"Manifesting Sage Erlang?"
Dao of Death stroked his chin and muttered, inwardly complaining, "What an obnoxiously grand title... even louder than mine..."
Yang Jian braced his right hand against his knee and tried to rise. The Black Light erupting from his forehead grew increasingly intense.
At that moment, he was immersed in memories of the past. The Dao Fruit within him spun madly, and his mana began to surge out of control.
The ground beneath his feet began to shake violently, while the spiritual energy around him rushed toward him at a speed that left the Sacred Gate disciples dumbfounded.
"What is this?"
Great Immortal Changde widened his eyes. The Azure Dragon Progenitor and Sword Venerable Yuxiao beside him also lost their composure.
Was this man about to undergo tribulation?
A half-Saint undergoing tribulation!
To become a Saint!
The three Saints found it utterly absurd. How could anyone become a Saint through tribulation while heavily injured?
Wasn't that far too fantastical?
Dao of Death also widened his eyes. He had thought Yang Jian had gone mad, but he had not expected a miracle to truly happen.
No wonder Qin Jun trusted him so much.
Patriarch Bodhi, Xuandu, and Daoist Lu Ya all sucked in cold breaths. Injured to such a state, and he could still break through?
Qin Jun, however, began to laugh. He raised both hands as if embracing the heavens and laughed wildly. "My Yang Jian, what are you waiting for!"
"Hurry up and become a Saint!"
His voice spread in all directions, causing everyone who heard it to cry out in alarm.
Become a Saint?
The Sacred Gate disciples and elders felt their scalps tingle in disbelief. The sound traveled through the black hole into the Outer Universe, throwing the generals and soldiers of the Great Qin