Chapter 1331: Huang Tian Divine Clan

Chapter 1331: The Radiant Heaven Divine Clan

"Vast Antiquity holds profound secrets."

Xu Qing pondered deeply.

At that moment, Er Niu’s shout from below shattered Xu Qing and Seventh Master’s thoughts.

"Old man, Little Qing, stop your musings! Since you’re here, why not… hurry and find my true form?"

"I can feel it—my true self lives too freely now. As a splintered soul, I disapprove!"

Er Niu bellowed toward the heavens from the earth.

Midair, Seventh Master glared down at him.

"What nonsense! You and your true form share one head, two backsides!"

Er Niu offered an awkward chuckle.

Meanwhile, Xu Qing’s divine sense suddenly spread outward.

Across Radiant Heaven, muffled thunder rumbled—the sound of his divine sense colliding with alien essence.

This resonance swelled, churning in all directions, turning heaven and earth ashen, stirring gales and roiling clouds.

All vegetation trembled. All ferocious beasts wailed.

Under Xu Qing’s sweeping divine sense, Radiant Heaven’s entirety unfolded within his mind.

Only one region pulsed with fierce light, resisting his probing.

Yet Er Niu stood not within that radiance—

but near it.

Then… Xu Qing glimpsed his true form’s state. His expression turned peculiar.

He withdrew his gaze, fixing it upon Er Niu below.

Er Niu blinked. Knowing Xu Qing well, he instantly grasped the reason.

Clearing his throat, he declared proudly:

"Well? Saw my true form? I told you, Little Qing—I wasn’t boasting! Your senior brother truly stands one step from unifying Radiant Heaven!"

"Shut your mouth!" Seventh Master snapped, unable to endure it.

Having roared, he ignored Er Niu, turning kindly to Xu Qing.

"Dear disciple, that scoundrel’s matter is trivial. As we walk, I’ll recount what happened here long ago."

Xu Qing nodded.

Seventh Master laughed heartily. Bringing his disciple here filled him with joy, especially seeing his cultivation now—a boundless comfort.

He stepped forward.

Sensing his master’s delight, Xu Qing refrained from spoiling the mood.

With a wave of his hand, voids twisted.

Zheng Zhenglì and others emerged through the rippling spacetime he unveiled.

"You—all directions. Suppress the temples. Extract the source essence."

Zheng Zhenglì’s group nodded instantly.

Source extraction was their forte—especially live essence harvesting.

They scattered like rainbows, vanishing toward distant horizons.

Watching them depart, Xu Qing turned and walked toward Seventh Master.

Together, they traversed Radiant Heaven.

Where they passed, alien essences coiling midair dissolved under the Summer Immortal aura radiating from master and disciple.

Even the ashen sky seemed to clear in their wake.

Earthly flora bled black ichor and withered amid the trembling.

Ferocious beasts wailed, crumbling to dust.

Witnessing this, Er Niu trailing behind felt fresh sorrow.

"They embody the master-disciple ideal perfectly… I must strive harder. Else, the old man might truly acknowledge only Little Qing as his disciple."

Gulping, he surged forward, matching Xu Qing and Seventh Master’s pace as if seamlessly part of their trio.

Seventh Master shot Er Niu a sour glance but slowed his steps.

Though his words scolded, his heart still approved of this eldest disciple.

Xu Qing secretly extended immortal energy around Er Niu, boosting his speed.

Thus, the three walked Radiant Heaven.

Their stroll seemed leisurely, yet each step reshaped the land.

Seventh Master’s voice echoed intermittently, recounting past glories.

"Here… where Thick Earth Dao Star shattered…"

"Here… stood Radiant Heaven Divine Clan’s Ninth Altar. My Thick Earth predecessor Yunluozi, with cultivators from entire cosmic clusters, annihilated it!"

His voice thick with emotion, Seventh Master paused, gazing at the earth below.

A colossal trench cut straight through the land—endless, fathomless.

Ancient sword qi still rose from its depths, repelling alien essence for millennia.

"Here, Thick Earth’s immortal Tianling Daoist slew Radiant Heaven’s Divine King’s brother, Huangcan Wang!"

"Huangcan Wang held True God status—unimaginably mighty."

"Tianling Elder sacrificed his cultivation realm, wielding Thick Earth’s supreme treasures to strike him down once, leaving this scar."

Seventh Master sighed over the trench.

Xu Qing bowed deeply toward it, sensing the razor-sharp sword qi within.

Seventh Master’s pride swelled.

"Let us continue."

They crossed mountains and seas, passing landmarks.

His voice painted Radiant Heaven’s ancient wars in vivid, brutal strokes.

Until, upon a vast plain, his tone turned stiff, complex.

"This… is where my master earned his renown."

"Once endless mountains stood here. My master, not yet an immortal, ascended here—clashing with a Radiant Heaven True God unto death."

"Afterward, mountains vanished, leaving scorched earth. The True God perished. My master’s immortal fame spread across Thick Earth."

Xu Qing fell silent, understanding Seventh Master’s turmoil.

Er Niu, uncharacteristically, held his tongue, not disturbing his master’s reverie.

Yet the Summer Immortal aura emanating from Xu Qing and Seventh Master, lingering too long upon the plain,

withered malignant weeds, silenced beastly wails—

then crushed the temples standing there.

They collapsed with thunderous booms.

From shattered sanctuaries, monstrous roars erupted.

Stone idols transformed into flesh, bursting forth with thick alien essence, blazing divine fire.

Their eyes swam with madness, bodies and minds seemingly puppeteered.

Forgetting power disparities, they charged toward the trio in suicidal fury.

Discounting divine sense perception, Xu Qing had witnessed three Radiant Heaven Divine Clan members:

Chimu, Li Zihua, and the Golden Crow Prince.

The first two, assimilated by Vast Antiquity, had abandoned their innate gifts—

Chimu merging with the crimson moon as an outer god, Li Zihua severing his divinity.

The Golden Crow Prince was but a temporal projection.

Then, Xu Qing’s cultivation had been too shallow to perceive their essence.

Thus, for the first time, Xu Qing beheld the true Huangtian Divine Clan with his own eyes.

This race was utterly extraordinary!

Their bodies formed labyrinths woven from crystal and nerve, shapeless yet instantly manifesting the most terrifying form dictated by an observer’s subconscious the moment eyes fell upon them.

Their heads were chaotic sacrificial stages, arrays of floating light cones suspended in the void.

The number varied; those charging toward Xu Qing now bore as many as twelve.

These radiant cones pierced their heads, shimmering with incandescent brilliance, converging upon their so-called faces to weave intricate totems that endlessly reconfigured.

As the cones pulsed, the Huangtian Divine Clan unleashed roars imbued with soul-piercing force, closing in on the hundred-zhang mark.

Xu Qing remained calm, his gaze sweeping across them.

That single glance shattered reality!

The charging figures trembled, their forms dissolving in an instant into crystalline dust that scattered like ash.

Only the light cones within their heads, preserved by Xu Qing’s will, transformed into radiant streams settling gently into his palms.

Resembling dawn’s first light.

Gazing at the glow, Xu Qing pondered deeply.

“Dawn-light?”