332: The flawed jade is the king (71)

Central Region, Ancient God Mountain.

This place is one of the most prestigious Holy Lands in the Central Region, where the mountain gate of the Ancient God Sect is located.

Surrounded by immortal mist and shining with divine light all year round, a Saint-Grade protective array spanning tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers exudes an ancient pressure, showcasing the power and foundation of this immortal force.

Today, Ancient God Mountain is exceptionally lively.

The mountain gates are wide open, and countless powerful auras come from all over the Five Domains, turning into streaks of light and landing on the guest-welcoming square in front of the gate.

Those invited here are all Saint Realm experts or representatives of long-lived families and immortal lineages.

They gather in small groups, exchanging pleasantries; while peaceful and festive on the surface, the various forces are secretly competing.

Amidst this subtle atmosphere, a figure approaches at a leisurely pace.

He did not fly through the sky or tear through the Void Realm; he simply walked up step by step from the sea of clouds at the foot of the mountain.

The newcomer wears simple white clothes, his aura restrained, appearing quite ordinary.

But his eyes are cold, and the heavy Killing Intent and Evil Qi surrounding him are completely out of place with the festive and peaceful atmosphere.

He is none other than Wang Yun.

His appearance instantly shatters the balance in the field.

All the Saint Realm experts engaged in conversation stop talking at this moment and turn their gaze toward the young man in white.

An invisible pressure envelops the area, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes heavy.

"Who is this person? Such heavy Killing Intent!"

A Buddhist Saint from the Western Desert frowns while looking at Wang Yun.

"He is the current sweeper of the Ancient Starry Road, the Supreme Body Wang Yun!"

"I heard that not long ago in the Eastern Domain, with a cultivation of the Second Lotus Saint Realm, he defied the heavens and killed a Three-Lotus Saint!"

"Hiss—it's him! That legendary Devil King!"

As Wang Yun's identity is revealed, everyone present is shocked.

Wang Yun is deaf to the surrounding discussions; he walks straight toward the magnificent mountain gate as if entering an uninhabited place.

At this moment, several figures come forward to meet him.

Leading them is a Saint Realm Old Ancestor from the Great You Sacred Dynasty of the Northern Plains; he bows to Wang Yun from a distance, maintaining a very humble posture.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I hope you have been well."

Wang Yun nods slightly in response.

Subsequently, several more Saints step forward to show goodwill, their words filled with the intent to recruit him.

They all know that the person before them is one of the most promising figures to prove his Dao as a Great Emperor in this era; forming a good connection now is an investment for the future.

Wang Yun just listens calmly, his expression unchanged.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wang has graced us with his presence. Please forgive us for not welcoming you sooner!"

A burst of hearty laughter rings out.

An old man wearing the Saint robes of the Ancient God Sect, possessing an immortal demeanor and a cultivation already at the Three-Lotus Saint Realm, personally walks out from the mountain gate.

He is the Vice Sect Leader of the Ancient God Sect, Saint Gu Chen.

He is all smiles and has a friendly posture, as if welcoming an old friend.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please take a seat. Today is our sect's Saint feast; having the Supreme Body personally attend truly brings honor to our humble abode!"

However, Wang Yun only gives him a cold glance without speaking, walks straight past him, finds the most remote corner, sits down on his own, and closes his eyes to rest.

That cold attitude causes the smile on Saint Gu Chen's face to freeze.

In another corner in the distance, Rain Saint of the Flying Immortal Sect is watching this scene with interest alongside a Second Lotus Saint surrounded by lightning.

"Senior Brother, this Supreme Body is indeed as arrogant and unrestrained as the rumors say."

That Thunder Saint snorts, disdain flashing in his eyes.

Rain Saint picks up his wine cup, takes a light sip, and smiles:

"Young people, it's good to have pride."

"But if a sword is too sharp, it will break."

The banquet officially begins in an eerie atmosphere.

Saint Gu Chen once again ascends the central high platform, finishing his introductory remarks to liven up the atmosphere.

"Everyone, thank you for gracing us with your presence at our sect's Dao Discussion Assembly."

"Today, besides drinking with all of you, our sect has a momentous joyous occasion to share!"

He changes the subject, his voice becoming high-pitched and mysterious.

"Men, bring out the 'congratulatory gift'!"

At his command, two Divine Emperor Realm guards escort a dying figure bound by thick Law chains onto the massive sacrificial altar.

It is an old man in rags, covered in wounds.

His shoulder blades are pierced, his cultivation is Sealed, and his whole body is like a pile of mud, discarded casually in the center of the altar; he looks as if he could fade away at any moment, his life force extremely weak.

He is none other than Old Mo.

The moment he sees Old Mo's figure, Wang Yun, who was resting with his eyes closed, opens them.

The Killing Intent he had suppressed for so long is almost uncontrollable.

But he still forcibly restrains himself.

He clenches his fists, his gaze icy.

"Everyone, look!"

Saint Gu Chen points at Old Mo on the altar, as if displaying a rare piece of merchandise, and announces loudly.

"This person is a 'living fossil' who has lived through three eras, captured by our sect in the Southern Border not long ago!"

The audience breaks into an uproar.

All the Saints extend their Divine Thoughts to carefully examine Old Mo, only to find that his cultivation is merely at the Quasi-Supreme level, not at all like someone who could live so long.

"Hahaha, there is no need for everyone to doubt."

Saint Gu Chen laughs triumphantly.

"This person, by a stroke of luck and Opportunity, accidentally consumed an 'immortal medicine' and was thus able to defy the heavens and change his fate, lingering on until today!"

immortal medicine!

These two words cause the hearts of all the Saints to tremble, their eyes filled with greed.

Saint Gu Chen is very satisfied with everyone's reaction; he clears his throat and finally states the true purpose of today.

"Today, I have invited everyone here to observe the supreme Alchemy Dao of my Ancient God Sect!"

"We shall use the residual 'immortal medicine power' within this person as the primary ingredient, supplemented by a hundred types of Saint medicines, to refine an unprecedented 'Heaven-Defying Saint Pill' right here in front of you all!"

"If this pill is successful, it will surely help us uncover the secret of longevity!"

As his voice falls, a massive Pill Furnace is carried onto the altar by several experts.

Various rare Saint medicines are laid out one by one, exuding amazing dao rhyme.

The Chief Alchemy Saint Master of the Ancient God Sect, an old man in the First Lotus Saint Realm, slowly walks onto the altar.

He looks at the blazing holy fire in the Pill Furnace and then at the dying Old Mo on the ground, a fanatical look flashing in his eyes.

He reaches out his hand, and a suction force comes forth, intending to throw Old Mo into the Pill Furnace that is capable of refining all things.

Just then.

Wang Yun stands up.

His movements are not fast; one could even say they are very slow.

But this simple action of standing up draws everyone's attention.

The gaze of the entire venue instantly converges on him.

The field falls silent in an instant.

On the altar, Saint Gu Chen looks at Wang Yun, his smile remaining, but his eyes turning cold.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, do you have any guidance regarding our sect's Alchemy Dao?"

His words are polite but carry a hint of warning.

However, Wang Yun ignores his warning.

His gaze sweeps across the crowd and finally lands on the altar.

His voice is not loud, but it is cold and clearly reaches everyone's ears.

"I want this person."

"Anyone who dares to touch him dies."