Ancient Saints Couldn't Do It, But I, Ning Qi, Did

A moment later.

Everyone from the Crimson Sun Sect prostrated themselves on the ground in horror. An incomparably terrifying pressure enveloped the void, and the biting cold seemed to freeze their very souls.

A cold voice, suppressing boundless rage, rang out:

"You treacherous dog, Heavenly Sword, you're asking for death!"

Everyone's mind went blank.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint quickly pulled back the Purple Moon Martial Saint, who was about to go berserk, and whispered:

"Sister Ziyue, don't worry."

Purple Moon Martial Saint's eyes were filled with sorrow:

"Brother, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this! That scoundrel, the Heavenly Sword Dog, severed your arm and stole the Great Sun Compass. This is an act of obstruction! No matter what his mysterious origins are, I will fight him!"

A hint of hatred also rose in the eyes of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint. He took a deep breath and said:

"I dare not forget this hatred, but now that the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint has just suppressed four Martial Saint, he has made it clear that we cannot engage in internal strife, and we cannot provoke him at this critical juncture. Otherwise, we will neither be able to kill that Heavenly Sword traitor, nor will we offend the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint."

Purple Moon Martial Saint looked indignant:

"How can the Martial Saint be so biased? It was clearly that the treacherous Tian Jian dog who was at fault first. If he acts this way just to avoid internal strife, then he is only putting on a show of harmony while harboring resentment."

Chiyang Martial Saint Path:

"There's no point in saying that now. We just need to wait quietly for an opportunity, an opportunity when the Heavenly Martial Saint is out of reach. Then we'll crush the Heavenly Sword traitor with lightning speed. Even if the Heavenly Martial Saint is angry, he'll be helpless and will ultimately have to let the matter drop."

Purple Moon Martial Saint's eyes flashed:

You mean?

"That's right, the day the Spirituality revives!" A hint of Blood Qi flashed in his eyes. "The Blood Rain of the Martial Saint will be just the right opportunity for my brother and me to reach even greater heights!"

immediately.

He then said somewhat apologetically:

"It's just that for now, Ziyue, you'll have to keep a low profile so that that treacherous swordsman will be on guard. When that happens, we siblings can join forces to catch him off guard and help you reach new heights. There might be opportunities for us in the fortuitous opportunity!"

Purple Moon Martial Saint nodded and said:

"As long as it can avenge you, brother, what harm is there in me hiding for now?"

The brother and sister exchanged a smile.

then.

The entire Chiyang Sect received a decree: No one is to divulge today's events, or they will be punished with physical annihilation!

Nobody knows.

The Purple Moon Martial Saint has been resurrected and returned, and is now living in seclusion within the Crimson Sun Sect.

Dao-Seeking Courtyard.

A gentle breeze stirs the tea trees, causing their leaves to ripple and spread lushly over the courtyard, releasing a unique and intoxicating fragrance.

Ning Qi was meditating with his eyes closed.

In his mind, countless flashes of inspiration were splashing and surging. The results of all the experiments he had conducted with the Blade Demon during this period were blossoming. Streams of inspiration intertwined and were then sorted out by Ning Qi. The sense of accomplishment was indescribable to outsiders.

Without realizing it.

A wisp of Spiritual Qi had already appeared at his fingertips.

He opened his eyes, his expression resolute, and three flowers gathered above his head, from which a wisp of Spiritual Qi shot straight upwards.

This was Ning Qi's first attempt at refining Spiritual Qi on his own.

The Spiritual Qi hovered above his head, but he didn't rush to absorb it into his body.

Buzz!

A peerless Sword Intent soared into the sky, hovering beside him. An invisible sword could be vaguely seen. When this Sword Intent appeared, the originally stable Spiritual Qi began to fluctuate slightly, and an invisible pulling force appeared, albeit somewhat weak.

But that's not all.

Following closely behind the Sword Intent, a terrifying saber intent also rose up, running parallel to the Sword Intent.

The Spiritual Qi is even more strongly drawn to it.

Ning Qi's eyes flashed with golden light, and his aura exploded.

