202: Chapter 202 The Current Situation in the West, Haotian Becomes a Saint

Just as Human Emperor Xuanyuan had said, the Luck of the West did not decrease but instead increased.

And it continued to grow.

At this moment, Mount Sumeru, the center of the West, was still undergoing its campaign to increase Luck.

Mist churned within the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond, and profound Sanskrit chants billowed layer upon layer, filling the entire pond.

The Two Sages of the West, Jieyin and Zhunti, stood in the Void Realm, golden light flowing around their bodies. They were constantly drawing the power of the Heavenly Dao into themselves, repairing the damage to their Saint bodies left behind by the previous battle between the four Saints.

The Restriction within the pond wove into a net, tightly imprisoning the living beings snatched from the South. No matter how much they struggled, their Dao bodies could not move an inch.

The lingering Sanskrit chants echoed repeatedly, the words turning into invisible shackles, repeatedly branding the same sentence into the Primordial Spirit of the living beings:

"You are a Westerner!"

"You are a Westerner!"

"You are a Westerner!"

The Sanskrit chants were like demonic sounds ringing in their ears, constantly eroding the spiritual platforms of the captured beings.

At first, many of the beings had bloodshot eyes, hatred surging in their chests, gritting their teeth to resist the erosion of the Dao sounds.

They came from various tribes in the South; their homelands had been invaded and their friends and families scattered. They hated the actions of The Two Saints to their bones, and for a time, their Primordial Spirit and will were able to hold firm to their original intentions.

But the Sanskrit chants were endless, carrying the Luck of the Western Sect to constantly wash over their Primordial Spirits. Eventually, their lines of mental defense collapsed one after another.

A delicate-looking woman was the first to lose focus; the resentment in her eyes slowly faded, and the Restriction around her body dissipated in response.

She stood up blankly, ignoring the heart-wrenching cries of her companions behind her:

"Xiaomei, don't go!"

Her steps were steady, and she walked out of the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond without looking back, as if she had not heard a single sound.

Immediately after, another burly man was completely converted by the Dao rhythm; his angry gaze became dull. A member of his clan reached out to pull him, shouting urgently:

"Brother, come back quickly, you are a Southern being!"

The burly man turned a blind eye, walking straight toward the Western Sect Disciples guarding outside the pond, and took the Dao text representing his status as a Western Sect Disciple.

The remaining beings in the pond watched as their former friends and family members became Disciples of the enemy sect. Their hearts felt as if they were pierced by sharp blades, and sounds of sorrow rose one after another.

"Little sister, don't go..."

"Brother... Brother..."

Amidst the wailing, another batch of beings could not withstand the dual conversion of Luck and Sanskrit chants, and one after another, their Restrictions were lifted, and they walked out of the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond in a daze.

At this time and place, there were very few people left in the pond holding on.

Above the Void Realm, Zhunti slowly opened his eyes. His green gaze looked toward the East, toward Kunlun Mountain, his eyes revealing coldness, his tone full of unwillingness and resentment:

"This time, I used the conversion method augmented by the Luck of the Western Sect to eternally brand the mark of the West deep within their Primordial Spirits. I want to see who else can wake them up!"

After Yuanshi Tianzun previously took action to purify the Disciples, the two had learned their lesson. They abandoned ordinary Divine Ability conversion and switched to using the Saint Sect's Luck to penetrate deep into the Primordial Spirits, cutting off any possibility of these beings waking up.

Jieyin, who was beside him, also slowly opened his eyes. The light around his body dimmed a little, and sorrow lingered between his brows as he sighed:

"The number of Disciples under our sect has increased, and our Luck has also increased a little, but... but the foundation of this new batch of converted Disciples is far inferior to the Cultivators of the past. In the future, the resources for Cultivate in the West will likely be stretched thin."

As his voice fell, a long sigh echoed over the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond. Upon hearing this, Zhunti's face instantly turned sorrowful, and he put his hands together and shook his head repeatedly:

"Alas, our West is suffering!"

The Sanskrit chants still filled the sky, and the last few Southern beings in the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond also gradually lost their original spiritual intelligence under the erosion of the West's Luck.

