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Chapter One: One Against Eight
Master Da slightly raised his hands, and a wave of energy surged forth like an invisible tide. A faint glow emanated from his body, barely noticeable. He remained ordinary, resembling a humble teacher.
Master Da did not summon any magical artifacts; he simply extended two fingers.
Buzz...
The Holy Sword of the Ancient Spirit Beast was pinched between Master Da's two fingers. The sword trembled violently, attempting to escape, emitting a thunderous roar. Then Master Da flicked his wrist.
Clang...
A crisp sound echoed as the Holy Sword shattered in response.
With just two fingers, he had broken a Holy Sword. Master Da's terrifying strength left everyone in shock.
"Impressive."
An Elder of the Ghost Clan spoke up, immediately unleashing all their cultivation power. The other six followed suit without hesitation. The true battle began, eight against one.
Lin Feng looked worried. "Is Big Brother going to be okay?"
"I don't know," Dugu Po replied quietly.
"But Second Brother seems very calm, confident of victory," Lin Feng added.
"Should I cry then?" Dugu Po retorted.
"Well, consider it as if I didn't."
Eight individuals, the top-tier powerhouses of the False Saint Realm, unleashed eight different Great Dao Rules. These rules transformed into countless threads, intertwining with one another and merging with the Sacred Artifact, amplifying their might.
The Yaochi Residence resonated with the thunderous sounds of the Great Dao, compelling all to submit. Those cultivators of the Legendary Realm closed their eyes, seeking to grasp the opportunities of the Sage Realm's Great Dao in hopes of enlightenment and ascension.
The eight figures seized the earth's essence, their Holy Might overshadowing the sun and moon, rendering them devoid of light. An endless aura of slaughter filled the air. The destructive force had long since spread from the Yunlu Xian Sect, echoing throughout the Nine Provinces.
In the Nine Provinces, those who heard it fell prostrate on the ground, unable to withstand the Holy Might. One by one, they knelt in fear, pleading for mercy and hoping to survive.
There were not many Divine Ruins Disciples; each possessed unique traits and legacies. Dugu Po revered Shishu. He practiced Shishu's Great Dao. Master Da had always followed Market, cultivating Market's Great Dao.
Master Da moved his hands in intricate gestures, evolving the Great Dao Rules. His gray robe fluttered as he remained resolute, unaffected by the eight before him.
A Thunderous Roar echoed…
The ground split open, revealing an ancient tower that manifested above the Sky. The ancient tower radiated boundless divine might, embodying various Earth Rules. Numerous totems were carved upon it—Ancient Spirit Beasts and ancient trees infused with rare fire and treasures.
The ancient tower emitted a spectrum of colors that ultimately coalesced into green—a vibrant hue reminiscent of spring blossoms in full bloom. It was a convergence of various laws emanating from this ancient tower, producing a Great Dao roar that commanded submission.
"This is Emperor Huang's Desolate Tower," an Ancient Beast exclaimed in terror.
"Impossible. The Desolate Tower was destroyed over ten thousand years ago. Only some remnants remained, which my Demon Sect acquired. We spent a millennium exhausting numerous divine materials to restore a fraction of the Desolate Tower," a Pseudo-Saint from the Demon Sect declared.
"Could there be two Desolate Towers between heaven and earth?"
"Everyone, please remain calm. This is not a true Imperial Artifact. He is merely demonstrating the might of the Imperial Artifact using the Great Divine Technique," the Demon Sect False Saint discerned.
"This... is utterly inconceivable. How did he accomplish this? How did he cultivate to such a level?" The Ancient Beast was astonished.
The Desolate Tower sank, crushing the ground beneath it. The green Divine Radiance shone like an immeasurable light. The rules of the divine path were also boundless, leaving the Eight Pseudo-Saints nowhere to hide, unable to escape.
The six Pseudo-Saints struggled under the Ancient Tower's Divine Might pressing down upon them, their knees buckling involuntarily as they bent over. They exerted all their strength, channeling their Sacred Artifacts to unleash their strongest Holy Might in resistance, but it proved to be of little effect.
Crack, crack, crack...
The sound of bones interlocking echoed from their bodies. Each one displayed a look of agony, their faces contorted as if their bodies were about to collapse.
The entire ancient battlefield was suffused with green Divine Radiance, filled with the power of Imperial Artifact rules. The ancient tower suppressed the battlefield, becoming its master.
The ancient battlefield shook incessantly, struggling to withstand the pressure as if it were on the verge of crumbling apart.
The Eight Pseudo-Saints were all suppressed; even when joining forces, they were no match for this might. They remained at a disadvantage, unable to lift their heads. Above them, Master Da stood calmly, as if he were a deity.
"He's so cool," Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaim. He knew his senior brother was formidable but never expected him to be this powerful.
"Ahhhhhh..."
The Eight Pseudo-Saints screamed in agony, spitting out blood as their bodies twisted even more painfully. The Holy Might of the ancient tower forced them to kneel in submission. Any attempt at resistance would only lead to death.
"We'll fight him to the end."
A False Saint from the Demon Sect spat out a large amount of Essence Blood, which merged into the Sacred Artifact. The other seven Pseudo-Saints did the same. The strongest strike, exhausting their lifespans, was unleashed.
Lin Feng watched this scene with regret. "My Essence Blood, wasted just like that. Sigh."
"Six Paths of Reincarnation, Boundless Beasts, magic without..."
The Eight Pseudo-Saints poured their lifespans into a powerful strike, approaching the true might of a Sage's Holy Power. The Sacred Artifacts in their hands glowed intensely, their power reaching its peak, as if they were about to explode.
An indescribable tide of power surged forth, resisting the might of the ancient tower, allowing them to slowly rise to their feet.
"You think you can make us kneel? What arrogance."
