Chapter 603: Heavenly Palace!

An old man riding a green ox appeared between heaven and earth, his stature unknown for tens of thousands of miles. His temperament was transcendent, ethereal and unfixed, as if he himself were the sky. His aura shook ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

"Is this a god?" People felt a chill. A god appeared before them, and they were all speechless.

Many powerful beings could not bear it and directly knelt in worship. The divine might was too terrifying; they could not withstand it.

The creatures of the demon race were nearly scared to death by the green ox. This was a demon god. A large number of creatures fell to the ground, and even the offspring of divine beasts found it hard to persist, nearly kneeling in worship.

The heroes trembled. After such a long span of years, there were still living gods—unbelievable.

"How terrifying..." Yang Tian's eyes fell on the old man. Although he could not see clearly, the Dao resonance emanating from him was like that of the lord of heaven and earth, as if one anger from him could destroy all things.

Moreover, Yang Tian sensed from the old man a kind of ancestral authority. Was he the supreme being of heaven and earth?

"So similar... so similar..." The black-clad youth observed the old man, murmuring to himself. On his life star, there had once been a stone statue of Laozi in a reclusive family, treasured as a clan heirloom.

He had seen it once. The old man riding a green ox, with vast divine might, was a figure from mythology, the founder of the Daoist school, who emerged from the Mountain and Sea Realm, looked down upon the nine heavens, and was invincible in the human world!

"How can the will of Laozi exist here? Incredible! Through ten thousand cycles of reincarnation, through the vicissitudes of the sea and fields, his will still remains. Is this what it means to be the supreme being of heaven and earth!"

The black-clad youth's eyes blazed with fervor. If not for the old man being too terrifying and hard to approach, he would have walked over to follow Laozi and pursue the supreme Dao.

From the black-clad youth's knowledge of fragmentary ancient texts, in Laozi's era, the human race was extremely weak. Back then, ten thousand races stood side by side, the strong were as numerous as ants, and many great races practiced slavery.

In that era, very few life stars had been explored. It is estimated that the Tianyang Continent was still an uncivilized region.

That was a mythological age, a time hard to trace. There were too many powerful beings in heaven and earth then, cultivation treasures were everywhere, and each great patriarch occupied a single ancient star to propagate and multiply.

The Mountain and Sea Realm rose during that time, producing the Daoist and Buddhist schools, which civilized all things and spread the supreme methods.

Moreover, in that era, the great races fought endless wars, staining the nine heavens with blood. Supreme beings fell in battle. The Daoist and Buddhist schools produced many extraordinary heroes who quelled the chaos of that age and suppressed it for ten thousand years!

The black-clad youth could no longer speak. It was too incredible. That era was too distant, unimaginable, and impossible to trace. What he knew was only hearsay, and it was uncertain whether it was true.

"This old man riding a green ox—I seem to have seen him somewhere." Xuanyuan Mu squinted his eyes. He seemed to have encountered him in some ancient text, and within him, stormy waves surged.

If it were truly so, this old man was likely a hero who suppressed ten thousand years, recorded in ancient texts for later generations to worship.

Just as many powerful beings were trembling, the old man in the void actually dissipated, as if he had never been there, vanishing into thin air!

"He's gone! The god has left!" People exclaimed, their eyes darting around, but they could not find any trace of the god.

"Could it be just a wisp of will..." The black-clad youth's face showed uncertainty. It came too suddenly and left too suddenly, revealing no details.

The emergence of a god chilled the hearts of all the powerful beings present. Their eyes fixed on the divine palace floating in the sky, and they stood dumbfounded, unable to break in.

However, Yang Tian's eyes were not calm. Within, a faint call came, urging Yang Tian to enter.

Yang Tian's eyes wavered with indecision. Just as he hesitated, the voice of the big black bird slowly sounded in his ear: "Yang Tian, you possess the divine skills of the Daoist school; you can go in!"

The big black bird's tone was certain. Yang Tian turned his head, looking at the big black bird perched on the big tree, and transmitted his voice: "Are you sure I can enter?"

"Yes, because someone once entered, and he practiced the divine skills of the Daoist school!" The big black bird nodded. He pursed his lips and said somewhat awkwardly, "If you can get in, I hope you can take me out."

Hearing this, Yang Tian's pupils slightly contracted. He looked at the big black bird, nodded, and smiled, "No problem. As long as I can get in, I will do my utmost to fulfill your wish."

