Chapter 1988 Another Wave of Turmoil

In the Saint Rank Starry Sky Secret Realm.

Whoosh!

A disheveled figure rushed across the sky, quickly stopping to reveal their form—none other than Yue Qianqiu, who barely escaped death.

At this moment, Yue Qianqiu clutched his abdomen, coughing up blood painfully, his face pale as paper, grievously injured. Even as a Spirit Rank Peak Expert, recovery seemed nearly impossible.

"Across the Three Thousand Great Realms, never has there been a Spirit Rank Martial Artist who could make me, Yue Qianqiu, so humiliated!"

Gazing at the glaring blood in his hand, Yue Qianqiu’s expression turned grim as his eyes glittered coldly: "Xiao! Ye!"

Swish!

In the next instant, Yue Qianqiu waved his hand, taking out an ancient and exquisite copper mirror from a Space Ring, and using a seal technique, he offered the mirror up.

Boom!

Immediately, the copper mirror erupted with unmatched brilliance, piercing into the depths of the universe, tearing apart this Starry Sky Secret Realm, and reaching an unknown destination.

"What?"

"That boy wielding the Taichu Ancient Scripture has reached such a realm already, almost killing even you?"

"It seems this lad truly has the potential to cultivate the Taichu Ancient Scripture to the point of Saint Transformation, no room for mercy."

As Yue Qianqiu’s lips moved silently, a majestic voice burst from within the copper mirror.

"Yue Qianqiu, you stay and wait in the Starry Sky Secret Realm," ordered the majestic voice.

"Yes!"

Yue Qianqiu bowed in salute, formed another seal technique, and the copper mirror immediately dimmed, returning to his hand.

Meanwhile, in an ancient palace within one of the Three Thousand Great Realms.

The palace was pitch black throughout, with one hundred and eight statues inside, all of Supreme Demon Lords, exuding tremendous demonic might, their gazes arrogant and unyielding.

An elder in a Daoist robe stood with a smile in the palace, facing a Demon Lord seated on the throne.

"Hmph, since the disappearance of that Forbidden Ancient Clan, you guys have been hiding away, and now you come to my Sky Demon Clan, propelling the narrative of the Slaughter Blood Saint’s demise, telling them not just Saint-grade Weapons emerged, but even a rare Holy Sea?"

"Do you think I’ll believe that?"

The Demon Lord, like a towering peak, stared at the elder, each word causing the void to tremble.

"Demon Lord, you can decide whether you believe it or not."

"The result we’ve calculated has already been shared with the other Great Realm forces of the Human Clan, hesitate any longer, and your Sky Demon Clan might miss out."

The elder in the Daoist robe finished speaking, bowed, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

"What’s your motive behind this?"

The Demon Lord’s gaze flickered as he asked in a deep voice.

"Heh, with the Heavenly Mechanism Token emerging, our sect shall resurface."

The Daoist elder sang a long chant, stepping out of the palace, leaving a Demon Lord with a shifting expression.

...

In vast realms like Illusion Destruction and Guang Han, brutal slaughter and conflict unfold daily.

Yet any Martial Artist with keen senses noticed the atmosphere in the Great Realm had become exceedingly oppressive.

Deep within the Great Realm, vast Holy Might swept across all heavens, with the aura of Saints awakening, prompting numerous Semi-Saints and Quasi-Saints to cross the Great Realm to pay homage.

This caused the entire Great Realm to ripple with disturbance.

What exactly defines a Saint? Such an existence could surely support their species, holding up a piece of the blue sky!

Looking through the Era’s history of the Great Realm, events causing such turmoil have been rare, either triggering a Great Realm war or a racial war.

And now, what exactly has occurred?

In the vast starry sky of the Taixu Saint Realm, three figures stood side by side: the Taixu Great Saint, White-clothed Jiang Kong, and Ba Snake from the Human Clan.

