Who the Hell Said This Was a Half-Saint?

A task ruined at the last step!

That was exactly it. Ye Xiwen had been only one step away. If he had merely kept fighting a little longer, just a little longer, he could have entered the Late Stage Half-step Great Saint realm. At that point, he would truly be only half a step away from the Great Saint realm, and he could begin making real preparations for breaking through.

He had originally planned to consider his breakthrough after returning from Medicine King Valley. But now that he had a chance to break through early, he naturally would not give it up. With this age of chaos about to descend, the sooner he broke through, the better.

Yet after a bloody battle, just when he had been one step away from breaking through, Gongyang Yongfeng died. His blood and vital energy had run dry, and he perished.

In the end, Gongyang Yongfeng had failed to hold on until after killing Ye Xiwen before passing away. Instead, he directly breathed his last.

That feeling of being about to cross the threshold, only to fail to do so, left Ye Xiwen so depressed he could vomit blood.

"Ancestor!"

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

After a moment of silence, the Thousand Plant Sect members finally reacted. They flew to Gongyang Yongfeng's side and saw that he was already emaciated, little more than skin stretched over bones. That battle had consumed the last of his blood and vital energy. Now that he was dead, his entire body looked like a skeleton draped in human skin, a sight that made one's hair stand on end.

The Thousand Plant Sect disciples looked at Ye Xiwen with incomparably venomous eyes. They had originally come to attend the Dao Discussion Assembly organized by several Grandmaster Alchemists. It was not only wandering