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The strike from Night Diyan was a declaration to the world that the combined power of the Eight Saints was no match for Zuo Dao. Although it was Zuo Dao who had provoked the situation, anyone with clear eyes could see that if Night Saint did not intervene soon, the remaining Eight Saints would likely be defeated.
All things would sink into eternal despair.
With a single move, the once dim starry sky became even darker, as if everything within it was weeping. Even some cultivators aboard battleships were affected by this overwhelming aura.
Seeing this situation, a Grand Instructor from the Supreme Academy panicked and shouted for a retreat.
The space seemed to draw upon a fragment of time's essence, like a setting sun sinking into a river, no matter how one struggled, they would be consumed by darkness.
A dim Great Sun was dragged down into the endless void, with Zuo Dao and Taiyun at its center.
Once submerged, there would be no return.
As expected of the leader among the Nine Saints, a single blow altered the course of battle.
All of Zuo Dao's attacks were drawn in by an infinite force, barely alleviating the crisis faced by the Eight Saints. It should be noted that Zuo Dao's strike was no ordinary attack; each move contained a hint of Karmic Fire.
What is a Saint? A mere trace of Karmic Fire could reduce them to ashes.
Watching as Zuo Dao and Taiyun were slowly engulfed by darkness, Night Diyan showed no expression, as if she had not just been filled with rage. It felt like she was merely performing an everyday task.
"What a pity!" A lecturer from the Supreme Academy sighed at this scene.
"In legends, Night Saint's strongest attack is Eternal Despair. It is recorded that once this move is unleashed, there are no survivors; even if you are a Saint of this era, you cannot escape."
This speaker could be considered an Antique within the Supreme Academy, having learned some secrets through unusual channels.
"Why does such a technique exist?" Jiang Yuqi happened to be nearby and asked anxiously while glancing at the battlefield.
"It is recorded that Night Saint's move does not kill but exiles. No one knows where they are exiled to because those who have been cast away never return," the Antique sighed again. After all, Zuo Dao was the head of the Supreme Academy and shone so brightly.
Tai Shu Yun also sank into darkness alongside Zuo Dao without any struggle, quietly gazing at the man before her. In her heart, he was invincible; there was nothing he could not resolve. Moreover, he had never let her down.
Tai Shu Wudi was also among the fleet, witnessing the situation and wanting to save someone, but he was firmly held back by others.
The Ninefold Holy Calamity should not exist in this world; at this moment, it was no longer a matter that could be resolved by sheer numbers. Moreover, with more people getting involved, it was uncertain what kind of mutations might occur.
Zuo Dao's nine strikes all missed their target, yet his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had anticipated this outcome long ago. As he was engulfed by darkness, the Sideway Battleship finally erupted.
First one, then two, followed by three; soon, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a total of twelve powerful auras surged forth.
The Twelve Holy Sons.
No one expected the Twelve Holy Sons to choose this moment to unleash their power, nor did anyone anticipate that they would release their aura in front of the Nine Great Saints.
Let the battle begin.
This was the only thought shared among the twelve at that moment.
A torrent of attacks descended upon the Nine Great Saints like mercury spilling across a surface.
This marked the first Battle of the Saints initiated by Yan Zhen after receiving a message from Zuo Dao, leading everyone into combat.
Zuo Dao would not gain any benefits from this calamity, and the hidden "Chessmaster" did not intervene again.
To pit saint against saint was a decision Zuo Dao made after careful calculation. After all, these were merely projections and not the Saints themselves. Furthermore, since they were born from the Transformation calamity and only possessed a fragment of the Saints' memories, how could Zuo Dao resist such an enticing opportunity? This represented nine Saint Children.
What Zuo Dao aimed to do was strip away this Nine Paths' memories.
With fury like a tidal wave, the Saint Children dared to strike against the Saints, bold enough to launch an offensive. This no longer required consideration; the nine Saint projections automatically initiated their counterattack.
One person crossing over made it difficult for another; two people transcending tribulation made it even harder. But now with the addition of the Twelve Disciples, a total of fourteen individuals were drawn into this calamity—how should that be calculated?
At the very moment the Twelve Disciples took action, the Supreme Academy's fleet retreated at an unprecedented speed. The Guardian Shield towards the battlefield was activated to its maximum capacity.
Even calamity did not expect Zuo Dao to have such a move up his sleeve.
The Twelve Holy Sons were thus pushed forward, directly elevating the calamity that was meant to be borne by Tai Shu Yun alone to a difficulty level of Fourteen People.
This was the most powerful Transcend Tribulation in history, but in Zuo Dao's heart, it had turned into a robbery.
If it weren't for the Heterodox not being strong enough, he would have truly considered organizing a grand heist. However, there would be plenty of opportunities; this one was not worth worrying about.
As the number of people increased, the Calamity Cloud grew ever stronger. Looking up, one could not see the end of the Calamity Cloud even from a hundred thousand miles away.
The Twelve Disciples remained within the Zodiac Twelve Palaces, maintaining their formation under the assault of the Nine Saints. Thunder roared and lightning flashed within the Calamity Cloud, containing boundless killing intent.
