Slaughtering a Saint!
A word so dreamlike, so awe-inspiring, yet now truly happening — the shockwaves swept across the world, reaching every corner.
Some rejoiced, some worried, reactions varying wildly. Ye Fan, gone for over a decade, returned only to accomplish such a feat — truly a sensation without precedent!
“The human race’s Sacred Body is growing formidable — once he becomes a Saint, who could restrain him? Better to eliminate him early while still in his infancy, not letting him grow further.”
Some among the Ancient Clans murmured quietly, Ye Fan’s performance filling them with deep unease. Such a brilliant achievement left them stunned, wondering how they could possibly resist or suppress him in the future.
“Comparable to the Ruthless One, matching the young Wushi, rivaling the Azure Emperor — a shining pearl radiating immortal light, illuminating countless mountains and rivers!”
Those favorable to Ye Fan expressed heartfelt admiration and praise, full of anticipation for his future, believing he might well become an immortal legend.
A cool breeze blew, leaves dancing, carrying the fresh scent of earth mixed with the fragrance of mountain flowers and grass. Ye Fan stood atop a mountain peak, gazing into the distance.
Though far from the Ancient Wasteland Forbidden Zone, unease lingered in his heart — he sensed something terrifying was about to happen, his face constantly turned toward that direction.
“Master, let’s go. Stop looking — we can’t change anything anyway,” Ye Tong said.
Ye Fan nodded, and the group departed, flying toward the distance, vanishing at the horizon.
That day, they passed through many places in the Southern Region — streets and alleys, inns and teahouses, wherever cultivators gathered, all were discussing Ye Fan’s slaying of a Saint.
This was a whirlwind sweeping through the Eastern Wasteland, spreading through the Central Continent, blowing toward the Southern Ridge and Western Desert — one battle shocking the mortal world.
“Even the young Void Emperor was no more than this…” At the Ji Family, a middle-aged man murmured to himself, seated upon a grand and imposing hall, his skin bronze-colored, his eyes sharp as lightning, carrying an air of authority.
This was Ji Haoyue’s father. His gaze turned toward the heavens, thinking of his son and daughter — if they were still by his side, what heights might they have reached by now? His daughter had once had connections with Ye Fan; unfortunately, nothing could be done about it now, and he didn’t know whether his children would ever return.
In the Central Continent, within the Yin-Yang Sect, a group of people fell silent — after fourteen years, this person had returned again, filling their hearts with unease.
In the Western Desert, upon hearing this news, An Miaoyi’s eyes flashed with an unusual light, a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, saying, “Can this generation truly be invincible, breaking through every obstacle with a single pair of fists?”
In the central Eastern Wasteland, an elderly man with scattered white hair, tall in stature yet unable to stand fully upright, his eyes dim and lifeless, gazed into the distance, his spirit weary, saying, “My Peng-child could have fought him back then, yet died young, trapped in the heavenly barrier set by the Roc Clan’s Great Saint.”
A desolate sigh escaped him; he seemed to age five hundred years in an instant, his eyes growing even dimmer, muddy tears sliding down, tracing the wrinkles etched deep into his face.
This was none other than the old Golden Roc King, once a generation’s Demon King, now like a candle guttering in the wind, his golden hair turned entirely snow-white, without a trace of luster left.
Suddenly, his expression shifted. He rose from an old, worn teahouse, his body staggering, gazing toward a young man on the street, his golden pupils shooting out twin beams of light.
“So much like my Peng-child — silent, few words, a face full of stubborn resolve…”
Ahead, a young man stood covered in blood, evidently having just come from fierce battle, his face etched with determination, his features sharp and distinct, his gaze firm.
“Young man, what is your name?” the old Roc King approached.
“Long Yuxuan,” the young man replied.
The old Roc King trembled, extending a rough hand, only to have it quickly blocked by Long Yuxuan, who straightened, his sword-like brows rising sharply.
“Good… truly so alike. I don’t believe there’s no one who can pass through my Roc Clan Great Saint’s heavenly barrier — this old man will fulfill his final wish and go make an attempt!”
