Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

Chapter 1113: Chapter 1104: Hongmeng Daoist

Li Ya opened his eyes and found himself lying on a desolate land. Looking up, he saw the sky was pitch black, with only a few scattered stars dotting it. This land was extremely lonely and cold.

He gazed around and saw figures descending from the sky, landing on this land.

When he saw a few Saints among them, his face turned a little unnatural.

“Still not as good as them?”

The current Li Ya was a Saint summoned by Gu An from the future. He realized he was the first Saint to be absorbed into this mysterious realm, which meant he was the weakest?

Although he had gotten used to this situation, here he was in the past, and he still couldn’t surpass the Saints of this period who have already fallen?

A figure landed next to him; it was Tian Hao.

This Tian Hao was also a Saint from the future. After landing, he surveyed the surroundings with a grave expression.

“Uncle Master, something is wrong in this world, completely imperceptible to the Great Dao.”

Tian Hao spoke, his voice heavy.

Li Ya gave him a glance. This junior had surpassed him since his youth. Even after becoming a Saint, the situation remained the same.

Alas!

Li Ya was helpless but not stubborn. If he couldn’t surpass now, he would continue cultivating. As long as he was still on this path, there was hope.

One by one, Saints descended, scattered across various places. Even the Saints summoned by Gu An did not gather together, especially Gu An’s Reincarnation Bodies, which were spread out widely.

Guxuan You descended from the sky, but his feet did not touch the ground. He frowned, casting a glance to grasp the situation roughly.

An Xin stood alone in a place. She found that many of the Saints on their side somewhat resembled her master, causing some guesses to flood her mind.

The arrival of Guxuan You attracted the attention of all Saints. The Saints could all feel his power, and the Celestial Emperor looked at him with a subtle expression.

The Celestial Emperor always thought that Ji and Guxuan You were the same person.

Now he didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. He was glad that Guxuan You wasn’t as strong as Ji, but sad because there was another formidable opponent.

The experienced Saints could see, once landing, who landed first meant whose strength was lower.

The Saints from beyond the Chaos found that their people landed quickly, while a few of the opponents lingered up, clearly still resisting that mysterious force.

A blue Sword Qi descended from the sky, attracting everyone’s attention. Yang Xian stepped out of the Sword Qi, facing the gazes of over thirty Saints, his expression unchanged.

Soon after, Ji descended with a boom, landing right next to him, rock fragments flew, blowing Yang Xian’s black hair.

His long hair danced wildly, and Yang Xian glanced, meeting Ji’s aggressive gaze.

“Your Sword Intent is very strong; I felt it just now,” Ji said.

When the Saints fell in, they wouldn’t sit idly by and would resist with all efforts. Even without visual perception, Ji felt an extremely strong Sword Intent, and traversing past and future, he encountered such a strong Sword Intent for the first time.

He felt Yang Xian’s sword could harm him.

Yang Xian replied with a smile, “Your fighting spirit is fiercer, terrifying.”

He seemed to be flattering, but his footsteps hadn’t moved an inch, standing firm against Ji’s aura.

All the Saints looked at them, secretly startled, wondering where these two had emerged from.

The Saints who had fought against them felt the most conflicted because they couldn’t understand why some Saints could be overwhelmingly strong, pressing down those of the same Realm.

Especially Ji, who fought five Saints alone, and did so with an overwhelming stance.

The ground fell into silence, each Saint with their thoughts, none acting immediately as they were all trapped here, obviously by a third-party force.

The Celestial Emperor was also observing this realm, discovering his Holy Thought couldn’t penetrate the barriers of this realm. This place wasn’t large, clearly keeping them trapped. What kind of power could trap so many Saints at once?

They couldn’t ensure it was done by their own backing.

At this moment, the ground started trembling, shocking the Saints into the air. They looked down, and their Holy Thoughts couldn’t penetrate the surface to see deeper layers.

“This seems like the internal space of some Magical Treasure.”

An elderly-looking Saint said, with a hesitant tone, clearly unsure of the speculation.

Another Saint shouted loudly, “Taoist Master, was this your doing? If so, please tell us why you are trapping us too?”

The Wushi Saints remained calm, not panicking at all. They stayed scattered in various places, observing and waiting for changes because they had their confidence.

After the ground trembled for a while, it calmed down with no sound answering that Saint’s inquiry, making the Saints feel increasingly uneasy.

To trap so many Saints at once, the Dao Practice behind it must be extraordinary, so what was the purpose?

Li Ya suddenly sensed something, turning his head. His brows furrowed, and other Saints also looked in different directions, seeing thick mist rolling at the horizon.

“Is that… Chaos Qi?” The Future Hongyi frowned, murmuring, with a bad feeling in her heart.

Other Saints recognized the thick mist as originating from the same source as the Chaos Qi that maintains the Chaos Dao Universe, causing the Saints from beyond Chaos to panic, thinking they were trapped in a desperate situation.

However, the Wushi Saints weren’t rejoicing, all with grave faces.

They were familiar with Gu An. The mist belonged to Chaos Qi, but had nothing to do with Gu An, with not a hint of similarity in aura.

Rumble—

A thunderclap resonated, Zhu Xi looked up, seeing a banner appear in the dark Celestial Vault, a Purple Flag fluttering in the wind, dark red Dao Patterns vividly alive on its surface.

Even the Saints couldn’t help but feel apprehensive upon seeing such a flag.

“No need to panic, everyone.”

A voice sounded, tone indifferent. After the speech, two figures emerged from the darkness behind the Purple Flag.

These two figures walked next to the Purple Flag, exactly separated by it.

The Saints frowned because the two figures shared identical appearances and physiques, only differentiated by clothing, one dark, the other purple-red, like two kinds of flames burning.

“Taoist Master…”

The Nine Yang Divine Ancestor’s eyes widened, he couldn’t help shouting.

He couldn’t understand why the Taoist Master would trap them.

Nor why a second Taoist Master was arising.

But they were all Saints; they could feel the auras emanating from the two Taoist Masters, one embodying Chaos Qi, the other Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Even the Saints following the Taoist Master realized something was off.

The Taoist Master was hiding something from them, clearly plotting against them.

The Taoist Master enveloped with Hongmeng Qi spoke, “To attract so many Saints, greatly exceeded my expectations. Yet I am curious, who indeed summoned you all from the future?”

The gaze of the Hongmeng Daoist fell upon Ji, sharp, able to discern Ji as the most powerful presence among the Saints present.