Chapter 426: Saint Shengyuan
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“It seems a battle is inevitable!” The human saint gazed at the ancient beast-headed saint and sighed faintly, his tone brimming with endless emotion.
His body was extremely emaciated. He opened his mouth and inhaled. In just an instant, spiritual energy surged towards him from hundreds of miles around, pouring into his mouth.
His white hair fluttered in the wind. His aura began steadily climbing, like a volcano about to erupt, stirring the wind and clouds in all directions.
Beneath his loose robes, his withered body seemed unsealed, emanating a thunderous sound. It was his essence blood flowing, like peals of thunder – extremely shocking.
If not for having no other choice, the elder would not have wanted to battle this ancient saint. His current condition was not optimal. Already in his twilight years, compared to his peak there was far too great a difference.
However, with an ancient saint blocking their path, if he did not play his trump card, today’s matter would not easily resolve.
“Senior…” When some human powerhouses saw this scene, they cried out in surprise. They weren’t fools. They could sense this human saint’s condition.
After all, he was far too aged. Although Saint Realm experts did not care for appearances, ones as decrepit, withered, and white-haired as the human saint before them were uncommon.
“Since you wish to die, 1 shall deliver you on your way!” When the beast-headed ancient saint saw this, he sneered continuously, speaking disdainfully.
Buzz…
As his words fell, he gently raised one hand and pointed it towards the void. In an instant, a silver spear shattered the emptiness, emerging with an endless radiance entwined around it. Various lights interwove, and the ancient beast-headed saint held the spear in his hand the moment it appeared.
Following this, his wings behind him quivered lightly, transforming into thunderbolts. In just a moment, he killed his way to the front of the human saint.
“On the road to the Yellow Springs, do not forget my name. My name is Cang Yu!” A cold, cruel voice echoed between heaven and earth.
The tip of his spear fragmented the void with a deafening rumble, the sound spreading for countless miles. The entire front of the silver spear collapsed completely into chaos as if a small world had been forcefully cleaved out.
This was an incomparably mighty offensive divine power. Its power reached an extreme, seemingly able to split the heavens with one strike.
The beast-headed saint knew his opponent’s condition was not optimal. Thus, he wanted to defeat him with utmost dominance, crushing the faith of all the humans present.
The entire Kun City’s formations flickered, isolating this aura. Yet even so, the supreme might still seeped through, permeating the city.
Some weaker existences instantly exploded into bloody mist with just a blink, without even a chance to scream. The other human cultivators were in slightly better shape, but not by much. Their faces were pale, some with traces of blood at their mouths. This was merely from a wisp of the opponent’s divine power. Without the formations to block it, the entire ancient Kun City would have likely been razed.
The human saint remained silent, undaunted by the beast-headed ancient saint’s blow. His hands gently gestured.
Beside him, time seemed to stand still, only his snowy hair dancing. His eyes were resolute as he traced out the trajectory of the Great Dao.
Boom!
Heaven and earth collapsed. A golden longsword appeared behind the old man, adorned with intricate and mysterious patterns, vibrant and immense, imposing upon the entire void. All kinds of Power of Laws interweaved atop the sword, as if able to suppress heaven and earth with nothing able to hinder it.
“This is… The legendary Sacred Golden Sword?” A well-informed human cultivator cried out.
They might not recognize this human saint’s name. After all, he was far too aged to deduce his identity from appearance alone.
However, when the golden longsword appeared, many human cultivators reacted instantly. This was a sacred weapon! Its master may perish, but the weapon would not!
“It’s really the Sacred Golden Sword?” A middle-aged Quasi-Saint Realm man spoke solemnly, “If it is the Sacred Golden Sword, doesn’t it mean Saint Shengyuan from 20,000 years ago still lives?”
Twenty thousand years… An extremely long span of time. Great Saint Realm powerhouses could perhaps endure it, but it was near impossible for Saint Realm experts.
Theoretically, Saint Realm cultivators could live 10,000 years. With proper vitality cultivation, even 20,000 years was possible.
But most critically, any saint who reached this step must have struggled. Since there were battles, there would be latent wounds. For many saints, peacefully living 20,000 years was little more than a fool’s dream.
While the current Saint Shengyuan still lived, he likely approached the end of his lifespan. After this battle, he would certainly fade away.
In other words, this battle was the final battle of Saint Shengyuan in life!
Thinking of this, the hearts of the human cultivators present involuntarily grew heavy.
Ten thousand years… In the entire Southern Region, ten thousand years had passed without a single human saint born. Yet now, an ancient saint from 20,000 years ago had finally emerged to support the human race. But… this would be his last battle in life.
He could be said to be the sole remaining human saint. Even in the final moments of life, he still fought for the human race.
How could their hearts not be heavy? Some Quasi-Saint Realm human experts even felt blamed. They blamed themselves for lacking strength and talent. If they could break through to the Saint Realm, why should the human saint fight for them at life’s end?
If the Southern Region’s humans had been as mighty as those of other domains, why would they have feared the myriad races? Why sacrifice elders to contend for that ethereal opportunity?
Clang!
At this moment, the sound of clashing weapons rang out.
The golden longsword and silver spear collided. The instant they met, supreme might surged forth. The world instantly fell into vast whiteness. Blinding white light was everywhere, making it hard to open one’s eyes.
An ancient golden sword stood in the void, gigantic as a mountain, illuminating the firmament. It blocked all aftershocks and saved Kun City from calamity.
“Senior!” a human cultivator roared, unable to bear watching this cruel scene..