Chapter 689: Chapter 689: An Audience with the Saint! The Details of the Saint Realm, The Secrets Behind
“Sect Master Ye!”
Ye Feng gazed at the woman, his eyes sharpening.
With a thought, an invisible force enveloped the three Heavenly Stele Fragments on the ground, quietly pocketing them.
“A distinguished guest arrives, may I know the purpose of your visit?”
“Please follow me to meet the Saint.”
“Meet the Saint?” Ye Feng’s eyes flickered, “The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint wishes to see me?”
“Yes,” Yuzhu nodded.
“Please lead the way,” Ye Feng gestured invitingly, also eager to witness the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, renowned for his divine prowess.
Rip!
Yuzhu tore through the void, performing a space jump with Ye Feng, and they successfully arrived at the Holy Temple of Jiaoyang Holy City.
“Yuzhu, you’ve arrived… Eh, Ye Feng, it’s you!”
The City Lord, upon seeing Ye Feng, was first startled, then his face drained of color, and he nearly couldn’t help taking three steps back.
To outsiders, becoming the City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City meant controlling an entire Five-Star Force and enjoying great respect.
But only those in the know were aware that the master of a Five-Star Force under the direct command of a Holy Land is typically the weakest and least potential Quasi-Saint of that Holy Land.
Such a person would be the one to take up the role of City Lord.
In the eyes of Quasi-Saints in the Holy Land, this is nothing more than a retirement post.
Therefore, the strength of the Jiaoyang Holy City’s City Lord is not formidable.
Having encountered the famous Ye Feng, the Jiaoyang Holy City’s City Lord recalled past interactions to make sure he had not grievously offended Ye Feng. At most, he had been somewhat discourteous in the past, and that realization allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief, secretly grateful.
“The master sent a message, asking me to bring Sect Master Ye to meet the Saint.”
Yuzhu said.
She took out a token, opened the portal within the Holy Temple, and led Ye Feng into the Jiaoyang Realm.
“Phew!”
“I thought you were here to give me trouble!”
The City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City wiped his sweat, sat down by a tea table, drank a cup of tea, and his breath gradually steadied.
Jiaoyang Realm.
Ye Feng, observing this colossal minor world, noticed the Spiritual Energy here was tremendous, more than ten times denser than that of a Super Large Spirit Vein.
“Could this be a Holy Grade Spirit Vein?”
He asked quietly.
“Indeed,” Yuzhu tapped her chin lightly, “Every Holy Land has a Holy Grade Spirit Vein. Not only is the Spiritual Energy dense, but cultivating within it also enhances one’s insight; its effects are incredibly potent.”
“How wonderful,” Ye Feng thought enviously.
Shortly after.
They arrived in front of a majestic Holy Temple.
From a distance, Ye Feng could feel the immense Saint Might coming towards him, as if it could pierce through heaven and earth, looking down upon the universe.
“You’ve arrived.”
The voice of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint came from within the Holy Temple.
The next moment.
A figure enshrouded in mist slowly stepped forward, standing in front of Ye Feng and Yuzhu.
This was an elderly man.
He had a remarkable bearing, with a sun blazing behind him, releasing a fiery luminescence so intense that Ye Feng almost couldn’t withstand it.
The Eye of Insight opened quietly.
[Title: Jiaoyang Ancient Saint]
[Status: External Incarnation]
[Grade: Quasi-Saint Peak]
[Remark: The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s powerful External Incarnation formed from a drop of his essence blood and a Soul Fragment, possesses the battle power of a Quasi-Saint at its peak, and if completely elevated, can exert Saint Realm strength]
After reading this information, Ye Feng grew curious.
If he was summoned here, why not summon the original being?
“Ye Feng, we finally meet,” the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint incarnation said as he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Ye Feng with eyes full of admiration, “You are very good, Body Cultivation Heavenly Emperor, Magic Cultivation Quasi-Saint, you are the hope of Shenzhou Continent’s future.”
Ye Feng was startled.
Could it be that he was called over just to receive praise in person? What a waste of an expression!
“Are you curious why this Saint has called you here?” continued the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint.
“Indeed, very curious,” Ye Feng nodded.
“I summoned you to discuss matters concerning the Celestial Clan,” the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint did not sit down and continued to stand.
Upon hearing “Celestial Clan,” Ye Feng’s interest was immediately piqued.