This was disrespect from those who sought the Red Fruit, rebelling against the Dao.
The Twelve Disciples had expressionless faces as they fought through the Calamity Cloud. With every advance and retreat, they stained themselves with fresh blood—not someone else's, but their own.
In just a moment, Holy Blood had dyed this expanse of stars red.
The calamity revealed its most terrifying aspect as figures emerged from within it. Each figure was tall and powerful, representing an entire era.
Never before had so many Saints appeared simultaneously in one era. Yet Zuo Dao achieved this; although not a Zhenren, it was sufficient.
This was a battle between Saint Children and Saints—a war proving one generation to another.
Even if they bled profusely, the Saint Children needed to prove to the world that Saints were not the only powerful beings in existence.
Yan Zhen and others fought while coughing up blood.
This battle was beyond description; the Supreme Academy fleet retreated again and again, quickly falling back to a million miles away. If it weren't for the observation equipment on board, they would have long lost sight of the battlefield's direction.
That area had become a forbidden zone. The blood shed by the Twelve Holy Sons formed an ocean; no Cultivator had ever witnessed such a volume of blood from a single person.
With blood still flowing and hearts unyielding, Thunderlight Thunder Dragons surged within the Blood Sea, attempting to evaporate it. Yet this crimson ocean seemed to possess immense Divine Power, carrying the Twelve Holy Sons as they floated within it.
The calamity summoned any remaining trustworthy projections of saints to join the battle, while the Twelve Disciples grew braver with each fight. The spirits of observing Cultivators had become numb.
Is this the "Battle of the Saints"?
As the projection of each Saint unfolded in the holy war, the pressure on Yan Zhao and others grew increasingly intense. From the initial attacks to the orderly defense in the middle, and now to a strict guard, each stage had been marked by countless nights of bloodshed.
Zuo Dao had been forgotten; no one believed they could still appear under the assault of the Night Saint, yet things often did not go as expected.
Just as the Twelve Disciples were on the verge of defeat, a presence emerged that could reverse the stars and turn back time. Wherever it passed, the Calamity Clouds it encountered vanished as if devoured.
Two figures reappeared in the void. The man was tall and handsome, while the woman was stunningly beautiful.
It was Zuo Dao and Tai Shu Yun.
The appearance of the Nine Saints had already surprised Zuo Dao, but he never expected dozens more to follow. It was an absolute feast, a grand banquet. There would be no mistakes in killing; none would escape.
The Ninefold Holy Calamity was the Eighth Calamity, but with the emergence of the Twelve Holy Sons, it had already risen to the Ninth Layer. The Ninth Layer calamity did not have a fixed name; it simply transformed into Eighty-One Saints due to the Twelve Holy Sons and Nine Saints.
In Zuo Dao's eyes, these were eighty-one Saint Children!
Kill. Zuo Dao transformed into a beam of golden light and charged back into the battlefield. The Xiangsi Sword, Soul-Devouring Blade, and Great Dream Hammer Technique coalesced behind him into three phantoms stretching thousands of feet long, blooming among the eighty-one Holy Shadows.
The brilliance in Zuo Dao's eyes flared as he unleashed eighty-one strikes, his momentum surpassing before.
The stars shifted and changed; some witnessed immense power within.
This was no longer just a practitioner; this was an immortal, a deity, a demon. Yet no one spoke.
The Blood Sea in the starry sky began to burn after Zuo Dao's appearance, transforming into an incredibly pure force that infused itself into Yan Zhen and his twelve companions. The aura of the Twelve Holy Sons surged once more.
At this moment, Zuo Dao was no longer human. But even more astonishing was Tai Shu Yun.
Draped in Peerless Lotus Fire, she formed a massive net that enveloped the eighty-one Saints above them, motionless as she suppressed them.
This was exactly what Zuo Dao wanted; the eighty-one Holy Shadows did not truly exist. Zuo Dao aimed for Tai Shu Yun to suppress their power, preventing any calamity from being retracted.
At this moment, Dao realized the true motives of Zuo Dao, but it was too late for Rui to take any action.
Zuo Dao had already transformed into a formidable Furnace, and every Holy Shadow enveloped by him had turned into a glowing orb.
Dao roared and howled in fury.
This was a clash between past and future, a contest between the Dao and ordinary mortals. Yet, Zuo Dao had already gained the upper hand, delivering a resounding slap to Dao.
At this moment, only the Supreme Academy Cultivators understood Zuo Dao's true intentions.
This was the real reversal! This was true deceit!
Zuo Dao relentlessly harvested one Holy Shadow after another, each acquisition igniting a fire within him. Each Holy Shadow represented a transcendence of Heterodox.
Above him, the Peerless Lotus Fire suppressed; below him, the Zodiac Twelve Palaces resisted. Most importantly, in the center stood a Killer God.
Zuo Dao knew that Tai Shu Yun and the Twelve Holy Sons could not hold out much longer, so he directly drew upon a piece of starry sky to form a Dao Cauldron aimed at the remaining Holy Shadows. His goal was to capture them all in one sweep and resolve the battle in the shortest time possible.
After the ninefold tribulation, all that remained was to reap the rewards of victory!
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