150: Chapter 150 Luck

"Laws... These are Laws..."

Asma's eyes were vacant.

Laws, those are the hallmark of the Saint Stage.

Only the Saint Stage can master Laws.

That was not something that should be seen here.

But at this moment...

Asma stared blankly at Ji Yebai.

Suddenly, his brain could no longer function.

After a long time.

He barely managed to snap out of it, his eyes still filled with intense shock.

"You are... You are..."

The vast Aura of the Law, like the heaven, earth, and stars, still washed through every corner of his body.

The energy and spirit within his body were like stagnant water; let alone mobilizing them, he couldn't even sense them.

But even so.

Asma's attention was still not on his internal state.

Instead, he stared blankly at Ji Yebai in front of him.

Ji Yebai's features, unique to the Blue Star, came into view.

At this moment, Asma suddenly felt that the Blue Star Civilization had become mysterious.

Truly a civilization that emerged from the Void Land.

One Bai Zhu was surprising enough.

But at this moment, Asma had already cast Bai Zhu to the back of his mind.

In the Universe, Legendaries are everywhere, but the Saint Stage is as rare as phoenix feathers.

At this very moment.

Asma's heart was filled with an unspeakable complexity.

He really wanted to have a "good talk" with those who said the Blue Star was only supported by Bai Zhu.

To let them know that speaking recklessly comes with a price.

But right now.

He was left with only infinite trepidation.

After all, he was the one who had made the first move.

In the Universe, attacking a Saint Stage is a grave and disrespectful offense.

At best, it means death; at worst, it means the annihilation of one's civilization.

"You are... You are..."

The more Asma thought about it, the more frightened he became—not for his own life, but for the disaster he might bring upon his civilization.

His whole body trembled incessantly, his face was deathly pale, and his Aura was completely shattered.

In the next moment, he even pathetically slumped to the ground.

His face was a mask of deathly silence.

Ji Yebai watched the man before him turn from calm to panicked, then to a state of deathly silence, before finally collapsing onto the ground.

Ji Yebai's gaze fell upon Asma.

"Since you harbored ill intentions first and offended me later, it's not too much to seal your cultivation, is it?"

Ji Yebai said indifferently.

Asma lay slumped on the ground in a daze.

His eyes were full of despair.

He no longer possessed the demeanor of the Draiden Star Civilization's youngest High-level Legendary.

Instead, he couldn't even compare to the lowest-level Martial Artist.

This showed the prestige of the Saint Stage.

From Legendary to Saint Stage, even though it's only one cultivation Realm apart.

But the gap between them is indescribable.

In the Legendary Stage, every minor sub-rank is far greater than all previous cultivation spans combined.

To put it bluntly, the difficulty of a person going from the start of cultivation to becoming a First-rank Legendary is far less than the gap between a First-rank Legendary and a Second-rank Legendary.

This was also true for the Blue Star Civilization.

Just over twenty years after the Spiritual Qi recovery, Bai Zhu broke through to become a Life and Death Realm Martial Artist.

But for nearly the next three hundred years, he remained in the Life and Death Realm.

To break through from the first level of the Life and Death Realm to the eighth level, even a Genius as rare as Bai Zhu took nearly three hundred years.

And this was only because there was a sleeping Legendary like Monag for Bai Zhu to study.

Otherwise, if Bai Zhu had to figure it out on his own, the time required to reach his current Realm would likely have been much longer.

Asma blankly raised his head, staring at Ji Yebai with vacant eyes.

His eyes were filled with despair.

Hysteria? He didn't dare.

If the Saint Stage wasn't in a towering rage and only wanted to kill him, that would be fine; but if his hysteria provoked the man, it might implicate the Draiden Star Civilization.

Ji Yebai looked at Asma, his lips twitching slightly.

He hadn't expected Asma to be so easily frightened.

His body was still undergoing a transformation.

But mobilizing a bit of the Law's power was already within his capability.

There were too few high-level Martial Artists in the Blue Star Civilization, so he had intended to show off a little.

But now it seemed he had given Asma quite a scare.

Ji Yebai frowned slightly.

But this action, in Asma's eyes, instantly terrified him.

His whole body began to shudder.

Ji Yebai watched this, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again.

This situation had left him at a loss for words.

After a moment of silence.

Ji Yebai finally spoke: "To prevent any other random people from coming here in the future, you shall guard this place!"

With that, Ji Yebai bypassed Asma and walked forward.

