Chapter 172 - 128: The Divine King’s Wrath, the Eastern Domain Will Descend Into Chaos

Chapter 172: Chapter 128: The Divine King’s Wrath, the Eastern Domain Will Descend Into Chaos

At this moment, Jiang Hao felt as though his feet were filled with lead, making it impossible to take another step forward.

An indescribable look of horror washed over his face.

*White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng.* These words exploded in his mind like a clap of thunder, striking him with the force of lightning.

A memory that Jiang Hao had never paid much attention to suddenly awakened.

It was a heartwarming scene that had taken place on the back mountain of the Ye Family. Two figures were bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. A young child nestled in his father’s arms, listening to the middle-aged man recount those seemingly illusory ancient records.

"Hao’Er, you don’t need to envy the children of those Great Cultivation Races. Compared to them, you are not lacking in the slightest.

"In truth, ten thousand years ago, our Jiang Family was also a dazzling Cultivation Sacred Race within the Sword Dynasty.

"Our ancestors produced countless Saints and even came close to founding a Dynasty of our own. If we trace back even further, there were even Great Emperor-level figures among us. But, alas, we eventually declined.

"Hao’Er, remember this. You and your future descendants can forget anything else, but you must never forget your ancestors.

"Do you see this book I always carry? It is the only surviving genealogy of the Jiang Race. Your grandfather passed it down to me, and one day, I will pass it down to little Jiang Hao."

"Father, who is the person on this page? Why is there no record of him after this?"

"He is the shame of the Jiang Family from ten thousand years ago. He was a traitor. After betraying the Jiang Family, he vanished without a trace, which is why there are no further records of him.

"By relation, he was biological brothers with the seventh-generation ancestor of our lineage, so he could be considered Hao’Er’s ancestor as well."

"Hao’Er doesn’t have a traitor ancestor! But Father, his title sounds so domineering. White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng? Was he very strong?"

"Very strong. He was the number one person beneath the Saints. Ten thousand years ago, he was a rare, peerless prodigy of the Jiang Race. It’s a pity that he betrayed the Jiang Family for unknown reasons."

"Father, how long can a Divine King live? Is this ancestor still alive?"

"Perhaps he is. When the great calamity befell the Jiang Race ten thousand years ago, he had already defected and wasn’t in the clan lands, so he managed to narrowly escape the disaster. If there is still a powerhouse of the Jiang Family alive in this world, he might be the only one."

Childhood memories resurfaced in his mind. The moment he heard the words "White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng" again, a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot from his head all the way down to his toes.

Jiang Hao wondered, "White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng of Nanling... Could it really be a coincidence? Or perhaps...?"

For a moment, his mind went completely blank.

For as long as he could remember, the Jiang Race had existed in his perception as a non-existent Saint Race. At least in the world he shared with his father, everything only lived in written records. They had never met another member of the Jiang Race.

According to Father Jiang, after the great calamity ten thousand years ago, the Jiang Race had vanished from the long river of history. The entire Saint Race had been reduced to just his grandfather’s branch. By the time it was passed down to Father Jiang, Jiang Hao was the only one left.

Perhaps there were other descendants of the Jiang Race, but they had long since sunk into the river of time.

But today, hearing that title again caused his breathing to quicken involuntarily.

If it was truly him... that meant he might still have one of his few remaining relatives alive in this world. Even if this relative was an ancestor and a traitor to the Jiang Family.

But how could that be possible? How could there be such a coincidence? Could it just be someone with the exact same name? With the exact same title? His intuition told him that his guess was very likely true, leaving him entirely unsettled.

"Jiang Hao, what’s wrong?"

Huang Ling’Er and the other two, who hadn’t walked far, noticed his unusual behavior and instinctively asked via voice transmission. The reason they chose to use voice transmission rather than speaking aloud was mostly out of respect for the entity inside the Holy Hall.

"N-nothing..."

Snapping out of his memories, Jiang Hao suppressed his internal emotions, gave a faint reply, and instinctively stepped forward to catch up. However, his heart felt undeniably heavy.

As the group stepped through the doors of the Holy Hall, a terrifying aura that shook their very souls faintly washed over them, inciting an overwhelming urge to kneel in worship. Such a feeling had not occurred even when facing the Nine Saints Dharma Aspect.

What shocked Jiang Hao even more was that the moment they entered the Holy Hall, the surrounding space seemed to twist, and the view before them suddenly opened up. Looking around again, it was as if the entire world had changed its appearance.

The interior of the Holy Hall contained a realm of its own. What met their eyes was a vast, white void shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, as though they had ascended to the highest heavens. This place was unimaginably large—boundless and limitless. Looking out, rolling white clouds stretched beneath their feet, continuing endlessly as far as the eye could see.

Above the clouds, in the very center of this world, an incredibly massive open-air dojo hovered in the void. Surrounding the dojo stood countless central heavenly pillars, all exuding the aura of a Divine King.

"It’s an array of spatial compression and holding a universe within a sleeve. From the outside, it looks like a Holy Hall, but inside, it is akin to an independent world. A Divine King Dojo!"

Huang Ling’Er and the other two were shaken to their core, instinctively communicating via voice transmission. Even though it wasn’t their first time entering, they still felt an incomparable sense of shock.

While the four of them were marveling at the sight, a gentle voice drifted into their ears.

"You have arrived."

Though the voice carried the true majesty of the heavens, it sounded exceptionally warm.

The four followed the voice and looked over, only to see a white-robed figure sitting cross-legged upon the Divine King Platform in the very center of the dojo, suspended atop the endless sea of clouds. He sat upon the high platform, looking down at the mortal realm. A mere glance from him felt as though ten thousand years had passed.

This was a Divine King—a true Divine King Realm powerhouse whose mere stomp could make the entire Sword Dynasty tremble.