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The emperors of the six great hegemonic nations of the world descended upon the Spectating River Platform as Dharma Images.

They each stood in the middle of two Six Harmonies Stone Pillars, as if supporting the heavens alongside the Pillars of Six Harmonies.

The owner of the red, white, and green dragon robes spoke, “Inheriting the legacy of the Human Emperor, following the virtues of the ancient sages!”

His voice was grand, as if it penetrated the heavens and the earth.

It echoed on the Spectating River Platform, yet rolled far away, as if spreading a magnificent will to the entire present world.

“At this time, the third thousand nine hundred and nineteenth year of the Dao calendar, on the eleventh day of the seventh month…”

This voice said, “Jing!”

Another voice, extremely majestic, like establishing the rules of heaven and earth, continued, “Qin!”

Followed by the solemn, powerful voice next to the Qin Emperor, like charging iron cavalry and a forest of swords and spears: “Jing!”

Then, a vast and boundless female voice, lofty as if in the clouds: “Mu!”

Immediately after, a noble and unparalleled great voice, as if born supreme: “Chu!”

Going around in a circle, finally, a voice as deep as the sea, majestic as a mountain, encompassing all things and irresistible: “Qi!”

These six great voices, each speaking separately, converged into one sound—

“Hereupon, we suppress the Long River!”

These six great voices, from north to south, encompassing all six directions, rolled back and forth.

Great power descended.

The six gigantic, heaven-supporting Dharma Images temporarily vanished, and the “mirror curtain” surrounded by the Pillars of Six Harmonies reappeared.

Through this mirror curtain, people saw a vast seal slowly condensing above the turbulent, roaring section of the Yellow River.

This seal had six sides below, representing the Six Harmonies.

Each side was relief-carved with mountains and rivers stretching for miles, and a beautiful human world.

Above this seal were nine dragons. Their tails stood on the base, their bodies adhered to each other, and their nine dragon heads held a great sun.

On the bottom surface were eight large Daoist characters, which read—

“Nine Dragons Holding the Sun, Forever Suppressing Mountains and Rivers!”

This was the Seal of Nine Dragons Holding the Sun, Forever Suppressing Mountains and Rivers!

Legend has it that the Human Emperor was endowed with the treasures of the Six Harmonies, using them to suppress the eight directions. This was one of them!

And ordinary cultivators could not see it at all, even Divine Descent cultivators could only faintly perceive it—

From the Eastern Domain, Southern Domain, Western Domain, Northern Domain, and Central Domain, everywhere where human footprints had been, everywhere where smoke curled from human settlements…

Faint, indistinct forces, like scattered stars, gathered bit by bit, accumulating from few to many, initially like a gentle stream, then like a surging river, and finally vast and mighty!

That which was tiny could be so great.

That which was微茫 (Wēimáng – faint/slight/dim) could be so majestic.

The inexhaustible great power that had gathered was all rushing towards the Spectating River Platform.

Mountains, rivers, and ten thousand people, heaven and earth as one heart.

This was the Torrent of Human Dao!

The Seal of Nine Dragons Holding the Sun, Forever Suppressing Mountains and Rivers became clearer and clearer, and the mountains and rivers carved on the six sides became more and more vivid.

Under the manipulation of the great power of the six emperors, this Seal of Nine Dragons Holding the Sun, Forever Suppressing Mountains and Rivers slowly descended.

“Alas! With the Long River as rice paper, with heaven and earth as a great seal…”

The sacrificial text of that Confucian sage from back then seemed to echo in the heart, playing in unison with the roar of the Long River.

The Seal of Nine Dragons Holding the Sun, Forever Suppressing Mountains and Rivers was thus imprinted.

Touching the raging waves, the raging waves stopped. Impressing the terrifying waves, the terrifying waves were calmed.

Suppressing the Ancestral River again… at least for a ten-year period!

“…So that the wind and rain are smooth, the mountains and rivers are solid, heaven and earth are peaceful, and the ten thousand people are safe!”

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Jiang Wang seemed to hear a mournful cry.

The Immortal State of Hearing could testify that there was no such thing as a “sound” at all.

This sound was more like a certain resonance at the soul level.

Like watching autumn leaves fall, and feeling a doubled sense of desolation.

It was like the trembling of the entire Long River.

But this faint “mournful sound” also gradually dissipated as the waves in the Yellow River section subsided.

In the “mirror curtain,” one could see the water level rapidly dropping, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang…

Soon the two ancient Dragon Son Suppression Bridges were once again like high cliffs.

The Long River became so calm and gentle, as if it had just turned over and fallen into a deep sleep.

And not a single drop of water could be seen on the ancient bridge surface, vanished without a trace.

