45: Chapter 45 The Strange Phenomenon of the Fall of a Saint Shakes the Eastern Wilderness

Li Xuan spat out a single word.

"Sacrifice."

Cold.

The moment this word fell, the ancient bronze Luck Altar spanning the firmament came to life.

An ancient Vicious Beast in deep slumber opened its eyes.

"Boom!"

On the altar, all the obscure runes flared brightly at the same moment, shooting out blinding divine light.

The light had no color.

It was pure light of decomposition.

A massive beam of light crashed down, engulfing the Ziyang Saint who was nailed in a spread-eagled position at the center of the altar.

"Ahhh! No!"

The Ziyang Saint's shrill scream lasted only half a sound before it was cut off.

Replacing it was a terrifying sound of disintegration.

His Saint body, his indestructible Physical Body, was dissolving within the light.

Skin.

Flesh.

Bones.

Everything was decomposed into the most primitive life essence.

Then came the Origin of the Saint that he had painstakingly cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

That vast energy of Law was forcibly extracted, crushed, and purified by the altar with a savage power.

What terrified him the most was his Divine Soul.

The Saint Soul, which housed all his memories and insights into the Dao, had no room for resistance before the altar.

His life experiences, his insights into the Dao of Fire, and all the Divine Ability and secret techniques he had mastered were brutally read, copied, and torn apart by the power of the altar.

"My Dao! My ten thousand years of hard cultivation! No!"

This was the last thought the Ziyang Saint left in this world, filled with regret.

He regretted stepping into this devilish land of Great Xia.

He regretted even more provoking that Devil King carrying a child.

It was too late.

All traces of his existence were mercilessly wiped away by that terrifying altar.

They were converted into streams of extremely pure Origin energy.

This was a highly efficient form of recycling waste.

In the eyes of everyone outside, the bronze Luck Altar had erupted with heaven-shaking divine light.

And then, there was nothing else.

The light dissipated.

The altar was empty.

The Saint who had dominated the world just moments ago had completely vanished from this world, not even leaving behind a speck of dust.

"Dead?"

"A Saint is just gone like that?"

Inside the Imperial Capital of Great Xia, people who had recovered from the suffocating fear could not process the thought.

That was a living Saint.

How did it feel simpler than killing a chicken?

This was just the beginning.

The moment the Ziyang Saint was devoured by the altar, the heavens and earth of the entire Eastern Wilderness continent changed drastically.

The clear, sunny sky suddenly darkened.

It was not night.

It was a sorrowful gray.

Silence reigned between heaven and earth.

The wind stopped.

The clouds stood still.

All things seemed to have solidified.

A massive grief enveloped the entire Eastern Wilderness.

The Dao was wailing.

The Law was weeping.

Above the head of every living creature on the Eastern Wilderness continent, large blood-colored clouds began to gather out of thin air in the gray firmament.

The blood clouds churned, carrying a heavy sense of sorrow.

"Pitter-patter."

Blood-colored raindrops fell from the sky.

This rain covered the entire Eastern Wilderness.

From the borders of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty to the Imperial Capital of the Immortal Feather Imperial Dynasty.

From the Ten Thousand Demon Snow Mountains in the far north to the One Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southern border.

From the city-states of Mortals to the cave heavens of Cultivators.

At this moment, everything was shrouded in this sudden blood rain.

"Heaven-Crying Blood Rain! The phenomenon of a Saint's fall!"

In the Eastern Wilderness, deep within an immortal Holy Land that had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, a ten-thousand-year iceberg suddenly exploded.

An old monster covered in ice crystals suddenly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp, staring fixedly at the firmament.

"Who is it? Which Fellow Daoist has met their tribulation?"

His voice was weathered, filled with shock.

A Saint is the pinnacle of cultivation and should be immortal and indestructible.

Since the last dark turmoil, a full one hundred thousand years had passed, and no Saint had fallen since.

Today, blood rain fell from the sky.

It represented that a Saint had died and their Dao had dissipated.

This was a heaven-shattering event.

In the Immortal Feather Imperial Dynasty, inside a divine palace floating above the Nine Heavens.

The ruler of the Imperial Dynasty, wearing a dragon robe, stood up from the dragon throne in shock.

He could not care about the scattered memorials.

He stepped out of the divine palace, arrived outside the hall, and reached out to catch a few drops of the cold blood rain.

"Such pure Saint Origin! Such thick, deathly stillness!"

His expression was grave.

"Go investigate! At all costs, use the 'Heavenly Secret Disk' to deduce the identity and location of the fallen Saint!"

The same scene was happening in every corner of the Eastern Wilderness.

Yaochi Holy Land.

Taichu Divine Sect.

Ancient families.

The heads of countless top powers, those Old Ancestors in closed-door cultivation, were all alarmed by this phenomenon.

The entire Eastern Wilderness was completely shaken.

Countless Divine Thoughts intertwined in the Void Realm, and countless Heavenly Secret treasures were activated with full force.

But they soon discovered with horror that the Heavenly Secret was in Chaos.

They could only deduce that the place where the Saint fell was located in the east, an emerging Dynasty.

When they tried to lock onto the specific location, they only saw a fog wrapped in endless Chaos.

Any prying Divine Thought or Heavenly Secret deduction would be shredded by a domineering power.

"How is this possible! The Heavenly Secret has been obscured?"

"What kind of place is that? It can actually cause a Saint to bleed to death and isolate all investigation?"

"Could it be that an ancient Forbidden Ground has awakened?"

For a time, all the top powers were on edge.

"East."

"Emerging Dynasty."

These two terms became a taboo, a code name that made all the old monsters palpitate.

