261: An era without saints!? (The End) (Please give a good review!)

Northern Plains, Burial Ground of Immortals.

This ancient Life Forbidden Zone, which had existed since time immemorial, welcomed a special "guest" today.

Gu Yun's figure, like a streak of light, charged into that darkness that devoured everything without hesitation.

Behind him, the gray Heavenly Tribulation cloud, which had pursued him the entire way and was maliciously condensed by the entire withering small world, followed closely.

Rumble!

The Heavenly Tribulation of the Heavenly Dao had descended.

"Damn it! Which blind fool dares to bring a Heavenly Tribulation here!"

A roar of anger resounded from an ancient sleeping coffin deep within the Burial Ground of Immortals.

Immediately after, one powerful will after another awakened from every corner of the darkness.

"This aura... it's that little worm with the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body."

"How is he still not dead?"

"He's courting death! Does he really think we wouldn't dare to touch him?"

These taboo existences, who had been sleeping for a long time, were thoroughly enraged.

Last time, they had spared Gu Yun out of consideration for that madman's token.

But this time, he dared to lead this damned Heavenly Tribulation onto their territory.

This was a provocation, shaking the balance they had struggled so hard to maintain.

However, just as one of the taboo existences was about to strike to obliterate Gu Yun...

"Wait."

A voice, even more ancient and filled with apprehension, sounded.

"We cannot afford to provoke that madman..."

"But we also cannot allow this Heavenly Dao to run rampant here!"

After a brief exchange, all the taboo existences reached a consensus.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Waves of power that surpassed the Saint realm, and even touched the threshold of the Emperor Dao, surged into the sky from all over the Burial Ground of Immortals.

They transformed into giant hands, reaching out toward the churning gray Heavenly Tribulation cloud above the firmament.

In the face of this power, the Heavenly Tribulation of the Heavenly Dao appeared so insignificant.

The gray eye, representing the supreme will of the Dharma-Ending Age, actually revealed fear.

It wailed as it was torn apart and crushed by those giant hands, turning into the purest ownerless energy.

The Heavenly Dao had been suppressed.

And the culprit behind all this, Gu Yun, was sitting cross-legged below, gasping for breath.

He looked at the forcibly dispersed Heavenly Tribulation cloud, a smile appearing on his face.

He had bet correctly.

These old monsters, who had lived for who knows how many years, were more afraid of the withering Heavenly Dao descending than he was.

"Now is the time!"

Gu Yun seized this fleeting opportunity and fully activated the four-thousand-foot primordial dao fruit within his body.

"Punish Heaven!"

Become a Saint!

Rumble!

A brand new Saint's might erupted with him at the center.

Purple Qi billowed for thirty thousand miles, and the Dao resonated throughout the universe.

Above his Saint's might, no dao lotus manifested, yet it possessed an incomparably domineering aura.

At the time of this world's withering, Gu Yun defied the Heavens to become a Saint!

At this moment, within the Burial Ground of Immortals, those taboo existences who had just joined forces to suppress the Heavenly Dao fell into collective silence.

"Damn it... we were used by this brat!"

"So he came specifically to borrow our hands to pass his own Saint-becoming tribulation?"

"What an ant! What deep schemes!"

Angry curses rose one after another, but they ultimately did not strike.

Gu Yun became a Saint and returned to the Five Domains.

The news spread, and the world was shaken.

The moment he returned to the Gu Family ancestral grounds, an ancient pressure descended, and the Ancient Ancestor of the Saint Realm was awakened by this new Saint's might.

His will resonated directly in Gu Yun's Sea of Consciousness, carrying a hint of urgency and one final persuasion.

"Yun'er, stop now."

"You have already become a Saint, and your Foundation is solid. If you seal yourself in divine Origin now and go to the Golden Great Age to verify the Dao, you still have a sliver of a chance!"

Gu Yun shook his head calmly and firmly toward the direction of the Forbidden Ground.

"Ancient Ancestor, my Dao was carved out in this withering Dharma-Ending Age, not like a flower in a greenhouse."

"If I cannot even break through this broken cage, then even if I am in the Golden Great Age in the future, facing the Prodigies of the ages, I would be nothing more than a stepping stone on their path to verifying the Dao."

