Chapter 690 - 661: Resurrection of a Saint

Name: Gu Qingyang

Essence: Cyan Yang Divine Realm (Tier Eight)

Combat Power: Tier Seventeen Perfection

Divine Kingdom: Tier Sixteen (186025 Zillion/10000000 Zillion)

Heavenly Dao Origin: 100 Trillion

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"Tier Seventeen Perfection achieved!"

Gu Qingyang felt the power he could control; compared to before his Cyan Yang Divine Realm ascended, it was more than twice as strong.

At his level of strength, don't mention a doubling; even a breakthrough of one ten-thousandth would be a massive change.

Now

His combat power was more than double compared to before the breakthrough, directly advancing from Tier Seventeen High Grade to Tier Seventeen Perfection.

Once combat power reached this level, Gu Qingyang saw the heavens and universe differently, as if he could perceive the essence of the cosmos, all kinds of Dao origins revealed before his eyes.

Gu Qingyang merely waved his hand, and outside the Cyan Yang Divine Realm, vast starry skies witnessed new world galaxies emerge and ancient ones perish.

A thought creates a galaxy.

A thought destroys a galaxy.

If he were to return to the Path to Immortality and face the former Eternal Immortal Venerable, Gu Qingyang felt he could easily crush his opponent with one hand.

This—

is the fearsome power of Tier Seventeen Perfection.

Upon reaching this level, Gu Qingyang sensed a terrifying barrier constraining him, a restraint from this universe.

If he could break this barrier, his strength would ascend again, becoming truly transcendent.

"Tier Seventeen is not the end; only beyond it can I truly reach immortal and indestructible heights!"

Gu Qingyang had an epiphany in his heart.

Immortality and indestructibility were not essentials for him; as a Harmonizer, his lifespan was inherently eternal.

But.

The strength after a breakthrough was what Gu Qingyang truly valued.

Only immense power could quell all chaos, thus ensuring his eternal existence.

Then.

Gu Qingyang glanced at his attribute panel again; the changes in other attributes did not stir him internally.

Such as the Heavenly Dao Origin.

With the Cyan Yang Divine Realm's ascension to Tier Eight, this world had repaid a hundred trillion Heavenly Dao Origin.

In the past, so much Heavenly Dao Origin would wield great power, but now, a hundred trillion is just that.

Next.

Gu Qingyang communicated with the ancient stars in the Star Sea; vast and magnificent Divine Soul Power pierced through the Star Sea. When he appeared here, the enormous Star Sea trembled, and countless Dao radiances sprayed into the void.

Various mysteries.

Could be called the most mysterious.

Many star beasts became clear-eyed upon detecting these Dao radiances, as if seeing the Dao Origin itself, these murder-driven fierce beasts fell into a profound state.

One day.

The star beast first glimpsing the Dao mysteries awoke, and immediately endless thunder pervaded the Star Sea. Fearsome Celestial Tribulation energy bombarded the star beast.

Supremely powerful Celestial Tribulation energy, like a True Dragon's roar, aimed to utterly destroy the impossible being; the star beast sensed the threat and then clashed thoroughly with the tribulation.

Rumble—

Terrifying tribulation aura permeated, and even slight leaked energy could obliterate miles of void, invoking earth, water, fire, wind, and reincarnation cycles, shaking the entire Star Sea violently.

Time passed without knowing how long.

Celestial Tribulation faded.

An awe-inspiring heavenly presence spread out; the star beast's colossal form twisted, turning into a middle-aged cultivator's figure.

As soon as the form solidified, a Divine Thought triggered, and a cyan robe appeared, bringing him to Gu Qingyang, where he bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Xinghai, greets Master!"

Hearing this, Gu Qingyang looked at the middle-aged cultivator before him; the star beast should not possess sentience nor the possibility of transformation.

But.

All things in the world have a slim chance of survival.

The opposite glimpsed his Dao mysteries, understood that slim chance, hence taking the crucial step, drawing Heaven's tribulation for transformation—a remarkable fortune indeed.

Moreover, the cultivator before him, post-transformation, had reached the fifteenth tier.

"Dao is fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine; a slim chance of survival underlies all things, grasping this is profound fortune. Now the Emperor bestows upon you an opportunity, cherish cultivation well!"

With a raised hand, Gu Qingyang infused a stream of light into Xinghai's forehead, compelling information left him stunned in place.

Seeing this.

Gu Qingyang did not disturb him, instead looked towards the ancient stars in front of him, then used Faith Power to resurrect the ancient Saint who had perished ages before.

Upon reaching Tier Seventeen Perfection, when Gu Qingyang resurrected beings using Faith Power, he saw the Hongmeng Jade Butterfly emit radiant light, the time river suddenly appearing, seeming an invisible hand entered the time river, pulling life from a past node into the present era.

"Resurrecting beings is employing supreme power to retrieve them from a past time node during life... no, not simple. Such power collects all scattered energy after a being's fall; that's the resurrection's essence!"

Gu Qingyang watched the changes before him, already flooded with insights.

The Hongmeng Jade Butterfly served as the root, faith supported activating its powers but not enough to fully resurrect a fallen being.

Now Dao power within the Hongmeng Jade Disc started from residual soul and Divine Thought here, reversed along the time flow to gather numerous scattered residual soul powers, then resurrected at a specific node.

Thus restored, the cultivator retained complete memories.

As Gu Qingyang gained insights, the ancient star before him dissipated, and a familiar figure appeared within his view.

"I have... resurrected!"

Saint Taichu's eyes showed a hint of confusion; as he observed Gu Qingyang, numerous sealed memories surfaced one by one.

Originally, Saint Taichu doubted Gu Qingyang's ability to resurrect him.

But now.

Everything had shattered his understanding.

Resurrecting a fallen Saint.

Even Saint Taichu found such means unheard of.

"Welcome back!"

"I should thank the Divine Emperor. May I ask the Divine Emperor, how many years have passed since my fall?"

"From the Saint's fall till now, thirty thousand years have passed. Previously, I promised to revive the Saint within ten thousand years; I must admit I've fallen short!"