275: Chapter 275 The Three Elders of the Holy Land, the Supreme One Lowers His Gaze

Resources were scarce, various treasures were few, and even immortal gold was exceedingly rare.

As for undying medicine, there wasn't even a trace of it.

The quantity and quality of powerful individuals also fell far short when compared to the Origin Realm.

Both were fragments of the Immortal Realm, so why was the disparity so vast?

The Origin Realm seemed quite unique among the fragments of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm?

Jiang Hao recalled the Origin Realm. It possessed extremely precious things like the ruins of the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Court.

And there was that mysterious great formation and mysterious ruins on Di Lan Star.

The mysterious powerhouses within, and the stunningly powerful female experts—all of this made the Origin Realm appear extraordinary.

The Dao Xuan Realm had none of these things.

With this comparison, a thought flashed through Jiang Hao's mind:

The Origin Realm was probably not just a simple fragment of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm; it might have an extraordinary origin.

Perhaps it was the Dao Field of a certain supreme powerhouse, or a special existence.

Otherwise, it was impossible to explain why the Origin Realm had so many resources, so many powerhouses, and such Advanced ruins left behind.

Moreover, during the Mythological Era, the Origin Realm had figures like the Dao Venerable, the Primordial Spirit Treasure, the Nether Venerable. In the Primordial Era, there were figures like Donghuang and the War Emperor. The Desolate Ancient Era went without saying, having Great Emperors led by Jiang Hao.

Yet, back then, the Dao Xuan Realm only had the brilliant leader Qiming Heavenly Venerable; the others were merely ordinary Dao Provers.

The gap between the two realms was stark.

But now was not the time to dwell on these things.

Jiang Hao withdrew his thoughts and looked down from the high platform.

Three people were there, Cultivating.

Two men and one woman: a gaunt old man with sparse hair; a middle-aged man with a robust build and a square-jawed face, appearing steady and resolute;

and a woman dressed like a Daoist nun, wearing a cyan Daoist robe, her hair tied in a bun, her features clear and cold.

The three bathed in the Dao radiance left by Qiming Heavenly Venerable, faint golden light swirling around them.

That light was pure and blazing, identical to Qiming Heavenly Venerable's dao rhyme.

The three were clearly the inheritors of Qiming Heavenly Venerable's Great Dao.

These three Cultivated with great seriousness. Their Cultivation Technique flowed smoothly, their Foundation solid—clearly the result of immense effort.

In the resource-scarce Dao Xuan Realm, reaching the Great Saint Realm was already a feat of one in ten thousand, the mark of a true Genius.

Unfortunately, the Great Saint Realm was far from sufficient to solve the problem.

Jiang Hao walked up to them.

The three remained completely unaware.

The gap between the Great Saint Realm and Jiang Hao was simply too vast. So vast that even with Jiang Hao standing right before them, they could not sense him.

Jiang Hao watched them for a while.

Then, he released a sliver of his aura.

Instantly, all three opened their eyes simultaneously.

"Who is there?"

The old man at the forefront instantly stood up, the light around him surging violently as he shielded the other two.

The other man and woman also immediately rose, assuming combat stances.

They saw a young man in black robes standing before them, quietly watching them.

"Who are you?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

No one answered him.

The three exchanged glances.

In the next second, they attacked simultaneously.

The man thrust out a palm, golden light coalescing into a massive palm imprint that pressed down towards Jiang Hao's head.

The woman raised her hand and swept it out, countless light blades raining down like a storm to slash at Jiang Hao.

The other man attacked from the side, throwing a punch, the fist imprint blazing like a midday sun.

The three attacks sealed off all avenues of retreat.

Jiang Hao did not move. He merely glanced.

Those three attacks dissipated abruptly three zhang away from Jiang Hao.

As if they had never existed.

Immediately after, the three from the Holy Land found they could not move.

Their bodies froze in place, their Divine Power solidified; they couldn't even blink.

Instantly, shock and terror surged in their hearts!

How was this possible?

They were already at the Great Saint Realm. In the Dao Xuan Realm, Great Saints were the Human Race's strongest combat force, a power that rarely emerged into the world.

Although the Yimo Clan's Heavenly Saint Palace had many stronger than them, none could be as terrifying as the person before them!

And how did this person get in?

The Holy Land's entrance was constantly shifting; without a special method, it was impossible to enter.