In an instant.

Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, countless martial arts concepts are rising up.

There are guns that can pierce through everything, fists that can suppress the world, fire that can burn everything, and thunder that is incomparably domineering...

Numerous strange phenomena appeared around Ning Qi, a magnificent sight unseen by anyone else.

The myriad realms of artistic conception are scenes beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Ning Qi's body trembled slightly.

This was not the limit of his comprehension, but it was approaching the limit of his Divine Intent.

"But... that's enough!"

His eyes were incredibly bright. At this moment, the wisp of Spiritual Qi was being drawn to its limit and was trembling constantly, as if it would collapse in the next instant. Ning Qi could feel that some terrifying substance was about to be released, and the location of the life poison had been located.

"Give it to me, melt it!"

He roared inwardly.

The next moment.

Each conception transformed into a torrent, surging into the three flowers.

Buzz!

Each element of artistic conception incorporated into it caused the three flowers to tremble slightly, resulting in a magical transformation.

As the final artistic conception was integrated.

The three flowers have fully bloomed.

Ning Qi felt that his spirit had reached an incomparably peculiar state. He vaguely sensed an incredibly magical power surging from the high heavens and from every inch of space around him.

Among the three flowers, an invisible flame appeared and burned quietly.

Ning Qi made a decisive decision.

The wisp of Spiritual Qi, which had been waiting for a long time and was constantly trembling, was poured into it.

Boom!

The invisible fire surged instantly, devouring the Spiritual Qi. In Ning Qi's perception, the life-threatening poison, which was like a leech, was completely reduced to nothingness under the scorching flames, and the Spiritual Qi released an incomparably vibrant aura.

Ning Qi was overjoyed. With a thought, the purified Spiritual Qi immediately entered his body, following various mysterious paths to merge into one of his five internal organs and transform into spiritual power. There were none of the terrifying and strange phenomena that the Blade Demon had experienced before.

That concludes the discussion.

The mission is accomplished.

Ning Qi smiled, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Ning Qi accomplished what the ancient sages could not.

"By fusing the myriad realms of intent with the three flowers to form the Nirvana Flame, and connecting with higher-dimensional power to remove the life-threatening poison, this is... the Myriad Realms Nirvana Method."

"With this Myriad Paths Nirvana Technique, the Spiritual Qi I absorb will be completely free from the life poison, and I won't have to suffer the pain of the life poison like others. It's just a pity that only I know this technique."

The myriad realms of understanding are beyond human reach; only Ning Qi, with his Ning Qi comprehension, could possibly achieve this, using one method to deduce all methods.

"However, he cannot advance to the Martial Saint level yet."

It's very simple.

Because the Spirituality wasn't strong enough.

Ning Qi's numerous experiments only involved extracting and fusing the spiritual energy from the Spirituality Martial Saint's treasure. This amount was fine for testing, but it was impossible to use it to advance to the Martial Saint. Moreover, he harbored ambitions to break through several realms by leveraging the impact of the Spirituality energy's revival. Fusing a little spiritual energy now would not only be of no help but might even become a burden later.

Ning Qi thought to himself.

The wisp of Spiritual Qi that was about to merge into the body was immediately expelled.

Under Ning Qi's watchful gaze, deadly poison surged into the world once more, polluting the previously purified Spiritual Qi once more.

"As expected, if the source isn't addressed, the Spiritual Qi will continue to be polluted. My current Myriad Paths Nirvana Technique can only be used by myself to purify the Spiritual Qi."

"However, we must not rush. We must take things one step at a time. We will wait until we deduce a universally applicable method to remove the deadly poison, and then eliminate the source of the poison in one fell swoop."

Ning Qi's breathing gradually stabilized. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Breaking through to the Martial Saint is already a piece of cake for me, and mastering and deriving a Martial Saint- level Myriad Manifestations Scripture is also a simple matter. The most crucial thing now is to accumulate foundation and strive to break through several realms in one fell swoop when the Spirituality revives."

