Chapter 892: Divine Mountain

"The Eternal Throne—I, the Desolate God Heavenly King, am determined to claim it."

A bare-chested giant, towering and robust, stood over ten zhang tall. His bronze skin exuded a formidable aura. This was a powerhouse of the Giant race, whose cultivation had reached the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Realm, the Unity of Eight Desolates stage.

His aura was profound, surpassing that of his peers. Especially the iron hammer on his back, entwined with lightning and engraved with mysterious runes, emanated a world-destroying presence.

"When did the Giant race produce such a powerhouse?" Lin Fan wondered, but recalling the Giant King Kuafu, he began to form some ideas.

It seemed that with the return of each race's supreme being, the overall strength of that race had greatly improved.

Take this Giant before him—if it were five years ago, he would have been a top-tier powerhouse, impossible to remain unknown.

"Desolate God Heavenly King, the Eternal Throne may not necessarily be yours this time."

Beside the Desolate God Heavenly King stood many other powerhouses, all at the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Realm, with profound and extraordinary auras—vastly different from the myriad races Lin Fan had seen five years ago.

This was a change in fortune and demeanor.

And all of this was evidently the transformation brought about by the return of those supreme beings.

"Monk, do you know their origins?" Lin Fan asked.

"Heavenly King? On my escape route, I did hear of a ranking among the myriad races. The top one hundred prodigies of the myriad races make the list. This Giant race's Desolate God Heavenly King is clearly one of the Heavenly Kings on that list," said the Venerable Shakyamuni.

Lin Fan nodded, not expecting such a ranking to exist. Then he chuckled, "Monk, why aren't you on the list?"

"I could have made it, but being hunted by the Buddha race, I naturally lost the chance," the Venerable Shakyamuni said regretfully.

……

Lin Fan's and the Buddha's appearance also drew some attention, but these people did not take Lin Fan and the Buddha seriously.

Now they were just waiting for the moment the mountain peak opened, then they would enter and seize the sole Eternal Throne.

Once the Eternal Throne had been restricted by some mysterious existence, but after the return of all the supreme powerhouses of the myriad races, these Eternal Thrones had scattered across the world.

For those powerhouses stuck at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Stage, as long as they could obtain the Eternal Throne, they could soar to the skies and enter the wondrous tenth level, the Eternal Divine Throne Stage.

"Are we going in later?" asked the Buddha.

"Of course we're going in. Why not? Your cultivation is far too low now. Being friends with me must put a lot of pressure on you, so we need to boost your cultivation," Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Uh!" On hearing this, the Buddha felt like dying. How could he talk like that? What did he mean by pressure? This humble monk felt no pressure at all!

Boom!

Just then, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. The towering peak suddenly quaked, as if split apart by a pair of hands from the middle. A huge crack, like a thread of sky, pierced through heaven and earth.

"The Divine Mountain has opened."

In an instant, the powerhouses of all races who had been waiting transformed into streaks of rainbow light and vanished into the Divine Mountain.

For these powerhouses, every second counted. There was only one Eternal Throne; if they were slow, someone else might seize it first.

"Baldy, let's go in too," Lin Fan said unhurriedly after everyone else had entered.

Lin Fan was not the least bit anxious about this situation.

After entering the Divine Mountain, Lin Fan looked around at the surroundings and revealed a look of surprise.

This did not seem like a secret realm; it was more like a dimensional world.

Mountain ranges stretched endlessly into the distance. At the same time, there were no ancient beasts here; it was like a paradise. But in Lin Fan's view, this place was probably not so simple.

Lin Fan flew through the void and saw those powerful beings who had entered earlier standing there, as if discussing something.

"What are they doing?" asked the Venerable Shakya in confusion. A group of people standing there—could they be chatting idly?

It was only after Lin Fan landed among them that he realized they had been blocked.

Gazing into the distance, among the mountains, an Eternal Throne radiated divine splendor. A man with an expressionless face sat upright on that Eternal Throne.

His aura was calm, like a corpse, without any movement.

But to the powerful beings of the myriad races, it was not so; each wore a grave expression.

"Huang Shen Tian Wang, the Eternal Throne is right before you, yet you do not go," said a dragon clan man, also a figure on the Heavenly King rankings, using provocation.

"Heh, no rush," laughed Huang Shen Tian Wang.

But inwardly, he was extremely puzzled, wondering who the man seated on the Eternal Throne was. Without figuring it out, he would absolutely not move.

"Hmph, the Eternal Throne is right before you. If you won't go, I will," roared a horned clan man. He unleashed his martial arts divine ability, his body transforming into a one-horned beast, penetrating into the void and charging toward the Eternal Throne.

At this moment, some of the surrounding powerful beings could no longer sit still. The Eternal Throne was right before them—how could they not step forward to contend?

Swish! Swish!

Several more figures shot up into the sky, turning into thunderbolts, charging toward the Eternal Throne.

"These people are heading for tragedy," said Lin Fan.

"What do you mean?" asked the Venerable Shakya in confusion.

"Heh, it's indeed strange. How could the one who treats the Eternal Throne as a treasure so honestly scatter it out? It turns out he was waiting for people to take the bait."

"That being's former self was the owner of this Eternal Throne. Although he has now fallen, his divine thought remains, extremely powerful. Although these myriad race beings are at the ninth level of Divine Heavenly Position, compared to the true tenth level of Divine Heavenly Position, the gap is still too great," said Lin Fan.

"Oh! So that's it." The Venerable Shakya nodded, but did not warn the myriad races.

But times had changed now. Once suppressed by the ancient clans, the myriad races could not unite. Now that the myriad races had grown strong, they naturally had selfish motives.

Let them die; it had nothing to do with them anyway.

"The Eternal Throne is mine!" roared a Heavenly King at the ninth level of Divine Heavenly Position. His five fingers clenched the void, and the void exploded violently, trying to seize the Eternal Throne.

The other powerful beings, of course, would not let him succeed and also exerted their full strength.

But at that moment, the figure seated on the Eternal Throne suddenly stood up. In an instant, wind and clouds surged, heaven and earth shook.

A sharp edge shot up into the sky.

Pfft!

No one had time to react. But when they did, those powerful beings floating in the void suddenly halted, then stood motionless.

"What's going on?"

The surrounding powerful beings were extremely puzzled, not knowing what had happened.

But suddenly... crack!

A Heavenly King's head instantly separated from his body. Blood spilled across heaven and earth. A sharp sword intent suddenly burst out from within his body.

Bang!

A Heavenly King had fallen.

Following that, the other powerful beings also suffered the same fate. Their bodies exploded, thick blood staining countless peaks, and they did not even have a chance to regenerate from a drop of blood.