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Yan Zhen had his own convictions; he had never cared much for the Saint Realm. However, this concept now held some utility for him, as his understanding of the Realm greatly aided him.
He paid little heed to it, but he still felt grateful for the Saintly Aspect. Although he did not know where the Holy Aura of his group came from, it was not something he needed to ponder.
What would it feel like to have ten types of power within him?
Yan Zhen found himself on two battlefields, experiencing both pain and joy, illuminated by a radiant light yet marked by countless scars. The apocalyptic force that erupted from within him startled the Eight Kings, scattering them like frightened fish, only to have them rush back as if unable to resist the lure of food.
It was warm yet lonely, exhilarating yet reckless, filled with pain and pleasure, transcendent yet grounded. His meridians sounded the horn, urging the flow of blood forward. His bones struck like a war hammer, propelling his body into the fray.
The ten astonishing powers clashed within him while outside, he fought against the Eight Kings with bated breath.
Despite the covert interference from the Four Great Demon Lords, even the Might of the Monarch's release could astonish the world.
This battle was both an opportunity and a crisis for him.
Without challenge, one cannot become a saint; every Saint Child's journey was paved with trials of blood and fire.
Yet Yan Zhen did not wish to become a saint because Zuo Dao had told him that saints were not immortals. A Saint could only wander beyond the thirty-three realms and must never step into the Celestial Realm. Being a saint was merely compensation for those who could not become immortals, but was it not also a form of exile?
He knew that Zuo Dao would certainly enter the Celestial Realm and that Zuo Dao had ways to help them achieve immortality. He did not want to be separated from these brothers in life and death.
Transcendence was the only solution.
Yu, Tian, Duo, and Guang had already summoned their Demon Artifacts to jointly counter the attacks of the celestial sword. Although their strength could not match that of a Celestial Artifact, they managed to withstand the onslaught of the celestial sword with their royal might driving their Sacred Artifacts.
At this moment, the Great Guardian Sword sensed Yan Zhen's peril and unleashed a Dao Sword strike that grew increasingly real and powerful. Even though Yan Zhao's sword technique was merely an ordinary foundational move, with the support of the Realm and Celestial Artifact's might, it held its ground impressively and appeared grander than ever.
Xu Yao and the other instructors were left utterly speechless; Yan Zhen's existence had surpassed their comprehension.
Just as Yao Yu narrowly dodged Slash, the claws of the Demon Alliance came crashing down from the other side. However, Yan Zhen felt no killing intent within it, and the power seemed rather weak; he effortlessly sidestepped the lethal strike.
As the Four Demon Lords began to slack off, Yan Zhen noticed this change. Yet, he couldn't comprehend why the Four Demon Lords would act this way, ultimately attributing it to some inherent nature of demons.
The Demon Alliance was also puzzled by Demon Cube's actions. Nevertheless, since Demon Cube had decided on this course, they would follow suit, as the four of them shared a deep bond among the demon race.
Finally, Yao Yu could no longer hold back. With a wave of his hand, he led the Demon King out of the battlefield. Seeing this, Yan Zhen did not pursue; instead, he stood firm in place, focusing on resolving the issues within himself.
“Demon Cube, what are you trying to do?”
“Do we need to report our actions to you?” Demon Cube shot back dismissively. Damn it, if it weren't for not wanting to reveal any flaws to the demon race, they would have stopped fighting long ago.
“You!” Yao Yu was taken aback by Demon Cube's response and momentarily didn't know how to react.
“Enough with your 'you's! Are you going to fight or not? If not, we're done here; I don't have time to waste with you,” Yao Yu nearly spat out a mouthful of demon blood in frustration.
It was them who had been slacking off during the battle; it was them who had chosen not to fight first. Now it all seemed to be his fault.
There were always contradictions among demons, but they had never erupted during battles against humans. Such behavior from these demon lords would only occur under significant circumstances.
The intelligence of demons was often described as cunning. Once he calmed down, Yao Yu quickly focused on the crux of the matter. What could possibly lead these demon rulers to make such a decision when facing a human Saint Child?
Unless!
A thought suddenly struck Yao Yu, and once it emerged, it surged forth like an unstoppable tide.
Could it be that the demon race and human race had reached some agreement unknown to them? Or had they already formed an alliance?
He wanted to push these thoughts aside, but if it wasn't for these two possibilities, what other reason could there be for them to go easy on the human Saint Child?
Was the problem with the Saint Child?
He couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the Human Cultivator suspended in the void.
At that moment, Yan Zhen had already entered the fray, unleashing ten different powers within him.
A forbidden zone had formed around his body, creating phenomena in the starry sky that resembled wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—elements of nature itself.
Occasionally, illusory volcanoes erupted behind him, displaying scenes of sunrises and sunsets, the moon rising and the sun eclipsing.
Was he on the path to becoming a saint?
