352: The flawed jade is the king (ninety-one).

In the Six-Lotus Realm, beheading a Great Saint.

Whether it was the side of the Yuan Land or the opposing forces, everyone fell into a dead silence.

A Great Saint—what kind of existence was that?

They were immortal powerhouses who stood at the peak of the path of cultivation, looking down upon all of eternity, and were said to be able to undergo Rebirth from a single drop of blood.

In the long history of the Ten Lands, battles between Great Saints occurred from time to time; those heavily injured or falling into slumber were not few in number.

But being killed on the spot, with both form and spirit utterly destroyed, was something that hadn't happened for an unknown number of eras.

Yet today, Wang Yun, a mere Six-Lotus Saint King, had set this precedent.

His strange and overbearing vision Divine Ability, along with that final Light of the Epoch rain that obliterated everything, left all the observing Great Saints trembling with fear.

The Great Saint from the Spirit Land who had fled in a sorry state now stopped in the distance with lingering fear, not daring to step forward again.

He had no doubt that if he had chosen to resist head-on just now, his end would have been no better than that of the Great Saint from the Xuan Land.

For a moment, the scene fell into an awkward state.

No one dared to make a move against Wang Yun again.

Amidst this eerie standoff, a terrifying pressure—far more horrifying than all the Great Saints present and far exceeding them—descended without warning.

The Void Realm cracked, and the Laws became disordered.

A cold-faced middle-aged man wearing an ancient green robe stepped slowly out from the depths of the fractured Void Realm.

His aura was powerful, and behind him, a total of eight dao lotuses bloomed quietly, each one flawless and swirling with powerful dao rhyme.

An Eight-Lotus Great Saint.

What was even more shocking was that he held an ancient bronze battle halberd in his hand.

There was not a trace of energy fluctuation on that halberd, yet it radiated an Emperor's Dao might that surpassed the Saint Realm and was enough to suppress everything.

An extreme dao saint weapon.

A true supreme weapon of slaughter, personally forged by a most powerful Great Saint.

"A visitor from the Nine Heavens..."

The heavily injured Great Saint Changsheng, Gu Changsheng, looked at the newcomer, his expression sinking.

The newcomer was not a person of the Ten Lands.

He came from one of the Nine Heavens, the Qing Heaven.

The green-robed man's gaze was indifferent as it swept across the field, ignoring the many Great Saints present.

People of the Nine Heavens had always had no interest in the so-called struggles of "Heaven and Earth."

They existed independently outside the scope of the Heavenly Dao.

If it were said that the Ten Lands were struggling to survive under the Heavenly Dao, then the existence of the Nine Heavens was to stand side-by-side with the Heavenly Dao.

This was the true reason they called themselves the "Nine Heavens."

The green-robed man's gaze finally fell upon Gu Zhan, who was enveloped by the Grandmist light screen in the center of the altar, and the Legacy key in his hand.

His purpose was simple: the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor's Legacy.

He spoke, his voice carrying no warmth, yet it clearly spread throughout this world.

"This Legacy was left behind by a rebel of my Qing Clan; it should not exist in this world."

It turned out that the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor who had attained the Dao and become an Emperor was originally from a "Heavenly Clan" within the Qing Heaven, originating from the Qing Clan.

However, he was a person abandoned by his Family.

No one expected that this abandoned person could achieve a Heaven-Defying Awakening of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body, one of the ten great sacred bodies, and advance irresistibly to finally attain the Dao and become an Emperor.

Most importantly, the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor always held the deepest enmity toward the Qing Clan that had discarded him.

What happened between that Primordial Chaos Great Emperor and the Qing Clan after he became an Emperor went without saying.

The Qing Clan naturally would not allow the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor's Legacy to fall into the hands of outsiders.

A potential threat, even if they couldn't become a Great Emperor in the future, would still be no small trouble if they grew into a Great Saint.

Moreover, within this Legacy was also the Primordial Chaos Great Emperor's life-bound Emperor Weapon.