No one dared to act rashly.

A place where a Saint could fall silently—who would dare to provoke it?

What if there was more than one terrifying existence inside?

Just as the entire Eastern Wilderness was whipped into a monstrous frenzy, the Imperial Capital of Great Xia at the center of the storm was peaceful.

When the Heaven-Crying Blood Rain approached the borders of Great Xia, it encountered an invisible barrier and was completely evaporated by a gentle force.

It turned into the purest Origin Qi of heaven and earth, feeding back into this land.

Above the Imperial Capital, the Luck Altar retracted its light and slowly faded into the Void Realm.

Replacing it was a heaven-shaking stroke of fortune.

The Saint Origin energy, purified by the altar, poured like a bursting river into the body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune above the imperial palace, without the slightest waste.

"Roar!"

The Golden Dragon of Fortune looked up and roared, filled with joy and majesty.

Its massive Dragon body of one hundred thousand zhang expanded crazily again.

One hundred and ten thousand zhang!

One hundred and thirty thousand zhang!

One hundred and fifty thousand zhang!

Its body became increasingly solid, and natural Dao patterns emerged on its golden Dragon scales.

Within its Dragon eyes, its spirituality greatly increased, as if it were a truly living being.

Under the feedback of this massive National Fortune, the entire territory of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Above the land, the concentration of Spiritual Qi climbed step by step, and countless spiritual flowers and exotic herbs broke through the soil.

Deep underground in some ordinary mountain ranges, small Spirit Stone mines even began to be born.

Countless Great Xia citizens, nourished by this National Fortune, felt refreshed and cured of all illnesses.

Some elderly people who were bedridden directly rolled off their beds and walked briskly.

And for those Martial Artists and Cultivators, the Bottlenecks in their bodies began to loosen, and many people directly achieved a Breakthrough on the spot.

The entire Great Xia Divine Dynasty was advancing toward a higher level at an astonishing speed.

Above the Void Realm, Li Xuan stood quietly in the air, feeling all of this.

His aura was also rising with the promotion of the Divine Dynasty.

He was the Human Emperor, one with the National Fortune.

The stronger the National Fortune, the stronger he became.

At this moment, a series of System notification sounds exploded in his mind.

[Ding! Successfully sacrificed a "Saint Realm" powerhouse! You have obtained a massive amount of Luck power!]

[Ding! The Great Xia Divine Dynasty's National Fortune has skyrocketed, meeting the promotion conditions!]

[Congratulations! The Great Xia Divine Dynasty has successfully promoted to a "Top-tier King-level Divine Dynasty"!]

[Ding! Detected Divine Dynasty promotion, rewarding the host with cultivation empowerment! Congratulations to the host for raising your cultivation to the "Peak of Human Emperor Realm"!]

[Ding! Because of the successful sacrifice of a high-level living being, the "Luck Altar" function has been upgraded! The sacrifice range has expanded, unlocking "Treasure Sacrifice," "Luck Sacrifice," and more options!]

Boom!

The last notification sound fell.

A pure energy, even more vast than the previous feedback of National Fortune, was born from nothingness and poured into Li Xuan's body.

He felt his whole body filled with unprecedented power.

His understanding of the Dao of the Human Emperor instantly reached a brand-new height.

At the level of the Human Emperor Realm, he had reached the end.

The next step was to transcend the category of a Dynasty and step into the realm of a Venerable.

Li Xuan opened his eyes, feeling the surging power within his body, and smiled.

The harvest this time was truly too great.

He had solved a major threat and also allowed the Divine Dynasty and his own strength to make a leap forward.

Killing a Saint was equivalent to saving himself a hundred years of hard cultivation.

This deal was a huge profit.

"It's just a pity about that Emperor Weapon."

A thought popped into Li Xuan's mind.

The tail swipe of the Golden Dragon of Fortune just now was satisfying, but it had also knocked the "ziyang divine tower" away.

Although it was useless for now, it was still a Great Emperor weapon; it would be good to leave it for the children to play with as a toy.

Li Xuan shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

But the moment this thought arose.

His Divine Thought at the Peak of the Human Emperor Realm instantly covered the entire Great Xia and was still expanding rapidly outward.

He "saw" it.

On a barren mountain tens of thousands of miles away from the Imperial Capital, a purple tower was slanted and stuck into a mountain Peak.

The tower's light was dim, and a clear dragon tail mark remained on the tower body, its spirituality greatly lost.

"Yo, it didn't fly out of the national borders; then it's fine."

Li Xuan smiled.

Now, within the territory of Great Xia, he was an omnipotent god.

He raised his hand and gently grabbed at the barren mountain tens of thousands of miles away across the air.

"Get back here for this Emperor."

That incomparably heavy Emperor Weapon, the ziyang divine tower, which even a Saint found difficult to activate, suddenly trembled and let out a hum.

It automatically rose from the mountain Peak, turned into a purple stream of light, cut through the long sky, and ignored the spatial distance.

One breath later, the stream of light appeared above the Imperial Capital and rapidly shrank.

Finally, it turned into an exquisite little tower the size of a palm, quietly floating in Li Xuan's palm.

Li Xuan held this Emperor Weapon, as if holding an ordinary model, and examined it for a moment.

"The workmanship is okay, the material is not bad, it's just that the artifact spirit seems to have been knocked unconscious by that tail swipe."

He flicked his finger and tapped gently on the tower body.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound made countless people below feel a tightness in their hearts.

That was an Emperor Weapon.

You're just flicking it to play with?

Li Xuan played with it for a while, felt a bit bored, and casually put it into the System space.

Ziyang Holy Land, Saint fallen, Emperor Weapon confiscated.