But why were there signs of a Demon Domain appearing? No, why were even the scenes of the Demon Domain flashing around him?
Not only he, but everyone present who could see this spectacle was baffled, and the more they couldn't understand it, the more they speculated.
Only Zuo Dao knew that this senior brother was treading a path no one else could walk.
The meridians within him were completely chaotic; ten streams of differently colored energy rampaged through his body, destroying every part of Yan Zhen while simultaneously mending his wounds.
It hurt—so much pain—but Yan Zhen remained coldly indifferent. If it weren't for the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and the traces of blood seeping from within, no one would have guessed he was enduring such torment.
Even a Void Realm Cultivator could sense something was off with Yan Zhen; let alone the king among demons. This was the perfect opportunity. Just as the Demon Realm's forces were about to act, they found that the Four Demon Kings had subtly blocked their angles of attack.
More importantly, there were fragments of space appearing around Yan Zhen. Those were remnants of power emanating from him; even if they charged forward to attack now, they had to be prepared to be swept away by spatial turbulence.
At this moment, Yan Zhen had entered an invincible state—perhaps even an undefeated realm. The inability to attack alone prompted the demon kings to consider launching an offensive, not to mention the strange actions of the Four Demon Kings at that moment.
Although these four demon kings seemed to be preparing for an attack, if the Demon Realm were to launch an offensive, their first target would undoubtedly be them. Rather than preparing for an attack, it would be more accurate to say they were acting as guardians.
The entire incident felt so bizarre, so abnormal from start to finish. From the moment the intelligence was received to the strike by the Demon Clan and the War Department, followed by Yao Qingmu's message, and then the involvement of the Twelve Holy Sons, not to mention the ambiguous behavior of the Four Demon Kings—this left the suspicious Demon Realm at a loss.
At this critical moment, Yan Zhen had already entered a pivotal stage. Zuo Dao recognized this and wasted no time, leading the Three Women and the other eleven forward, subtly protecting Yan Zhen in the center. The Four Demon Kings naturally made no move, and the Demon Realm would not seek trouble at this juncture.
The power was immense, especially that of the Saint, which was constantly battling within him, even sparing no effort against the aura of his celestial sword; it was nothing short of chaotic warfare.
The weakest force within Yan Zhen was his own spiritual energy, which fought tenaciously against the overwhelming powers of the Nine Paths. It represented Yan Zhen's determination, courage, and belief.
Although this approach was perilous—one misstep could lead to death, leaving him unable to even enter Reincarnation—Yan Zhen pressed on without hesitation.
Suppress, suppress, I must suppress!
His frenzied resolve and powerful conviction drove Yan Zhen to continuously engage with the forces within him in a similar manner.
Achieving Saintly Aspect was the first step toward becoming a Saint. Ultimately, Saintly Aspect would transform into Saint power, continuously assimilating and altering a person's body and Bloodline, guiding them toward becoming a Saint.
What Yan Zhen needed to do was refine this Saint power rather than be assimilated by it. In this battle, he found an opportunity amidst chaos.
Four streams of demonic energy and four streams of demonic energy were perfect refining fuel. However, his current Realm was still somewhat lacking; he couldn't fully harness his strength for this purpose.
Then let his body serve as a battlefield, allowing these forces to fight amongst themselves. He endured wave after wave of pain yet remained calm. At the moment Zuo Dao and others soared toward him, a look of gratitude appeared in his eyes.
These were his allies; they were there in times of danger. He just needed to grow stronger. Once he did, he would stand before them forever, shielding them from harm.
Come on, bring on more pain!
At that moment, Yan Zhen finally opened his heart completely, no longer suppressing the turmoil within him.
Suddenly, a Blood Mist erupted in the void; it was the explosive release of power from within Yan Zhen. Flesh from his body burst outward in chunks, and cracks appeared along his bones.
At that moment, Yan Zhen was nothing but flesh and blood; if it weren't for his strong will, an ordinary person would have cried out in pain long ago.
No one knew what Yan Zhen was doing at that time, not even the Eight Vice Principals could see through it.
At this moment, Zuo Dao struck again. Under the pull of his energy, thirty more Cultivators from the human race were "captured" and brought to his side.
With forty-five people under Zuo Dao's command, the Supreme Ruler's formation was activated.
They sealed and suppressed the area.
Preventing Holy Power from drawing strength from the void.
Zuo Dao would only take action to contend for the most critical Holy Power. The spiritual energy and Celestial Aura were Yan Zhen's inherent powers, while the four types of demonic energy and four types of monstrous aura served as catalysts. There was no need to deliberately suppress them; otherwise, it would have a negative effect.
As the Great Formation took shape, Yan Zhen's Holy Power quickly began to wane without external reinforcement, losing the fierce momentum he once had in battle.
When the last trace of Holy Power was absorbed into Yan Zhen's body, a sudden thunderstorm erupted in the void.
The tribulation had begun.
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