77: Chapter 77 The Three Holy Lands, Saints

Saint!

Shen Quan's pupils contracted sharply, his mind a blank slate.

How many Saints are there in the Three Great Holy Lands of the Southern Region in total?

Every Saint is an existence that suppresses the entire Southern Region; with a mere gesture, they can move mountains and fill seas, their pressure extending for ten thousand li!

Such a level of existence has actually appeared in the Secret Realm!

Old Turtle's face turned slightly pale.

He is, after all, a Great Demon King at the sixth level of the Asking Dao Realm, and can be considered a top expert in the Southern Region.

Yet, this aura brought him an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Saint! It is definitely an existence of the Saint Realm!

Shen Yuanshan's expression was grave as he looked into the depths of the Secret Realm, suspicious and uncertain, "How could there be such a terrifying existence in the Secret Realm?"

Merely with their aura, they make him unable to move; even a Cultivator of the Asking Dao Realm couldn't do this!

Beside him, Shen Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes remaining perfectly still amidst the violent pressure, not even a corner of his clothing fluttering in the slightest.

He looked into the depths of the Secret Realm, his tone indifferent, "Three Saints."

"S...Saint..." Shen Yuanhe's voice was trembling, his eyes filled with horror.

Saint! And there are three of them?!

He had never seen an existence of this level before.

In the entire Southern Region, only the Three Great Holy Lands have Old Ancestors of the Saint Realm; those are all existences that look down upon the common people and suppress the world with their pressure!

No wonder he truly felt his own insignificance under that pressure just now.

"Third Uncle, Sixth Uncle, take Shen Quan and leave first."

Shen Qingyuan kept his hands tucked in his sleeves, his expression indifferent, his gaze directed toward the depths of the Secret Realm, "Old Turtle, let's go and take a look."

Shen Yuanshan was stunned, then his expression changed drastically, "Little Nine, where are you going?!"

He looked in the direction of Shen Qingyuan's gaze; that was the source of the pressure—the secret realm core, where the Devil's Den was located.

"There are Saints there!" Shen Yuanshan said urgently, "Little Nine, although you are strong, those are Saints! There are only a few Saints in the entire Southern Region!"

"Little Nine, don't be impulsive!" Shen Yuanhe grabbed Shen Qingyuan's arm, saying urgently, "Our Shen Family finally produced a Genius like you; if any accident happens to you, how can I answer to Nan Tian? How can I answer to the several Old Ancestors?"

Shen Qingyuan looked down at the hand Shen Yuanhe was using to grab his arm, then looked at his anxious expression, and a warmth welled up in his heart.

"Sixth Uncle, don't worry, I'm just going to take a look."

Shen Yuanhe opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but saw that Shen Qingyuan had already turned around and was walking towards the depths of the Secret Realm.

His pace was unhurried, his hands tucked in his sleeves, his demeanor lazy.

That appearance, he didn't put the three Saints in his eyes at all.

Old Turtle hurriedly caught up, following closely behind Shen Qingyuan, his body hunched, his face full of worry.

"Senior, are we really going? Those are three Saints..."

Shen Yuanhe watched Shen Qingyuan's back, his face full of anxiety. "Third Brother, what should we do?!"

Shen Yuanshan pondered for a moment and replied in a deep voice, "Little Nine is not a reckless person. Since he has decided to go, we must trust him! Take Shen Quan and leave, don't cause trouble for Little Nine."

Shen Quan watched Shen Qingyuan's back, clenching his fists, full of worry.

"Senior Liu Xuzi, will Ninth Elder really be okay?"

Liu Xuzi's tone was indifferent, "Young Master, rest assured, the Venerable is not someone an ordinary Saint can compare to!"

If others might not have confidence in Shen Qingyuan, he was different; he had personally witnessed Shen Qingyuan's methods.

Shen Qingyuan was absolutely not someone an ordinary Saint could deal with.

A mere three Saint Realm, far from reaching the Great Saint Realm, couldn't even last a single move in Shen Qingyuan's hands.

Deep in the Secret Realm, at the edge of the Devil's Den.

Three figures appeared out of thin air, faint light swirling around them, their auras deep as an abyss, as if they had merged with the heavens and the earth.

