If the Primordial Holy Land were to produce another monster like this, the Void Holy Land would have to give way even more in the Cloud Realm from now on.
Time flew by.
The Avatar of Void Saint still stood guard here.
When he last decimated that young man’s final drop of blood, the opponent had already been suspended in the void for a year.
Eroded by the void, his flesh had decayed, even the Divine Blood had dimmed.
Three years had now passed, and still, there was no sign of life inside.
The Void Saint had calculated, based on the dimness and depth he had previously observed in Li Hao’s Divine Blood, that after these three years, the power of the void should have completely decayed it.
That is to say, even if the other side was still hidden in here, he would have already rotted away, unable to disguise his aura anymore.
Just like prey chased by a hunter into a cave, even though it doesn’t come out for a long time, it has already starved to death inside, or even rotted away.
However, to prevent the slightest possibility of an accident, the Avatar of Void Saint still did not leave; he intended to eradicate even the “what ifs”!
When Saints acted, they cut the grass and removed the roots, leaving no trace of calamity.
As time went on, his Void Holy Land also faced repeated provocations from those two Saints, but he had already dispatched another avatar to make good with the Yang Saint, asking for his aid—now things had temporarily stabilized.
In a daze, another three years passed.
The Avatar of Void Saint sat there, staring at the unchanging void, the last despairing visage of that youth surfacing in his mind, and was now certain that the other had truly died.
That last drop of blood had been obliterated.
Even if he hadn’t died, he must have left the void by now; continuing the vigil was meaningless.
After all, such a long time exposed to the void’s erosion was enough to reduce the other to dregs!
Still, due to his cautious nature, he chose to stay three more years.
Time passed quickly; since that instance, when the Mortal World opened the Immortal Gate, a total of ten years had passed.
The Avatar of Void Saint slowly stood up, taking one last glance at the space flowing with chaotic Heaven and Earth Power like a river; after such a long time, with no Divine Blood reappearing, there was no doubt he had slain his foe.
His avatar dissipated right there, his thoughts returning to the Void Holy Land.
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As the Avatar of Void Saint dissipated, the void remained as tranquil as ever.
Time subtly changed, with several more months passing.
Suddenly, a faint gold light emerged; it was an extremely weak thread of gold.
Not easy to notice, and very inconspicuous.
It was covered with All Phenomena Attributes, the River Snow Painting, Hidden Bow, and other familiar concealments, camouflaging its own aura to the extreme.
In addition, there was the art of Fishing, which concealed oneself as the line.
Many acts of camouflage combined together had finally eluded the Saint’s perception.
At this moment, the gold thread was very weak; after emerging, it did not probe its surroundings but instead dashed straight into the void.
Without the Avatar of Void Saint to block it, the gold thread used Returning Ruin Instantaneous Movement, traversing continuously without encountering the Avatar of Void Saint; Li Hao finally understood that the other side had left.
He wandered through the void, his golden threads immensely weak.
This thread of golden Divine Blood had sustained until now because he had covered other Divine Blood around it like clothing, corroding layer by layer, which had allowed it to hold on until this moment, but it was also severely damaged, and the void’s power eroded away nearly all of his Dao Power.
After an unknown duration, in the flowing void, as the golden thread was on the brink of erosion and obliteration, Li Hao finally glimpsed a crack that led to the outside world.
Without hesitation, he swam toward it and quickly squeezed out of the void, arriving in the outside world.
In that instant, abundant Heaven and Earth Energy surged in.
At this moment, Li Hao truly entered the All Saints World within the Immortal Gate.
As soon as he made contact, Li Hao could feel the power here was richer and stronger than in the Mortal World, so intense that even without actively absorbing it, it seemed to force itself into his body.
Li Hao looked around and not seeing the Avatar of Void Saint, finally let out a sigh of relief.
In that void, he had hidden two other golden threads, making a total of three.
This one was meant to scout, but it seemed the other really had left.
During the explosion of his body and the scattering escape of his Divine Blood, he had utilized all kinds of methods and schemes, including the desperate cries and curses of his Divine Blood— all to convince the other that he had truly died.
