404: Chapter 404 Resurrection (22)

The Dao Fruit within Wang Yun's body finally reached an unprecedented height.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Zhang.

This is the recognized limit in countless ancient texts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Forty-Nine Extreme Number.

This level was just a step away from the legendary Ten Thousand Zhang, a height that had never been reached.

Wang Yun stood at the center of the mysterious space, dao rhyme flowing around him, his aura having climbed to a limit unimaginable to ordinary people.

He took a deep breath and began to charge towards the legendary "Ten Thousand Zhang" limit that had never existed before.

Boom!

The terrifying nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Zhang Dao Fruit within him roared into operation, and the entire mysterious space resonated violently under the Laws he invoked.

However, no matter how he urged his power or evolved the Great Dao...

That final one-Zhang distance seemed to be separated by a layer of indestructible yet invisible and intangible Heavenly Dao Barrier.

He could feel the existence of that barrier, but he could not touch it, let alone cross it.

Wang Yun quickly understood.

It wasn't that his own strength was insufficient, but rather that the Laws of the current world did not allow it.

The Forty-Nine Extreme Number was the limit of heaven and earth.

A Ten Thousand Zhang Dao Fruit might have transcended the scope of existing rules, representing a completely different level.

"So be it."

Wang Yun decisively gave up this futile attempt.

Since the path of the Dao Fruit had reached the end of the current world, he would break through and establish anew, taking the next step.

Attaining the Dao and becoming a Saint.

With a thought, the terrifying nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Zhang Dao Fruit began to sublimate.

This process was without hindrance, a natural progression.

The majestic power of the Dao Fruit began to condense and evolve; finally, a massive dao lotus, seemingly capable of carrying a Universe, slowly bloomed within his body.

The moment the dao lotus formed, Wang Yun's aura underwent a qualitative leap.

A Saint Realm pressure, far exceeding a Heavenly Venerate and transcending the Mortal World, erupted from his body.

What surprised him even more...

Because his Foundation was so robust, he actually skipped the long accumulation phase of a No-Lotus Minor Saint.

Once the dao lotus formed, it was a First-Grade Lotus Platform.

Entering the Saint Realm in one step, he was in the One-Lotus Saint Realm.

Wang Yun inspected himself internally and found that his dao lotus was much larger and more solid than that of ordinary Saints, and the flow of dao rhyme was filled with an unrivaled sense of pressure... After achieving the Saint Realm, Wang Yun was in no hurry to enter secluded cultivation.

He tore through the Void Realm and returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, choosing to travel through the Mortal World to re-examine this long-lost world and stabilize his brand-new Realm.

One day, he passed through the Northern Plains of the Yuan Land.

With a slight thought, he turned his gaze toward a familiar direction in the far distance.

The Heavenly Sword Sect.

At this moment, the sky above the Heavenly Sword Sect was changing color, with black clouds pressing down on the city.

Purple lightning dragons tumbled within the tribulation clouds, emitting a destructive aura.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor was charging towards the Saint King Realm.

The atmosphere throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect was heavy to the extreme.

Countless Disciples and Elders stopped their cultivation and walked out of their Immortal Caves, tensely watching the elderly figure struggling to hold on amidst the Lightning Tribulation.

The power of the Saint King Tribulation far exceeded everyone's imagination.

High in the sky, the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's aura began to fluctuate violently, and the Sword Dao Laws he used to resist the Lightning Tribulation also showed signs of instability.

He had hit a Bottleneck.

An air of despair began to spread within the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Everyone could see that the Old Ancestor was about to fail.

Once he failed, not only would he perish, but the entire Heavenly Sword Sect would also lose its greatest protection and return to a state where anyone could bully them.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's heart was also filled with struggle.

He knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect had been declining in recent years and its Orthodoxy was being targeted by many forces; if he failed to break through this time, the fate of the Heavenly Sword Sect could be imagined.

It was precisely this worry about the Sect's future that became the greatest shackle in his heart, preventing his Sword Dao from maintaining its pure, indomitable spirit.

Just as he was about to be completely swallowed by the next Lightning Tribulation and perish, the moment he would be gone...

A calm figure appeared silently above the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Wang Yun had arrived.

He didn't act immediately; with just one look, he saw the root of the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's problem.

A calm voice, yet one that sounded like the Great Dao's divine music, rang out clearly in the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's Sea of Consciousness.

"A swordsman should charge forward with indomitable spirit, fearless and undaunted."

"With such hesitation, your Dao is no longer firm. How can you become a King?"

These few short sentences were like a bolt of lightning, exploding in the Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor's mind.

It was a moment of enlightenment.

He instantly fell into an Epiphany.

The Heart Demon that had been troubling him all this time vanished into thin air under the guidance of these two sentences.

His Dao became pure and transparent once again.

"Hahaha!"

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor laughed towards the sky.

His aura rose instead of falling, and a sharp Sword Intent several times stronger than before soared into the sky.

He took the initiative to meet the final and most terrifying Saint King Tribulation.

With one sword strike...

The tribulation clouds dispersed, and the world became clear.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor successfully attained the Dao of a Saint King.

A vast Saint King pressure enveloped the entire Northern Plains.

Inside the Heavenly Sword Sect, after a moment of silence, bursts of cheers erupted.

And the newly ascended Heavenly Sword Saint King ignored the cheers below, immediately turning around and bowing respectfully toward the direction where Wang Yun was.

"Many thanks to Saint Yun for pointing the way!"

His voice was filled with heartfelt gratitude and awe.

Only then did all the Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect notice Wang Yun's presence.

When they recognized this legendary human butcher Saint, the entire Sect completely boiled over.

Especially those new Disciples who had joined the Heavenly Sword Sect in recent years because they admired Wang Yun's deeds; they were all incredibly excited, viewing Wang Yun as a god.

Facing the Saint King's bow and the fervor of the entire Sect...

Wang Yun only nodded calmly and left a meaningful sentence.

"Everyone, until we meet again. I wish you all immediate success."

After speaking, he turned and stepped into the Void Realm, departing indifferently.

He left behind an eternal legend for the Heavenly Sword Sect and a new blessing that would be passed down through the ages... Four thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

After leaving the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wang Yun found a secret place known to no one and began a long period of latent cultivation.

Relying on the massive resources he "borrowed" from various Immortal Orthodoxies and his robust Foundation.

Of course, if he ran out of resources, he would simply "borrow" more.

Four thousand years later, his cultivation reached the Four-Lotus Saint King Realm as a matter of course.

It was on the day he broke through his Realm.

The entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths suddenly felt a mysterious throb.

In the distance, the brilliant ancient road that had spanned the Universe and burned for thousands of years began to slowly dim.

The Ancient Starry Road of this era had officially come to an end.