Chapter 742: Chapter 742: Crisis Descends, The Terrifying Incarnation (Extra)
The arrivals were several women.
The leader, clad in a snow-white gown, bearing a snow-white longsword on her back, had a graceful figure with a veiled face of stunning beauty.
Clean, cool, and compelling.
No sooner had she appeared than she made a striking impression.
“So beautiful!”
“I swear, I will definitely marry a little immortal fairy from the Ice and Snow Holy Land one day.”
The Misty Sect disciples couldn’t take their eyes off her.
At these words, the rosy cheeks of the few Ice and Snow Holy Land female disciples blushed even deeper, casting reproachful glances at those audacious disciples.
If anyone else had said those words, they would have definitely struck with their sword, showing them the might of the ice and snow female warriors.
But these disciples were from the Misty Sect!
With Ye Feng watching over them, who would dare to make a move?
“Sect Master Ye, I am Yueye Xue, the eldest disciple of Snow Yan, the new Saint Master of the Ice and Snow Holy Land, in charge of receiving the elder and your esteemed sect members.”
Yueye Xue’s cultivation level was very high.
With an age of barely a hundred years, she had already become a seasoned emperor of the Three Turns of the Void Break Realm, a peerless genius across the entire Shenzhou Continent.
Yet, in front of Ye Feng, she dared not exhibit the slightest arrogance or disrespect.
“Please lead the way,” he said.
“Follow me, Sect Master Ye.”
Yueye Xue and several female disciples walked beside Ye Feng, surrounding him, bringing streaks of fragrance.
Ye Feng remained composed.
However, a glimpse of Yueye Xue’s pale neck out of the corner of his eyes made him feel a sudden dryness in the throat.
“A seductive body?!”
Ye Feng frowned slightly, puzzled as to why such a constitution would emerge in the Ice and Snow Holy Land, known for its purity and snowy whiteness.
Unseen, the Domain of Heaven and Earth enveloped him, and he quickly returned to normal.
…
In the heart of Ice Snow Holy City.
A massive square.
This place was a hundred miles round, with countless seats. Not to mention seating one hundred thousand people, even a million or ten million would not be a problem.
In the center of the square was a high platform.
This was where Snow Yan would be conferred the position of Holy Master.
Around it were seats for distinguished guests, encircling the high platform.
“Please take a seat.”
Yueye Xue escorted Ye Feng and others to the honored guests’ seats where they were free to sit down and enjoy the fine wines and dishes served by the maids.
Other seats were also filled with people.
“Greetings, Sect Master Ye!”
Yuzhu, sitting not far away, quickly stood up to greet Ye Feng upon seeing him.
“Sect Master Ye, it’s been a long time.”
Yu Luo Quasi-Saint from the Myriad Transformation Holy Land was also present.
It wasn’t just him.
Wan Jianyi from the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, the Rhinoceros Heavenly Emperor from the Broken Heaven Mountain Range, Wu Xuan from the Supreme Heaven Forbidden Zone, and Xiao Cangtian from the Cangqing Forbidden Zone, and others had all arrived at the scene.
Even the City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City was there.
Seeing Ye Feng, everyone stood up to pay their respects.
The members of the various powers were amazed by this scene, in awe of Ye Feng’s connections.
“As expected of a Celestial, almost all the big shots are taking the initiative to greet him.”
“How I envy him!”
“I too wish to greet Sect Master Ye, but alas, I do not have the status to sit in the front rows, and I can’t even catch a glimpse of Sect Master Ye’s face.”
Tears of envy streamed down the faces of those from the major powers.
Whoosh!
Yin Rurong, accompanied by hundreds of cultivators from the Tianmiao Holy Land, appeared and took their seats in another section of the honored guests’ area.
However, she did not greet Ye Feng.
It was apparent to everyone that there was some tension, or perhaps, some conflict between Ye Feng and Yin Rurong.
Only a few, such as Luo Yu Quasi-Saint, Yuzhu, Wu Xuan, and others, were aware of the incident within the Thunder Palace leader’s body.
But they kept silent.
The matter had not spread.
“Welcome, honored guests!”
Shortly thereafter, a clear and cold voice came from above, and everyone followed the sound to see dozens of graceful figures slowly descending.
At the forefront was Snow Yan.
Today, she wore a luxurious red gown with a phoenix hairpin, regal and elegant like a proud snow-covered Hong Mei, and made her entrance accompanied by dozens of immortal fairies.
“So beautiful!”
This was the first time many had laid eyes on Snow Yan’s true face.