"Thank you!" A trace of excitement appeared in the big black bird's eyes. He had been trapped inside for who knows how many years—too long. The seas had changed, and he had even forgotten his name.

He longed to get out. Together with Yang Tian, he had repeatedly obtained opportunities, his Life Wheel Eye had recovered considerably, and there were even some medicinal kings he had not yet taken.

A terrifying heavenly palace descended, radiating overwhelming divine might, making people dare not approach.

At that moment, a black-clad youth paced through the void. His black hair danced lightly, his divine bearing astonished the world, his temperament ethereal, like an exiled immortal walking in the void.

Yang Tian's sudden action drew the attention of those around. Their hearts were filled with doubt: Could he succeed?

"Kill him!" Yi Xing roared, his black hair dancing, hoping that the god inside would act and strike down Yang Tian.

Not only him, but many figures also shouted loudly, eager for the god inside to act and kill Yang Tian, that invincible figure.

"Will something happen?" Yuan Xia, in white like an immortal, her eyes bright as stars, watched the youth in the void and murmured in her heart, a trace of worry appearing.

He walked step by step, his aura steady. Suddenly, a golden path descended from heaven and earth, piercing through chaotic beams of light, appearing beneath Yang Tian's feet.

"How is this possible?" People's eyes bulged. The divine palace was actually welcoming Yang Tian—unbelievable!

"Impossible!" Yi Xing cried out softly, nearly going mad with jealousy. If Yang Tian entered the divine palace, he might obtain some earth-shattering opportunity, making him even harder to kill.

The emergence of the golden path shocked everyone present. Their eyes nearly popped out. Just now, a god had manifested inside; a god dwelt there, and yet Yang Tian could actually enter!

"It seems that the Daoist techniques Yang Tian cultivates are not simple. They are probably core divine arts, recognized by the heavenly palace." Xuanyuan Mu sighed. Yang Tian's journey would bring him great fortune.

"He really went in." Yuan Xia couldn't help but exclaim. Who knew what was inside, yet the divine palace welcomed him of its own accord—an unbelievable scene.

The golden path appeared, and joy filled Yang Tian's heart. He stepped onto it, as if walking on level ground. He couldn't help but smile, walking step by step toward the divine palace shrouded in chaotic beams of light.

Dan Xueyi's beautiful eyes shifted, watching the youth in the void. Her purple robes fluttered, divine radiance flowing through her whole body, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

Yang Tian had walked up, and some could no longer hold back. If he could do it, why couldn't they?

"You, go up and take a look!" At this moment, Tianpeng's eyes turned and fell upon a golden-hued exotic beast. This was a terrifying exotic beast, with divine blood flowing in its body, a follower of the Tianpeng clan.

"I'll go..." It trembled all over upon hearing this, but unable to resist Tianpeng's divine might, it gritted its teeth fiercely and shot into the air.

A terrifying exotic beast soared through the air, drawing the attention of everyone present. They all hoped this exotic beast would succeed, so that they too could go up and have a look.

"Fool!" Seeing this golden exotic beast, Xuanyuan Mu's eyes showed a hint of mockery. The heavenly palace had stood for who knows how many years, and only one person had entered. What chance did it have?

Just as the exotic beast was about to approach the golden path, its body suddenly trembled violently. Under its terrified gaze, its body instantly exploded, turning into nothingness, blasted into powder.

Gasps! The whole scene was shaken. A terrifying exotic beast was instantly killed, and it hadn't even approached.

"Bastard!" Tianpeng's heart blazed with fury. He roared, his killing intent like a heavenly blade, his desire to kill Yang Tian even stronger.

Many powerful beings trembled with fear. Their eyes fixed on the figure about to enter, their faces twisted with envy, wishing it were them going up.

Under the gaze of the multitude, Yang Tian's figure slowly disappeared before everyone's eyes!

"He went in..." The heroes sighed. Yang Tian had finally entered, without triggering any slaughter.

Rumble! In an instant, the sky shook and the earth moved. A vast divine might surged forth. In the sky, a huge gate of light slowly emerged, radiating terrifying aura, spreading for who knows how many miles.

"This..." Yuan Xia's jade hand instantly clenched, divine light radiating from her eyes. The Dao God Mountain was about to close, but Yang Tian had not yet come out!

"What's going on?" Fatty and the others were alarmed. If Yang Tian couldn't get out, he might never be able to leave.

Yun'er's face instantly turned pale, her body trembling slightly. She waited, and everyone waited. Could Yang Tian still come out?