Walking up to the three Silver-White Pillars and seeing the runes formed of lightning, Ji Yebai raised an eyebrow.

One look at this handiwork and he knew it was Bai Zhu's doing.

He thought for a moment, then reached out his hand.

A speck of light the size of a grain of rice rose.

It drifted through the air.

It split into three in mid-air, merging into the three runes respectively.

The specks of light flickered for a moment before merging into the runes and vanishing.

Immediately after, the viscous air within the entire Barrier thickened at a visible rate.

In the end.

It directly solidified.

Turning into something that looked like amber.

And Monag was like a mosquito trapped in amber, remaining perfectly still.

With this move, he no longer feared anyone tampering with it.

This Barrier was now strong enough to withstand the relentless bombardment of a High-level Legendary cultivator.

After all, that small amount he added was the power of the Law.

Meanwhile, Asma had snapped out of it.

He looked at Ji Yebai's back in disbelief.

Not dead!?

He actually wasn't dead!?

And from the sound of it, he wouldn't die, and his civilization wouldn't be destroyed either!?

The despair vanished in an instant.

Only wild joy remained.

One couldn't blame him for being so undignified.

It was simply that in the Universe, the gap between the Saint Stage and non-Saint Stage was far too vast.

Just like the civilization reported in the recent Star News that was wiped out by a Saint Stage seeking revenge.

That civilization had existed for many, many years.

They had weathered long trials and setbacks to reach their current status step by step.

Asma believed that civilization definitely had many Legendary Civilizations.

But was it useful!?

Under the wrath of that Saint Stage, everything was turned to ash.

Beneath the Saint Stage, all are but ants.

It was nothing less than that.

Tap!

Tap!

Asma jerked, seeing Ji Yebai walking back toward him.

So frightened was he that he immediately knelt on the ground in submission.

Asma's current state made Ji Yebai a bit uncomfortable.

He paused and said unhurriedly, "Don't let anyone else come down here from now on!"

"Yes!"

Asma replied hastily.

He remained prostrate on the ground.

Ji Yebai's lips twitched; truly not knowing what to say, he simply turned and left.

Meanwhile, Asma remained kneeling on the ground.

After a long time, when the footsteps could no longer be heard, Asma finally rose slowly.

Shua!

Cold sweat instantly poured down his body.

As if he had been washed in water.

With trembling hands, Asma slowly walked toward the exit.

Trepidation and relief.

Rolled through his mind like a roller coaster.

One couldn't blame him.

Truly.

If he were to post the story of how he had actually attacked a Saint Stage and survived on the Star Net...

He would likely become an instant celebrity.

A very, very famous one.

They might even award him the title of "Luckiest Person Alive."

Staggering along, Asma's legs were as soft as noodles, completely lacking any strength.

After a long time, Asma reached the bottom of the passage.

He stared blankly at the passage leading straight outside.

His face was vacant.

He couldn't get out!

His cultivation had turned into stagnant water; he couldn't mobilize even a shred of it.

How was he supposed to get up!?

But just then, a certain figure walking on the campus seemed to remember something and snapped his fingers.

Hmm!?

"It's... it's back...!?"

Asma seemed to feel something; he was momentarily stunned, then shouted out in extreme joy.

The chains within his body slowly went silent, and that stagnant energy and spirit reconnected with him.

Shock and wild joy caused Asma to break into a silly grin.

He could no longer describe his luck today.

The illegitimate son of the Goddess of Fate.

Definitely the illegitimate son of the Goddess of Fate.

That night, Asma didn't even know how he managed to walk back to his residence.

The emotional shifts of the past four hundred years weren't as intense as today's events.

The first thing he did upon returning home was use the Star Net to contact the Ruler.

He didn't dare mention anything about the Saint Stage; he didn't bring it up at all.

He only said he couldn't leave and asked the Ruler to send someone to pick up the students.

...

Planet Draiden.

After hanging up the Star Net call, the Ruler fell silent.

He pulled up the video of the Star Net conversation.

And watched it quietly.

Finally, he discovered the part that felt off to him.

It was Asma's fingers.

Asma was a steady person.

He was definitely not this flighty.

Especially not to the point of constantly twitching his fingers like he was now.

The Ruler watched this discordant point over and over again.

Finally, after a long time.

A flash of inspiration suddenly exploded in his mind.

The Ruler instantly froze.

And then, he was filled with horror.