506: The Three Corpses of Saints

It was as if he was appreciating the last struggle of a trapped beast, or perhaps, out of absolute confidence, granting the prey a negligible 'mercy'.

Xiao Zhuo's heart grew even more urgent, and his sense of crisis soared to its peak.

Spirit Scripts danced and swirled, emitting the resounding tones of the Great Dao. Finally, a dazzling silver orb of light, within which countless space-times seemed to be born and perish, even giving rise to wisps of Chaos Immortal Mist, fully took shape!

Buzz!

As Xiao Zhuo completed the last profound and complex hand seal, the orb of light, as if finding its destination, instantly merged into his Dantian in his abdomen.

Rumble—!!!

An overwhelming pressure, far surpassing anything before, as vast as a sea of stars and as grand as the birth of the Universe, swept out at this moment without reservation, covering everything!

Thud!

Below, even the powerful Great Spirit Shaman was struck by this sudden terrifying pressure, her Qi and blood churning, her protective spirit light instantly shattered, and her body uncontrollably plummeted downwards!

But she couldn't even bother to steady herself.

She only saw her eyes wide open, staring fixedly, disbelievingly, at the three figures radiating glorious Saintly might in the sky, her body trembling violently from extreme excitement.

"Saint God... It's the aura of the Saint God! The Saint God truly hasn't completely perished! Hahaha! It succeeded! I created the Child of Prophecy! I ushered in the return of the Saint God!"

Ignoring her rapid descent, she suddenly raised her arm, and with all her strength, let out an extremely fervent shout towards the high heavens, tears mixed with wild joy gushing forth!

"Saint God eternal, reigning over the Universe!"

Below, countless beings of the Spirit Realm, who had long been prostrated on the ground, unable to move, by the successive bursts of Saintly might and Xiao Zhuo's ultimate pressure, heard this shout filled with endless fervor and faith. They couldn't help but glance out of the corner of their eyes, with fear and a glimmer of distant hope, towards the four figures confronting each other like gods and demons in the sky.

Xiao Zhuo remained silent, his expression as cold as ice.

He had already condensed the final, flawless Space-Time Immortal Root.

However, he lacked a origin supreme treasure to serve as its core.

At this moment, his cultivation was forcibly stuck at the critical point of the Great Luo limit, separated from the Quasi-Saint Realm by an unbridgeable chasm.

Aside from his initial surprise at the pure Saintly might carried by the three, he had now completely regained his composure.

His keen Divine Sense made him understand that these three—one human, one spirit, and one skeleton—although all exuded the same Saintly Dao aura as the Saint who opened the Nirvana Realm, none of them were the Saint himself.

That Saint had long since perished in the distant past, fallen under the combined siege of the Saints.

His saint position was shattered, his Great Dao fragmented, and even his most core Saint Dao Fruit was reverted to its original form, transforming back into independent entities—the Good Corpse, the Evil Corpse, and the Self Corpse!

These three before him were all Quasi-Saints, and all stood at the pinnacle of Quasi-Sainthood, beings who were once Saints and possessed partial Saintly might, terrifying existences!

And their combined presence here, without a doubt, could not merely be to observe him, the "Child of Prophecy."

"You... all came, indeed." The young man in green robes spoke first, a gentle, spring-like smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over the other two, his tone as relaxed as if at a gathering of old friends.

The red-haired brawny man snorted upon hearing this, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder, carrying scorching heat waves: "Qing Lian! The Spirit Realm's trump card was left by me! This child rightfully belongs to me!"

The young man in green robes—the Self Corpse, Qing Lian—shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned, but the ethereal and unpredictable aura around him, resonating with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, was firmly locked onto the other two, without the slightest slack: "Red Heaven, don't speak too soon. The Main Body has perished, but you and I are one entity. What difference does it make who laid the trump card? A body capable of bearing three thousand Spirit Scripts and achieving perfect Awakening concerns our ultimate transcendence, replacing the Main Body, and advancing further... This is not just your matter alone."

The pale white flames in the eyes of the dark golden skeleton—the Good Corpse, Golden Source—burned steadily. A deep, resonant voice, with a metallic friction-like texture, slowly emerged, carrying an inherent power of convincing fairness: "Red Heaven, no need for further words. Qing Lian is right; this child is of great importance, not something you alone can decide. Whether one obtains him depends on one's own capabilities."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired Evil Corpse, Red Heaven, a flash of anger crossed his ferocious face, and flames surged around him. However, he seemed extremely wary of the other two, and in the end, merely snorted heavily, saying no more.

They were all severed from the Main Body, coexisting for endless years, knowing each other intimately, and well aware that a battle of words was utterly useless.

"Junior!" The Self Corpse, Qing Lian, turned his gaze to Xiao Zhuo, his eyes narrowing, and his smile became somewhat profound. "Leading you external powerhouses into this realm was always to leverage the immense Luck gathered on you all, to cultivate a perfect vessel capable of bearing the Main Body's Legacy."

"Your appearance now proves that our plans were not in vain. You are very good, excellent." His tone carried a hint of appreciation, yet it sounded more like a butcher addressing fattened livestock. "However, in consideration of your hard work, we offer you a chance—voluntarily relinquish this wisp of Split Soul consciousness and dedicate this perfect body to us. If you do, I will allow your Main Body to depart safely. How about it?"

Red Heaven and Golden Source did not object, their cold gazes focused on Xiao Zhuo.

Clearly, this was something they all agreed upon.

If they could make Xiao Zhuo voluntarily give up resistance and surrender the body they yearned for without bloodshed, avoiding any potential accidents during the final struggle, it would undoubtedly be the best outcome.

As for letting an external Quasi-Saint Main Body go, compared to the hope of transcendence, it was irrelevant.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuo's eyes suddenly became incomparably cold and mocking. He looked at the three with an expression as if looking down at three chattering woodworms, filled with undisguised contempt:

"Three lingering lone souls, barely clinging to life, dare to negotiate with me? You dream beautifully!"

The unchanging faint smile on Qing Lian's face instantly froze, completely sinking, and a hint of unbelievable sternness flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that this outsider, clearly in a desperate situation, with a cultivation level merely at Great Luo, facing three existences comparable to top-tier Quasi-Saints and possessing partial Saintly might, would dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous!

Red Heaven, upon hearing this, laughed in extreme anger, his killing intent sweeping out like a tangible force, scorching the surrounding space with sizzling sounds: "Arrogant ant! It seems we'll have to act ourselves, capture you, then extract your soul and refine your spirit, and seize your body!"

Before his words even finished!

Boom!

The space behind Xiao Zhuo rippled silently like water, and Red Heaven's crude and violent figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost!

A thick, strong hand, entwined with endless destructive flames, as if capable of crushing stars, carrying terrifying destructive power, directly plunged into Xiao Zhuo's back—

Pfft!

The hand, like a sharp blade, pierced through his body, emerging from Xiao Zhuo's chest!