The title of the Three Saints was synonymous with the strongest. It was no joke.
In my previous life, if you divided the two worlds by strength, you arrived at a famous conclusion.
—Players were weaker than cultivators from the Cultivation World, and cultivators were weaker than demons.
Players were limited by astronomical experience requirements, and no one had ever reached the Saint Sealing Realm.
Demons, on the other hand, were numerous. Though none could match the Three Saints individually, a swarm of demons comparable to the Saint Sealing Realm could force even the Three Saints to retreat.
Looking back over the entire ten years of the apocalypse, they had been ten years in which humanity was gradually wiped out.
Though Gu Qingshan was a Great Sword Immortal who had reaped the lives of millions of demons, he knew all too well how terrifying they were—and how formidable the Saints truly were.
Setting aside numbers and considering individuals alone, almost no demon could defeat one of the Three Saints by itself.
How could he meet the Three Saints?
How could he persuade a Saint to believe what he said?
Given enough time to plan, Gu Qingshan believed he could do it.
But time was running short. In half a day, Gongsun Zhi would fall.
Gu Qingshan drew a breath, steadied himself, and forced himself to think calmly.
—Heavenly Venerable Xuan Yuan, Compassionate Contemplation Master, Hundred Flowers Fairy.
The names of the three Saints resounded throughout the world. Their legendary deeds had been passed down for ages. Was there anything among those stories he could use?
Heavenly Venerable Xuan Yuan loved roaming the world. There was no way to track him down under the present circumstances. No matter how many means Gu Qingshan had at his disposal, he could do nothing