488: Ten Sages

In Zhenyuan City, several prying gazes suddenly narrowed, the shock and suspicion within them deepening.

Leading them was none other than the Clan Chief of the Tianxu Di Clan, Di Guixu.

"The power of space-time... there's no mistake! And that resonance from deep within the Bloodline..." An old voice, trembling with disbelief, rang out lowly in the shadows.

"Is it truly... the same origin?"

"They actually all awakened the Space-Time Bloodline?!"

"In our clan, only the Clan Chief and that child Shiyu have awakened the Bloodline, and their Bloodline concentration is far from reaching that level. How did they do it?!"

The slaughter on the battlefield grew increasingly tragic, as blood and fire stained the eternal gray of the Burial God Ancient Domain.

The Di Clan was like a newly forged peerless divine weapon; tempered by Netherworld blood, they were revealing a terrifying sharpness that drew the attention of the entire Eastern Region.

And another remnant lineage of the Di Clan, which had been silent for ten thousand years, also had a corner of its dusty veil lifted due to the stimulation of this sharpness.

The gears of fate quietly accelerated their turning on the bloody battlefield.

Unnoticed by anyone, deep within the churning Netherworld Passage that resembled the maw of a giant beast, amidst the viscous darkness, a massive vertical pupil flowing with filthy blood-light seemed to be coldly and greedily watching the people of the Di Clan through layers of space.

In that gaze, there was an extreme thirst for flesh and Soul, as well as a trace of... an instinctive, indescribable tremor and fear.

The fierce battle that had lasted for several days was like a massive millstone, ruthlessly grinding down everyone's spirit and body.

The Netherworld Creatures seemed endless and inexhaustible. Every tide-like assault was accompanied by ear-piercing shrieks, corrosive venom, and Soul-snatching phosphorescence.

The casualty figures of the Cultivators were shocking, including both hideous and twisted Netherworld monsters and Eastern Region Cultivators who died with their eyes wide open.

Severed limbs and broken arms were mixed in the muddy, filthy blood-sludge, forming a hellish tableau.

The Ten Great Forces discussed and decided to each dispatch a Saint to preside over Zhenyuan City, and the person sent by the Law Enforcement Hall was Saint Chenyao.

The news of ten Saints presiding swept through the entire Burial God Ancient Domain front like a hurricane.

One figure after another, radiating majestic Saintly Might, descended upon Zhenyuan City, either riding rainbow light or tearing through the Void Realm.

Saint Chenyao's figure appeared in the deliberation hall of Zhenyuan City, his expression dark, lost in thought.

From the direction of Longyuan Prefecture, a majestic middle-aged man dressed in dragon-patterned brocade robes arrived; he was the Saint sent by the Long Family—Saint Longxiang.

From Jianzhong Prefecture, an incomparably sharp Sword Intent broke through the clouds. An old man carrying an ancient sword, his aura as deep as an abyss and as heavy as a mountain, arrived treading on a sword. His Sword Qi was restrained, yet it caused the air within a hundred feet to freeze. He was the Sword Tomb Saint, Saint Wufeng.

The Nangong Clan, Profound Purity Dao Sect, Dao Seeking Academy, Dragon Suppression Heavenly Sect, Wutong Lin Clan, Profound Talisman Heaven-Reaching Sect... the Saints representing the top powers of the Eastern Region appeared one by one above Zhenyuan City like stabilizing pillars.

The representative of the Holy Palace was the most mysterious; only a blurry green-robed phantom flashed through the deliberation hall, its aura as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea.

Ten Saints presiding!

This news greatly boosted the spirits of all Cultivators, as if they saw the dawn of victory.

Zhenyuan City truly became the forward fortress and core of power for the Eastern Region's resistance against the Netherworld invasion.

As the war situation temporarily stabilized, the tempering value of the Burial God Ancient Domain, this massive ancient battlefield, attracted the attention of the entire Eastern Region.

Countless young Prodigies, eager to achieve a Breakthrough and make a name for themselves in blood and fire, swarmed from all directions like sharks smelling blood.

On this day, at the eastern gate of Zhenyuan City, two figures arrived together.

The person on the left was dressed in green robes, his figure tall and straight like a pine, with a handsome face. He carried an ancient-style long sword on his back. Though the sword was not unsheathed, a perfectly harmonious Sword Dao Concept naturally flowed around him, as if he were one with heaven and earth.

He was the chief of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, the Saint of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, Ye Qingtian.

The person on the right was dressed in black, his empty right sleeve swaying gently in the wind, with his remaining left hand resting on the hilt of a long sword at his waist.

It was Yu Qingchen.

As soon as the two appeared, their different yet equally powerful Sword Dao auras immediately caught the attention of the Cultivators near the city gate.

"Look! It's the Saint of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, Ye Qingtian! And... that's Yu Qingchen from the Taixu Sword Sect!"

Ye Qingtian seemed oblivious to the surrounding discussions. His gaze swept over the giant city soaked in blood and fire, feeling the tragedy and slaughter permeating the air. He frowned slightly and sighed softly, "Such heavy Evil Qi. I wonder how many heroes will be buried in this battle."

Just then, a calm and steady voice pierced through the noise and clearly reached their ears.

"Brother Ye, Brother Yu, I hope you have been well."

Both of them looked toward the source of the voice at the same time.

Di Qianjie was still dressed in black, carrying the Thousand Tribulations Sword on his back, as if separated from the surrounding noisy and bloody environment by an invisible barrier.

"Brother Di!" A sincere smile appeared on Ye Qingtian's face as he stepped forward quickly.

He could feel that the Sword Intent on Di Qianjie was even purer and more unfathomable, as if it could swallow everything.

"It seems this Burial God Ancient Domain has allowed Brother Di's Sword Dao to take another step forward."

Just as the Di Clan was like a sharp blade on the battlefield, efficiently harvesting the lives of Netherworld Creatures...

Deep within a shattered canyon shrouded in space turbulence and dense Death Qi, far from the main battlefield, several figures lurked silently as if merged with the shadows.

"The ripples of space-time... clear and unmistakable." The voice of the leading young man rang out in the shadows, carrying a hint of uncontrollable excitement and disbelief.

"Brother Yu, could they really be..." A younger voice beside him rang out with shock.

"After the Ancient Great Tribulation, there is actually another branch of the Di Clan Bloodline surviving? And... they seem even more prosperous than us?"

Di Yu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning emotions, and his voice became more solemn:

"This matter is of great importance. Immediately transmit the detailed situation here back to the clan! Let the Clan Chief and the Elders decide! Furthermore, pass down the order: all clansmen active in the Burial God Ancient Domain are to closely monitor the movements of the Godfall Di Clan, but remember, you must never reveal your identity! Before the truth is clear, do not act rashly!"

"Yes!"

Di Yu took another deep look at the Di Clan figures on the distant battlefield, who were as dazzling as the sun, his eyes filled with extreme complexity.

Shock, doubt, excitement, and a trace of... indiscernible worry.

The appearance of the Godfall Di Clan was like a giant stone thrown into a stagnant pond, causing unprecedented waves for the Tianxu Di Clan, a remnant tribe that had been silent for ten thousand years.

And this Netherworld Catastrophe seemed to have become even more mysterious and confusing because of the powerful rise of this Bloodline of the same origin.

Deep within the deliberation hall in the center of Zhenyuan City, protected by layers of Formations.

Saint Chenyao sat on the main seat, his plain white robes spotless.

Below, the representative Saints or Incarnations of the Ten Great Forces were lined up on both sides.