147: Chapter 147 Yujing Bows Down

Strong winds howled, sweeping up shards of white jade and ancient scrolls scattered across the ground.

The Grand Elder of Taixu and three other ancient monsters, who had lived for thousands of years and were renowned throughout the world, were currently kneeling at Ye Xiu's feet without a shred of dignity.

Their foreheads were pressed firmly against the cold ground, their cloudy, aged eyes filled with madness and desperate pleading.

"You wouldn't have any complaints even if I tore down the entire Little Jade Capital?"

Ye Xiu sat by the jade table, toying with the exquisite "Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade Cup" in his hand, a look of undisguised mockery curving his lips.

Looking down from above at these four hoary heads, he sneered:

"You old things, to save your own lives, you really have no shame left for your ancestors."

"Sect Leader, please be discerning..."

The Grand Elder of Taixu's voice trembled. "The Dao is severed, and there is no path forward.

If we cannot break the shackles imposed by these thieving heavens, our thousands of years of bitter cultivation are nothing more than the laughable behavior of watchdog dogs!

As long as the path to immortality can be continued, what is a mere reputation worth!"

"You all are quite self-aware, knowing that you are just dogs kept in captivity."

Ye Xiu splashed the remaining wine in his cup onto the ground and let out a scoff:

"The Divine Bridge Realm you Cultivate is based on using external forces to communicate with the heavens and earth, building a bridge within your bodies that leads to a fake Heavenly Court.

Once others cut that bridge, you are naturally left waiting for death at the edge of a cliff."

Hearing this, the four Grand Elders kowtowed repeatedly, as if they had grasped a life-saving Immortal Plant.

The State Preceptor of Yankang stood to the side, holding his breath, terrified of missing a single word.

"My technique is called 'Immortal Platform,' and it focuses on gathering all great power within oneself! I do not beg of the heavens and earth, nor do I worship gods or Buddhas.

Based on my 'Three Origins Returning to One' True Qi, I create a Universe within my own body, forging my own creation!

I trample upon the heavens, why would I need to build some bullshit Divine Bridge to beg others to open the door?"

Ye Xiu's words were like thunder, arrogant to the extreme, yet they contained the supreme truth that could overturn the Laws of this world.

The four Grand Elders listened, entranced, their eyes blazing with extreme desire.

Just as they prepared to kowtow again to beg for the technique, Ye Xiu changed the subject, his tone turning cold:

"However, I am not running a charity. If you want to learn my technique, you must exchange it for the most core secrets of your Little Jade Capital."

Ye Xiu extended a finger, pointing at the scattered, flying debris of the ancient scrolls, his golden and silver heterochromatic eyes filled with an undeniable dominance:

"I just took a rough glance, and these scraps only record trivial matters.

Hand over your hidden archives regarding how those fake gods in the sky severed the Divine Bridge and destroyed the ancient era!"

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder of Taixu shivered violently, his face turning deathly pale as if he had heard something terrifyingly taboo.

"Sect... Sect Leader, that history is a taboo! It is a history of 'Great Rebellion' erased by the Immortals in the sky!

Once it is revealed to the world, it will surely invite true Heavenly Punishment. When that time comes, not only Little Jade Capital, but the entire The Great Ruins and Yankang will..."

"Slap!"

Before the Grand Elder of Taixu could finish, Ye Xiu struck him with an invisible palm.

It directly sent the Peak Divine Bridge Realm monster rolling three times on the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Stop trying to act mysterious in front of me!"

Ye Xiu stood up abruptly, his crimson dragon-patterned wedding robe rustling in the wind, resembling a demon god.

"I have even sliced through the Heavenly Punishment blizzard they laid down with a single sword, what do I have to fear from Heavenly Punishment?

Hand it over! Otherwise, I will send you on your way right now!"

Facing Ye Xiu's tangible, terrifying murderous intent, the Grand Elder of Taixu completely broke down.

He knew that the Heavenly Punishment of the fake gods in the sky might be delayed, but the sword of the Wine Sword Immortal before him could fall at any moment.

"I... I will give it!"

The Grand Elder of Taixu scrambled up, his hands forming Seals with lightning speed, and he spat out a mouthful of his lifeblood essence.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deep, muffled sound of mechanisms turning, a crack suddenly opened deep beneath the ruins of the Cangtian Pavilion.

A black iron box, crafted entirely from Shou Shan copper and covered in dense, ancient suppressing Talismans, slowly rose.

The moment the iron box appeared, an ancient aura, intensely tragic and heroic, as if containing the resentment of billions of lives, instantly swept across the entire white jade plaza.

