122: Chapter 122: Ten Great Saints! Reinforcements from Jiuchong Mountain

Around the Supreme Beginning Holy Land, countless forces of all sizes gathered, and as a great battle was about to erupt, everyone immediately retreated several thousand meters, observing the movements in the field with their Divine Sense.

Excitement filled everyone's eyes; such a grand battle was rare. Both sides were hegemonic forces in Barren State, and no matter which side won, it would cause a huge uproar.

Only some elderly Cultivators had eyes full of worry. The current Barren State was plagued by internal and external troubles. With the arrival of the Golden Age, other Great States saw their Prodigies vying for supremacy and resources, with their overall strength rising linearly.

Only Barren State, not only failed to gain the Heavenly Dao's recognition, becoming a laughingstock of the Zhou Tian Continent, but also engaged in internal warfare. If this continued, perhaps one of the Nine States of the world might be lost in the future.

Thinking of this, some old men's aged faces were filled with loss, and they sighed inwardly, "Alas, when will our Barren State give birth to a peerless Prodigy who can lead the masses?"

A thousand meters away in the high sky, Yao Guang Saintess Meng Ling looked at Yao Xin, the Holy Lord beside her, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Revered Master, the Supreme Beginning Holy Land and we both belong to the Southern Barrens. Are we really just going to watch?"

Yao Xin's beautiful eyes glanced at her disciple and she shook her head, "Meng Ling, my Yao Guang Holy Land has always remained neutral. Who wins or loses has nothing to do with us."

"Moreover…"

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed slightly. "You only see the four major forces. Behind them, there is a powerful hand controlling them."

Meng Ling's pretty face was startled. "To make Saints willingly become pawns, are you saying that behind them is…"

Yao Xin nodded, her expression solemn. "Indeed. This involves existences of that level, even the main sect in Divine State must treat it with caution. A branch sect like ours dares not intervene without orders."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Meng Ling's eyes. She understood her Revered Master's meaning; it wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they were powerless, as the implications were too great.

Yao Xin noticed the hint of unbearable sorrow on her face and smiled bitterly in her heart. Ever since the Ancient Secret Realm closed, her Saintess had been particularly concerned about news from the Supreme Beginning Holy Land.

Now, she even sympathized with them. "Hehe, they are young after all."

Sighing inwardly, she continued, "The Supreme Beginning Holy Land is not so easy to deal with. None of the ancient super forces that have inherited their Legacy to this day are simple."

"With just the few of them, if they don't have other means, they can't shake the Holy Land."

Hearing her Revered Master say this, the worry in Meng Ling's eyes faded a bit. She suddenly recalled that invincible figure in her mind and murmured, "Jiang Xuan, it's been six years, have you really fallen?"

On the other side, Lin Wuyuan looked indifferently at the people from the four major forces before him. "Jian Changsheng, you're really regressing with age. Are you truly so fond of being a traitor to the Southern Barrens?"

Hearing Lin Wuyuan's words, Jian Changsheng's lips curled into a strange smile. "Southern Barrens? Hehe, who told you I'm from the Southern Barrens?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wuyuan snorted coldly. "So it is. Call out the person behind you, otherwise, with just a few of you, do you have the audacity to touch my Supreme Beginning Holy Land?"

"Hmph! Lin Wuyuan, stop being so arrogant. Do you think the Holy Land is still the same Holy Land it once was? Now that we possess an Emperor Weapon, killing you is as easy as turning over a hand!"

Cang Ting's expression was furious. He remembered his son's tragic death, and the long-suppressed rage could no longer be contained. He shouted loudly at Lin Wuyuan.

Seeing Cang Ting's enraged expression, Lin Wuyuan burst into laughter. "Hahaha, a few clowns wielding an incomplete Emperor Weapon dare to flaunt their power in my Holy Land. Who gave you the guts!"

"You're presumptuous!"

Seeing the other party insult his Emperor Weapon so, Jian Changsheng was furious. "Lin Wuyuan, let me show you how the incomplete Emperor Weapon you speak of will flatten your Holy Land!"

After speaking, Jian Changsheng once again raised the Emperor Sword in his hand and shouted, "Cang Ting, assist me!"

"Swish!"

