Blind Old Man

The Buddha of the Precious Tree was both angry and anxious.

He has completely lost face today.

First, he was ruthlessly suppressed in a one-on-one battle with the old Daoist of Bai Shan. If the Barbarian Emperor hadn't appeared in time, he would have had to flee in defeat. But that was to be expected, since he was no match for the old Daoist of Bai Shan back then, so he could barely accept it.

But now.

This cowardly fellow, who appeared out of nowhere, actually managed to outdo him.

How could he possibly accept this?

He knew with his own eyes that even the Barbarian King was starting to doubt him. That slightly suspicious look made his face burn, and then he became even angrier.

Fortunately, the Barbarian King didn't show it too obviously, after all, it was a time to unite against the enemy.

He stood in mid-air, a black light power sweeping out from his body and landing on the Heavenly Wolf. In an instant, the Heavenly Wolf changed, splitting into another ferocious head.

The two-headed wolf looked Sha Qi and charged towards the crane with astonishing power.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan changed his expression slightly.

From this, he knew that the Barbarian Emperor had gone one step further than him, but he was not without the power to fight back.

"Right now, I haven't Spirituality recovered, but the gap between us isn't that big! You think you can take advantage of my misfortune and force me to join you? Impossible!"

The old Daoist priest of Bai Shan laughed heartily, and the crane spread its wings. Mountains and rivers appeared and disappeared around it, making the crane seem even more ethereal.

The two-headed wolf spewed black flames, suppressing the crane, but it was unable to gain any further advantage.

The barbarian king frowned.

He turned his head to look at the other side of the Battlefield and was stunned.

The Glazed Tree was being further bound by the white True Dragon, which seemed to be continuing its strangulation. Pieces of Buddhist light shattered, and many branches of the Glazed Tree broke off. Judging from the situation, it was unlikely that the dragon would come to its aid; in fact, the dragon might have to come to its aid.

"Just who is this person hiding in the shadows?" the Barbarian King asked in shock.

He had a fairly good understanding of the Buddha Baoshu's background. Although he was not as powerful as him and Zhenxuan True Lord, and his awakening from the long years was somewhat due to luck, he was not someone that just anyone could easily take advantage of.

Mount Zhenxuan was also completely silent.

The four ancient saints were locked in a fierce battle, their auras incredibly powerful. Even the slightest aftershocks caused immense pressure on the Celestial Person Realm experts, who had to retreat again and again, daring not to approach for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

They were also constantly speculating about who was behind the white True Dragon.

One rumored name after another flashed through my mind, but none of them could be confirmed.

"However... someone who can surpass the Buddha of the Precious Tree must not be an unknown figure!"

The crowd looked on with awe and wonder.

"Only today did I realize that so many ancient saints are still hidden in the world. They did not ascend to immortality, but lived to this day. Now that they have all appeared, does it mean that something big is about to happen?" someone whispered.

There is no shortage of clever people in the world; they were able to glean some clues from the conversations of several ancient sages.

However, I dared not make any further speculations, and felt a sense of unease.

The ancient sages certainly did not appear in the world without a reason.

This likely involves a major secret.

"Get out here!" The angry shout of the Buddha of the Precious Tree resounded.

He was extremely angry.

Golden light emanated from his body as he continuously increased his power output, merging it into the Glazed Tree. The tree swayed, and seven-colored light converged, transforming into a palm that seemed intent on grasping the white dragon.

But then the white dragon roared, and with a spit from its mouth, a white ribbon transformed into a divine sword and shot out.

The unparalleled sharpness of his Sword Intent even caught the attention of the old Daoist priest from Bai Shan.

With a single slash of the divine sword, the five fingers of the seven-colored Buddha's palm were cleanly severed, leaving it bald and looking rather comical.

To the Buddha of the Precious Tree, who could have shattered them with a single sword strike, only five fingers were severed instead.

The person hiding in the shadows is probably not my enemy.

The Buddha of the Precious Tree could no longer hold back:

How dare you insult me!

His eyes blazed with fury, and his entire body condensed into golden light, as if he had become a golden statue.

The barbarian emperor's expression changed:

"Buddha, no!"

But words of advice could not calm the enraged Buddha.

He opened his mouth and spat out a drop of golden blood, which shot out and merged into the Glazed Treasure Tree. In an instant, the aura of the Glazed Treasure Tree surged, and its seven-colored light burst forth, breaking free from the white True Dragon's restraints in a flash.

Moreover, the seven-colored light was incredibly sharp, carrying a power that could dissolve everything, seemingly even the void itself.

