Novel Full Chapter 1297: One Man Versus A Thousand Saints (2)
Chapter 1297: One Man Versus A Thousand Saints (2)
I must maintain the domain to suppress the other True Saints while engaging True Saint Yan Huo in close combat. Wu Yuan thought. To also employ the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation? Impossible. He shook his head slightly, acknowledging the limitations he faced.
This was precisely why most super powerhouses specialized in either close combat or ranged attacks. The mental burden of simultaneously wielding powerful secret arts, Xiantian Instruments, and Chaos Treasures was simply too great. Even for beings of their caliber, such multitasking exceeded their capabilities.
Wu Yuan’s mana body could easily control over ten thousand low-grade Xiantian artifacts simultaneously, coordinating them with flawless precision. But what practical use was that against equals? Their power was far too weak to harm such opponents.
I’ll try once more. He decided. If it fails again, I’ll have no choice but to try slaying him with my psyche weapon. His gaze turned cold and calculating.
Until this final moment, he had been reluctant to use his psyche weapon against True Saint Yan Huo. Its power was immense, certainly, but the drain on his psyche would be equally vast. Afterward, he would struggle to retain even two Chaos Nuclei, let alone three. He had to preserve enough psyche power to maintain a sufficient deterrent force.
Clang! Boom!
The temple’s vast, light-filled chamber shook as Wu Yuan and True Saint Yan Huo clashed with furious intensity. Both combatants fought with manic determination, neither willing to yield.
Wu Yuan wielded unpredictable sword lights, his domain vast and overwhelming. Each sword light sent shivers through the soul—the very pinnacle of offensive power.
Yan Huo swung nine long staves like pillars of heaven, desperately defending—the epitome of defense pushed to its absolute limit.
Though Wu Yuan’s mana body held the clear advantage, True Saint Yan Huo’s tenacity prevented Wu Yuan from landing a decisive blow.
Time flowed onward.
“Shen Yan, Gui Chong, why are you still standing there?” True Saint Yan Huo sent frantic transmissions. “His attacks consume vast amounts of psyche power. The fact that he has not used his psyche weapon against me proves he lacks the confidence to kill me outright.
“At this point, he likely cannot employ large-scale psyche weapon attacks,” he transmitted desperately.
He continued to resist with every ounce of his power, understanding clearly that his survival hinged on the True Saints of other factions joining the fray. Otherwise, even if he could persist for centuries or millennia in this clash, he would ultimately die.
“Indeed,” murmured one of the observing True Saints.
“True Saint Ming Jian’s strength is formidable, but he seems incapable of slaying True Saint Yan Huo directly.”
“Forget True Saint Yan Huo, even the other Immortal Court True Saints are still alive.”
Among the thousand-odd observing True Saints, restlessness grew. All understood that no matter how powerful True Saint Ming Jian might be, he could not possibly slaughter more than a thousand True Saints. Yet none could accurately gauge where his limits truly lay.
This uncertainty inspired the greatest fear among them. But as the Immortal Court True Saints threw themselves into battle with reckless abandon, the other True Saints began to glimpse the boundaries of True Saint Ming Jian’s power. Naturally, they started calculating their own odds of success.
Finally, after the two had clashed for what seemed an eternity, True Saint Yan Huo roared: “If you do not join now, I shall hand over the Chaos Nucleus!”
The thousand-odd True Saints from various factions understood the significance of this declaration. The breaking point had arrived.
If they did not act immediately, True Saint Yan Huo and the Immortal Court True Saints would retreat, surrendering the Chaos Nucleus rather than continuing this doomed battle. Once Yan Huo surrendered his Chaos Nucleus, they could no longer count on him fighting to the death.
“Kill!”
“Charge!”
“True Saint Ming Jian, hand over one Chaos Nucleus!”
As if by unspoken agreement, hundreds of previously inactive True Saints sprang into action. Like a tidal wave, they surged toward that lone figure in white robes.
In that moment, save for the hundred-odd True Saints of the Eldritch Court who had received explicit orders to stand down, nearly every True Saint from the other factions erupted into action. Once committed, they held nothing back.
As hundreds of True Saints unleashed their power simultaneously, spacetime itself quaked under the strain. Even Wu Yuan’s Golden Lotus domain was instantly torn asunder, forced to contract sharply under the overwhelming pressure.