"Today, we will make the Disciple of the Divine Ruins kneel before us, leaving them unable to live or die." An Ancient Spirit Beast said angrily, having exhausted its lifespan. Even if they won today, it would not live long; how could it not be furious?
Master Da remained unfazed, his hands changing as he formed seals. A faint glow radiated from his body. This glow was not intense; it appeared somewhat gentle, yet its terrifying power was unimaginable.
The faint light merged into the ancient tower, causing it to emanate an overwhelming Divine Radiance. The totems atop the tower revived completely. The aura of All Things Revived spread throughout the ancient structure. The ground trembled with countless Great Dao, as if returning to Ancient Times.
Thunderous Roars...
Countless totems descended, crashing down toward the Sacred Artifact below. At this moment, the Desolate Tower's power surged dramatically, creating an illusion that this was not an evolved Imperial Artifact but a true Imperial Artifact of divine might.
The sound of violent collisions echoed throughout the Nine Provinces. Everyone above the Nine Provinces seemed to go deaf in an instant. Aside from the roaring sound in their ears, there was nothing else.
If not for the Yunlu Xian Sect defending against numerous divine powers, countless beings above the Nine Provinces would have perished in that moment.
Eight Pseudo-Saints risked their lives, and the explosive power of the eight Sacred Artifacts was unimaginable. The Desolate Tower in the Sky Above was blasted open, creating a gaping hole.
The spatial barriers of the ancient battlefield were on the verge of collapsing. Waves of rules surged from the forbidden grounds of the Yunlu Xian Sect, flooding into the ancient battlefield and promptly strengthening its defenses.
“Ahhhhhhh…”
The Eight Pseudo-Saints bent their bodies once more, letting out unwilling roars. Their hair danced in the wind as they stubbornly lifted their heads. Yet, countless totems descended from above, forcing them to bow their heads repeatedly and kneel.
Blood had long soaked through their garments. Their bodies were covered in numerous cracks, and spiderweb-like fissures appeared on every bone within them.
Even with their lives on the line, the eight could not shake Master Da's overwhelming might. Despair washed over them, and suddenly they felt powerless, losing all will to fight. In that moment, they felt old—truly old.
“Zhou Yushan. You are truly remarkable. The disciple of Market, truly remarkable,” a Pseudo-Saint from the Demon Sect spoke, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Endless cracking sounds echoed as rules penetrated their bodies. Their forms were on the brink of crumbling to dust, destined to vanish from this realm.
Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.
The eight sounds resonated as the Eight Pseudo-Saints knelt like eight towering mountains, causing the ground to tremble.
“Master Da is invincible.”
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone fell silent for a moment before erupting into deafening cheers. Emotions surged to a peak as one person triumphed over the Eight Pseudo-Saints, appearing utterly effortless in doing so.
“This is what Divine Ruins is about. Market belongs to our Nine Provinces, while Divine Ruins belongs to the Cultivation World. No one can break this.”
This battle was known throughout the Nine Provinces. In this land, countless cultivators and mortals knelt and bowed, reciting praises of the Divine Ruins and extolling the might of Master Da.
Above in the sky, a figure in a gray long robe floated. Master Da stood atop an ancient tower, trampling the Eight Pseudo-Saints beneath his feet, forcing them to kneel in submission. This was the true pinnacle of strength, standing alone on a peak, surveying an endless landscape.
Boom...
A sound of explosion echoed as one Pseudo-Saint perished, obliterated in body and spirit.
Ahhh...
The remaining Pseudo-Saints let out desperate howls, realizing their imminent doom. At that moment, Master Da suddenly withdrew his hand. The ancient tower vanished, the endless totems disappeared, and all terrifying presence dissipated.
The seven remaining Pseudo-Saints exchanged glances, then turned their eyes toward Master Da above them. Confusion was evident in their expressions.
No one had expected Master Da to stop. Just moments ago had been the best opportunity to eliminate them.
"Why did you stop?" asked the Pseudo-Saint from the Demon Sect.
"The Yunlu Xian Sect is holding a Peach Banquet, not a slaughter fest. The Apocalyptic War will come eventually. Why rush to strike now?" Master Da replied calmly.
Upon hearing these words, the seven Pseudo-Saints fell silent, unable to regain their composure. They never imagined that such a powerful successor would emerge among humanity. Now facing death, would they even have a chance to participate in the Apocalyptic War? Even if they did, would they still possess the strength to fight?
Among them, only one was from the Demon Sect—a Pseudo-Saint and the last surviving member of his sect. To rescue Tao Tie, the Demon Sect had already lost several members, and just moments ago another had been killed.
The Demon Sect's Pseudo-Saint clasped his fists in gratitude: "Thank you, Master Da, for sparing us today. We shall meet again another day. I have few whom I admire in my life; you are one of them."
"Master Da" replied, "You are too modest, senior. Cultivating to our level of Foundation is not easy; we must not become tools for others to kill."
"We indeed underestimated the human race. You are a true powerhouse," the other six said calmly, yet their admiration was genuine.
With that, the seven Pseudo-Saints prepared to leave. They had come at someone else's request, believing themselves superior and thinking no human could rival them. Unfortunately, they had nearly perished here.
"Master Da" said, "Since you have come, why not come in and sit for a while? There are some matters we can discuss."
After a moment of hesitation, one of the Demon Sect Pseudo-Saints replied, "We have done our utmost as requested. More powerful individuals will come; Master Da should be aware of this."
With that, the seven departed. Initially unwilling to enter, they felt no one was worthy to sit with them. Now they believed it unnecessary.
Watching them leave, someone exclaimed in fear, "There are even more powerful beings coming? Could it be true Great Sages?"
"It seems the real battle has only just begun." (To be continued)
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