In a flash, the white True Dragon's tail was annihilated.

Ning Qi opened his eyes, a look of surprise in them.

What was that drop of golden blood?

He could sense that the power of the Glazed Treasure Tree had grown considerably, and the Martial Saint power within the Yu King Pearl alone was probably Law Power. However, he remained calm, as he still possessed a primordial divine Sword Qi nurtured within his body, which was still his strongest trump card to date.

He has never used it since the Three Flowers Perfection.

The old Daoist priest of Bai Shan gave a light shout:

"Baoshu, you're quite willing to go this far. But do you really want to fight to the death today? If you do, then leave now, and this old Daoist will not pursue your offense this time."

But the Buddha of the Precious Tree sneered, his pale face giving him a somewhat ferocious look.

"I sacrificed a drop of my spiritual blood, paid such a price, and you expect me to retreat now? That's wishful thinking!"

Above the sky.

The Glazed Treasure Tree shone brightly, its power even surpassing that of the Two-Headed Heavenly Wolf and the Crane, becoming the most dazzling presence on the field. Originally, it was the White Dragon that bound the Buddha Tree, but now it was the Buddha Tree that suppressed the White Dragon. The roles of offense and defense were reversed, and the white True Dragon was already somewhat disheveled, constantly dodging and weaving. Even so, it was still constantly struck by the seven-colored light.

The barbarian king fell silent. Since he had paid the price, he had to get something back today, or he would suffer a great loss.

But Ning Qi's eyes remained calm; he was looking for an opportunity.

The innate divine Sword Qi either doesn't make a move, or if it does, it must achieve great results.

The seven-colored light of the crystal tree fell from time to time, like sharp blades, precisely cutting through the palace wherever it passed. The guests were horrified and retreated again and again. The Buddha of the crystal tree was already burning with rage and no longer cared about anything.

Seeing this, the old Daoist priest from Bai Shan became furious.

"Alright, alright! Let's see who has the deeper foundation!"

An aura surged within him, and spiritual blood was about to condense. Ning Qi frowned slightly, preparing to make his move. He was merely waiting for the right opportunity, but it would be a loss to make the old Daoist of Bai Shan pay a heavy price to fight the enemy.

Although he didn't know what that spiritual blood was, he figured it must be very important to them.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stopped moving.

In fact.

He wasn't the only one.

Almost simultaneously, the three ancient saints all looked in the same direction. The old Daoist of Bai Shan, who was about to fight to the death, also stopped and his breathing gradually calmed down. Everyone was surprised and looked in the direction of the three ancient saints.

Then I saw an ordinary-looking blind old man slowly walking towards me, leaning on his cane.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of the white cane striking the bluestone was rhythmic. It should have been a very soft sound, but it grew louder and louder with each step the blind old man took. In the end, it was like the beating of a drum, resounding in everyone's hearts.

The guests were all horrified.

In the blink of an eye, the blind old man was already upon them.

"Gentlemen, let's stop."

An aged voice rang out.

The old man raised his slightly empty eyes and looked at the three ancient saints.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan spoke:

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but these two have come to my door, so I have no choice but to be fully prepared."

The blind old man looked at the barbarian king and the Buddha of the precious tree.

The barbarian king remained silent.

The Buddha of the Precious Tree, however, was filled with resentment and frustration. He had just expended a drop of spiritual blood, and if he gave up now, wouldn't he be losing a fortune? He was unwilling to accept this.

The blind old man shook his head and sighed softly:

Why waste time and energy on internal conflicts?

With a casual toss, his white cane shot into the sky, growing longer in the wind until it transformed into a giant pillar. The pillar, suspended in mid-air, stood between the Buddha tree and the True Dragon. With just a slight tremor, the Buddha tree's seven-colored light all reversed, and the crystal tree emitted a crisp sound, seemingly trembling. Even after falling into the Buddha's hand, it continued to tremble. The white True Dragon was also thrown away by a force.

The Buddha of the Precious Tree looked at the old man in disbelief, his face filled with shock.

The barbarian king's expression grew increasingly solemn.

The blind old man remained silent.

The giant pillar pierced the sky once more.

First, sweep away the Sirius; second, draw the Crane.

The fierce and invincible Heavenly Wolf and Crane, which were originally like a peerless beast king, were instantly destroyed, turning into primal power that surged back. The Barbarian King and the Bai Shan Daoist both shuddered and uncontrollably took a few steps back.

The way the two looked at the blind old man also changed.

"Your Excellency..." the Barbarian King began.