“So you’ve come?” Wu Yuan’s voice carried a hint of satisfaction. “Finally lost your patience?” His piercing gaze swept across the temple, taking in the tide of attacks surging toward him from all directions.
This assault was several times more terrifying than the hundreds of puppets he had faced before. Yet he had anticipated this. These thousand-odd True Saints could not wait forever. They were bound to strike eventually.
“Haha! Ming Jian, if you do not hand over a Chaos Nucleus this time, you can forget about leaving alive!” True Saint Yan Huo howled with manic glee. “You thought to slay me and seize my Chaos Nucleus? You’ll be lucky to keep even one for yourself!”
“You’re too greedy,” he continued, nine staves attacking frantically, desperately entangling Wu Yuan’s mana body and preventing his retreat. “Two aren’t enough for you; you want them all? Please.”
True Saint Yan Huo now had only one thought: You won’t let me off easy? Then you won’t have it easy either.
“Junior Brother, should we hand over one Chaos Nucleus?” True Saint Meng Guan asked anxiously. Though he and the Blood Dream Alliance powerhouses were resisting with all their might, the numerical disparity was simply too great.
“I’m greedy?” Wu Yuan’s voice remained cold and steady. “That’s because I have sufficient strength.”
His eyes grew hazy, as if containing a vast megaverse within their depths. With a subtle gesture, an invisible fluctuation emanated from Wu Yuan, spreading outward in all directions like ripples in a pond.
Soul secret art! Self-created Dao, ultimate technique—Myriad Rebirths Tribulation.
With one thought, rebirth ends! The end of rebirth is also a tribulation. A murderous glint flashed in Wu Yuan’s eyes.
At this critical moment, he finally grasped that sliver of insight, evolving this ultimate technique to an even higher level—a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique.
Why such madness? Because Wu Yuan was confident he could hold onto two Chaos Nuclei. But to obtain three? That required a gamble! A risk!
Since taking the fourth step, Wu Yuan had constantly pondered the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation.
In the first Void Temple, the soul secret arts demonstrated by numerous puppets had inspired him to create the Psyche Dream Domain ultimate technique.
But repeatedly evolving the Dream Universe, manifesting the power of the Dream World in reality, had likewise allowed him to unleash the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation with ever-greater might. And in this moment, he finally achieved a breakthrough.
Over these billions of years, I’ve taken part in battle after bloody battle, several times forced into dire straits, yet remained unable to break through my limitations in combat. A thought flashed through his mind. Yet this time, without mortal danger, I’ve taken a crucial step forward.
Destiny was truly unfathomable.
Dao Zenithel ultimate technique—Myriad Rebirths Tribulation.
Hum~ A vast, endless universe seemed to descend upon them, encompassing countless worlds within it. These innumerable worlds were irresistible, instantly dragging the spirits of over a thousand True Saints within the temple into the worlds of rebirth.
Before this breakthrough, when Wu Yuan unleashed the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation, it took even Full True Saint powerhouses quite some time to regain clarity. Now? With this upgrade, its power had increased explosively! Even though the Dream Universe had yet to evolve into a Dream Megaverse, the terrifying might of the illusions already surpassed many soul secret arts unleashed by Dao Zenithels.
“Ah!”
“I?”
“Where is this?”
The once-imposing True Saints, including True Saint Shen Yan, True Saint Gui Chong, and True Saint Mu Jing, all wore expressions of confusion, unable to break free from the illusions.
Hmm? Even True Saint Yan Huo, the strongest among them, sank into a trance. Bewilderment filled his eyes.
While unleashing the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation, Wu Yuan deliberately ceased maintaining his domain, focusing all his efforts on sword arts instead.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sword lights filled the sky, destroying everything in their path and frantically bombarding the defenseless True Saint Yan Huo, sending him flying backward with a greatly weakened vital aura.
Hmm? As True Saint Yan Huo’s Eternal Psyche took damage, he finally snapped back to clarity. His eyes reflected fear and shock as he perceived his surroundings in astonishment.
How is this possible? In one thought, over a thousand True Saints sank into a trance, unable to awaken after so long? He was utterly shocked.