The West had returned to its former prosperity. However, only The Two Saints themselves knew that beneath the prosperity, the countless natural treasures and Opportunities born in the West were barely enough to maintain a balance of payments.

...

On the very same day that the West restored its Luck!

In the Chaos Sea, at Zixiao Palace.

The Dao rhythm of Hunyuan permeated the air.

Natural phenomena appeared, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

Haotian officially attained the Dao of Hunyuan and became a Heavenly Dao Saint!

In the center of the Small World, Haotian felt his Hunyuan Dao fruit and stood up from his meditation cushion in excitement.

"Hahahaha!!"

"This seat has finally, finally attained the Dao of Hunyuan!!"

After releasing his excitement, he restrained his ecstatic expression, raised his hand to adjust his crown and robes, and his demeanor returned to its usual dignified appearance.

He stepped forward quickly, bowed deeply to Hongjun, who was sitting on the meditation cushion, and said in an extremely respectful tone:

"Haotian kowtows to thank Master for your fulfillment! If not for Master's guidance and help along the way, Haotian would never have had the day to attain the Dao."

At this moment, his respect for Hongjun had reached its peak. It was basically blind admiration, a die-hard fan.

Whatever Master said was right! Even if Master was wrong, if you pointed it out, that would be your fault.

Hongjun's gaze was peaceful as he looked at Haotian, who had already achieved Hunyuan but still behaved like a boy. A trace of approval flashed in his eyes, and he spoke slowly:

"Not bad, Hunyuan has been achieved, you have not failed to live up to the painstaking efforts of Master."

His voice paused, and he held out his palm:

"Bring your haotian sword here. After attaining the Dao of Hunyuan, ordinary top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure are no longer worthy of your Realm."

Haotian's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this. Although he did not understand why the Dao Ancestor suddenly asked for an ordinary top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, he did not hesitate at all.

Turning his wrist, the haotian sword flew into the air and landed steadily in Hongjun's palm. In his heart, Master would never plot against him; he only needed to follow Master's arrangements.

Hongjun lightly brushed the blade with his fingertips, and the sword body hummed incessantly. He said to Haotian in a deep voice:

"As the sword of the Heavenly Emperor, the power of this sword is acceptable."

"Master will use the power of the Qiankun Cauldron to draw the Origin of the Heavenly Dao and infuse it into it, transforming it into an Innate Supreme Treasure."

"When the Artifact Refining is successful, Master will naturally send you a message. You should first return to the Primordial World and take charge of the order of the Heavenly Dao."

Haotian was both surprised and happy upon hearing this, and he bowed again:

"Haotian will respectfully obey the decree! Waiting for Master's good news."

An Innate Supreme Treasure!!

So Master was going to reshape the haotian sword into an Innate Supreme Treasure!!

How precious an Innate Supreme Treasure was; there were very few of them across the entire Primordial World. Master was actually willing to use the Origin of the Heavenly Dao to re-refine a Spirit Treasure for him.

By this point, Hongjun had spent two supreme treasures for Haotian to become a Saint. This favor made his respect in his heart increase manifold.

Hongjun raised his hand slightly, signaling him to get up and leave. After receiving the instruction, Haotian turned and stepped out of Zixiao Palace.

With the power of Hunyuan, he tore through the Chaos barrier and fled straight toward the Primordial World.

Zixiao Palace returned to nothingness.

Hongjun held the haotian sword, his gaze falling on the vast Chaos outside the hall, and he murmured to himself:

"The Calamity is coming. A Hunyuan Saint holding an Innate Supreme Treasure should be able to suppress the other Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao..."

After speaking, he waved his sleeve, and the ancient and heavy Qiankun Cauldron appeared from the Void Realm, the Hunyuan Dao patterns that had existed for eternity flowing on the body of the cauldron.

The haotian sword was thrown into the cauldron, and the lid closed with a bang.

Then, in Zixiao Palace, endless power of the Heavenly Dao was also drawn by Hongjun, flowing into the Qiankun Cauldron along the Dao patterns.