Yet this person had entered so silently, standing right before them, and they had been completely unaware!

If this visitor harbored malicious intent...

A chill ran through the three. If this person had malicious intent, the Human Race would be finished. The Holy Land would be finished.

This was a place the Human Race had protected for millions of years, the final spark left by Qiming Heavenly Venerable.

This person before them...

"Rest assured."

At that moment, a calm voice sounded.

"I am not a bad person. I am also of the Human Race."

"However, I come from outside the Dao Xuan Realm. I am here to save the Dao Xuan Realm."

Jiang Hao smiled slightly, not concealing the truth.

Concealment was meaningless. As the current strongest of the Human Race in the Dao Xuan Realm, these three had the right to know the actual situation.

The three were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief!

"Senior, you... come from the Origin Realm?" the old man at the head suddenly asked, his voice trembling slightly, looking at Jiang Hao with eager anticipation.

Jiang Hao glanced at him and nodded.

A tempest of shock surged in their hearts.

The Origin Realm!

Of course they knew of the Origin Realm. It was a secret passed down through generations in the Human Race's Holy Land.

This secret was known only to the three of them, the inheriting Elders; not even others in the Holy Land could be told.

During the great battle of the Mythological Era, a Heavenly Venerable from the Origin Realm crossed realms to fight side by side with Qiming Heavenly Venerable against that Mysterious Immortal.

In the end, Qiming Heavenly Venerable fell in battle, and the Origin Realm's Heavenly Venerable returned gravely wounded.

That Mysterious Immortal was also severely wounded and fell into slumber, becoming the Saint Ancestor spoken of by the Yimo Clan today.

This secret had been passed down within the Holy Land for countless years.

Now, someone from the Origin Realm had come again, giving them hope.

The Dao Xuan Realm had longed for such hope for a very long time!

"Senior, have you come to save our Dao Xuan Realm?" the woman among the three asked cautiously, her eyes filled with longing.

"Yes."

Hearing this, the three fell silent.

Their emotions were complex; for a moment, they didn't know what to say. They had always hoped for a peerless powerhouse to appear and save the Dao Xuan Realm.

But now that one had appeared, they felt both fear and worry!

After a long while, the old man took a deep breath and spoke:

"Senior, we appreciate your kindness, but you don't understand. That Saint Ancestor is too powerful."

"He is an invincible Immortal. Even our Human Race's strongest, Qiming Heavenly Venerable, died by his hand. You..."

He looked at Jiang Hao, his gaze complex. "You should leave while you haven't been discovered. We won't drag you into this."

Jiang Hao looked at the three before him.

In their eyes were fear, despair, and worry.

But not a trace of retreat.

Even though they were terrified, even though they knew how powerful that Immortal was, they still told him to leave, not wanting to implicate him.

The Human Race of this world, though living in hardship, had never yielded.

This Holy Land, this Legacy left by Qiming Heavenly Venerable, had protected the spark well. The leaders had also been taught well.

Good. Very good!

Jiang Hao smiled.

It was an ordinary smile, yet it inexplicably brought a sense of reassurance.

"Rest assured. Since I dared to come, I have confidence."

The three were taken aback.

The man opened his mouth, wanting to say, 'Senior, you are truly confident. That is an Immortal, an invincible Immortal!'

But looking at the young man in black robes before him, he suddenly found himself speechless.

Jiang Hao said no more.

He simply stood there.

And then!

Hum.

The three felt as if countless scenes were rapidly shifting around them!

Endless Void Realm stretched out in all directions, brilliant Dao radiance flashing intensely!

A boundless, endless Great Dao Long River suddenly appeared.

A thunderous sound of water roared, as if myriad daos were singing in unison. Surging waves seemed to contain countless Daos evolving and manifesting within.

All Daos were evolving within it.

The next instant.

Boom!

The eternally silent Void Realm trembled. That Great Dao Long River suddenly transformed into a blade!

A blade that illuminated all heavens, capable of cleaving through everything—a Supreme Blade!

Its light shone in all directions, seemingly severing all things. The myriad daos and ten thousand methods of the world trembled beneath it.

Then, this blade fell into the palm of a majestic, boundless existence.

This figure was seated atop the Great Dao Long River, boundless and infinite, sacred and majestic!

At that moment, the Supreme figure holding the blade suddenly lowered its gaze to look upon them!