In real-world battles between eternal powerhouses, exchanges took place with blinding speed. Being able to trap an enemy for even an instant is already a killing move. The effectiveness of this technique meant that Ming Jian’s soul-extinguishing move far surpassed the True Saint level.
Retreat. True Saint Yan Huo decided. But just as he thought to withdraw, he felt an invisible force invade his mind, his eyes growing hazy once more.
Immediately after, True Saint Yan Huo instantly regained clarity, only to feel excruciating pain originating from the depths of his spirit, sweeping through him like wildfire.
Pain! Such excruciating pain! His facial features twisted uncontrollably.
Psyche weapon! He realized with horror. It’s a psyche weapon killing move! His eyes filled with terror as he understood why Cloud Saint had worn such an agonized expression when he died.
This technique erased layers of one’s consciousness and soul essence. How could it not be painful? It was a nightmare one would never forget!
Everything took place in a flash. Wu Yuan unleashed his psyche weapon’s killing move with full force, sacrificing 50% of his psyche power to obliterate nearly 90% of True Saint Yan Huo’s soul essence.
Yan Huo’s vital aura plummeted! His Eternal Psyche now bore countless cracks.
Though Wu Yuan’s mana body’s vital aura was also greatly diminished, it maintained its stability as he wielded his long sword, striking True Saint Yan Huo.
“Junior Brother, let me assist you.” A low roar tinged with delight rang out through the air.
Whoosh! A saber howled, fiercely chopping toward True Saint Yan Huo. The newcomer was none other than True Saint Meng Guan, who had somehow remained unaffected by Wu Yuan’s soul ultimate move.
“Junior Brother, this move of yours is too incredible,” True Saint Meng Guan transmitted, his voice thick with shock and joy. “One thought entrancing over a thousand True Saints, leaving them unable to awaken after so long. Too powerful! Even stronger than Senior Tian Xu!!”
“Senior Brother, save the talk for later,” Wu Yuan transmitted. “Let’s join forces to slay True Saint Yan Huo.”
Indeed! In terms of mastery over psyche dream illusions, the current Wu Yuan was undoubtedly peerless in the entire cosmic sea. Once he advanced to Dao Zenithel, evolving the Dream Universe into a Dream Megaverse, and obtaining the Samsara Sword, his strength would rival that of Goddess Nüwa herself.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Wu Yuan’s mana body and True Saint Meng Guan joined forces, frantically attacking the grievously injured True Saint Yan Huo. Earlier, Meng Guan would have struggled to intervene in a battle of this level. But now, both Wu Yuan’s mana body and True Saint Yan Huo were greatly weakened. This was especially so for Yan Huo; with nearly 90% of his spirit and soul essence obliterated, the power he could exert was slightly weaker than Meng Guan’s.
Wu Yuan used his remaining minimal psyche power to unleash the Myriad Rebirths Tribulation repeatedly, making it increasingly difficult for True Saint Yan Huo to resist as his injuries worsened by the moment.
In just a few breaths, the already grievously wounded True Saint Yan Huo’s Eternal Psyche teetered on the verge of collapse.
“Ming Jian, I’ll give you the Chaos Nucleus, I’ll give you all my treasures, how about it?” True Saint Yan Huo howled frantically, still struggling desperately. He knew that his fate rested entirely in Ming Jian’s hands.
“Junior Brother? Should we spare him?” True Saint Meng Guan looked to Wu Yuan for guidance.
Whoosh! What greeted True Saint Yan Huo was a tidal wave of sword lights. His Eternal Psyche shattered with a thunderous boom, his body utterly annihilated!
True Saint Yan Huo was dead.
Wu Yuan exhaled, waving his hand to collect all the treasures left behind by his fallen foe. With a mere thought, he located the golden crystal among the storage artifacts.
All three Chaos Nuclei were now in his possession.
“Senior Brother, let’s go.” Wu Yuan transformed into a streak of light. As he soared skyward, his penetrating gaze swept over the surrounding thousand-plus True Saints.
The hundred True Saints of the Eldritch Court had remained clear-headed throughout, while the thousand-plus who had fallen into the trance were now gradually awakening. However, all looked upon the white-robed figure with reverence and fear.
Silence reigned! Not a single person dared to obstruct him further.