Within the World’s Platform, people were immersed in a great感動 (gǎndòng – emotion/moved).

In the distant past, which could no longer be accurately verified, where did the human race have a place to stand?

Darkness was as long as the years.

In the long history, it was generation after generation of ancient sages who blazed through thorns and waves, and generation after generation of humans who fought bloody battles tirelessly, only then did they transform this “present world” into the “human world”.

What forever suppressed the mountains and rivers was never some treasure of the Six Harmonies.

What stood tall against the heavens was never some heaven-supporting pillar.

It was “humans”.

It was generation after generation of “humans” who advanced wave after wave, sacrificing their lives.

The single character “human” stands in heaven and earth.

The “mirror curtain” surrounding the four sides disappeared once again.

The six great, heaven-supporting figures reappeared.

They were like six towering giants, looking down upon the grand gathering of human prodigies within the Pillars of Six Harmonies.

This was the main competition of the Yellow River Meeting, the peak gathering of the present world’s young prodigies.

Prodigies from all nations gathered here, who could make a name for themselves throughout the world?

Everyone sat in the stands, holding their breath, waiting for the start of the grand meeting.

Xian Nankui, with his jujube-red face, was fully armored and stood below the A-grade martial arts platform, showing no intention of speaking.

Presiding over the main competition of the Yellow River Meeting, even the Commander of the Divine Strategy Army, Xian Nankui, was slightly lacking in dignity.

With no visible movement trajectory, and no idea how it happened, a Daoist priest seemed to appear out of thin air on the C-grade martial arts platform.

This person wore a luxurious Daoist robe of gold and jade in contrasting colors, with a Daoist bun secured by a gold-rimmed jade hairpin.

His complexion was ruddy, and his features were handsome.

He looked around, met the eyes of the six great Dharma Images of the emperors one by one, and finally bowed slightly to the Jing Emperor, completing the禮 (lǐ – etiquette/bow).

“Yu Xi of Jade Capital Mountain, greets all Supremes.”

His face was calm, without any discernible aura, but his voice had a very warm feeling, flowing slowly, as if it could soothe the listener’s heart.

“This Yellow River Meeting will be presided over by this humble Daoist.” He said.

This True Monarch strongman from Jade Capital Mountain extended his hand towards the east stands: “Please take your seat, Mr. Ao!”

On the eastern stands, there was a single luxurious chair at the highest point. Gold and jade were intertwined, and gemstones dotted it like stars.

The back of the chair was directly against the towering Pillar of Six Harmonies.

The position of this Pillar of Six Harmonies was exactly between the Dharma Images of the Jing Emperor and the Qi Emperor.

Therefore, the being on this chair was also between the two emperors.

Similarly, without any fluctuations, a figure whose face could not be clearly seen, wearing a golden robe, landed on that large chair.

Although also supreme and noble, and positioned above everyone in the arena, compared to the six heaven-supporting, world-surrounding emperors, it inevitably seemed a bit dim.

Yu Xi did not seem to intend to introduce him, only glanced at Xian Nankui below the A-grade martial arts platform, and had already completed the exchange of relevant information for the Yellow River Meeting.

Then he said, “Please enter the arena, the Outer Tower realm prodigies from all nations.”

He stepped back to the area below the martial arts platform, his voice still clearly reaching everyone’s ears: “The name tokens have been determined, each has an opponent. Life and death are decreed by fate, victory and defeat are contested.”

“Please perform for the world!”

To Jiang Wang’s right, Chong Xuanzun rose calmly.

A smile that seemed to be there but not always hung on the corner of his mouth, and there was no hint of nervousness in his ink-dyed eyes.

He walked away from the stands slowly but quickly.

In a white robe, his demeanor was unmatched. The moment he stepped onto the G-grade martial arts platform, he became the focus of attention for the entire audience.

Sixteen Outer Tower prodigies would simultaneously begin battles on eight martial arts platforms.

One battle would determine the top eight.

And Chong Xuanzun’s opponent also stood opposite him at this moment.

Based on the tacit understanding between the six great hegemonic nations, without any surprise, Chong Xuanzun of the Qi State’s opponent was Tai Yin from the renowned Tai family of the Xia State.

He was the grandnephew of the True Person Tai Hua, who died in battle at Sword Peak Mountain.

This was a young prodigy whose appearance could also be considered handsome.

Facing a Qi person, he truly embodied national hatred and family enmity.

He had reason to be angry, and the cause and effect of hatred.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Chong Xuanzun was very calm.

It was like facing an ordinary passerby.

He didn’t know him before, didn’t know him now, and didn’t need to remember him in the future.