Chapter 742: Lord of the Human Race

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord!

Zhang Buku’s heart trembled. The one who had arrived was an Immortal Lord, a rank even higher than Star Lord. That made him incredibly tense.

As the other party continued to descend, the pressure he felt intensified rapidly. Now, he couldn’t even lift his head, much less get a glimpse of Yin Xuan Immortal Lord’s appearance.

What kind of power is this?

Zhang Buku couldn’t imagine it. Even though he had seen quite a lot, he was still utterly overwhelmed by Yin Xuan Immortal Lord’s immense divine might.

He couldn’t help but wonder—compared to that mysterious supreme expert who once suppressed their entire Heavenly Army on the path of the Grand Dao, who was stronger?

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord looked down at the Heavenly God and Heavenly Soldiers below, expressionless. He looked completely different from when he had faced Tai Yi Immortal Lord.

After a long while, Yin Xuan Immortal Lord finally stopped. He was still standing high on the Heaven-Climbing Stairway, far from the ground, like a towering mountain, unmoving and unshakable.

“Heaven-Stabilizing God, Huang Feng Immortal Lord should have given you your orders.”

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord’s voice echoed, dignified and commanding.

The Heaven-Stabilizing God looked up and replied, “He has given them. We will fully support the Human Sovereign.”

Human Sovereign?

Zhang Buku was silently curious. That should be one of the Heaven’s Sons.

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord waved his hand. A golden light descended from the heavens, landing before the Heaven-Stabilizing God. As the light faded, a golden pill the size of a pigeon egg appeared.

“Keep this pill safe. When the Heaven’s Son Great Strife begins, you will be at the vanguard. This pill will be your support.”

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord spoke again. The Heaven-Stabilizing God seemed to know what the pill was and didn’t question it. He received it and immediately bowed to the Immortal Lord.

Yin Xuan Immortal Lord said no more. He turned around and ascended once again.

“Respectfully sending off the Immortal Lord!”

The Heaven-Stabilizing God called out loudly, and the nine Heavenly Soldiers followed in unison, their voices shaking the skies.

The sound of Yin Xuan Immortal Lord stepping up the Heaven-Climbing Stairway was like rolling thunder, even more awe-inspiring than before. Faintly, Zhang Buku seemed to hear countless immortal and divine voices chanting, his soul quivering from the sound.

Only after Yin Xuan Immortal Lord vanished into the distant heights of the stairway, and the divine pressure dissipated, did Zhang Buku finally manage to raise his head.

Under his gaze, the Heaven-Climbing Stairway gradually turned transparent, dissolving like a mirage.

The Heaven-Stabilizing God stood up, and the Heavenly Soldiers all let out a breath of relief and rose to their feet.

“Divine Lord, is that Human Sovereign the Heaven’s Son we’re supposed to support?”

“What cultivation does the Immortal Lord have? That aura was terrifying. My whole body was tense—I didn’t dare move at all.”

“We’re charging forward? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Of course it’s a good thing. We carry the Heavenly Court’s destiny—immortal and indestructible! What’s there to fear? It’s a chance to earn merit!”

The Heavenly Soldiers chatted noisily, all sharp enough not to ask about the golden pill.

The Heaven-Stabilizing God looked at them and said calmly, “It is a chance to earn merit. We serve the Human Sovereign—he once trained in the Three Thousand Great Worlds and was once the Lord of the Human Race in a grand world. He carries compassion for all living beings. Only if he becomes the Heavenly Emperor can the Heavenly Dao return to the right path. So this upcoming Heaven’s Son Strife isn’t just for our benefit—it’s for the future of the Heavenly Dao itself. Do you understand?”

Hearing this, the Heavenly Soldiers all nodded solemnly—except Xu You, who slightly curled his lips.

The Heaven-Stabilizing God immediately began walking back the way they came, and the nine Heavenly Soldiers followed closely behind.

Far away in the Temple of the Unbeginning, Gu An was observing them from afar. He cared quite a bit about the junior Zhang Buku—of course, that had much to do with the fact that Zhang Buku constantly thought of him. If Zhang Buku had long since forgotten him, Gu An wouldn’t be paying such close attention to him.