"Tch, this lad Xiao Ye, indeed has heaven-defying opportunities. Sending him for training, he stumbled upon the emergence of a Saint-grade Weapon."

"What’s more important, after the fall of Slaughter Blood Saint, a Holy Sea was formed, with such incredibly low probability."

"If they knew beforehand, they would have fought tooth and nail over it."

The hook-nosed elder Ba Snake laughed aloud.

Slaughter Blood Saint was indeed a Saint Rank Expert, but only a weaker one; thus, the secret realm formed after his fall rarely drew interest from other Saint Rank Experts, otherwise, there would be no chance for Xiao Ye and others to go for training.

"Ba Snake!"

"You can still laugh?"

"Now the forces of several Great Realms know about the Saint Rank Weapon and Holy Sea in Slaughter Blood Saint’s Secret Realm; they will definitely send additional experts there."

White-clothed Jiang Kong shook his head helplessly.

"Heh, this training was jointly devised by Saint Rank Experts from the Sky Demon Clan, Witch Clan, and Human Clan. Could it be they’ll deploy Saint Rank Experts for such items?"

Ba Snake chuckled disdainfully.

"Saint Rank Experts, they naturally won’t deploy them, but they have already planned to send Semi-Saints and Quasi-Saints, along with Spirit Rank Peak Martial Artists from their forces, to seek the Holy Sea."

"This doesn’t violate any rules."

At this moment, the always calm Taixu Great Saint spoke up.

"Sending Semi-Saints and Quasi-Saints? That’s skirting the rules! How shameless!" Ba Snake exclaimed furiously.

"There’s no use getting angry."

"Since Xiao Ye is a Martial Artist from my Taixu Great Realm, I certainly won’t let anything happen to him."

"Ba Snake, please make a trip to mobilize the Semi-Saints and Quasi-Saints from the Taixu Great Realm." Taixu Great Saint said.

"Yes!"

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Ba Snake nodded and instant teleported away.

...

As for the turbulence among these Great Realms, Xiao Ye naturally remained oblivious.

He was still immersed in the near Tao inspiration brought about by the Holy Sea.

Boom!

Waves surged in the Holy Sea, a Perfect Tai Chu Spirit Flower floating within, connected to Xiao Ye’s Spiritual Sense and Spirit Rank Origin, as if breathing in unison.

The ’Tao’ which was previously imperceptible, now became exceptionally clear, as though it were within reach.

"Tao is everywhere, right beside me..."

In the colorful world, with Xiao Ye operating the Tai Chu Saint Transformation Technique, his whole being ’floated’ upwards, rushing towards those colorful Star Rivers.

Upon approaching, he realized these Star Rivers weren’t formed of planets but composed of piles of Spirit Flowers.

A close inspection revealed these Spirit Flowers were extraordinarily special, each engraved with symbols full of Dao Rhythm.

At this moment, under the operation of the Tai Chu Saint Transformation Technique, the impulse to replicate these symbols arose in Xiao Ye’s heart.

But Xiao Ye forcibly resisted, refraining from doing so.

"There must be levels of length in Tao as well..."

Xiao Ye drifted slowly towards the depths of this colorful world.

Indeed, as he progressed, the farther Star Rivers possessed increasingly terrifying symbols, but equally imparted greater pressure on him, causing his soul to tremble as if it might shatter.

Yet each time he felt his soul was about to break, a force arose, endlessly supporting his progress.

"This is the power of the Taichu Ancient Scripture."

A profound realization arose in Xiao Ye’s heart.

Every Spirit Rank Peak Expert’s spirit flower is like a piece of paper, capable of bearing those symbols, thereby nurturing Holy Fruits and treading the Holy Road.

The stronger the spirit flower, the heavier the paper, able to withstand more terrifying symbols.

"This is not yet my limit, I must continue forward, otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of this strongest Primordial Law Ancient Scripture?" Xiao Ye suppressed his impulse, continuing to fly forward.