Chapter 1989 Saint Dao, Life and Death

In the five-colored, resplendent world, Xiao Ye kept moving forward, and the Star Rivers ahead grew sparse.

But each Star River grew ever more colossal.

They pierced through Heaven and Earth, and upon the Spirit Flowers condensed from them, those interwoven symbols were becoming more and more terrifying, as if they represented the will of Heaven and Earth surging forth in might, ceaselessly "attacking" Xiao Ye.

As if a mere Mortal had suddenly barged into the forbidden zone of the Divine.

Buzz!

The power of the Taichu Ancient Scripture propped open this pressure, allowing Xiao Ye to continue advancing.

"So this is finally the limit?"

At a certain moment, Xiao Ye’s Soul jolted; that vast pressure descended across the void, like countless mountains suppressing down. Even the power bred by the Taichu Ancient Scripture could no longer contend with it, nearly blowing his Soul apart, frightening him into hastily stopping.

Instinct told him that if he took even one step further, he would likely be blasted into Soul annihilation, Spiritual Sense collapse, truly Fallen.

"Among the Martial Artists at Spirit Rank Peak from the other Three Thousand Great Realms, those who can walk this far must be extremely few." Xiao Ye was rather satisfied.

He was now in a special state; any Spiritual Technique and hidden trump card were useless. He could only rely on the power of the Primordial Law Ancient Scripture to withstand the pressure and move forward.

Thus he finally understood that the powerful Primordial Law Ancient Scripture, besides granting unmatched foundation at the Spirit Rank, could also allow one to comprehend and grasp even stronger Saint Dao.

"Could this be the reason that Forbidden Ancient Clan drew down Cause and Effect?" Xiao Ye mused.

This five-colored world was not large; at this moment he had already reached its depths. Ahead, Star Rivers still flickered, but were out of reach.

"I’ll go with this one!"

Xiao Ye stopped overthinking and drifted toward the closest Star River.

That Star River was multicolored, like a gigantic dragon winding for millions of miles. As Xiao Ye drifted over, he was like an inconspicuous spray amid an Ocean.

Within this Star River, Immortal symbols flickered, misty and hazy, as if evolving a certain kind of Order, Dao Rhythm of Nature.

"This..." Xiao Ye observed carefully, and was instantly aghast in his heart.

Every symbol here looked ordinary, yet each contained the ultimate truth of Heaven and Earth, far beyond the Law Profound Mysteries of the True Spirit Continent—simply worlds apart, fundamentally incomparable.

This was only natural.

After all, Law Profound Mysteries merely maintained the operation of a low-level plane, while Saint Dao could penetrate the Three Thousand Great Realms.

"Tai Chu Saint Transformation Technique!"

Xiao Ye tried to copy them onto the Tai Chu Spirit Flower, but he failed as soon as he started.

"Continue!"

Xiao Ye did not grow discouraged and kept attempting to copy.

Being able to approach this Star River was one thing, but to copy and replicate these symbols was another altogether. He understood this very clearly, so he was not surprised.

As Xiao Ye kept trying to copy and replicate, on the Tai Chu Spirit Flower within the Holy Sea, shining symbols were constantly emerging, only to be extinguished as soon as they appeared, repeating in cycles.

"Hm?"

"This Saint truly did not misjudge him; that brat is quite ambitious, actually seeking to comprehend such a Saint Dao."

"Even within my Forbidden Ancient Clan, those who dare to do this are few and far between."

Sitting cross-legged upon the surface of the sea, the Time Great Saint perceived this scene, slightly astonished, then started to laugh.

Saint Dao cannot be transmitted; one must personally go and comprehend it.

The Spirit Rank Peak Strong People of the Three Thousand Great Realms, in comprehending Saint Dao, are like feeling for stones while crossing a river.

If the turbulence of a river reaches the Extreme of what a Martial Artist can bear, then with one misstep he may drown. The safest method is to retreat and choose a slightly gentler river, so that he can preserve some strength and thus have the possibility of reaching the Other Shore.

Therefore, the peril of Xiao Ye’s choice was beyond doubt; with one misstep, his Spirit Flower might shatter, Death of Body and Destruction of Dao.

"Now that the revival path of my Forbidden Ancient Clan is far out of reach, I can only walk a path of Sword Deviation."

"Xiao Ye brat, don’t blame this Saint for not warning you."

"Once you succeed in mastering such a Saint Dao, even if this Saint cannot find the Saint Heir, there will be nothing to fear."

"Your aptitude is quite ordinary, but your temperament is truly exceptional." The Time Great Saint muttered to himself.

...

"This... what’s going on?"

In the dazzling Star River, Xiao Ye was utterly horrified.

He discovered that with every failed copying attempt, a faint crack would appear on his Tai Chu Spirit Flower. Though extremely subtle, accumulated over and over again, it became terrifying.

Moreover, the terrifying pressure within this Star River made it impossible for him to leave; he could only copy these symbols onto the Spirit Flower again and again.

"It must be that the Saint Dao I’m comprehending now is too horrific, having reached the Extreme the Tai Chu Spirit Flower can endure. Once copying fails, it triggers backlash."

"Damn it, that old bastard Time Great Saint actually didn’t tell me this. Is he trying to kill me?" Xiao Ye cursed the Time Great Saint and his ancestors for eighteen generations in fury.

Had he known, for the sake of his life he might have changed his mind; now it was impossible to pull back and retreat.

Now only two paths remained.

First, succeed in copying these symbols, thereby stepping onto the path of mastering this Saint Dao.

Second, fail, and be Fallen!

"I have to succeed!"

"For the sake of breaking through to Spirit Rank Peak, I’ve suffered so much—how can I fail here?" Forcing himself to calm down, Xiao Ye frenziedly copied these symbols.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Holy Sea rolled violently, lifting countless waves, Destruction aura surging. One Yin Yang Fish after another was so frightened that they hid in the corners.

Buzz!

Xiao Ye’s Tai Chu Spirit Flower was trembling. With each failed attempt at copying, the waves of force from the extinguished incomplete symbols clung to the Tai Chu Spirit Flower like a chronic illness. After countless accumulations, the cracks grew denser and denser.

The importance of the Spirit Flower to a Spirit Rank Peak Martial Artist went without saying.

Once the Spirit Flower shattered, even if he miraculously survived, his Realm would be entirely gone and he would become a cripple.

Under such a threat, Xiao Ye’s mind was incomparably focused. Every attempt at copying left him with his heart in his throat, yet he still met with failure.

"Could it be that I, Xiao Ye, am really going to die here?" In the blur, Xiao Ye seemed to hear the footsteps of the Death God slowly approaching.

On the surface of the Holy Sea, the profound gaze of the Time Great Saint watched the Tai Chu Spirit Flower at the bottom, his palm clenched tight, appearing quite nervous.

As Time flowed on, the Tai Chu Spirit Flower was crowded with cracks, its radiance dimming along with them, as if winter had come and it was about to wither.

At the same time, within the Holy Sea, Xiao Ye’s Spirit Rank Origin Waves were growing weaker and weaker, like a lamp about to go out.

In the end, after the Holy Sea, with its surging waves, had boiled and roiled, it finally grew completely calm.

"Looks like it’s going to fail. Was this Saint too impatient?"

"Xiao Ye brat, it is this Saint who has harmed you." The Time Great Saint lifted his head and sighed, indescribably desolate.