Chapter 173 - 128: Wrath of the Divine King, the Eastern Domain Will Fall into Chaos

Chapter 173: Chapter 128: Wrath of the Divine King, the Eastern Domain Will Fall into Chaos

Though he had not yet stepped into the Saint Dao, he possessed the power of a Saint and the might of a Divine King. He was the foremost figure beneath the Saints. Holding the power of life and death over the myriad races of Nanling, he was the supreme being who suppressed the nine Saints and the sole existence in the Divine King Realm who dared to challenge the Saint Realm.

Dressed in white robes that surpassed the purity of snow, he had a full head of white hair and skin as smooth as jade. Despite having lived for ten thousand years, he retained the radiant elegance of a youth, exuding the majesty of a Divine King with every movement.

Below the Divine King Platform stood a Daoist Child, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.

The white-haired youth wore a benevolent expression. With a slight raise of his hand, Jiang Hao and the other three were swept into the air, traversing a thousand miles in a single step. As they drew closer to that figure, Jiang Hao felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. His body gave a violent jolt, and his boundless blood seemed to spring to life, resonating from afar.

"Hm?"

The moment the blood within Jiang Hao’s body stirred, the white-haired youth on the high platform also paused slightly. He abruptly raised his eyes, his body trembling visibly. He stood up suddenly, towering on the Divine King Platform, and stared at the approaching figure with eyes full of astonishment.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Hao and the other three landed in the Divine King Dojo.

"We juniors, Huang Ling’Er, Divine Jian, and the Exiled Immortal Fairy, pay our respects to Senior."

Huang Ling’Er and the other two immediately bowed deeply to the white-haired youth. However, they failed to notice that Jiang Hao and the unimaginably imposing figure were staring blankly at each other, endless ripples surging in both their eyes.

"Child, you...?"

The white-haired youth’s breathing grew heavy. Feeling the trace of restless blood within his body, he seemed to tremble all over. It was a resonance between bloodlines, the shared bond of the Jiang Race that proved blood was thicker than water.

Compared to Jiang Hao’s shock, the white-haired youth’s emotions seemed to fluctuate even more intensely. The next moment...

BOOM!!!

The figure on the Divine King Platform vanished in a flash, reappearing right in front of Jiang Hao.

"Child, you... you...?"

Tears welled up in the white-haired youth’s eyes, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. He stared blankly at the white-robed figure before him, seeming to want to grasp something across ten thousand years of time and space. Yet, he didn’t dare fully extend his hand, ultimately stopping just an inch from Jiang Hao’s face.

Watching this startling turn of events, Huang Ling’Er and the other two looked bewildered. They turned pale with shock, especially when they noticed the expression and emotional turbulence on the white-haired youth’s face.

Even the Daoist Child standing below the Divine King Platform couldn’t help but lift his eyes, his gaze filled with sudden horror and disbelief. How many years had it been? Throughout the ten thousand years in Nanling, nothing had been able to stir the emotions of that figure. But at this moment, the Divine King’s emotions were fluctuating to the extreme. It could be felt even across an endless distance.

Jiang Hao was also struck dumb, rooted to the spot. The resonance of his bloodline had already told him that this white-haired youth before him—who looked even younger than himself—was none other than the vanished, traitorous ancestor of the Jiang Race: the White-robed Divine King, Jiang Renfeng!

It wasn’t until a long time later that the two seemed to recover their senses. Upon coming to, a complex mix of feelings welled up in Jiang Hao’s heart. It was a chaotic blend of excitement, astonishment, exhilaration, conflict, joy, helplessness, and bewilderment.

"Are... are you... An... Ancestor?"

Jiang Hao’s eyes were full of disbelief. He couldn’t even believe he was saying such words.

The White-robed Divine King, Jiang Renfeng, and the resonance of bloodlines. Everything matched up perfectly. Even though he had never met this legendary traitorous old man, the resonance of their bloodlines could not be faked.

"The bloodline of the Jiang Family! Haha, hahaha, it’s the bloodline of my Jiang Family!"

The white-haired youth’s body visibly trembled. As if a deep chord had been struck, his excitement reached its peak. Hearing his words, Jiang Hao finally snapped out of his daze and immediately bowed deeply.

"Jiang Hao pays his respects to Ancestor."

"Good, good, good! Jiang Hao... child, your name is Jiang Hao?"

Seeing that the other party did not reject him, Jiang Renfeng finally reached out his trembling hands and helped up this youth he had never met before.

"Come, follow me up to the Divine King Platform."

Jiang Renfeng grabbed Jiang Hao and vanished instantly, reappearing at the peak of the lofty Divine King Platform.

This scene, however, caught Huang Ling’Er and the others completely off guard. Watching this sudden change, the three of them looked as if they had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

"What... what did he just call Senior Divine King?"

"An... Ancestor?"

"He’s Senior’s... descendant?"

How could this be possible? Didn’t the White-robed Divine King go his whole life without any children? Where did he get a descendant?

"Good heavens!"

The third eye on Divine Jian’s forehead also revealed an expression of extreme horror. The White-robed Divine King’s descendant? That youth was actually a blood-related junior of the founder of Nanling?

For a moment, all three of them were petrified on the spot, standing completely dumbfounded.

Even Faming, below the Divine King Platform, had shock in his eyes and a look of disbelief on his face.

Meanwhile, on the Divine King Platform.

"Jiang Taixu? Are you saying you are the descendant of the Jiang Family’s seventh-generation ancestor, Jiang Taixu?"

The white-haired youth gasped heavily, faint tears actually welling up in his eyes.

"Brother, it’s been ten thousand years. Ten thousand years.

"I thought I would never see anyone from the Jiang Family again. I never expected that, ten thousand years later, I would still be able to see your descendant.

"Hahaha! That’s right, that’s right, it all adds up. It all makes perfect sense. Child, I am the second ancestor of your seventh generation. I am your Ancestor.

"Child, who else is there in the Jiang Family besides you?"

When he heard that Jiang Hao only knew of himself and his father, Jiang Renfeng stood frozen in a daze.

Who could have imagined that two blood relatives separated by ten thousand years could reunite in such a manner across countless generations?

But blood is thicker than water. That unbreakable bond of kinship—where even shattered bones remain connected by tendons—had not formed any rift despite the gap of over a hundred generations.