That pure white, flawless face, with skin so delicate it seemed it could be broken by a breath, and a holy and cold demeanor, always stirred the conquest desire in everyone.
Ye Feng sat in his seat.
He slightly furrowed his brow, feeling that something was amiss.
It seemed as if danger was approaching.
…
Suspended Mountain.
Inside an ancient hall.
After a period of effort, Saint Emperor Lingwei and the Mist Saint had joined and successfully created the Saint Realm ultimate incarnation.
In the center of the altar.
A towering man stood erect.
He bore some resemblance to the Mist Saint and Saint Emperor Lingwei, leading those unaware to think he was their father!
The man’s facial features were sharp and defined, his carved appearance and cold eyes exuding a chill.
His aura had astonishingly reached the Saint Entry Realm!
“Finally, it’s completed.”
The Mist Saint released his grasp, nearly succumbing to exhaustion.
Saint Emperor Lingwei slightly narrowed his eyes and said, “This is a true Saint Realm Avatar, but once it descends to the lower world, it can only survive for three days.”
The Mist Saint said,
“He can burn his own strength and, at the cost of shortening his existence, exert a power several times beyond his own. Not to speak of three days, even half a day would be enough to annihilate Ye Feng.”
“That woman from Tianmiao Holy Land, doesn’t she possess Sacred Arms? If she intervenes to support, can this incarnation kill Ye Feng?”
Added the Mist Saint.
“No problem,” Saint Emperor Lingwei sneered, “Tianmiao Holy Land Saint Master Yin Rurong’s Sacred Arms are merely at the Saint Entry Level, incapable of reversing the inevitable. Moreover, it’s uncertain whether she would even make a move.”
“If that is the case, send the incarnation to the lower realm!”
Rip!
The two worked together to tear the void open and took out a special ancient order to stabilize the spatial pressure. They forcefully sent the incarnation into the crack.
Ice Snow Holy City.
Millions were still watching the ceremony of the Saint Ascension in the square.
The process was enchanting.
Xue Yan ascended to the position of Saint Master, receiving the scepter which signified the office from the Ice and Snow Holy Land’s incumbent Saint Master’s Avatar, officially becoming the Saint Master of the Ice Snow Holy Land.
Then came the sword dance of numerous young female disciples.
Graceful figures and light movements that won thunderous applause from countless onlookers, leaving them entranced.
“To witness the sword dance of the Immortal Fairies from the Ice and Snow Holy Land once in my life, I would die content.”
Someone yelled thus.
But, no one refuted him.
There’s a saying that goes well,
Even in death under the peony flower, one would still be a romantic ghost.
Indeed, in the eyes of most present, the female disciples of the Ice and Snow Holy Land were truly exceptional; their graceful figures and lightness captivated onlookers even more with their cold beauty.
“Oh, is that so? You’d even die content? In that case, today, I will slay all of you,” came a voice, cold as ice, from the sky.
In the sky.
An icy voice suddenly descended.
Everyone stopped their actions and looked up.
In the high altitude, the cold wind was biting.
A towering man clenched his fists, his visage stern, his arms hanging naturally as his robe fluttered noisily.
Thump!
The man suddenly stepped down.
A terrifying aura instantly collapsed the space above, hammering onto everyone below. Many immediately vomited blood and fell, only a few managing to withstand the pressure.
“Saint Realm?!”
People gazed at the man, their eyes filled with shock.
Even the strong ones like Yu Luo Quasi-Saint, Xue Yan, Yin Rurong, and other Four-Turn Quasi-Saints felt a tremendous pressure weighing on them.
“Ye Feng, die!”
After badly injuring a million people with a single step, the dreadful Saint Realm ultimate incarnation fixed its gaze on Ye Feng, its eyes brimming with venomous hatred.
“You look a lot like the Mist Saint.”
Ye Feng wielded the Domain of Heaven and Earth to protect the Sect Disciples, then soared into the sky, confronting the incarnation from a distance.
“You’ve seen through me!”
The incarnation glared at Ye Feng, his face twisted into a grim smile.
He was the ultimate incarnation forged by the Mist Saint and Saint Emperor Lingwei, capable of perfectly wielding both of their powers. However, to descend to the lower realm, he had to cut himself, thus avoiding the attention of the Heavenly Dao Remnants.
Therefore, this ultimate incarnation was still in the recovery phase.
As he stared at Ye Feng, he refrained from attacking. He was delaying in hope that, after a while, his strength would return to its peak and he could unleash the full force of the Saint Realm.
And at that moment, it would be Ye Feng’s end!
[Added an update, even a mosquito’s leg is meat.]