Chapter 445

Who was Nezha? A God of the Heavenly Court, he had become a Saint long ago, and what realm was Adam? The Eighth Heaven of the Deity Realm.

The disparity was absolutely massive, even if it was just a single strike, Adam shouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

"Alright, stop spouting nonsense, if you’re useless, scram to the side!" Aria shoved Old Man Wind away, took out a bottle of pills from her robes, extracted one, and handed it to Cecilia.

"This is a Spirit Rhythm Pill, it can restore spiritual energy."

"Thank you, Palace Mistress Aria!" Cecilia accepted it gratefully and placed it into Adam’s mouth.

Adam’s pale face instantly regained a bit of color.

"He’s not in serious danger, it’s just a sudden, severe overdraft of spiritual energy, he should wake up shortly." Aria said slowly, the azure light in her eyes fading.

As one of the top three factions in their Realm, the Azure Water Palace had the best relations with others, aside from having many female disciples, another reason was their exceptional mastery of medical arts, they disliked conflict, so everyone naturally hoped to stay on good terms with them.

"Welcome, everyone!"

Just as Aria’s voice fell, an elegant and refined voice rang in everyone’s ears, the Book Saint.

He descended from the sky, eyes filled with joy as he looked at the massive crowd, but when he saw the unconscious Adam, the joy vanished instantly.

Adam was the junior he favored most, the crucial key figure in the future resistance against the Heavenly Court, the person he felt had the most hope of becoming a Great Emperor, if Adam died young because of this mission, the Book Saint would never forgive himself.

Sensing Adam’s steady breathing and realizing he had only fainted, the heavy stone in his heart dropped, thank goodness he’s alright.

But when he saw Old Man Wind, his mouth twitched, this shameless fellow was actually invited over by Adam?

Suddenly, he felt a gaze full of resentment, it came from a stunningly beautiful woman beside Adam, Aria.

His heart skipped another beat, Adam completed this mission way too perfectly, he actually managed to invite everyone?

"You old geezer! I finally found you, get down here and apologize! Look at me, aren’t I about to enter the Saint Realm?" Old Man Wind shouted, then charged violently toward the Book Saint.

But suddenly, halfway through his flight, an aura erupted from his body.

A special, unique Dao rhythm began to linger between heaven and earth, these Dao rhythms slowly gathered toward Old Man Wind.

The crowd didn’t understand what was happening, only the Book Saint and the few experts at the Ninth Heaven of the Deity Realm knew.

Old Man Wind was about to enter the Saint Realm.

"Calm your heart and feel these Dao rhythms! Think about why you want to become a Saint!" the Book Saint shouted.

Old Man Wind knew this was a critical moment. He sat cross-legged in midair and began to comprehend the Dao rhythms of heaven and earth.

He wasn’t worried about danger, with the Book Saint here, along with several Ninth Heaven Deity Realm experts, there probably wasn’t a safer place in the world.

Those Dao rhythms continuously flowed into his body, as he meditated, his mind drifted back to the very first time he learned to cultivate.

He was running excitedly across a boundless grassland, the wind brushing past his ears felt like elves gently caressing him, when he got tired of running, he would simply lie on the grass and watch the white, fluffy clouds drifting slowly by, that feeling was absolute bliss.

He didn’t have any grand goals or ambitions, the reason he kept cultivating was simply because he fell in love with that feeling, the feeling of absolute freedom.

Therefore, taking the freedom of the Human race as his testament, he entered the Saint Realm.

Boom!

An even more powerful aura erupted from Old Man Wind’s body, gusts of wind brushed past everyone’s cheeks, making them feel incredibly refreshed, some even broke through their cultivation bottlenecks on the spot.

High in the sky, countless white clouds gathered, forming the landscapes of worlds and shifting into the very shape of the wind.

Old Man Wind had successfully entered the Saint Realm.

Becoming a Saint, one of the supreme entities between heaven and earth, deeply shocked everyone present, they had witnessed the entire process of his ascension from the peak of the Ninth Heaven to the Saint Realm.

The convergence of the world’s Dao rhythms and the powerful aura erupting from him made their blood boil.

Old Man Wind stood proudly in the air, a satisfied smile on his face, feeling the surging power within his body, his heart was filled with joy and pride.

He had finally become a true Saint, now he could properly kick that old geezer Book Saint’s ass, the man was clearly getting on in years, yet refused to admit it, stubbornly maintaining the appearance of a young man.

"What do you think you’re doing? Don’t assume that just because you’ve become a Saint, you can beat me, you’re only in the First Stage!" The Book Saint stroked his chin, he knew exactly what this guy was thinking.

"We won’t know until we fight!" Old Man Wind felt terrifyingly strong right now.

"Then come, I’ll give you time to prepare, even among Saints, there are disparities in strength."

As a veteran Saint, the Book Saint was fully aware of Old Man Wind’s thoughts, he responded with a faint smile, reminding him not to underestimate the gap between Saints.

Still, he was genuinely happy that Old Man Wind had become a Saint, as this meant their forces had received another massive boost, he was willing to humor the fellow and spar, helping him get accustomed to a Saint’s power.

Even though Old Man Wind had just entered the Saint Realm, his confidence and soaring spirits were unmatched, he believed in his strength, and even more in his conviction to kick the Book Saint’s ass.

He was eager for this fight, ever since they first met, he had always been suppressed by the Book Saint, not even possessing the qualifications to fight back.

But things were different now, he was a Saint too.

Meanwhile, the Book Saint maintained an air of breezy nonchalance, he wasn’t angry or nervous about the challenge, on the contrary, he seemed more like he was admiring the bearing of a newly ascended Saint, while simultaneously pondering how to elegantly teach this fellow a lesson.

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