121: The six-armed man escaped, and chaos ensued.

In the Void, black demonic clouds covered everything.

Sword Fiend King stood atop the mountain, opening his mouth to inhale Demonic Qi; his flesh rapidly disintegrated, revealing a golden skeleton.

However, as the Demonic Qi was absorbed, flesh slowly began to grow on the once-empty skeleton.

After a cup of tea, as the last wisp of Demonic Qi was absorbed, the demonic clouds dissipated, revealing a figure covered in Sword Qi and exuding the aura of a Saint.

"Congratulations on breaking through to the Saint Realm, Your Excellency. This old woman, Granny Hu Da, wishes to discuss a collaboration with you."

A Palace Attire Beauty appeared abruptly; fox tails swayed behind her, and demonic shadows raged; she was actually a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

"A second heaven Demon Saint?" Sword Fiend Saint sensed the fox demon's aura and his pupils constricted, his Sword Qi condensing, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Newly ascended Saints are all at the first heaven."

"In just a few short days, how could anyone have taken a step ahead and entered the second heaven?"

At the same time, three Saint-level auras emerged, appearing behind Granny Hu Da.

A white-haired old man carrying a sea turtle shell on his back.

A blade-user shrouded in a black cloak.

A Sinful Dragon with horns and an ominous aura.

All three exuded the aura of a Saint.

The moment they appeared, they surrounded Sword Fiend Saint in a triangular formation, ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.

Seeing Sword Fiend Saint intimidated, Granny Hu Da spoke: "Your Excellency, born from the Saint Remains of Sword Saint Dugu, you should be aware of the existence of the Sacred Spirit Palace."

"So, you are actually targeting the Origin of the Human Realm." Sword Fiend Saint frowned.

"Indeed. For us beings of the Human Realm, cultivation is arduous; the third heaven is the limit. But looking across the entire Human Realm, how many can reach it? Are you willing to waste your second life?"

Seeing Sword Fiend Saint fall silent, Granny Hu Da continued: "There is an Opportunity right now. Saints from the White Bone Realm have infiltrated. We only need to cooperate with them to breach the Sacred Spirit Palace, and then we can divide the Origin, easily breaking through to the third heaven.

At that point, defecting to the White Bone Realm and cultivating to the fifth heaven or Sixth Heaven will not be difficult."

"Back then, Sword Saint Dugu had once breached the Sacred Spirit Palace; if you could just reveal a thing or two of its secrets to us..."

Sword Fiend Saint's gaze drifted, sweeping over the three Saints, finally settling on Granny Hu Da. He sighed: "Does this Saint have any other choice?"

Seeing this, Granny Hu Da smiled: "In the future, Your Excellency will certainly not regret today's decision."

Wuyuan City. Nine-Layer Purgatory.

Crack—

The profound iron chain shattered. The Six-Armed Heavenly Corpse Saint, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up, twisted his neck, and a series of popping sounds erupted from his body.

"I hope Lord Six-Armed will not go back on your word." Lone Eagle's voice trembled; he had ultimately chosen this path.

He tossed a white porcelain bottle, which flew out, reeking of a thick, bloody scent.

"Rest assured. This Saint is a Sixth Heaven Bone Saint; looking across the entire White Bone Realm, I am a lord who dominates a region, ranking among the top twenty.

Helping you defect to the White Bone Realm and Breakthrough your Realm is merely a trivial matter."

Six-Armed Heavenly Corpse Saint drank the essence blood in the bottle in one gulp, his shriveled body becoming slightly more filled out. He licked his lips, desire appearing in his eyes: "After being imprisoned for thousands of years, this Saint's strength has suffered significant losses; this bit of essence blood is not enough.

Although the Twelve Saint Witches who suppressed me have passed away, their tribes have given birth to many Saint Witches. Let us use their essence blood as a tonic for this Saint's recovery."

In the following days, Saint Witches in Wuyuan City disappeared one after another, causing a massive uproar and leaving everyone in fear.

In a mountain Immortal Cave, three streaks of light flew in.

"Congratulations to Brother Qian and Elder Li for breaking through to Martial Saint; the Great Dao is now within reach." Li Jiangchen's gaze swept across the Immortal Cave, seeing only five members of the Four Seas Alliance.

Besides the two Martial Saints, there was an old acquaintance, Zhao Wuji. Their auras were impressive, all reaching the Sub-Saint level.