But he was interrupted by the blind old man:

"What happened today was my oversight. Now that you have all returned, rules need to be established. I do not wish to see such things happen again. As for fortuitous opportunity, that depends on your own abilities."

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan remained silent, then bowed respectfully.

The barbarian king and his companion looked extremely grim.

This naturally refers to the two men's attempt to force the old Daoist priest of Bai Shan to make a vow. Originally, their plan was to take advantage of the situation to strengthen their own forces, but now it seems that this method is different. With the blind old man's words, it's unlikely that anyone will dare to do this again.

The barbarian king finally bowed in return.

As for the Buddha of the Precious Tree, he felt as if he had swallowed a fly. He was somewhat frustrated, but he dared not be presumptuous in front of this blind old man, at least not now.

The blind old man waved his hand, and the giant pillar in the sky transformed back into his cane. He glanced at the depths of the True Profound Sect, seemingly somewhat surprised, and then slowly turned around.

The white cane tapped on the bluestone.

It continued to make a thumping sound, which gradually diminished until it was barely audible.

But no one dared to breathe loudly.

Only after the old man's figure had completely disappeared did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

If the ancient sages gave people a sense of power and awe, then this blind old man gave people a sense of boundlessness, like an abyss that cannot be looked at directly.

The old Daoist priest in Bai Shan looked on with a sigh, but his gaze towards the blind old man's back was filled with more admiration than anything else.

He knew some of the inside stories and was aware of the hardships the elderly had faced.

He was not merely yielding to the old man's power, but also respecting his actions.

Today's events.

At this point, it was impossible to continue.

It was somewhat anticlimactic, but the appearance of the blind old man at the end was perhaps even more shocking than the battle between the ancient saints, leaving everyone still unsettled.

The Barbarian King took a deep breath and cupped his hands in greeting to the old Daoist priest from Bai Shan:

"My True Lord, I have offended you greatly today, but it was all just precautionary measure. Please forgive True Lord."

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan gave a soft hum, and ultimately waved his hand slightly.

The barbarian king surveyed the crowd, then vanished into thin air.

The Buddha of the Precious Tree had a somber expression that seemed to drip water.

He has truly lost face and dignity today, but there's nothing he can do about it.

He gave the old Daoist priest of Bai Shan a cold glance, then waved his hand, leading the monks away into the void.

In an instant.

The previously chaotic battle at Zhenxuan Mountain suddenly fell silent, making everyone feel as if it were a dream.

"What exactly is the identity of that blind old man that could make all the ancient saints stop fighting?" This was the question in everyone's mind.

Some people frowned, deep in thought.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"I remember now, this person's appearance seems somewhat similar to the Listening Wind Elder, who is ranked first on the Celestial Person Ranking! However, the Listening Wind Elder appears and disappears without a trace, and very few people have seen his true face."

"But... even someone like Senior Tingfeng shouldn't be this powerful, right?"

"That's an ancient sage... Unless, the Old Man Listening to the Wind is just one of this senior's identities."

Whispers began.

The crowd seemed to have discovered the blind old man's true identity, but they weren't sure.

Everything before my eyes was simply too bizarre.

Aside from the three ancient saints, the person most familiar with the blind old man among those present was none other than Ning Qi.

now.

Ning Qi's eyes showed surprise.

He hid deep within the True Profound Sect, and neither the Barbarian Emperor nor the Precious Tree Buddha could discover his true form. However, the blind old man did see him, and correspondingly, Ning Qi also sensed the presence of the blind old man.

"That's... the old storyteller who recounted the legend of the Martial Saint who slew the heavens!"

Ning Qi was somewhat shocked.

He had personally visited the town Ye Qinghe had mentioned years ago, and even stayed there for a while, having a long period of contact with the old man, but he had not discovered any clues, only vaguely feeling that he was extraordinary.

But now, after the old man made his move, he immediately felt an irresistible force.

"He's definitely Martial Saint! And not just any ordinary Martial Saint!"

He could still feel the trembling of the Yu Wang Pearl, and he even felt that even if he used his innate divine Sword Qi, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Could it be... that he is the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint?" Ning Qi couldn't help but wonder.

What he saw today made him realize that there was such an unknown side to this world.

Not only are there many ancient sages who have survived to the present day through various means.

There is also Martial Saint who walks among the people, but he is unknown to the world.

He originally thought he had already reached the pinnacle of the world and only needed to be wary of that Great Flame Martial Saint, but now it seems that he still needs to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and continue to work hard.

The true face of the world was gradually being revealed to him, and the many secrets it revealed only fueled his desire to understand it.

He couldn't help but look towards the old Bai Shan priest in the distance, hoping to find some answers today.