Novel Full Chapter 795 - 276. Saint Xi Descends, Breaks Through the Fourth Realm (5.2K Words - Subscription Requested)_2
Chapter 795: 276. Saint Xi Descends, Breaks Through the Fourth Realm (5.2K Words – Subscription Requested)_2
The eight people all felt the slumbering Saint Xi suddenly stir, as strands of aura rapidly spread out in all directions faster than the first strand.
Though Saint Xi had not yet awakened, there were signs of awakening.
The eight of them quickly exerted their power, using the rotating white lotus to block the leakage of the remaining aura, ensuring the aura could only hit the petals of the World-Purifying White Lotus when trying to escape.
At this moment, the white light on the petals revealed more of its true essence—fire.
It was fire.
The World-Purifying White Lotus naturally emitted the “Great Radiant Purifying Flame,” a truly special fire with miraculous effects on sealing.
The aura from Saint Xi collided with the Great Radiant Purifying Flame and instantly became inactive, looking as if it were falling back into a lethargic slumber.
Seeing that the lethargy was about to revert to complete slumber, and the sealing was about to reform, suddenly, an elderly man exclaimed, “Tantai! What are you doing?!!”
His exclamation was filled with terror.
The remaining six also immediately opened their eyes, and the prodigy who was absorbing the aura of Saint Xi widened his eyes too.
The white-clad man with indifferent brows, the Vice Palace Master of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, transformed his five fingers into a palm, creating a transparent golden giant hand that pressed down on the vast void…
Beneath the palm, the azure crack spread, the space splitting like a frozen river; the palm lines spread, expanding into strange eight-gate patterns seemingly hovering in the air. This was a secret technique cultivated by Palace Master Tantai—the Eight Trigrams Mysterious Array.
This array could trap people, but its greatest function was… divination.
“Tantai, stop! Stop right now!”
“Saint Xi cannot be seen through time, cannot be subjected to divination! Stop!!”
Everyone was stunned, including the four from the Blood River Sect.
As the Eight Trigrams appeared, the formerly lethargic aura of Saint Xi suddenly froze, like a tense snake, a crouched raptor, or an impending storm suddenly stilled. Next, the spinning of the lotus petals also came to a halt.
A strange atmosphere began to permeate the void.
“Flee!”
Someone shouted, and the few of them could not afford to linger any longer.
Awake!
Saint Xi was already awake!
Now, they could only flee!
However, just as the five who agreed moved, another golden eight-trigram giant palm descended from the sky to block them.
The five people looked up.
The four from the Blood River Sect showed no peculiar reactions, except for the last one who shouted sternly, “Tantai! Why?”
Tantai glanced at him and said, “Old Zhang, I cannot be sure if you are an escaped survivor of the Blood River Sect, but since you agreed, you should stay. In my heart, there are at least four Blood River Sect members here, maybe even five…”
One of the Blood River Sect members squinted at him, saying, “Never thought there’d be someone in the Righteous Dao with such decisiveness and courage as you, amputating your own wrist, confusing the future, I’d underestimated you before.”
Old Zhang froze.
Tantai gave a faint smile, his hands working together, intensifying the spellcasting, with the massive golden Eight Trigrams above and below, while the center encompassed the five people, the twelve-grade white lotus, and the Saint Xi lord within the lotus…
Thud!
A dull sound resonated in everyone’s heart, like a heartbeat.
Next, terror… descended.
The one who awoke was not the Wa Saint, whose body was still trapped deep in the Nine Heavens, nor was it the Last Saint, barely surviving and escaping everywhere, but the fully-fledged true body of a Saint, and moreover… a Mad Saint.
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…
Over ten years later…
Throughout the Great Thousand Worlds, abnormal sounds began to spread.
…
A cultivator engaged in a battle on a battlefield.
“What’s going on? Why is my Divine Sense no longer working?”
…
A cultivator navigating the starry sky.
“My Interstellar Compass has stopped functioning, and the Divine Sense marks on the route have disappeared. Where… where should I go? This is the boundless starry sky, without direction, how can I reach the next Star Domain?”
…
A cultivator inside a Cave Mansion.
A scene, as if seen through mist or fuzzy crystal, abruptly appeared before his eyes.
In the scene, he was being pierced through with ten thousand swords, slain at the center of a Sword Array’s Sword Platform.
The cultivator felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, as if the scene depicted would truly happen.
“What… what is this?”
He muttered, suddenly enlightened, then bowed to the sky, saying, “Thank you, senior, for the guidance.”
No response came, but the cultivator wasn’t angry, feeling it was likely some higher being kindly warning him of future peril.
He thought for a moment, took out a mirror emanating a treasure light, named “Observing Mechanism Mirror,” which could predict good or bad fortune to some extent.
Over the years, he had consistently avoided misfortune and sought fortune thanks to this treasure.
The cultivator cast a spell, turning the vision he just received into a Divine Thought and sending it into the mirror.
Though his Divine Sense couldn’t spread out, it could still be used nearby.
The next moment, the cultivator began to wait.
Whenever there’s a premonition, the Observing Mechanism Mirror would naturally reveal more related matters, providing additional guidance.
As expected, ripples appeared in the mirror, blurring and undulating.
Slowly…
Slowly…
The blur settled, yet it was still the same scene: on the Sword Platform, pierced by ten thousand swords.
The cultivator felt a chill in his Divine Soul, the initial fear transforming into trepidation. For some reason, watching this scene, he felt it was inevitably going to happen, and this feeling was much stronger than before.
After a long while, the cultivator shouted sharply, “Illusion! In that case, I’ll just hide in the Cave Mansion and go nowhere!”
Years later…
The sect where this cultivator resided was invaded by a rival sect, and his Cave Mansion was affected by the magical power cast by a great power from the opposing sect. The cultivator died tragically, in the manner shown by the mirror.
The appearance of that scene seemed to have locked his fate firmly in place, making it impossible to escape no matter how he struggled or chose.