278: Chapter 278 Giant Face, Holy Ancestor Descends

Unfortunately, he discovered that he couldn't run at all!

His legs wouldn't move, his arms wouldn't lift, he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

The other two Devil Kings were in the same state.

"You... just who are you?" Molo's voice trembled.

Having lived for nearly ten thousand years, he had never seen anything like this.

He was Molo, the leader of the Six Heavenly Devil Kings, a top-tier existence in the Dao Xuan Realm.

For all these long years, only he had made others feel fear, only he had made others despair.

But now, he couldn't even move.

The person standing before him was like a mountain that could never be surmounted.

Without deliberately releasing any pressure, just by standing there, he instilled a fear that came from the depths of Molo's Soul.

That fear wasn't the fear one feels facing a powerful foe, but the fear an ant feels facing the vast heavens.

He didn't know what Realm this person was at, but he knew that before this person, he was no different from an ant.

Beside him, the Devil King of Gluttony trembled all over, the smile long gone from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor.

He wanted to speak, his lips quivered for a long time, but not a single word came out.

The Devil King of Death's face no longer changed, frozen in its aged appearance.

She looked at Jiang Hao, her eyes filled with terror.

"Great one, don't kill me!" Molo suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a plea.

"I am willing to submit, I am willing to betray the Yimo Clan, I can help you deal with them, I know many secrets!"

The other two Devil Kings also snapped to their senses.

"I am willing too! I am willing to submit as well!"

"Spare us, great one! We are willing to pledge our loyalty to you!"

The three of them vied to express their loyalty.

They felt no psychological burden about such things. Things like loyalty, integrity—those were for the weak.

Staying alive was what mattered most.

Jiang Hao looked at them, unsurprised.

People like this could not possibly have integrity.

But he couldn't be bothered to waste words.

Jiang Hao did not respond, he simply raised his hand.

The faces of Molo and the other two instantly turned deathly pale.

Clenching his teeth, Molo's aura around him surged wildly, trying to fight for his life.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it!

"The Holy Ancestor... will avenge us..." Knowing death was certain, Molo broke down. He stared fixedly at Jiang Hao, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible... You rebels will never know how powerful an immortal truly is..."

Jiang Hao looked at him, saying nothing.

Molo kept talking, kept threatening, kept struggling.

But in Jiang Hao's eyes, this was nothing but the powerless rage of a minor character facing death.

Yes, Molo and the other two were Unorthodox Dao-achievers, capable of battling Great Emperors. In any era, they were not weak, they were absolutely powerful.

But in the eyes of the current Jiang Hao, they were just so-so.

They were no longer on the same level.

Jiang Hao raised his hand.

And gave a light wave.

The three of them simultaneously turned into specks of light.

The main hall of the Heavenly Saint Palace was now completely empty.

Jiang Hao stood there, watching those specks of light drift away.

After the light specks dissipated, six faint clusters of light appeared in the Void Realm.

The light was very dim, like candle flames about to go out at any moment, but within them, one could vaguely see some patterns, like certain marks.

Looking at those six clusters of light, Jiang Hao understood in his heart.

These were the 'Positions' of the Six Devil Kings.

These Positions of the Six Devil Kings were hereditary. Whoever sat in this Position would possess the corresponding power.

The Holy Ancestor used this method to cultivate batch after batch of Puppets.

No matter who it was, as long as they sat in this Position, they could become an Unorthodox Dao-achiever.

"How convenient indeed."

An Qiong's grandfather certainly had methods, to create such a useful thing.

Jiang Hao raised his hand and gave a light wave. Those six clusters of light also dissipated.

Several years had passed.

How many Yimo he had killed, how many people he had saved—he himself had lost count.

From the Northern Frontier to the Southern Borderlands, from the Eastern Wastelands to the Western Desert, clearing city by city, setting up formation after formation. The people of the Holy Lands were busy without a moment's rest, and he was the same.

Now, it was finally almost done.

The Six Devil Kings of the Heavenly Saint Palace were dead; the core strength of the Heavenly Saint Palace was gone.

The remaining Yimo, the people of the Holy Lands could handle on their own.

Only one thing remained.

Jiang Hao lifted his head, gazing towards the sky.

Towards the infinite heights of the Great Dao.

There, a figure lay slumbering.

Majestic, yet also eerie.

His entire body was entwined with a decaying aura, intertwined with the Great Dao of the Dao Xuan Realm, indistinguishable from each other.

That decaying aura spread out from him like countless chains, deeply embedded into every corner of the Dao Xuan Realm.

The Great Dao flowed within him, and also flowed out from him.

He had already become a part of this world, or rather, this world had become a part of him.

He slumbered there, like a colossal beast coiled at the core of the world.

An Qiong's grandfather.

That true immortal.

Jiang Hao looked at that figure and whispered softly in his heart, "Finally, we've reached this step."

BOOM!

The instant the Six Heavenly Devil Kings died, a terror beyond description erupted from the heavens!

As soon as that aura appeared, the entire heavens and earth trembled. The Great Dao wailed, the Void Realm collapsed. Countless Yimo were directly pressed to the ground by this aura, trembling uncontrollably.

"Who dares kill my servants?"

BOOM!

Then, the entire sky cracked open.

The sky truly cracked open, cracked open in the literal sense!

A fissure spanning the entire sky opened up, like a gigantic mouth yawning wide.

A Heavenly Scar appeared.

Something moved within the fissure.

Two eyes slowly opened from within the crack.

Those eyes were too large, so large that all living beings in the Dao Xuan Realm, no matter where they stood, could look up and see those two eyes looking at them.

Each of those two eyes was larger than a star. Deep within their pupils was endless darkness, within which countless dead worlds seemed to float and sink.

As the eyelids opened and closed, fragments of the Great Dao slipped from the corners of the eyes, transforming into decaying showers of light that drifted away.

Just looking at those eyes caused many Yimo and members of the Human Race to tremble in their hearts and Souls.

The Yimo were stunned, then some came to their senses.

"The Holy Ancestor!"

"It's Lord Holy Ancestor!"

"The Holy Ancestor has emerged from seclusion!"

Countless Yimo prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing towards the giant face in the sky.

Some were excited, some ecstatic, some trembled all over.

"The Holy Ancestor has emerged, those damned humans are finished!"

"Let's see if they still dare to resist!"

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible!"

Shouts rose and fell.

They had never seen the Holy Ancestor, but the moment this giant face appeared, they understood his identity.

Because their blood boiled with joy, every cell told them that this was their creator, their origin!

As for the Human Race side, it was a different scene altogether.

Those who had been numbness finally raised their heads.

They looked at the giant face in the sky, at those two eyes larger than stars.

Some went weak in the legs, collapsing to sit on the ground. Some turned and ran, stopped after a few steps, not knowing where to run.

Some knelt down—they were so scared they knelt.

"We're finished..."

"Finished, we're finished..."

"What is that thing..."

No one answered them.

...

In the Northern Frontier, Zhao Ning and Zhao Cheng looked up at the giant face in the sky, their bodies trembling.

This was a pressure from instinct, like a rabbit seeing a tiger—even if the tiger doesn't eat you, your legs instinctively go weak.

Zhao Cheng didn't know what this thing was, but he knew it must be related to the Yimo.

It might even be the legendary Holy Ancestor of the Yimo Clan. This thing was too terrifying!

That face was overlooking the entire world, as if searching for something.

A thought instantly flashed through Zhao Cheng's mind: Is this thing looking for Senior Jiang? It must be!