"The Yu King Pearl and the Great Sun Compass must be fully utilized; these two Martial Saint treasures need to become my foundation. In addition, I need to see if there are other ways to strengthen my foundation."

"Furthermore, we should simplify the Myriad Paths Nirvana Technique by one or two parts, so that Master and the others can also learn it. The effect will be at least better than the secret technique that Senior Xuan Turtle gave me."

"Besides, there are Tiansheng and Xiao Shi. They might awaken when the Spirituality revives, so they need to be protected with Secret Method."

After figuring out what needed to be done next, Ning Qi felt much better.

As for now.

He still had one more thing to do.

That is to share the spoils of victory with the Demon Blade.

The Blade Demon paid a heavy price, enduring the corrosive effects of the life-threatening poison multiple times, resulting in severe physical pain and a significant reduction in his lifespan. Most importantly, he was still unable to learn the final version of the Myriad Paths Nirvana Technique.

Although Dao Mo himself didn't mind, Ning Qi felt a little guilty.

That night.

Ning Qi and Dao Mo drank three hundred cups of wine under the moon.

The Sword Demon was amazed by Ning Qi's extraordinary wisdom and also pleased that his suffering had not been in vain.

Time passed slowly.

Ancient sages from all over the world gradually returned, each occupying a territory.

Although a single ancient saint is few, their contributions add up, carving out two or three-tenths of the territory within the Great Flame domain. This is a tremendous blow to the Great Flame Dynasty. However, since the Great Flame Martial Saint has not spoken, the people below can only adapt to the current changes.

after all.

Even the Great Flame Martial Saint cannot ignore all the Martial Saint.

For him.

It's a good thing that we were able to preserve most of our territory.

Even so, many martial arts sects have turned to the ancient saints. Anyone who isn't a fool would realize that something big is about to happen. If they were to submit to the Great Flame Dynasty, they might not get anything, but if they were to join the ancient saints, they might be able to get first-hand information and get a share of the spoils.

The world is in constant flux, with undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

In just over six months, many forces, including the Demon Sect, which had once led the way, have disappeared without a trace. Countless people are filled with emotion, lamenting how quickly things have changed.

In a region that is often overlooked.

The outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

A place shrouded in miasma.

The village is filled with uniquely designed stilted houses, with drum towers and altars dotting the landscape, and decorations such as ox horns and animal hides hanging in front of the houses.

This is the true core of the Southern Frontier Alliance, unknown to outsiders. Without a solution to the terrifying miasma, even powerful beings at the Celestial Person Realm would be wary. This is the very foundation upon which the Southern Frontier relies for its survival. This place was previously occupied by the largest tribe, but after the alliance was formed, they contributed it to become the ancestral land of the Southern Frontier.

But recently...

The atmosphere in this ancestral land in southern Xinjiang was somewhat stagnant.

Simply because...

After disappearing for some time, the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, Lan Yiyi, has caused quite a stir!

Just as they were preparing to sacrifice her to the God of Gu, they discovered that Lan Yiyi had lost half of her lifespan.

Ancestral altar.

A group of powerful figures surrounded the area, all gazing with hatred at the figure bound to the dragon cage at the very center of the altar.

Hong Yan, the elder of the Hong clan, roared:

"Lan Yiyi, you wretched servant! Tell me now, where is the other half of your lifespan? If you delay the Gu God's important matter, you will be a sinner for all eternity in our Southern Frontier!"

Lan Yiyi, perched on the dragon-binding frame, opened her eyes and glanced at him with a hint of disdain:

"Kill me if you dare."

Hongyan was furious.

In recent days, the alliance has used every means at its disposal, but Lan Yiyi has remained silent until today, when she brought it to the altar.

"You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

"If you dared, you wouldn't have kept me alive for these past few months. I suspect that if you killed me, your great Gu God wouldn't be able to fully fuse with the Blood Emperor Gu." Lan Yiyi spoke casually, yet it made everyone's breathing become increasingly rapid.

She had everyone's Achilles' heel.

The reason True Martial Mountain to save Qin Yun was twofold: firstly, because of some inexplicable feelings in my heart, and secondly, to protect myself.