"My mind is made up, please grant me your blessing, Ancient Ancestor."

The Saint Ancestor remained silent for a long time, finally turning into a sigh, and ceased his persuasion.

...

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three thousand years, Gu Yun went into seclusion in the deepest part of the Gu Family ancestral grounds, ignoring worldly affairs.

The Spiritual Qi of the withering small world grew increasingly exhausted, the Dao wailed, and the paths of countless Cultivators were severed.

Yet Gu Yun went against the current, and amidst the withering of the ten thousand Daos, he forcibly condensed his first dao lotus.

The lotus bloomed at the first grade, and Purple Qi billowed. That day, strange phenomena appeared in the sky above the Gu Family ancestral grounds, but he forcibly suppressed them with great power, not alarming the outside world.

...

Another four thousand years passed.

Gu Yun's life aura began to show signs of decay.

He could feel that his Lifespan was accelerating away in this Dharma-Ending Age.

However, amidst this decay, he once again blossomed with Dao light during his arduous cultivation.

The second dao lotus condensed and formed above his head.

Second Lotus Saint Realm.

...

Ten thousand years of time drifted by.

A full ten thousand years had passed since Gu Yun became a Saint.

The third dao lotus blossomed quietly.

Three-Lotus Saint Realm!

...

Another five thousand years passed. In those five thousand years, Gu Yun was never able to condense the fourth dao lotus to achieve the Saint King realm.

He had reached the pinnacle of this world; the withering small world would simply not allow the birth of a Saint King, yet he could also feel his own fire of life about to burn out.

In this life, the Gu Family had sacrificed too much for him.

Before his life reached its end, he decided to leave behind one last Foundation for the Family.

To forge a true Saint weapon.

He set off on his journey once again.

Throughout the Five Domains, he left his footprints while searching for divine materials.

He even stepped into the Burial Ground of Immortals once more, euphemistically calling it "stocking up."

This angered that group of taboo existences so much they nearly jumped out of their coffins, and they all hid their treasure vaults tightly, fearing they would be found by this bane whose Lifespan was running low.

But Gu Yun was no longer the same as before; they couldn't drive him away even if they wanted to.

Another three thousand years passed.

Gu Family, at the peak of the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace.

Gu Yun sat cross-legged, with an ancient longsword floating before him.

On the sword body, purple-gold Primordial Qi intertwined with the radiance of Chaos, emitting a powerful Saint's might.

He dripped his last wisp of Origin essence blood onto the sword body.

Hum!

The sound of the sword ringing rose, echoing through Heaven and Earth.

A Saint weapon, the hongmeng sword, was completed.

Gu Yun left this sword in the Gu Family ancestral grounds as one of the Foundations to suppress the clan.

He had finished everything.

It was also at this moment that he felt the Laws of this world seemed to be beginning to recover.

The withering aura that had suppressed the ages was slowly dissipating.

The dawn of the Golden Great Age seemed to be about to arrive.

But Gu Yun's life had also completely reached its end.

He returned alone to the sleeping chamber where he was born.

He sat quietly on that cold jade bed, just like the newborn infant from ten thousand years ago.

He closed his eyes and passed away of old age.

That day, strange phenomena shook the Five Domains.

Blood rain fell from the sky, and the Dao wailed.

Purple Qi came from the East, but it was no longer billowing for thirty thousand miles; instead, it transformed into a gigantic lotus flower, withering silently above the Gu Family.

Countless stars dimmed, as if mourning the curtain call of a legend.

Within the Five Domains, whether it was an Immortal Dao Lineage or a longevity Family.

Whether it was his enemies or his friends.

All the ancient existences who had not yet completely fallen into slumber walked out of their places of seclusion at this moment.

They looked up toward the direction of the Central Plains, their expressions complex, yet carrying a hint of heartfelt respect.

They bowed from afar toward the sky where the lotus was withering.

One after another, voices, some aged and some resonant, sounded simultaneously across the Five Domains, merging into a torrent.

"Respectfully sending off the Hongmeng Saint, Gu Yun!"

From this point on, the first Saint of the withering small world, a legend who rose against the Heavens, had fallen.

In the end, he still fell at the very last dawn before the arrival of the Golden Great Age.