Even the State Preceptor of Yankang couldn't help but take half a step back, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if he were seeing a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

The Grand Elder of Taixu knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at the iron box, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Sect Leader, what is contained in this box is the erased, authentic history of the primordial era — the 'Kaihuang Era'.

It records the Peak era belonging to the Human Race forty thousand years ago, and... that 'Kaihuang Calamity' which buried all Divine Bridges."

"Kaihuang Calamity?"

Ye Xiu snorted coldly and strode forward.

He didn't bother unraveling the complex Talismans, instead using his hand as a sword, his fingertips spitting out the sharp, peerless intent of Sword Twenty-Three.

With a single strike, he cleaved open the iron box made of Shou Shan copper!

"Bang!"

The iron box shattered, and inside lay an ancient scroll, neither gold nor jade, stained with dried black blood.

Ye Xiu grabbed the scroll, his left eye glowing with Pure Yang True Fire, his right eye with Taiyi Vitality.

His golden and silver heterochromatic eyes instantly erupted with blinding divine light, forcibly reading the ancient memories sealed within the scroll!

"Hum—"

In an instant, a torrent of information, unimaginably vast, rushed directly into the minds of Ye Xiu and the State Preceptor of Yankang standing nearby.

The ruins before them vanished, replaced by grand, breathtaking, and suffocating ancient scenes.

In the scenes, it was a brilliant and prosperous age belonging to humanity.

An ancient emperor named "Kaihuang," leading billions of human martyrs, had built a highly prosperous civilization on this land.

In that era, there were no high and mighty gods, nor were there severed paths to immortality.

Human Cultivators, relying on their own wisdom and Cultivation Techniques, cultivated magnificent Divine Bridges that spanned the heavens within their bodies.

They not only established huge Empires on the land but also built starships that covered the sky.

They crossed the Void Realm directly and established their own "Heavenly Court" on the stars beyond the heavens!

Ten thousand nations came to pay homage; the human Dao flourished!

"What a Kaihuang Era! What a Human Race Heavenly Court!"

The State Preceptor of Yankang watched the prosperous scene in the vision, trembling with excitement, tears welling up in his eyes.

Wasn't this the ultimate goal he had pursued his whole life and tried to achieve through reform?!

However, the next second in the vision, the scene changed drastically.

The sky cracked.

It was a true collapse of heaven and earth!

Above the nine heavens, terrifying phantoms, shrouded in Chaos divine light, suddenly appeared.

Those phantoms were cold and ruthless, high and mighty, as if looking down at a nest of ants that had bred too much and were trying to climb out of the pigpen.

"The Human Race is presumptuous, attempting to defy the heavens. They must be executed."

A grand, emotionless, mechanical voice spread throughout the Major Thousand Worlds.

Immediately following, the true "Heavenly Punishment" descended.

It was not ordinary Lightning Tribulation, nor was it frost or rain.

It was divine fire filling the sky, meteorites tearing through space, and a bizarre "Extinction Divine Light" specifically targeting the Laws of the Divine Bridge!

In the vision, countless martyrs of the Kaihuang Era roared, drawing their swords and rushing into the high sky, attempting to defy the high and mighty "fake gods."

But the gap was too great! Those fake gods controlled weapons based on higher-dimensional Laws.

Ye Xiu and the State Preceptor watched with their own eyes as the human starships floating in the starry sky were easily swept away by the divine light, as if they were made of paper, turning into fireballs falling to the earth.

The Heavenly Court, painstakingly built by the Human Race, was flattened into ruins by a giant hand descending from the sky!

Most despairingly, those fake gods dropped a terrifying Innate Spirit Treasure — a "Sword of Severing Earth and Heaven" that cut through the Karma of heaven and earth.

That sword swept across, not only killing the top powerhouses of the Kaihuang Era but also directly severing the Laws of heaven and earth in this world!

Every human Cultivator who had reached the Divine Bridge Realm saw their internal Divine Bridge collapse and shatter at the same moment, their Primordial Spirits backlashed until they were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

At the end of the vision was the Kaihuang Emperor, covered in blood, his crown shattered.

He stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, leaning on a broken sword, roaring unwillingly at the sky...

From then on, the Kaihuang Era was destroyed.

The Divine Bridge was broken.

The surviving humans had their memories tampered with by those fake gods and were shackled with invisible chains.

For generations, they became pigs kept under the "Broken Bridge," able only to rely on offering faith to exchange for a meager space to survive.

"Snap."

The memory scene ended abruptly, and the blood-stained ancient scroll turned into a pile of fly ash in Ye Xiu's hand.

"How could it be like this..."

The State Preceptor of Yankang staggered back two steps, his face as pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of heart blood, staining his green robes red.