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In the central Eastern Wasteland region, upon hearing that Ye Fan had slaughtered a Saint, Feng Huang’s five-colored mask gleamed with brilliant light, wisps of immortal radiance wreathing her slender, graceful form, making her all the more captivating.
She couldn’t help but murmur to herself, “He actually slaughtered a Saint…”
Outside the window, rain beat against banana leaves, lightning flashed and thunder rolled. She stood in a daze, momentarily stunned.
“Heh heh…” A chillingly cold laugh drifted from within a small world — had anyone heard it, they would surely feel a chill to the bone, for this was the aura of a Killing-Dao Ancient Saint!
This was an ancient divine palace in a distant realm, its carpet actually made from a Saint’s skin, the ancient hall itself constructed from the skulls of countless kings, appearing snow-white and crystalline, exuding a cold, forbidding air, as though one had arrived in the Nine Serenities.
In the Northern Region, the Yaochi Sacred Maiden’s beautiful eyes shifted, her expression radiant, seated cross-legged beneath the ancient Peach Tree, facing a crystalline Stone King, momentarily entranced upon hearing the news.
“Brother, where are you going?” In the Fire Qilin Cave, blue light flickered, graceful and slender, the immaculate Huo Lin’er spoke, purple flames dancing within the ancient cave, the Qilin lying coiled, ancient herbs fragrant in the air.
“Indeed it’s him — I want to go see for myself whether he’s truly grown this powerful. Slaughtering a Saint at the sixth minor stage of the Immortal Third Level is simply too illusory!” Huo Qizi said, his physique tall and robust, blue hair flowing loose.
Atop Blood Phoenix Mountain, an ancient Emperor’s Son whose true form was concealed by Dao marks rose to his full height, saying, “Truly reached such a level? I don’t believe it — I must fight him myself!”
At the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, a woman clad in purple-gold battle armor, tall and gracefully built, gazed toward the ancient coffin within the Chaos Dragon Nest, then abruptly turned, her beauty capable of toppling nations, her purple eyes crystalline, her body radiant, saying, “He truly… slaughtered a Saint!?”
In the Central Continent, at the Qishi Mansion.
An old man sat in a small tavern, drinking alone, appearing dim-sighted and aged, yet no one dared approach him — business was quiet, and ever since disciples learned this was the old Mansion Master, none dared to make a sound passing by.
“Hmm, I’m truly looking forward to it — the ultimate trial within the starry sky! The human race’s Sacred Body is truly remarkable — can he really slaughter a Saint? Yet I look forward even more to another kind of physique emerging — when will a Congenital Sacred Body Dao Embryo be born? Who will ultimately be history’s strongest…”
At the ancient site of Yaoguang, immortal mist soared to the heavens; these past days the pit had seen fierce, continuous battles, the roars unceasing, as Ancient Saints together struck at the Bronze Immortal Palace, trying to force it open.
Yet this bronze palace seemed to be an immortal artifact itself, able to withstand the attacks of supreme ancient Emperor weapons, remaining undamaged to this day, having swallowed two Ancient Saints whole, their fates unknown.
Hundun Great Saint, the Golden King, and Qianlun Great Saint — three ancient titans of the primordial era who had once witnessed the Fighting Saint Emperor’s supreme might sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths — yet even they couldn’t open this bronze palace.
This bronze palace pressed down upon the entrance to the Chaotic Immortal Land; without moving it aside, there was no way to enter the ancient Emperor’s tomb.
“It seems we’ll have to fight seriously this time!” Hundun Great Saint said.
Qianlun nodded, shaking the purple-gold Ten Thousand Dragon Bell, which rang out clanging and clear, transforming into a purple true dragon, its radiance blazing brilliantly, splitting open the heavens and earth, chaos surging violently!
Above the abyss, Gai Jiuyou frowned, saying, “They haven’t truly activated the ancient Emperor weapons yet, still holding back out of concern, afraid the immortal palace contains the ancient Emperor’s killing formation. It seems now they’re finally getting serious — perhaps it really can be opened.”
