Not walking much further, Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi discovered two figures hovering over a lake.
One of the hunched figures appeared somewhat aged, and its physique was extremely peculiar; although humanoid, it was not human.
The dark green skin on its body looked incredibly ancient and thick, with scattered spots on its face. On its back, it carried a turtle shell, and the patterns on the shell shimmered with faint light, profoundly esoteric and complex.
The other figure was a young man with long hair cascading down to his waist. His face was indifferent, and his gaze was as calm as water, eternally unchanging, as if nothing could cause his emotions to fluctuate.
The terrifying aura emanating from him represented the powerful cultivation of the Saint Realm.
"Human, I do not know why your strength has suddenly become so great, but if you want to snatch this Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus from my hands, you are still not qualified."
After exchanging several blows with the man, the Saint Realm great demon and the man separated simultaneously.
The Saint Realm great demon looked extremely old, yet its aura was as boundlessly thick as Mount Tai, giving off a sense of ultimate weightiness.
The man's aura was the exact opposite. His sharp aura was like a piercing spear; just standing there, he exuded endless oppression and a stinging sensation.
"Old Turtle, I mean no offense, but I must take this Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus. If there is anything you need, you can say it. If I have it, I believe we can make an exchange."
The man looked calmly at the Saint Realm Old Turtle before him, a faint smile on his face. His amiable appearance was a stark contrast to his earlier clamoring demeanor.
The Old Turtle snorted coldly, "Since you want to exchange, then bring a Nine-Colored Sacred Lotus to trade."
Hearing this, even the man's cheek couldn't help but twitch. If he had a Nine-Colored Sacred Lotus, why would he come for your Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus?
"Sigh, since that is the case, then I can only apologize. I am determined to get this Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus."
Since an exchange was impossible, the man did not waste any more words with the Old Turtle. The Saint Yuan on his body violently surged, and he shot forward, engaging in battle with the Old Turtle.
"Hmph!"
The Old Turtle snorted coldly, its mountain-like weightiness becoming even more pronounced as it raised a hand to parry.
"Boom! Boom!!"
The terrifying Saint Might clashed together, erupting into intense vibrations. The water in the lake below was blasted into waves thousands of feet high. The violent impact even snapped the surrounding towering ancient trees, sweeping out in all directions.
Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi hid in the distance, forcefully enduring this terrifying impact.
Mo Tianxiao tugged at his clothes, and the golden patterns autonomously triggered, blocking the residual shockwaves.
Yun Sangyi's method was much simpler. She shrank entirely behind Mo Tianxiao, pressing tightly against him to prevent being blown away by the residual shockwaves.
"Young Master Ye! We should quickly leave this place! Otherwise, our lives might be in danger!"
Yun Sangyi shouted at the top of her lungs, yet in the face of this terrifying commotion, her voice was like a stone dropping into the ocean, completely failing to reach Mo Tianxiao's ears.
Mo Tianxiao was in no mood to pay attention to her at this moment. Instead, he stared with disbelieving eyes at the two battling figures, a violent shock surging in his heart.
"Xiao Fan!?"
Who else could the man fighting the Saint Realm demonic beast be, if not Xiao Fan?
Mo Tianxiao could mistake anyone, but he would never mistake Xiao Fan. Let alone the fact that the other party had grown long hair, even if he was reduced to a mere skeleton, Mo Tianxiao would not misidentify him.
Stormy waves surged in his heart; at this moment, no words could describe the utter absurdity he felt.
How long has it been, and this guy Xiao Fan has become a Saint?!!
Even for a Child of Destiny, his cultivation couldn't possibly progress this fast! Could it be that a Great Emperor powerhouse transmitted their power to him??
Mo Tianxiao's mind was a bit chaotic. If all Children of Destiny were as terrifying as Xiao Fan, what was the point of even trying? He might as well go home and play with mud. Even with cheats, he couldn't outplay these Children of Destiny.
However, in just a moment, Mo Tianxiao calmed down, his gaze carefully observing every detail of Xiao Fan's battle.
"No matter what angle you look at it, this idiot is Xiao Fan, it's just..."
Upon careful observation, he finally noticed something amiss. "So that's how it is."
After a flash of golden light in his eyes, Mo Tianxiao finally understood the situation.
He knew there was no way Xiao Fan could change so drastically and break through to the Saint Realm in just over ten years. It turned out he had invited a substitute fighter to possess his body.
His actual cultivation was only at the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm.
Even so, Mo Tianxiao couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. It had only been a dozen years, yet the other party's cultivation could barely keep up with his own progress. Clearly, his fortuitous encounters over the years were not small.
Considering that the other party carried the remnant soul of a Great Emperor, he could understand it.
After all, with a Great Emperor powerhouse providing personal guidance, such rapid progress was normal.
After all, every Child of Destiny had their own unique fortuitous encounters.
Just like Nangong Wan: possessing Immortal Bones was her fortuitous encounter, taking Yue Liuli as her master was her fortuitous encounter, and obtaining the Void Emperor's inheritance to freely enjoy the shortcuts brought by the Time Tower was also her fortuitous encounter.
For a Child of Destiny like Xiao Fan, it was the same. The form of their fortuitous encounters might vary, but the magnitude of these opportunities was not vastly different.
Seeing Xiao Fan's high-spirited appearance, daring to snatch things from a Saint Realm demonic beast, one could tell how comfortably he had lived these past years.
"Good heavens, without me, you're actually doing better and better."
Mo Tianxiao felt a bit disgruntled in his heart. He adjusted his attire, covered his head well, and calculated in his mind how to scheme against Xiao Fan.
He had originally thought about finding an opportunity later to make a special trip to the Western Regions to figure out a way to resolve the trouble that was Xiao Fan. He didn't expect the other party to run this far, actually crossing several major regions to come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Since they had run into each other, he naturally wouldn't let go of any opportunity to mess with the other party.
The grudge between the two had long been forged, and it was at a point where it could not be eased.
After all, the enmity of having one's balls busted twice was something no man could ever endure.
The fact that he was hunted by the Blood God Palace might very well have something to do with Xiao Fan.
Other than the other party, he truly couldn't think of anyone else who would hire assassins from the Blood God Palace to kill him.
While Mo Tianxiao stood there pondering, Yun Sangyi behind him was suffering terribly. The residual shockwaves from the clash of Saint Realm powerhouses caused her vital energy and blood to churn, making her whole body uncomfortable.
She could only press tightly behind Mo Tianxiao, wishing she could lift his clothes and stick herself inside.
Feeling the softness behind him pressing tighter and tighter, Mo Tianxiao finally snapped back to reality, remembering Yun Sangyi's existence.
He immediately unfastened one side of his clothes, pulled her into his embrace, and wrapped her inside the Thousand Illusions Sacred Garment, thus preventing her from being shaken to death by the residual shockwaves.
It wasn't easy to encounter someone as persevering as Yun Sangyi, so he couldn't let her die just like that; she would be of great use later.
Wrapped in the Quasi-Saint Weapon, Yun Sangyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, she realized that her current situation seemed a bit delicate.
Her entire body was leaning into Mo Tianxiao's embrace, her head pressed tightly against his chest, to the point where she could even feel his deep and powerful heartbeat.
She instantly felt a wave of heat; her entire face became burning hot, and a blush spread all the way down to her snow-white neck.
But in the next second, she came to her senses.
Was this not the perfect opportunity she had been waiting for!?
If she didn't strike now, then when!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
