Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations
The Astral Ancestor and the others had their eyes wide-open and mouths agape. Their minds were in a complete blank.
Tyrant’s countenance was also grim, and a hint of despair like the struggles of an entrapped beast appeared in his eyes.
Even Lilia, who had the greatest confidence in Fang Xingjian amongst them, could not say a single word.
At this moment, the powers displayed by the Church of Universal Truth and the Phenomenal Saint had far surpassed their imaginations.
Only a hint of perplexity flashed on the Fourth Prince’s face. It was because he knew that Fang Xingjian had attained tier six of the Divine level. Even if he was not a match for the Phenomenal Saint, he should not be defeated by just a single move.
Simultaneously, a series of bang bang bang bang bang sounds rang out in succession. It was the sound of weapons dropping to the ground from the hands of many people present. Majority of the Knights and Conferred Knights had given up on resisting.
The experts from the northern countries’ royal families and factions who had been under the Church of Universal Truth’s rule all cheered loudly.
Countless people stared in the Phenomenal Saint’s direction. They understood that from this moment onward, the entire land might just be encompassed under his will.
However, right then, six waves of overwhelming demonic Qis soared into the sky from a position that was several tens of kilometers away from the Imperial Capital. It was as if six streams of seething turbid flows were gathering in the Imperial Capital’s direction.
“This is…!” The Phenomenal Saint was also surprised at the sight of the seething turbid flows. It was because when he sent his martial will into them, he actually felt giddy and did not know where he was or where he was headed to. It was as big as the world yet also as small as a mustard seed.
Under such a situation, there was only one possibility—the six waves of demonic Qis had reached the realm of Spatial Translocation.
“Demons, where did you come from?!” Sensing the other party’s realm, the Phenomenal Saint frowned and struck out a punch. Countless rays of light shot out from his fist.
He flicked his fingers, exploding out like a white lotus. Layers of stacking spatial distortions reached out to encompass the myriad of turbid flows.
This was the Heaven-flicking Finger which the Phenomenal Saint had used to take down the Black Mage King, Gold Mage King, Sacred Fire Order’s Patriarch, and Fang Xingjian earlier.
However, this Heaven-flicking Finger, which had not failed at all in suppressing Divine level experts previously, returned without any success.
The distorted space clashed fiercely with the six waves of demonic Qis. The two gushes of great powers dissipated completely without a trace instantly, with no threat of causing an explosion at all.
At almost the instant when the two gushes of powers came into contact, the Phenomenal Saint felt that something was amiss. For every bit of his opponent’s power that he crushed, he would need to deplete ten bits of power for his Heaven-flicking Finger. In the blink of an eye, his powers were all negated by that six waves of demonic Qis.
This meant that the other party was not just a tier six Divine level expert. They had also grasped the Spatial Translocation ability. Additionally, the other party’s technique and realm was clearly above his own. If it was not because of the energy supplied by the White Emperor Zenith Sword, he would be at a complete disadvantage in this series of exchanges.
Amongst the six waves of demonic Qis, there were six faint and indiscernible figures. They were the Plenary Foundation Septet who had remained in hiding for a very long time.
However, the Septet were now completely concealed in the overwhelming black smoke from these six waves of demonic Qis. No one present could scout the Septet out with their martial will, nor could they obtain any information. The Plenary Foundation Septet were like elusive and illusory scenes, like the flowers reflected in mirrors or the moon reflected in the water. They could be seen but not touched, as if they were in existence yet non-existent at the same time.
These were the six streams of turbid flows that they had spent three months condensing in preparation for this Divine Treasures Meeting. After all, Fang Xingjian’s previous appearance, as well as his calling for this Divine Treasures Meeting, had set off their alarm bells.
Since Fang Xingjian and the others had made all sorts of preparation for this day, the Plenary Foundation Septet would naturally not be slacking off either.
The six of them spent a lot of hard work collecting countless negative feelings—including resentment, fury, despair, and sadness—from the human world to condense these six streams of turbid flows.
The negative emotions collected from the human world were just an introduction. By emulating a reincarnation cycle and placing all of these negative emotions into it to experience many cycles of incessant interactions and conflicts, they nurtured even more feelings of resentment, fury, grief pain…
Like a nuclear reaction, the overwhelming amount of resentment that had been used to condense the six turbid flows seemed to surpass all of the negative emotions there were across the entire land.
Furthermore, these six turbid flows were also incorporated with the tier six Divine level ability, Spatial Translocation. Each square inch of space within it would almost be as vast as the Divine Country of a tier five Divine level expert.
The six streams of seething turbid flows that cut across the sky were like countless tier five Divine level experts’ Divine Countries, and they also contained endless negative emotions.
As long as the Plenary Foundation Septet remained hidden inside, other people would not be able to sense the changes inside even with Sudden Inspiration through these two layers of barriers. Even martial will would not be able to probe inside to sense their existences.
If one were to probe too deeply inside, they could even get lost in that endless stretch of space, and then become polluted by the negative emotions.
Clearly, coming into contact with Fang Xingjian had made them raise their guards. This was why they had spent a lot of power and time condensing these six streams of turbid flows which could help them conceal their figures while also helping to increase their strength.
The fatty stood in the depths of the six streams of turbid flows, looked at the situation in the Imperial Capital, and then laughed out, “Hahaha, even the heavens are on our side. To think that the White Emperor Zenith Sword is in the hands of such an insignificant character… Which fellow daoist would like to go and retrieve it?”
Hei Zi stepped forth, emitting a warmth like that of spring. He had an aura that seemed to nurture all living creatures. Hei Zi smiled slightly and said, “Then let me go and test him out.”
The fatty nodded and looked at the other two beside him. They were Yu Zi, who had a fish head, and a man who appeared extremely clean and white like he had walked out of a monotone drawing.
This man who bore a close resemblance to Hei Zi and was dressed in white robes was Bai Zi 1 from the Plenary Foundation Septet.
His external appearance was extremely similar to that of Hei Zi. However, the color he emitted was completely different. If Hei Zi could be said to be the sovereign of the dark night, then Bai Zi would be like the sun that was hanging up high in the sky. Forever in the center of countless stars, he would be emitting light and heat without any restraint to announce his existence.
The fatty looked at Yu Zi and Bai Zi and said, “I’ll have to trouble the two of you to deal with the ten Guardian Kings as well as the other two Saints. Tuan Zi, Hao Zi and myself will be providing support.”
At the next moment, three people charged out while bringing along three overwhelming waves of demonic Qis. These six streams of turbid flows were really extremely mysterious. Wherever they passed by, there would seem to be no changes to the air and sunlight. It was as if they were non-existent. The white light from the ten giant light figures burst out, turning into streams of shock waves that shattered everything. However, they were unable to do anything to the six streams of turbid flows.
When Yu Zi charged out toward the giant light figures formed by the Guardian Kings, he sent out invisible attacks with his mind demon technique. Accompanied by the turbid flow, Yu Zi’s attacks brought about a mysterious effect.
Without any sound, streams of invisible waves entangled around the giant light figures. The giant light figures started howling toward the sky, and streams of black Qis gushed out from their bodies. The six streams of turbid flows had infected their bodies.
“Demon, how dare you!” Seeing that the ten Guardian Kings had been assaulted, the Phenomenal Saint let out a furious bellow and grabbed out with one hand, drawing out a longsword from the light circle on his back. He then slashed out across space toward three of the six streams of turbid flows.