Zhang Buku’s experience was just a small part of the bigger picture. Across the Three Thousand Great Worlds, celestial gods and immortals were being mobilized. More and more Star Lord and Immortal Lords descended to the lower realms, causing the Heavenly Dao’s fortune across the Three Thousand Great Worlds to rise rapidly.

The fortune of the Heavenly Dao could stimulate the growth of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, and also help cultivators cultivate more efficiently.

The living beings across the Three Thousand Great Worlds knew nothing of the immortal and divine struggles. They thought their worlds had entered an unprecedented golden age.

The Heavenly Spirit Great World was also part of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. The Heavenly Dao’s fortune was rising there as well, with more and more geniuses emerging among mortals. This, however, did not impact the Nine Spirits Continent.

Gu An withdrew his gaze, then looked toward An Zizai and Zui floating mid-air among the mountain ranges.

Though the two seemed motionless, they had actually entered a domain Gu An had created. Within it, they were engaging in a battle of Dao techniques.

An Zizai had long cultivated the Myriad Dao Peerless Palm, and had gained considerable mastery. Gu An had never taught that technique to anyone else. Different disciples practiced different Dao arts—there was no need to teach them all the same methods.

Compared to An Zizai, Zui had a broader arsenal of divine abilities. To be precise, Zui had no weaknesses in any area, which also meant none of his divine arts particularly stood out.

Even so, Zui was suppressing An Zizai with overwhelming force.

Gu An was silently wondering whether to guide Zui in cultivating the Immortal Emperor Eyes, allowing him to inherit the legacy of the Longevity Divine Sovereign.

The Immortal Emperor Eyes could be passed down by directly transplanting the eyes. But Gu An didn’t want to go that route. He preferred to guide Zui to cultivate it himself, to see if he possessed that kind of destiny.

Half an hour later.

Zui and An Zizai opened their eyes at the same time, both panting heavily.

An Zizai looked rather grim. He hadn’t expected his proud Myriad Dao Peerless Palm to be ineffective against Zui. Zui, too, was astonished—he hadn’t thought that even a third-generation disciple could be this powerful.

“Zizai, you’re really something. Maybe one day, you’ll even surpass some of the second-generation disciples.”

Zui sincerely praised him. After spending a thousand years training outside with the Blood Prison Saint, he was no longer arrogant. He’d learned some tact and knew how to handle people. After all, he was An Zizai’s martial uncle, so he had to encourage the younger generation.

An Zizai forced a smile and said, “I’m really not that amazing.”

The two exchanged some polite words, then flew toward Gu An.

“Zui’er, you head back first. I need to teach Zizai alone.”

Gu An spoke. Zui froze for a moment, then respectfully bowed and left.

An Zizai, however, looked at Gu An with a face full of guilt. Though Zui was his martial uncle, he had joined the Dao Temple after An Zizai. In fact, An Zizai had even watched Zui cultivate. Now that he couldn’t defeat Zui, he felt like he’d let their grandmaster’s expectations down.

“No need to overthink it. Whether one of you is stronger or weaker, you’re still part of the same family. Through sparring, you find your shortcomings and grow together. That’s what really matters. Fellow disciples are always your own people—never enemies. Got it?”

Gu An spoke earnestly. Hearing this, An Zizai took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

“Next, I’ll teach you the second palm of the Myriad Dao Peerless Palm—Myriad Dragons Ascend to Heaven. This palm contains a powerful sealing force, which happens to cover your current weakness.”

Gu An’s words made An Zizai’s eyes light up with excitement. He immediately dropped to his knees and said in a firm voice, “Disciple-grandson will work hard to cultivate the Myriad Dao Peerless Palm! One day, I will make this palm world-famous and turn it into the greatest supreme art under the Grand Dao!”

Gu An nodded with satisfaction and said, “With that kind of heart, I’m very pleased. Truth is, I have high hopes for you. I can even say—you’re the disciple I expect the most from among all of Wushi Dao Field.”

These words made An Zizai feel like he was burning inside. His face flushed red so fast it could be seen with the naked eye.