zhang demon lair shook again. His true body struggled to break free, and the lair spewed out monstrous demonic energy. The sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling filled heaven and earth.

The man in white inhaled starlight, and the light of the stars in the sky dimmed. He gazed coldly at the giant, said nothing, and slowly raised his palm.

Boom! The entire sky trembled. A palm appeared between heaven and earth, vast beyond compare, radiating immortal divine radiance. It was as if the sky itself had formed a palm, slowly rising.

The sky collapsed, shattering the nine heavens. A terrifying and unparalleled aura burst forth, breaking through eternity, slowly pressing down toward the demon lair.

"No... no..." The giant roared, but it was useless. His three-headed, six-armed body was gradually suppressed into the demon lair, and the surrounding demonic energy fled.

Palm rises, the sky collapses! Palm falls, all things vanish!

A figure who once dominated the Eastern Continent was now suppressed with a single palm by a remnant soul! It horrified everyone; even some strong men wept with old tears. The human race's supreme being had averted a great catastrophe.