“The Celestial Clan are Outer Realm Evil Spirits that have taken over the last of the Ten Great Mountain Ranges, the Suspended Mountain, and occupied that place.”
“This clan is terrifying.”
“Their Clan Leader who calls himself ‘Saintly Venerable,’ is a top existence within the Saint Realm, and on the Shenzhou Continent, no other Saint Realm being can match him in single combat.”
“However, before the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable came to our Shenzhou Continent, he had already been severely injured, and later, he battled against the Heavenly Dao. Although he shattered the Heavenly Dao, he too fell into a deep slumber.”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint continued to narrate.
Both Ye Feng and Yuzhu were hearing these secrets for the first time, their eyes filled with curiosity and shock.
Shattered the Heavenly Dao?
The strength of the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable is insanely powerful!
From the words of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, Ye Feng understood there were varying strengths within the Saint Realm, and he became curious, about to ask.
“Are you very curious about the strength of the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable and also curious about the divisions within the Saint Realm?”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint suddenly asked.
Ye Feng’s heart skipped a beat, almost thinking the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint could read minds, and he quickly clasped his hands saying, “Indeed, I am very curious.”
“You are already a Quasi-Saint, it’s time for you to learn some of the secrets of the Saint Realm, and you should learn them too, my disciple,”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint looked at Yuzhu.
“Please enlighten us, Master,” Yuzhu quickly clasped hands.
“The Saint Realm is finely divided into four minor realms, namely, Saint Entry, Saint Manifestation, Heavenly Saint, and Supreme Saint.”
“The Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, is at the Peak of the Supreme Saint!”
“And our Heavenly Dao on the Shenzhou Continent, is also at the Supreme Saint level, a pity it was later shattered by the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable.”
“And our Shenzhou Continent’s Saint Realm, with a total of over a hundred beings, but the strongest are only Heavenly Saints, simply no match for the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable.”
“It’s embarrassing to say that I am merely at the peak of Saint Entry.”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s expression was somewhat peculiar.
He knew he was weak.
Saint Entry, the first minor realm of the Saint Realm.
Out there, it’s an invincible existence, but in front of the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, it’s as weak as an ant.
Only the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint knew the gap between himself and the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, and his heart was filled with helplessness.
Yuzhu, upon hearing that the Saint Realm had so many subdivisions, felt as if a door to a new world had opened and promptly asked, “Master, how should one break through within the Saint Realm?”
“As the weakest of Saint Entry, to be honest, I don’t understand the road ahead either!”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint was helpless.
He had reached the peak of Saint Entry only through the passage of time but had been stuck there since, unable to make a breakthrough.
If it hadn’t been so, he wouldn’t have continuously coveted the power of the Ancient Holy God buried beneath the Hardwood Plains.
“Ye Feng, what is your relationship with the Ancient Holy God, could it be, just as the mighty ones of the Holy Lands have speculated, that you received the power of the Ancient Holy God’s skull?”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint suddenly asked.
This question had been on his mind for a long time and today he finally had the chance to ask, his heart brimming with a desire to know.
“No!”
Ye Feng spread his hands apart.
He too wished to obtain the power of the Ancient Holy God, but the latter only lent him strength once, quite stingy indeed.
“That’s impossible!”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint found it hard to believe, grabbing Ye Feng’s hand. His Saint Might circled around Ye Feng only to find, indeed there was no trace of the Ancient Holy God’s presence, and he was even more astonished.
“It seems, I was mistaken.”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint murmured to himself, feeling oddly happy.
As long as the power of the Ancient Holy God remained, he believed there was a chance to absorb it; and once successful, he wouldn’t just break through Saint Manifestation but could swagger through the Saint Entry Realm.
“Ancient Saint, who exactly is the Ancient Holy God?” Ye Feng seized the opportunity to inquire.
“Some secrets must not be revealed!”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint was being coy.
At these words, Ye Feng curled his lips.
“The main reason I summoned you here today is probably to discuss these matters.”
“Ye Feng, as many Saints are resisting foreign enemies outside the domain, the Shenzhou Continent is temporarily without a Saint to preside over, and now with the Celestial Clan causing trouble, it rests on you Quasi-Saints to hold the line.”
“If we encounter an unforeseen event in the Outer Realm, the Jiaoyang Holy Land could only ask for your young ones to look after it,”
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint hinted at entrusting a duty.
Ye Feng wore a solemn expression.
He could tell, the war in the Outer Realm was terrifying.
Even beings as strong as the Saints, might perish!