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Figures of the Ancient Sages appeared, each radiating an overwhelming pressure.
In the depths below, who would dare to take my place?
Among countless generations, the rulers and conquerors emerged. Although they were merely virtual manifestations created by Calamity Cloud, their presence caused the entire Ice Furnace Star to emit painful groans.
The appearance of the Nine Supreme Beings made humanity across the starry sky tremble.
There was excitement! There was fear! There was joy! There was sorrow!
The figures of the Nine Paths formed a battle formation, encircling Zuo Dao.
Even though most Cultivators were aboard Battleships, they were still affected by the pressure of the Sages, causing the entire Battleship to sway precariously.
Zuo Dao looked on with a cold smile.
Ancient Saints! He had never seen one before, but even if you are a Saint, you are merely a has-been Saint. In Zuo Dao's heart, only living in the present mattered.
Rather than being worshipped, he preferred to roam freely!
The Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade reappeared in his hands.
This time, however, they were formed entirely from the power within him, subtly glowing with a crimson hue amidst the flashes of blades and swords. A hint of apprehension flickered in the eyes of the Nine Paths surrounding Zuo Dao.
Zuo Dao was not foolish; rather, he was astute. Beneath his wild exterior lay a calm heart.
This time, it was unclear who was pulling the strings behind the scenes. The three major Cultivation Methods—Supreme Elder, Great Dream, and Zuo Wang Peak—had all been employed without eliciting a single response. Was there a new Chessmaster emerging?
Zuo Dao held no fondness for the "player" Chessmaster; after all, those hidden in the shadows were certainly not good people.
What Zuo Dao truly anticipated was what benefits a new Chessmaster might bring him.
The three Chessmasters he already knew had provided him with immense advantages, so Zuo Dao was eager for more.
The figure of Nine Paths represented the highest combat power of humanity throughout history; as long as immortals did not emerge, the saints would remain at their peak.
A series of chilling energies began to manifest, fiercely rushing towards Zuo Dao. However, they consciously forced the blades in his hands away, as if those weapons contained great terror and danger.
With light footsteps, his heart remained calm like an undisturbed well. All the energies around him transformed like spring rain, nourishing everything silently.
“Tang Fengyue, if you can’t accomplish this within the time it takes to burn an incense stick, you won’t need to be captain anymore.” Even amidst battle, Zuo Dao still considered the situation of Ice Furnace Star.
Before his words had faded, a flurry of sword lights and shadows erupted.
The Sitting Forgetting Sutra was the supreme Cultivation Method created by the Sitting Forgetting True Immortal.
The Great Dream Heart Sutra was crafted through a lifetime of effort by Great Dream Elder.
Supreme Ascension was the signature Cultivation Method of Supreme Immortal.
With these three methods combined, Zuo Dao now cut through the Great Dao, piercing through the blue.
The battle could no longer take place on the Ice Shimmer Star; with a swift motion, Zuo Dao plunged into the vastness of the starry sky. The momentum he carried, along with the Heavenly Cloud Nine Saints, was drawn into the boundless cosmos.
No one expected Zuo Dao to be so formidable, able to influence the course of the battle even under the pressure of nine Saints, single-handedly driving the entire Battle Formation.
In the starry sky, the combined might of Zuo Dao unleashed a relentless assault on the Nine Great Saints.
His sword was like a true dragon, his blade like a fierce tiger. He could harness the power of the stars and shift the tides of battle.
The Nine Saints each took their positions; though they were mere projections, their pride remained intact. One Saint finally could no longer contain his battle intent and struck first.
With a single move, he unleashed a massive palm that crushed everything in its path, causing space to shatter and pressure to build. If there were still ground beneath them, this palm would force it into submission.
"It’s the Overlord Saint’s Darkness of the Earth! Could this figure be the legendary Overlord Saint—Ba Qianqiu?" A Grand Instructor from Supreme Academy exclaimed in shock. Those familiar with the name of Overlord Saint felt a chill run down their spines.
Ba Qianqiu, who rose to fame hundreds of thousands of years ago, left behind only legends and thrilling tales. From his emergence to his disappearance, he embodied the essence of dominance.
In his era, all talents were stifled under his overwhelming presence; he allowed no one to stand before him. Anyone who obstructed his line of sight was reduced to ashes by his palm.
Now, that myth from their past reappeared before them, leaving them in awe and trepidation.
The only ones among the Supreme Elder's fleet who remained calm were the Side Door Battle Team from Sitting Forgetting Academy. Tang Fengyue faithfully executed Zuo Dao's orders, rescuing countless individuals along their journey.
Whatever transpired in the starry sky had nothing to do with them—what immense confidence it must take to remain so detached!
"This is no longer your era; new talents will rise to take your place. Even if you are a veteran, you will die on this beach."
Everyone understood the meaning behind Zuo Dao's words, and those who cared for him couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry.
As the massive hand approached, Zuo Dao merely raised the Xiangsi Sword lightly. Ba Qianqiu reacted like a mouse confronted by a cat, fleeing in panic.
Seeing Ba Qianqiu's reaction, all the observing Cultivators were left speechless in shock.
Indeed, even a Saint feared being tainted by even the slightest trace of Karmic Fire; even a tiny bit could be as deadly as poison.
Without any overwhelming aura or grandiose declarations, Zuo Dao stood quietly in the void, yet he instilled fear in the Nine Great Saints.
The fact that they did not attack played right into Zuo Dao's hands. There were still many people waiting for Tang Fengyue to rescue them on Ice Shimmer Star; every moment counted for saving more lives.
The dignity of the Nine Great Saints made it impossible for them to sit idly by. After some discreet communication among themselves, Ba Qianqiu finally made his move again.