If it weren't for the use of the Life-Sharing Gu, which granted him half his lifespan...

I'm afraid she's dead now.

However, she knew that even so, this was merely a delaying tactic.

Hong Yan took a deep breath and suddenly revealed a cold smile:

"Very well, you're naturally not afraid of death, so how about this?"

He clapped his hands.

One after another, ugly people reeking of extreme stench walked in. Some had blank stares, some drooled, and some had deformed limbs. They were all barely clothed, but at this moment, they all stared intently at Lan Yiyi, their eyes red and their breathing labored.

"Do you think they'll be able to serve you well, Your Highness the Holy Maiden?" Hong Yan said, emphasizing each word with gritted teeth, because his son had been killed by Lan Yiyi in a dispute some time ago.

A chill ran down Lan Yiyi's spine, but her expression remained unchanged:

"To blaspheme me is to blaspheme your Gu God."

Red Flame grinned maliciously:

"The God of Gu has spoken; he only cares about your life essence, whether your body is broken or not."

Lan Yiyi's gaze flickered, then she slowly closed her eyes, unwilling to say anything more.

"I'll give you ten more breaths. These 'good guys' can't wait any longer!" Hong Yan shouted coldly, and all around him were the sounds of heavy breathing.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

Each sound was accompanied by a heavy drumbeat, as if striking Lan Yiyi's heart.

Those around them felt a pang of pity.

Lan Yiyi was originally highly respected in the alliance, and many people couldn't bear to see her fall to such a state, her dignity shattered. But there was nothing they could do. Once the Gu God merged with the Blood Emperor Gu and was revived, they discovered that Lan Yiyi's life essence was incomplete, and the consequences would be even more severe.

They didn't have much time left, so they had no choice but to resort to coercive measures.

"Holy Maiden, speak up. Offering sacrifices to the God of Gu is not a bad thing; many people desire such an opportunity but cannot obtain it."

Someone gently persuaded them.

But Lan Yiyi remained silent.

"Four!"

"Three!"

Hongyan's right hand was already raised high, ready to strike.

The panting all around was like that of rabid wolves and dogs; it was unbelievable what would happen to Lan Yiyi if these people were left unchecked.

"Two!"

Hong Yan grinned maliciously.

Then a loud explosion was heard in the ancestral land.

"Boom!"

"Kill! For the sake of the Holy Maiden!"

Accompanied by shouts of battle, everyone looked in horror, only to see powerful figures charging in from all directions. Hong Yan looked at Lan Yiyi in shock, only to see Lan Yiyi slowly open her eyes:

"Did you really think I, this holy maiden, have been doing nothing all these years?"

Her aura suddenly erupted.

The dragon-trapping frame is broken.

The gift from the God of Gu once gave her strength far surpassing that of her peers; now, this strength has become the shackle that prevents her from escaping her predicament.

Hong Yan was about to make a move.

He also felt fluctuations of heaven and earth power coming from both sides, and he quickly dodged. There was also a traitor among the elders who were judging Lan Yiyi!

Red Flame was furious:

"Kill! Kill these traitors!"

A great war is about to break out, and the entire ancestral land of the Southern Frontier has become a battlefield.

The power of heaven and earth erupted continuously, turning drum towers into dust one after another.

With the help of some trusted confidants, Lan Yiyi broke through the encirclement. She looked around and felt extremely anxious.

Choosing to launch her attack today confirms that the Gu God has entered a deep slumber, and this is her only chance.

Although she has made many arrangements and painstakingly built up her own power over the years, her current advantage is mainly due to being caught off guard. Once the elders react, they will definitely be no match for her.

We must escape immediately!

Lan Yiyi had no intention of lingering in the fight. Under the cover of her trusted confidants and the Lan clan, she fled swiftly towards the edge of the ancestral land.

She couldn't escape before because of the mark within her body, making her nowhere to hide. But now the mark has been removed, and all she needs to do is escape today's calamity. From now on, she can fly freely in the sky.