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The drop of Divine Blood had been intentionally eroded by the void, a calculated gamble, and now it seemed that he had guessed right, and bet correctly.
He had won this wager!
At this moment, as he absorbed the Heaven and Earth Power, Li Hao’s body gradually stretched out.
Constituted of golden filaments, it transformed into the shape of a body.
However, having stayed in the void for too long, the power’s erosion was too profound, and his self-healing speed had slowed down, becoming sluggish.
The Qi Force throughout his body was also thin and scattered. During the previous combat, even the Heaven and Earth Vein had shattered. This battle had resulted in extremely serious injuries.
As soon as his body had formed, Li Hao’s consciousness succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
His body plummeted straight from the high heavens, his flesh falling like a meteor, directly descending.
With a thud, he crashed onto a mountaintop, causing the ground to tremble.
In a hazy state, Li Hao thought he smelled a soft fragrance and felt a pair of delicate and smooth hands lifting his arm.
His consciousness then completely succumbed to slumber.
Alone in the darkness.
Until he heard a series of calls, and after a long time, Li Hao slowly opened his eyes to the gentle voice of an old man:
“Are you awake?”
Li Hao was startled, his heart suddenly chilled, and he swiftly opened his eyes to see – a benevolent looking white-haired old man.
At the same time, a pungent and strong herbal scent wafted over, along with other musty smells.
As Li Hao’s consciousness gradually cleared, he looked around to see that he was lying on a straw mat, surrounded by ancient and dim trees within a courtyard-like building, with an empty yard beside it.
Hanging from the eaves in various places were some dried herbs.
Not far from the straw mat was a large bronze furnace, emitting steam and the scent of medicine.
Li Hao paused, then turned to the old man beside him and asked, “Where is this?”
“This is the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.”
The white-bearded old man smiled and said, “You look heavily injured; were you fighting with someone, or being pursued by an enemy? Fortunately, you met me. I treated your wounds, though no medicine seemed to work on you. Luckily, I had another kind of medicated ointment that helped stabilize your condition.”
Li Hao was slightly startled. He looked down to see himself dressed in a simple blue and white robe. On the inside of the Garment, there were still faint scars visible on his chest.
He possessed the attribute of concealing brilliance and nourishing obscurity. If he relaxed out of combat, his body would slowly self-heal.
After reaching the Three Immortal Realms, this attribute was not of much importance to him, but now that his flesh was damaged, this attribute seemed to have played a role again.
“I owe you my life, senior,” Li Hao immediately sat up and thanked.
The white-bearded old man chuckled and said, “No need to thank me, she’s the one who saved you. If you want to thank someone, thank her.”
Saying this, he pursed his lips towards the yard.
There stood a woman in green clothes, practicing her swordsmanship slowly and gently. Yet her Sword Momentum was robust, seemingly driving the Qi Force of the surrounding Heaven and Earth.
Li Hao concentrated and could see that the woman’s cultivation was extremely high, her movements imbued with Dao Power – she was unmistakably of the True Man Realm!
Simultaneously, her Sword Intent was refined and full of spirituality.
Li Hao suddenly recalled the faint scent of fragrance when he had been unconscious and abruptly got up, walked barefoot into the courtyard, and bowed with his hands folded in front:
“Thank you for saving my life, miss. May I ask how to address you, so I can repay you in the future!”
“No need. Just leave once your injuries are healed, and try not to disturb my sword training.”
The woman in green didn’t turn around, her sword movements unceasing, her voice as pure as melting snow on a snow-capped mountain.
Li Hao was taken aback, glanced at her silhouette, and suddenly remembered… when he had fainted earlier, his body had just reconstituted and he was naked…
A blush crept onto his face, he coughed lightly, and without further disturbing her, slowly retreated back to the courtyard.
Sitting on a wooden plank under the eaves, he brushed the mud off his feet, and then Li Hao returned to the straw mat inside the house.
He looked around the room, which seemed to be an Alchemy Room, filled with medicinal herbs.
“Qing Ying is just like that, don’t take offense.”
Seeing Li Hao’s embarrassed expression, the white-bearded old man smiled and said to him.
Li Hao quickly replied, “Of course not, of course not. How could I take offense at a life-saving grace.”
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