Saint's Weapon. Unlike the current Sacred Artifacts, this was a weapon birthed by a Saint themselves—unique and unparalleled.
The Overlord Cauldron came crashing down, completely sealing off this area. It was propelled by Ba Qianqiu's Holy Power, the only one of its kind throughout history.
One Style, Thousand Autumns—an undefeated technique.
This move had already reached another extreme, delivering a strike infused with Ba Qianqiu's overwhelming might while lacking any gentleness.
The stark contrast left the observing Cultivators feeling as if their insides were burning; it was an unbearable sensation.
"Is merely grasping a fraction of Yin-Yang Path enough to make you feel embarrassed?" Zuo Dao scoffed coldly, swinging the Soul-Devouring Blade with unmatched dominance toward the Overlord Cauldron.
"Without the yin, there can be no birth; without the yang, there can be no growth. Such a simple truth, yet you still fail to understand it, what a shame for a Saint." The disdain in his tone was palpable as the figure of Ba Qianqiu flickered in and out of existence.
The clash of blades and cauldrons did not create the explosive impact everyone had imagined; instead, it sparked endless contemplation.
You are gentle, I am intoxicating; you are domineering, I am assertive.
The Soul-Devouring Blade coiled around the Overlord Cauldron like a lover's embrace, holding it tightly and preventing any further attacks for an extended period.
As a few awakened from their dreams, who among them could laugh amidst the mundane world?
With just one strike, Ba Qianqiu's sole cauldron was shattered, but he was not the only one to act. Just as he intercepted his opponent's cauldron, a giant brush appeared from the side, continuously inscribing the marks of time.
With every stroke, there were thousands of years captured in ink. It was the Confucian Sage making his move.
Gone was Ba Qianqiu's overwhelming presence; instead, there was only endless elegance.
"When a scholar meets a soldier, reason becomes muddled. After reading countless volumes, do you still not grasp the true meaning?" Facing the dual assault of the Saints, Zuo Dao remained calm and composed as he spoke eloquently.
No matter how much you indulge in romance or boast your vast knowledge, I will wield my sword with confidence. An endless aura of slaughter emanated from the blade. The Xiangsi Sword trembled and lunged toward the Azure Life Pen.
"You write about the myriad lives of humanity; I shall burn books and bury scholars," Master Zuo Dao declared with authority. His words were filled with dominance.
In ancient times, Qin Wang wielded unmatched power and committed the act of burning books and burying scholars, causing all scholars to abandon their pens for weapons. You possess scholarly grace while I embody the spirit of Qin Wang.
With timeless tenderness, I shattered the Overlord Saint's sole cauldron; with countless tyrants' might, I destroyed the Confucian Sage's Azure Life Pen.
The power displayed by Zuo Dao sent shockwaves through the hearts of all the Saints present.
Could it be that their era had truly come to an end? Although they were merely a projection summoned by Calamity Cloud, it was akin to the avatar of a Saint.
The third to strike was Killer Saint, as if fate had orchestrated this moment. Zuo Dao's Soul-Devouring Blade ensnared Overlord Cauldron, while Xiangsi Sword locked onto Azure Life Pen, leaving Zuo Dao wide open.
A sword flew like a Flying Immortal, aimed directly at Zuo Dao's gate, its trajectory so elusive that one could hardly discern its approach.
"Hmph." Since the attack had commenced, Zuo Dao would not be foolish enough to think his opponent would come at him one by one. Killer Saint's assault was like a venomous snake in the dark—silent and deadly. Even if Zuo Dao noticed it, it would be too late by the time the sword was upon him.
A faint silhouette appeared before Zuo Dao.
"Die." With a tone filled with the sorrow of Compassionate One, Killer Saint gently delivered what he believed to be a fatal strike.
Everyone was still immersed in Zuo Dao's overwhelming power when the sudden appearance of the sword jolted them awake. As they attempted to shout a warning, they found themselves unable to muster even a hint of strength.
Before them, Zuo Dao was about to be pierced by the sword when suddenly two strands of fire erupted from his eyes, each several feet long. They were so thin that one might worry they would snap at the slightest breeze.
However, Killer Saint was taken aback. The fiery strands were longer than the sword and arrived first. Unable to evade, he was struck squarely. The lethal blow he thought he had landed seemed to freeze in mid-air as if time itself had stopped.
After hitting Zuo Dao, he no longer paid attention to his opponent. With a powerful thrust of his fists, he pushed back Mad Saint, who had charged toward Tai Shu Yun. Then Zuo Dao fully entered a rampage phase.
He punched Mad Saint, jabbed Wind Saint, slapped Dan Sheng, and kicked Sick Saint. Just when everyone thought he would pause, they witnessed Zuo Dao unleash a tremendous roar as a shockwave surged toward Road Saint while simultaneously locking onto Tower Saint with an overwhelming Divine Sense.
At that moment, people realized that in an instant, Zuo Dao had launched attacks against all Eight Saints. The only one left untouched was a female saint—Night Saint.
Just when everyone felt their hearts could no longer bear the tension, Zuo Dao launched a fierce attack at Night Saint.
"I don't hit women, get lost!"
With his own strength, he single-handedly challenged the Nine Saints. It was impressive and powerful. Some cultivators could no longer withstand the pressure and fainted on the spot.
Upon hearing Zuo Dao's words, Night Saint, also known as Night Diyan, flashed a cold glint in her eyes.
Among the Nine Saints, she was the only female saint and the strongest among them, now provoked by Zuo Dao.
The dusk was no more; it was eternal night.
As Night Diyan made her move, she unleashed her most powerful strike.
All things would sink into eternal despair.
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