The Hongmeng Ancient Bell.

The green-robed man raised his hand, pointing at Gu Zhan on the altar, and pronounced coldly.

"The inheritor must die."

Gu Changsheng's expression changed.

Handing over Gu Zhan was absolutely impossible.

Wang Yun's expression also turned cold.

Further words were useless.

"Fight!"

Gu Changsheng roared, forcibly suppressing his injuries and burning his Origin once more to actively attack the green-robed man.

Wang Yun also took a step forward, prepared to join forces against the enemy.

"Overestimating your capabilities."

The green-robed man shook his head, and the bronze battle halberd in his hand simply made a casual forward swipe.

There was no earth-shattering vision, only a return-to-basics green halberd light.

Boom!

Gu Changsheng's full-strength strike was fragile before the halberd light, shattering instantly.

His entire body shook violently, his sacred body cracked again, and he was sent flying far away, directly falling unconscious.

In less than fifty moves, a Seven-Lotus Great Saint was completely suppressed.

The surrounding Great Saints felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this, but no one dared to move against the heavily injured Gu Changsheng at this time.

Great Saints do not die—this was an unwritten rule among the Ten Lands.

A Great Saint was the foundation of a "Land." If anyone dared to break the rules and sneak attack to kill a Great Saint, they would not only face a desperate counterattack before death but also the ruthless retaliation of the "Palace" behind that "Land."

Wang Yun's previous killing of the Xuan Land Great Saint had already shocked everyone.

In their view, this Supreme Body was not only stubborn but also ignorant.

Once this matter was over, he would surely face the liquidation of the Xuan Land's "Palace."

Now, he had to face the even more terrifying forces of the Nine Heavens; he was surely doomed.

The green-robed man's gaze fell upon Wang Yun.

"A mere Six-Lotus dares to stop me?"

He took a step forward, and the bronze battle halberd in his hand, carrying an aura that suppressed everything, slashed down toward Wang Yun's head.

Wang Yun's expression was grave, not daring to be careless.

He sacrificed the peerless sword, the Supreme Descends to the Nine Heavens vision unfolded again, and the Light of the Epoch and Primordial Chaos Domain erupted simultaneously.

Boom!

Sword and halberd collided fiercely.

Wang Yun only felt a massive force transmit over; his blood and qi surged, and he was knocked back tens of thousands of feet.

He was gradually becoming unable to hold on.

An Eight-Lotus Great Saint holding an extreme dao saint weapon had combat power that far exceeded the scope of what he could handle.

However, his powerful Supreme Body caused even the green-robed man to be somewhat surprised.

Any other Seven-Lotus Great Saint would have been heavily injured, if not dead, under this strike of his.

But Wang Yun only had surging blood and qi; not even a single crack appeared on his sacred body.

After devouring the supreme ancient seal, even Wang Yun himself didn't know where the limit of his Physical Body's strength lay.

Attacks at the level of an ordinary Great Saint were already difficult to cause fatal damage to him.

"A bit interesting."

The green-robed man was slightly surprised, and his offensive subsequently became even more violent.

The power of the extreme dao saint weapon was fully unleashed; every strike was terrifying in power, vibrating the Void Realm.

Although Wang Yun relied on his powerful Physical Body to barely hold on, he was only passively taking hits with no power to fight back.

The consumption of the Supreme Body was immense.

Under the sustained high-intensity attacks, the golden divine light on the surface of his sacred body began to gradually dim.

He was completely at a disadvantage.

Just as the green-robed man was prepared to use a killing move to wipe him out.

A sudden change occurred.

Boom—!

Streaks of primordial chaos violet qi erupted from the altar.

The violet qi instantly filled the entire world, enveloping everyone within it.

A man with a scar on his face, surrounded by dense primordial chaos violet qi, appeared above the altar.

Behind him, seven dao lotuses bloomed quietly, each one surrounded by dense primordial chaos violet qi.

In his hand, he held an ancient small violet bell.

It was indeed Gu Zhan.