Especially Zhao Wuji, whose aura was heavy and accumulation deep, not at all inferior to Qian Ping before he entered the Realm Heart.

'Unexpectedly, This Li Zhonghai has also broken through to the Saint Realm.' Li Jiangchen looked at the bald, kind-eyed old man. In his memory, among the four Sub-Saints of the Four Seas Alliance, this person's aura was considered the bottom.

However, the Realm Heart emphasizes Opportunity, so a Breakthrough is not entirely unexpected.

Hearing this, Qian Ping complimented: "I cannot compare to Brother Li, who has achieved Sainthood through Body Refining, becoming the second person in Human Race history.

In time, if your True Qi cultivation also breaks through to the Saint Realm, who among the same rank could be your match?"

"This Li only has some minor cultivation; I am still far from that."

After some pleasantries, everyone exchanged their resources and intelligence, gaining a little something.

Suddenly, Qian Ping said: "This Realm Heart is a bit strange. The number of newly broken-through Saints is too high, as if every clan has suddenly thrown in their trump card Geniuses.

In these past few days, Wuyuan City has also experienced significant turmoil, with three Saint Witches being drained of their essence blood in succession, causing the whole city to be on high alert."

Li Jiangchen and the others exchanged glances, and after some hesitation, they revealed the matter regarding the Saint Child of the Yan Clan.

"This matter actually has the White Bone Realm intervening in secret. No wonder..." Qian Ping said with a look of shock: "The White Bone Realm is our Human Realm's great enemy.

Now, many races are secretly defecting to them. It seems they intend to breach the Sacred Spirit Palace, devour the Origin, and then partition the entire Human Realm."

"Sacred Spirit Palace?" Li Jiangchen noticed keenly.

"Indeed. This is where the will of the Origin condenses. In fact, most Saints in the Human Realm who can cultivate to the third heaven have undergone training assessments at the Sacred Spirit Palace and gained significant benefits.

For instance, my master, Ancestor Guihai, obtained a Core of Huanhai from the Sacred Spirit Palace many years ago, and after many years of hard cultivation, only then reached the limit of this Realm.

Once the Sacred Spirit Palace is breached by alien races, our Human Realm will lose the suppression of the Origin. When alien races enter, their strength will no longer be suppressed, and any random fifth heaven Bone Saint guarding the portal entrance could sweep across the entire Human Realm."

"I see." Li Jiangchen nodded inwardly.

Such secrets, it seems, are only known to Saints who have reached the limit of this Realm.

Although the Martial Temple has produced twelve Martial Saints, its foundation is ultimately a bit shallow.

Suddenly, everyone frowned and looked sharply toward the direction of Wuyuan City, where a pillar of blood-red light shot into the sky, exuding a terrifying aura.

"A third heaven Saint!"

"Could it be that Grand Elder!"

"No, this aura... it is the White Bone Realm."

At this moment. A corner of Wuyuan City.

Puchi! A ghastly white claw pierced through Elder Feilong's chest, the bone spurs inserted into his body churned, instantly draining his essence blood and turning him into a dried corpse.

Boom—

The door burst open, revealing a towering figure.

"It really is you!"

Grand Elder Flame Gold looked at the six-armed monster before him, his face extremely ugly.

Back then, although he did not participate in the siege, from the fragments passed down in ancient books, he knew the power of the Six-Armed Heavenly Corpse Saint before him.

"Lone Eagle, you dared to release this fiend in secret; your crime deserves death!" a second heaven Elder shouted sharply.

Hearing this, a trace of sorrow appeared on Lone Eagle's face: "Youying, you are only a thousand years old, but I have already lived for over six thousand years.

With my clan's totem, it is not enough to ascend to the third heaven, and my remaining Lifespan is very little.

But I often wonder, why should I be content to live in the small Realm Heart and die of old age here?

From Lord Six-Armed, I have seen a more vast Endless Starry Sky, the three thousand worlds; that is what I, Lone Eagle, crave."

At this point, Lone Eagle appeared crazed, his whole body exuding an ominous aura. Strips of ghastly white bone spurs erupted from his body, and in an instant, he transformed into a ghastly white bone demon form. His aura surged rapidly, infinitely approaching the third heaven.

"Let you all become the nourishment for me to fully become a member of the Bone Race."