396: Chapter 396 Resurrection (14)

In the real world, under everyone's horrified gazes.

Those two overbearing Saint experts seemed to have suffered some kind of terrifying attack.

They coughed up a large mouthful of blood simultaneously, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Their Dao had been broken.

Wang Yun no longer held back, erupting with both his comprehended "Way of Invincible Slaying" and "Way of the Supreme" at the same time.

Two Dao-Grade Daos directly crushed forward.

The two Saints witnessed this scene with their own eyes; their Daos appeared insignificantly small before Wang Yun's Dao.

They were instantly washed away and completely collapsed.

"Aaaah!"

"My Dao! My Dao Fruit!"

The two Saints' auras plummeted rapidly, and the radiance of the Saint Realm faded from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, they fell from being high-and-mighty Saints to the Heavenly Venerable Realm.

Their eyes became clouded, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and they spoke gibberish.

Their Dao Heart was shattered, and their minds were unclear.

They had gone completely mad.

This scene became a massive deterrent to all the hostile forces present.

Everyone was stunned.

A God Realm cultivator had crippled two Saints.

What kind of evil art was this?

Just then.

A pressure far more terrifying than all the Saints present descended from beyond the heavens.

"Let this farce end here."

An old and calm voice resounded in everyone's hearts.

Along with the voice, an old man dressed in simple hemp clothes slowly walked out from the Void Realm.

Saint King.

A true Saint King Realm powerhouse had arrived.

"It's the Ancient King of the North Vast Emperor Sect!"

Someone recognized the old man's identity, their voice filled with awe.

That was an Orthodoxy founded by a Great Emperor who had emerged from the Northern Plains of the Yuan Land two eras ago.

The appearance of this Saint King was not to uphold justice.

He simply didn't want the balance of the Northern Region to be completely disrupted and wanted to end this "farce" that seemed somewhat ridiculous to him.

His gaze swept across the field, finally landing on the Saints from forces like the Heavenly King Hall.

Those Saints trembled, their bodies turning cold.

"Begone."

The Ancient King only said three words.

Those Saints felt as if they had been granted a great amnesty; they didn't dare to stay for a moment longer, immediately taking their remaining Disciples and tearing through the Void Realm to flee in a pathetic state.

A crisis of Sect extermination was thus resolved.

The Ancient King's gaze finally fell on Wang Yun, with a hint of inquiry and curiosity in his eyes, but in the end, he said nothing, and his figure slowly dissipated.

After this battle, the name "Yun," along with that shocking battle record, quickly spread throughout the Five Domains of the Yuan Land.

With a God Realm body, he had withstood the siege of Venerables.

In a single thought, he had crippled the dao foundations of two Saints.

Every piece of news was enough to leave listeners dumbfounded.

Countless speculations began to circulate among the various Orthodoxies.

Some said he was the descendant of an ancient Emperor Clan that lived in seclusion.

Others said he had obtained the complete Legacy of an ancient Great Emperor.

But the most widely circulated and convincing theory was...

He might be the young Supreme of the Ancient Starry Road in this era, unrivaled by anyone... Five years passed in a flash.

In these five years, the status of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the Northern Region rose significantly, and no one dared to provoke them easily anymore.

Wang Yun continued to cultivate peacefully in that Immortal Cave halfway up the mountain, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His cultivation progressed naturally, reaching the Peak of the Heavenly God Realm, with an incredibly solid Foundation.

One day, Wang Yun was meditating.

He suddenly felt a mysterious call from a distant time and space.

The call was faint yet incredibly clear, crossing an endless distance and precisely imprinting itself on his Divine Soul.

The source was deep within the Boundary Sea.

Wang Yun opened his eyes; he knew it was time to leave.

He found the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor and Zhu Wen.

Five years had passed, and under the inspiration of Wang Yun's "one sword," Zhu Wen's sword dao had progressed by leaps and bounds, making him the undisputed leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect's younger generation.

Hearing that Wang Yun was leaving, although Zhu Wen was extremely reluctant, he did not try to make him stay.

He knew that Brother Yun's world was far broader than this small Northern Region.

"Brother Yun, take care!"

He simply gave a solemn bow.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor became even more respectful; he had long since regarded Wang Yun as the guardian deity of the Sect.

"If the Saint has any needs, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect will not hesitate even if it means death."

Wang Yun nodded and said no more.

Alone, he once again came to the edge of the Boundary Sea.

Afterward, he stepped in.

The chaotic area where even Saints would once get lost was now like level ground before him.

After the Yin-Yang Indestructible Body reached Minor Achievement, this Chaos could not cause him the slightest harm; instead, it would actively make way for him.

He was like a fish in water, completely unaffected.

Following that mysterious call, Wang Yun traveled all the way to the deepest part of the Boundary Sea.

After an unknown amount of time.

In a dead silence of chaotic void, he found the source of the call.

It was a seed that was emerald green all over, but its light was dim, as if it would go out at any moment.

The seed of grass and wood.

Wang Yun looked at this seed and understood in his heart.

In this life, he no longer needed external objects as his own dao seed.

After his Yin-Yang Indestructible Body reached Minor Achievement, it had already spontaneously birthed a unique "Yin-Yang Indestructible Seed."

The call of this seed of grass and wood was not for him to undergo Fusion.

Rather, it was a cry for help.

A buried memory surfaced from the depths of Wang Yun's mind.

He remembered the Dark Turmoil sweeping across the Ten Lands that he had seen in his previous life.

He remembered the Grass and Wood Clan, who, in order to protect the world's living beings, ultimately chose to assimilate with heaven and earth, turning into a barrier.

He also remembered his own regret for failing to settle the blood debt with the Forbidden Zone Supreme Being on behalf of the billions of slaughtered grass and wood beings due to the erosion of his indestructible will.

This was the cause from the previous life.

And the result in this life.

"I understand."

Wang Yun reached out his hand and gently held the nearly withered seed of grass and wood in his palm.

He accepted this Karma.

This seed was the last hope of the Grass and Wood Clan; it needed to find a suitable place to take root as soon as possible to continue the spark of the entire race.

Wang Yun did not hesitate, turning around and returning towards the Yuan Land with the seed... Yuan Land, Northern Region.

When Wang Yun's figure appeared once again in this familiar world.

He suddenly stopped and frowned.

He keenly sensed that the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect had unstable Luck and was being shrouded by a massive wave of malice.

Five years ago, after obtaining the Saint King Dao Crystal, the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor immediately chose to go into seclusion to impact the Saint King Realm.

However, he failed.

Not only did he fail to break through, but he also suffered a severe Dao backlash, and his strength was greatly damaged.

This news eventually leaked out.

Those Sects that had been suppressed by Wang Yun alone five years ago and had fled in panic saw hope once again after learning this news.

The best time for revenge and carving up the Heavenly Sword Sect had arrived.

A new round of Sect extermination crisis had already descended.

This time, it was even more ferocious than the last.