Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1194: Limitless Chaos, Slaying A True Saint (3)

Boom! The surging golden light lashed out in desperate fury, attempting to impede Wu Yuan’s relentless march, yet it couldn’t make him budge in the slightest. He traversed the river of space and time as casually as if strolling across level ground.

This impossible sight deeply shocked the three Saints of the Immortal Court, who stared in disbelief at the unfolding battle. True Saint Xiao Yao, who by all accounts should have been invincible within the River of Universes, was somehow unable to defeat a mere sempiternal lifeform?

“Wu Yuan, your physical defense nearly matches that of a True Saint? No wonder you dare to be so arrogant.” True Saint Xiao Yao’s voice betrayed the astonishment churning in his heart.

How could a sempiternal lifeform possess such formidable physical defense? It defied all logic!

At the same time, Wu Yuan’s taunting words had alerted True Saint Xiao Yao to a stark reality: if they continued battling like this, he would certainly be unable to withstand Wu Yuan’s onslaught. His time was limited.

Even now, True Saint Xiao Yao could feel the pressure from the essence of the River of Universes bearing down upon him, growing stronger with each passing moment until it eventually exceeded his capacity to endure. When that moment came, his power would begin to decline rapidly.

Therefore, he had to kill Wu Yuan before his strength waned, or at the very least force him to retreat, buying time to devise another strategy.

“Wu Yuan, you’re courting death,” True Saint Xiao Yao growled. “Today, I’ll send you to the afterlife.”

As his roar echoed through the void, the boundless golden light that had been diffused throughout space suddenly contracted, swiftly transforming into nine gleaming golden short staves. Each staff was infused with terrifying power, wielding immense might in True Saint Xiao Yao’s hands.

Boom! True Saint Xiao Yao took a decisive step forward, rapidly closing the distance to Wu Yuan. He unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast staff strikes that shattered layer upon layer of spacetime with each blow.

Close combat!

“Come on then, True Saint Xiao Yao!” Wu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he swung his sabers to meet the onslaught, matching the True Saint’s ferocity with his own.

Bang! Clang! The powerful exchanges sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Each collision between sabers and golden staves produced devastating aftershocks, causing the spacetime under their control to collapse under the strain.

The three Saints of the Immortal Court, though at a safe distance, could still roughly discern that True Saint Xiao Yao held a slight upper hand in the exchange.

Boom! Suddenly, one of the golden staves lashed out, striking Wu Yuan’s body with crushing force.

The silver battle armor withstood the blow!

Rumble! Wu Yuan’s body was sent flying backward by the impact, yet remarkably, his vital aura didn’t diminish in the slightest. His form barely wavered as he absorbed the attack with seemingly effortless resilience.

What? He took my staff strike head-on without even a flicker in his vital aura? True Saint Xiao Yao stared in disbelief, finding the sight impossible to accept. Even if his physical defense is strong, how could his body withstand that?

This shouldn’t be possible! True Saint Xiao Yao’s heart raced with growing anxiety.

It was like an ordinary person wearing iron armor—a hammer blow might not damage the armor itself, but it should still shatter the internal organs beneath. In True Saint Xiao Yao’s view, Wu Yuan was ultimately just a sempiternal lifeform, so his physical body shouldn’t possess such extraordinary tenacity.

But the reality before him was undeniable—his attacks seemed to have no effect on Wu Yuan whatsoever.

“True Saint Xiao Yao, are those staves of yours meant to tickle me?” Wu Yuan laughed as he strode confidently across spacetime, his voice dripping with mockery. “Too weak! Far too weak!”

His eyes narrowed. “Now taste my saber!”

Wu Yuan’s form blurred as he lunged forward once more, engaging True Saint Xiao Yao in another fierce clash.

Clang! Clang! The two combatants collided again and again, locked in a brutal struggle. Though True Saint Xiao Yao held the absolute advantage, he simply couldn’t overcome Wu Yuan’s indomitable defense.

“This is…”

“He’s too strong!”

“This Wu Yuan can actually fight on par with a True Saint?” The three Saints of the Immortal Court, who had already retreated to a safer distance, trembled inwardly with growing trepidation.

They had originally been reluctant to join this mission, but were compelled by True Saint Xiao Yao’s authority. Now the situation seemed to be spiraling beyond their control.

…

Not only were True Saint Xiao Yao and the Immortal Court Saints shocked and shaken, but True Saint Taiyuan, True Saint Bu Xiu, and Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang—observing from afar in the distant reaches of spacetime—were also filled with astonishment at the spectacle unfolding before them.

“Wu Yuan’s physical defense… It’s beyond comprehension!”