As soon as his voice fell, Cang Ting instantly appeared behind him, channeling his Saint power into the Emperor Sword. The power of the two great Saints made the Emperor's might emanating from the sword even stronger than before.

"Go to hell!"

Veins bulged on their foreheads, as if they were lifting a huge mountain, and they exerted all their strength to slash forward. A gigantic black sword light appeared, and the terrifying Emperor Dao power split the space in two.

Lin Wuyuan's gaze was indifferent. With a thought, a gray great bell covered with transparent runes appeared in the Void Realm. The Emperor Dao power contained within it was even more terrifying than Jian Changsheng's incomplete Emperor Sword.

"This is an Emperor Weapon!"

"And it's a complete Emperor Weapon!"

The onlookers several thousand meters away exclaimed in surprise, not expecting the Supreme Beginning Holy Land to also possess an Emperor Weapon. As expected of a Holy Land with a long Legacy, its foundation surpassed ordinary people's imagination.

In the Void Realm, Yao Xin's expression sharpened. "Judging by its appearance, this is the Supreme Beginning Holy Land's Profound Yellow Bell. I didn't expect it to still exist today."

Lin Wuyuan was seen controlling the Profound Yellow Bell, enveloping everyone within it, as the black sword light struck the bell body.

"Clang."

A bell chime rang out, shaking the hearts of Cang Ting and the others, making them prostrate themselves once more.

The two Emperor's might collided, and the aftershock instantly leveled the surroundings.

Jian Changsheng's expression was grim. "Lord was right, the Supreme Beginning Holy Land still has its foundations."

Thinking of this, he glanced in Lin Wuyuan's direction and, seeing his face slightly pale, immediately sneered, "Lin Wuyuan, with a complete Emperor Weapon, how many times can you activate it with your Saint cultivation?"

Lin Wuyuan's expression was icy. "You can try. At least killing you is no problem at all."

"Is that so."

Jian Changsheng's smile was eerie. He suddenly said faintly to the Void Realm, "Gentlemen, I'll have to trouble you to make a move."

"Tear!"

As Jian Changsheng finished speaking, a crack appeared in the space within the Void Realm. Several figures walked out from it, their eyes indifferent. All of them were shirtless, with a dark long sword tattooed on their backs, mysterious and unfathomable. The aura they exuded was much stronger than that of a Saint.

Seeing the appearance of the ten newly emerged individuals, Lin Wuyuan, the ten core Elders, and some old Holy Land members all changed their expressions dramatically!

Especially Wu Tian, he trembled incessantly, his eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred.

"So it's him. Three thousand years, and he still hasn't given up on destroying the Holy Land!"

Lin Wuyuan and the others' eyes held painful memories, followed by towering rage. Ten Great Saints, this was an attempt to utterly annihilate their Holy Land.

On the other side, Cang Ting and the others looked at the ten figures that appeared, their eyes filled with fear, and they bowed respectfully to them.

The ten figures didn't even glance at them, their expressions utterly cold. They then looked at the Supreme Beginning Holy LandA group of people (group of people), thinking, 'Are these the people the Revered Master arranged to be annihilated?'

There was no disdain in their eyes, only indifference towards Lin Wuyuan and the others. In their minds, these people were already all dead.

Without any extra words, the ten Great Saints unleashed their aura. The terrifying pressure caused the surrounding people to retreat several thousand meters once more!

Lin Wuyuan held the Emperor Weapon, trying his best to resist, but the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. Although he had an Emperor Weapon, his cultivation was limited, preventing him from unleashing its full power. The immense pressure threatened to bend his and all the Holy Land members' spines!

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Supreme Beginning Holy Land!"

Just then, an aged voice rang out, and three figures, also imbued with Great Saint pressure, appeared before the Holy Land members.

The ten figures' expressions were as calm as an ancient well. "Only three of them?"

"Then what about us!"

Another voice came from afar, and Yun Ya and two Great Saint Elders appeared in the Void Realm.

Yun Ya grinned at Lin Wuyuan, "Hehe, Brother Lin, you're not being honest. Didn't you say I could always come to you if you had trouble? How about it, I'm not too late, am I?"

Lin Wuyuan looked at Yun Ya, who was usually unreliable but had come to help at the risk of his life, and remained silent for a long time.