On the other side, the Golden Mace transformed into a streak of eternal immortal light, illuminating the vast cosmos, radiating brilliance that shook the ages, the ancient imperial aura reviving, then surging violently!
In this place, it seemed as though an ancient Emperor were awakening — they wanted to forcibly split open the immortal palace, unwilling to delay any longer.
Everyone’s expressions grew grave, because the immortal palace, provoked, had grown increasingly fierce with the character “Immortal” upon its structure, blood dripping from the recited scriptures, shaking the universe, terrifying all living beings!
“Split it open — there must be secrets related to immortality within!” Hundun Great Saint said, his eyes blazing intensely.
“Rumble!”
Heaven and earth turned upside down as the ancient emperor revived, the purple-gold Ten Thousand Dragon Bell and Golden Mace radiating their immortal, sacred brilliance, striking at the Bronze Immortal Palace!
In the Southern Region, within the Ancient Wasteland Forbidden Zone, the sound of iron chains resonated through the heavens, spreading from mere hundreds of li at first to thousands, and finally tens of thousands of li — every living creature within this region prostrated itself in worship.
A figure stood tall in the void, situated above the abyss, bound tightly by four chains forged of supreme divine metal, struggling violently. The nine sacred mountains seemed ready to lift off from the ground entirely, about to tear free from the earth!
This was undeniably terrifying — in ten thousand years of stillness, today at dawn, the silence was broken, the ancient Emperor’s aura overflowing, severing the three realms and six paths, cutting through past, present, and future.
At this moment, a soft cry emerged from within the Ancient Wasteland Forbidden Zone, like an immortal’s shout, causing the void to shatter inch by inch, the vast heavens to explode into chaos, everything ceasing to exist.
Then, an extremely piercing metallic tremor sounded — the Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold, Divine Mark Purple Gold, Immortal Tear Green Gold, and Eternal Blue Gold chains all shattered simultaneously, and a blurred figure soared into the high heavens!
A single soft cry shook the ancient world, as if time itself grew chaotic, threatening to reverse its flow. Across the vast Southern Region’s boundless lands, everyone trembled, trembling with fear, all living beings prostrating themselves.
An instant later, the sensation vanished, all living beings as though waking from a great dream, no longer aware of what had happened.
Above the nine sacred mountains, a slender figure stood amid swirling clouds and mist, hair fluttering. In that fleeting moment of turning back, it felt as though a thousand years had passed — the Great Dao of heaven itself trembled, seeming ready to collapse because of them.
Unfortunately, that stunning gaze lasted only a moment before turning utterly cold, swallowed by black mist, leaving it unclear whether this being was male or female.
Four divine chains — one billowing crimson mist, one surging with purple energy, one shimmering with green light — wrapped around the four limbs, though it was unknown how many tens of thousands of years this being had been imprisoned here.
Yet this figure’s body remained untouched by age, seemingly unaffected by the passage of time — this could only be called a miracle!
They looked toward the distance, then with a bare hand tore through space itself, the void splitting open, and stepped inside — instantly covering who knew how many tens of thousands of li.
Almost in the next instant, she appeared at the ancient site of Yaoguang — this was not achieved through any domain gate, but pure physical movement, covering ten thousand li in a single fleeting moment!
“Swish!”
Gai Jiuyou, Wei Yi, and Patriarch Jiang all retreated thousands of li in shock, opening their Heavenly Eyes, staring at the pit, all deeply moved!
“The Wasteland — it’s her… she has emerged!” Wei Yi’s lips trembled, his face filled with sorrow, bitterness in his heart, sadness in his eyes, old tears sliding down his face.
A slender figure, unchanged through the ages, stood atop the pit. Amid the vast mountains, countless fierce beasts and birds instantly turned to white bone, their life force flowing toward this place, gathering within that person’s body.
Her eyes were so cold that even Ancient Saints trembled upon seeing them — a single glance carried the power of ages passing, capable of turning even peerless prodigies to white bone.