79: Chapter 79 The Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven Array

"The three of you, do not waste your effort."

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner hovered above the demonic cave, looking down at the three of them with blood-red eyes, a mocking arc curling at the corner of its mouth.

"This grand array was laid by this seat over sixty years, using the ten thousand soul banner as the array eye, absorbing the essence, soul, and Qi and blood of countless Yao Beasts and Cultivators within the Secret Realm.

Let alone the three of you in the Saint Realm, even if a Great Saint were to come, do not think about breaking it easily."

Saint Xutian's expression darkened, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

He had lived for over a thousand years; what kind of danger had he not experienced?

Yet at this moment, he truly felt the threat of death.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Saint Xutian asked in a deep voice, secretly circulating the spiritual power within his body, ready to risk his life at any moment.

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner chuckled, a flash of excitement crossing its blood-red eyes.

"What do I want to do? The flesh, blood, and Divine Soul of the three of you in the Saint Realm are great tonics.

Once I devour you, this seat will be able to fully recover, and at that time, I will be able to break through this cage!"

Upon hearing this, the three Saints all changed color.

"Arrogant!" Saint Yiyan roared, thrusting the burning heaven spear out fiercely. A crimson spear radiance transformed into a roaring fire Dragon, charging straight toward the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

This strike condensed his life's cultivation, its power earth-shattering!

However—

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner did not even dodge, simply raising its hand to make a casual grab.

"Bang!"

The roaring fire Dragon was crushed by its hand, dissipating into sparks that filled the sky.

Saint Yiyan's pupils constricted, his face full of disbelief.

"How is this possible?!"

Even a Saint of the same level would not dare to take this strike head-on, yet the spirit before him had shattered it with a mere wave of its hand?!

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner withdrew its hand, its blood-red eyes filled with disdain.

"Saint Realm? If we were outside this grand array, this seat would have to expend some effort, but within this grand array, you are nothing but ants!"

It took a step forward, its figure appearing like a ghost before Saint Yiyan, and struck out with a palm!

This palm strike looked casual, yet it carried earth-destroying power. Wherever the palm wind passed, space distorted and collapsed!

Saint Yiyan's expression changed drastically, and he blocked with the burning heaven spear—

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded. Saint Yiyan was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into that layer of black light barrier, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Yiyan!" Saint Xutian was shocked. His figure flashed, blocking in front of Saint Yiyan, and he formed hand seals, condensing a golden light shield before him.

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner sneered and struck out with another palm!

"Bang!"

The golden light shield shattered upon impact, and Saint Xutian was also shaken back several steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Saint Lingyuan waved her slender hand, and the frost moon sword transformed into a sharp, peerless white sword light, slashing straight at the back of the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner did not even turn its head, grabbing backward and grasping the frost moon sword directly in its hand!

"Hum—"

The frost moon sword vibrated violently, emitting a shrill sword cry, struggling desperately, but it could not break free from that hand.

Saint Lingyuan's face turned pale. Her mind was connected to the frost moon sword, and she could clearly feel that the spirit within the sword was being crazily devoured by the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

"No—"

She exclaimed, desperately circulating her spiritual power, trying to recall the frost moon sword, but it was to no avail.

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner looked down at the frost moon sword in its hand, a flash of greed crossing its blood-red eyes.

"A decent saint king weapon, but a pity it followed the wrong master."

It tightened its five fingers. The frost moon sword let out a shrill cry of despair, the spiritual light on the sword blade rapidly dimming, and finally, it turned into an ordinary iron sword, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Saint Lingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, her body swaying precariously.

Her life-bound saint king weapon was destroyed, her Divine Soul was damaged, and her combat power was greatly reduced.

Saint Xutian and Saint Yiyan watched this scene, a deep sense of despair surging in their hearts.

Three against one, yet they had absolutely no power to fight back!

This was merely a life-bound saint king weapon left behind by a Saint King Realm expert, yet it possessed such terrifying strength!

Meanwhile, outside the demonic cave.

Shen Qingyuan stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves, lazily standing at the edge of the demonic cave, his gaze landing on the ink-black light barrier, examining it with great interest.

Old Turtle followed behind him, hunched over, his turbid old eyes filled with horror.

"Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array!"

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Old Turtle with some surprise.

"You recognize it? Tell me, what is its origin."

"Senior." Old Turtle's voice trembled slightly, his expression solemn.

"This is the Demonic Path grand array that the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable relied on to become famous back in the day—the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array.

Legend has it that this array uses ten thousand souls as a guide and resentment as its foundation. Once established, it forms its own small world. Those within the array are like being in purgatory, their lives and deaths no longer in their own control."

He swallowed hard, his tone becoming increasingly heavy.

"Back then, the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable used this very grand array to fight one against three, killing three Saint King Realm experts!

That battle caused the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack, and the sun and moon to lose their light. The Divine Souls of the three Saint King Realm experts were refined into the ten thousand soul banner, suffering the torture of being bitten by ten thousand souls day and night. The ten thousand soul banner then transformed into a top-tier saint king weapon, ranking among the best of many saint king weapons."

Old Turtle said this, his gaze fixed on the grand array within the demonic cave, somewhat startled and suspicious.

"I originally thought that after the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable fell, it would be difficult to see this array in the world again. I didn't expect…"

"Senior, the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner has used the terrain of the demonic cave to set up this array. Those three Saints… are likely in grave danger."

Shen Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, his gaze landing on the black light barrier.

On the surface of the light barrier, countless hideous faces faintly churned, emitting silent roars and exuding a hair-raising resentment.

Through the surface, he clearly saw the dark light flowing across the grand array, as well as every node.

This grand array was truly exquisite; if not for his Spirit Eye Divine Pupil, it would be difficult to see a joint at a glance.

"A bit interesting."

He chuckled, his tone casual, without a hint of tension.

Old Turtle watched him like this, feeling even more apprehensive.

He knew this Senior's strength was unfathomable, but that was the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array!

A peerless vicious array that had killed three Saint King Realm experts back in the day!

Even if this Senior was strong, could he really be stronger than the Saint King Realm?

"Se-Senior, how about… we retreat first?"

Old Turtle said cautiously, "If we wait for that spirit to refine the three Saints and emerge from this demonic cave, then we…"

Shen Qingyuan glanced at him, "Retreat?"

He shook his head, "Since I've already come, how can there be any reason to return empty-handed?"

Before his voice fell, he lifted his foot and walked toward the black light barrier.

Old Turtle was somewhat anxious, "Senior, this grand array is complete; even if a Saint were to strike, it would be difficult to shake!"

Shen Qingyuan did not pay attention, walking straight to the black light barrier and stopping.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the light barrier, the movement casual.

However—

It was this casual tap.

"Crack."

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The layer of black light barrier that even the three Saints could not blast open together cracked, a tiny fissure appearing where Shen Qingyuan's fingertip touched.

The crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions like a spiderweb.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The cracking sounds became denser and louder.

In the blink of an eye, the entire layer of black light barrier was covered in dense cracks, like a piece of exquisite porcelain about to shatter.

"What?!"

Deep within the demonic cave, the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suddenly looked up, its blood-red eyes filled with disbelief.

"The grand array has been broken!"