The leader was an old man with white hair, a thin face, white beard and hair, wearing a simple, ancient cyan Daoist robe, with Dao runes faintly flowing around him, emitting a heart-stopping pressure.

The Old Ancestor of Yinxian Village, Saint Xutian—Yun Xu.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman and a sturdy old man.

The person on the left had a tall figure, a dignified face, hair as black as ink, and was surrounded by a scorching aura, as if a blazing sun had descended into the mortal world.

The Old Ancestor of Burning Flame Ancient Land, Saint Yiyan—Lie Yi.

The person on the right had a cold face, dressed in white as snow, surrounded by a faint chill, as if a Fairy from the Moon Palace had descended into the mortal world.

It was precisely the Old Ancestor of Tianxuan Sect, Saint Tianxuan—Ling Yuan.

The three Saints stood side by side, their gazes falling upon the rolling Devilish Qi deep in the Devil's Den, a trace of gravity flashing in their eyes.

"Sixty years," Saint Yiyan said slowly, his voice aged but full of vigor, "I didn't expect this Xuantian Secret Realm to actually appear in the Southern Region."

At the edge of the Devil's Den, the Devilish Qi surged like ink, rolling black mist rising from the abyss, condensing into hideous faces in the sky, emitting silent roars.

Saint Xutian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as an abyss, looking at the Devil's Den below.

"Sixty years ago, the Xuantian Secret Realm appeared in the Central Plains, attracting dozens of Saint Realm experts to compete for it."

There was a touch of emotion in his words; dozens of Saints, this was far from what their Southern Region could compare to.

"That battle was earth-shattering, and this Secret Realm left behind by the Xuantian Great Emperor was beaten to pieces, almost collapsing."

Saint Yiyan snorted coldly, his tone carrying a bit of disdain, "Those old guys in the Central Plains, each one claiming to be orthodox, yet when they see the Great Emperor's treasures, aren't they just like hungry wolves seeing meat? They fought until their heads were broken and blood flowed, and in the end? The Great Emperor's treasures were snatched away by that person of the Evil Path, the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, what a disgrace!"

Saint Tianxuan did not speak, only her cold gaze fell into the depths of the Devil's Den, a trace of gravity flashing in her eyes.

"Although the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable obtained the Great Emperor's treasures, he didn't meet a good end," Saint Xutian shook his head, "That Child of Luck, Ye Chen, who had been enslaved by him for thousands of years, broke free from control at the critical moment, backhanded him with a strike that severely injured the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, and ultimately killed the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable here."

"Ye Chen..." Saint Yiyan muttered this name, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes, "This person is indeed a ruthless character; enslaved for a thousand years, once free, he killed the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable. This patience, this Heart-Nature, is rare in the world."

"What's even more terrifying is the power behind him," Saint Ling Yuan finally spoke, her voice as cold as frost, "In the last sixty years, Ye Chen has stirred up the winds and clouds of the world; the Eastern Wasteland, Central Plains, Western Desert, Northern Plains, his shadow is everywhere. A Child of Luck who was enslaved for a thousand years, how could he achieve all this in just sixty years?"

Saint Xutian and Saint Yiyan looked at each other, both seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.

"These matters have nothing to do with us. The Southern Region is tucked away in a corner; no matter how long the hands of those major powers are, they cannot reach here," Saint Xutian was silent for a moment, then added, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, "I'm afraid they don't even think much of this place, the Southern Region."

"No need to say more!" Saint Yiyan raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling into the depths of the Devil's Den, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, "The most important thing right now is what is inside this Devil's Den."

Saint Xutian and Saint Ling Yuan looked at the Devil's Den simultaneously.

The rolling Devilish Qi surged ceaselessly, and faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard from the abyss, making one's hair stand on end.

"The Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable's strength was truly terrifying; even though he is dead, his lifelong Devilish Qi and resentment have evolved into such a massive Devil's Den," Saint Yiyan's tone carried a touch of awe.

"Let's act!" Saint Xutian said in a deep voice, "Although the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable's Saint Weapon was shattered by Ye Chen and is tattered, the Saint Rhyme contained within it is still a priceless treasure for us."