“He seems able to completely ignore True Saint Xiao Yao’s soul attacks as well, which are renowned for their effectiveness.”

“To fight a True Saint to such a degree?” The three observers marveled inwardly, struck with awe at the display.

Wu Yuan was simply too powerful.

The strength he displayed continued to erupt, repeatedly surpassing their wildest imaginations! It even sparked their curiosity—how could Wu Yuan, ostensibly a mere sempiternal lifeform, possess such incredible strength?

“However,” Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang observed softly, “Wu Yuan will find it exceedingly difficult to kill Xiao Yao.”

“Kill Xiao Yao?”

“This…” True Saint Taiyuan and True Saint Bu Xiu exchanged glances, their faces flickering with surprise. But after a moment’s reflection, they had to admit that Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s assessment was sound.

At present, True Saint Xiao Yao held the absolute advantage in raw power.

As time passed and the pressure from the River of Universes’ essence increased, True Saint Xiao Yao’s power would gradually weaken, eventually turning the tide of battle. However, killing True Saint Xiao Yao would still be extraordinarily difficult.

True Saint Xiao Yao had descended through his Saint Realm anchor point. Although he could no longer escape through that anchor point—Wu Yuan certainly wouldn’t allow him that opportunity—if Xiao Yao was determined to flee, he could easily find a weak point in the fabric of the River of Universes before his power completely waned, tear through its constraints, and escape into the cosmic sea.

True Saints were notoriously difficult to kill.

“Hmm?” Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s eyes narrowed as he abruptly turned his head, sensing something approaching. He said in a low, cautious voice: “Other True Saints are coming. It’s An Yu and Yun Hai.”

“Indeed, they are from Nine Peaks,” True Saint Bu Xiu confirmed, having sensed their approach as well.

“All the other True Saints only dare to watch from afar. These two are the only ones bold enough to get involved,” True Saint Taiyuan observed, his eyes flashing with a hint of cold light. “It seems Nine Peaks has decided to interfere directly.”

Among the eleven True Saints of the Ling Jiang Universe, quite a few belonged to different factions. True Saint An Yu and True Saint Yun Hai were affiliated with the powerful Nine Peaks faction.

“The two of you haven’t been exposed yet,” Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang said softly. “The three of us would be sufficient to keep those two in check.”

The three of them had arrived very early, allowing True Saint Bu Xiu and True Saint Taiyuan to conceal their auras beneath Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s presence. As long as they didn’t unleash their power, the other True Saints wouldn’t be able to detect them.

However, just as Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang and his companions could sense the newcomers, True Saint An Yu, True Saint Yun Hai, and True Saint Xiao Yao could likewise detect Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s presence.

Time ticked by, second by second.

True Saint An Yu and True Saint Yun Hai were rapidly approaching the Ling Jiang Saintdom of the Eldritch Court.

Just as Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang and True Saint Taiyuan prepared to intercept them, a flicker of surprise crossed Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s eyes, his voice tinged with disbelief: “Wu Yuan says that we shouldn’t obstruct True Saint An Yu and True Saint Yun Hai. Let them pass.”

“Let True Saint An Yu and True Saint Yun Hai through?”

“This…” True Saint Bu Xiu and True Saint Taiyuan exchanged stunned glances, hardly able to believe what they were hearing.

“I’ve received the message as well,” True Saint Bu Xiu confirmed in a low voice.

A gleam of light flashed through True Saint Taiyuan’s eyes as he too received the message from Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self.

“Let them pass. We’ll follow Wu Yuan’s instructions,” Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang said gravely.

Though True Saint Taiyuan and True Saint Bu Xiu hesitated briefly, they ultimately chose to respect Wu Yuan’s mysterious directive.

…

Boom! Boom! Two figures, radiating eternal Dao resonance and exuding vast, overwhelming auras, traversed the Spacetime Intersection Layer at a speed that defied the limits of the universe’s operation.

One black, one white.

They were none other than True Saint An Yu and True Saint Yun Hai of Nine Peaks.

“Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang didn’t try to stop us?” True Saint An Yu mused, her black robes flowing around her eerily beautiful and alluring feminine visage.

“It is strange indeed,” True Saint Yun Hai agreed in a low, cautious voice. “By all rights, with Wu Yuan and True Saint Xiao Yao locked in combat, Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang should have moved to block our path. Could this be some kind of trap?”

As True Saint Eternals, their perceptions were incredibly keen, allowing them to easily sense everything within the vast expanse of spacetime around them.

All was quiet.

Apart from Eldritch Progenitor Luan Jiang’s presence, which loomed like an immense, radiant sun demanding caution, there was nothing else worthy of their attention.