290: The flawed jade is the king (29)

A terrifying Saintly Might swept in from the distant horizon.

It was not a pressure released intentionally, but merely the slight aftershocks scattered when two supreme powers collided.

Yet, it was this aftershock that caused this world to tremble and the myriad Laws to fall into disarray.

Li Chunfeng's Venerable Dao Fruit, which was about to burn out as he prepared to perish together with the three Heavenly Venerables, was forcibly suppressed by this higher-level pressure, extinguishing its final spark.

The determination on his face instantly turned into shock.

The three arrogant Heavenly Venerables—Heavenly Venerable Yu Family, the Gold Crow Old Ancestor, and the Ziyang Sect Leader—dared not take any further action, fearing they might provoke the source of the Saintly Might.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

The Gold Crow Old Ancestor's voice trembled with fear.

"It is not an ordinary Saint!"

Heavenly Venerable Yu Family's face turned pale; he could clearly sense it.

"It is a Saint King! Saint Kings are fighting!"

As figures at the ceiling of the Five Domains where Saints do not appear, the four Heavenly Venerables in the Venerable Realm had naturally seen beings of the Saint Realm.

But the Saintly Might erupting before them was more terrifying than any Saint Realm being they had ever seen before.

Without a doubt, it was a battle between beings of the Saint King level.

They had exhausted their entire lives only to stand at the threshold of the Heavenly Venerable Realm, never even touching the edge of the Saint Realm.

Yet now, two legendary Saint Kings were unfolding a great battle right here above the Northern Plains.

In the eyes of the three Heavenly Venerables, that greed and killing intent were replaced by deeper fear and awe.

They dared not move.

Fearing that any movement of theirs might attract the attention of those two unknown Saint Kings, thereby bringing upon themselves a calamity.

Below the Saint Realm, all are ants.

Wang Yun's face was also filled with solemnity.

In his past life as the Three-Lotus Saint, he could clearly feel the terror of this Saintly Might; it had absolutely reached the Saint King level.

At the same time, an extremely dense Primordial Qi emanated from one of the Saintly Might signatures.

This aura caused the second Supreme Bone in his chest, the grandmist supreme bone, to resonate violently in an unprecedented manner.

Who knows how much time had passed.

That terrifying Saintly Might which had swept across the world receded like the ebbing tide toward the distant horizon, finally disappearing.

The Laws between heaven and earth resumed their flow.

The invisible mountain pressing on the hearts of the three Heavenly Venerables also vanished.

They let out a long sigh of relief, looked at each other, and saw the relief and shock in each other's eyes.

"They left."

"It seems those two Saint Kings have finished fighting."

After the brief fear, a more intense greed and killing intent emerged once again.

"Do it!"

"End this quickly! Avoid any complications!"

Heavenly Venerable Yu Family shouted sharply, no longer holding anything back.

The Saint Kings had left; in this world, it was still they, the Heavenly Venerables, who had the final say!

The three Heavenly Venerables joined forces once more, and three torrents of Law, even more terrifying than before, carrying the determination to kill and destructive power, blasted toward the two who were already at the end of their strength.

This time, they would succeed in one strike, leaving no future troubles!

However, in this moment of life and death.

The grandmist supreme bone in Wang Yun's chest suddenly erupted with unprecedented, violent vibrations without any warning.

He abruptly raised his head, looking toward the direction where the Saintly Might had dissipated.

"It's coming!"

He could feel that the Primordial Qi, which made him feel incomparably intimate, had not disappeared with the end of the Saint King battle.

Instead, it was approaching this location at an extremely fast speed!

...

In the Void Realm ten thousand miles away.

A figure wearing tattered battle armor, with a hideous scar on his face, was stumbling out of a spatial rift that had just been torn open.

It was none other than Gu Zhan.

He looked back at the slowly closing spatial rift, as well as the bursts of Dragon roars and another equally terrifying Yao Saint aura coming from within, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness.

"What a Demon Court! What a two-on-one!"

He cursed in a low voice, his Qi and blood surging.

This time, he had gone to the Demon Court alone to demand an explanation.

Relying on the hongmeng sword in his hand and his own terrifying cultivation, he had fought the Lord of the Demon Court, that old loach, to a draw, and had even faintly held the upper hand.

But who would have thought that the Demon Court would be so devoid of martial ethics.

At the height of the battle, they had actually awakened another Yao Race Saint King who had also been asleep for several eras.

Facing two against one, even with his high Battle Intent, Gu Zhan could only retreat in hatred, having even sustained some minor injuries.

"I, Gu Zhan, will remember this grudge!"

"When I condense my fifth dao lotus in the future, I will surely turn your Demon Court upside down!"

Gu Zhan suppressed his surging Qi and blood, about to identify his direction and return to the Gu Family in the Central Province to heal.

Suddenly.

Hum—the hongmeng sword in his hand suddenly began to vibrate violently without warning.

On the blade, the purple-gold Primordial Qi flowed wildly, emitting clear sword chimes, as if cheering, leaping for joy, and yearning.

It was an incomparably intense resonance originating from the Origin.

The degree of this resonance far exceeded the connection with his own "Primordial Chaos War Body"!

Gu Zhan was stunned.

He abruptly looked down at the Saint sword in his hand, his eyes full of shock and suspicion.

This sword was a Saint weapon that his late master, the Grandmist Saint Gu Yun, had personally forged for the Gu Family, exhausting his last bit of Origin before his life reached its end.

Except for himself, in this world, there was only one person who could make this sword resonate so violently.

A name he had buried in his heart, missed for tens of thousands of years, yet dared not touch easily.

A... legend that should have long since passed away along with that withered small world.

The Grandmist Saint, Gu Yun.