Number One Under the Saints

"Not good!"

Seeing Demon Master Kunpeng's miserable state, Ancestor Minghe let out a strange cry, summoned a streak of blood light, and sped up.

Ye Changqing slashed toward the direction he had fled. As the sword light flashed, it was like a new sun rising.

Ancestor Minghe felt his back growing hotter and hotter. He turned around and saw the glowing orb drawing closer.

As it approached, he realized that its light was rapidly vaporizing his body.

His expression changed dramatically, and he frantically switched places with his Blood God Sons.

But in the blink of an eye, the Blood God Son clones were burned to ash by the "sun."

That sword seemed to have locked onto Ancestor Minghe's aura. No matter how he changed places, it clung to him like a parasite.

Sss!

"Ah!"

A wisp of white smoke rose as a scream rang out. All of Ancestor Minghe's Blood God Son clones were destroyed, and his main body was burned to ash as well.

In the Primordial World, where the Netherworld Blood Sea had once been,

a member of the Asura Clan suddenly stared blankly, then exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More and more members of the Asura Clan burst into blood mist. The blood gradually gathered, forming a new Netherworld Blood Sea.

Ancestor Minghe's figure emerged from the new sea of blood.

His aura had fallen to its weakest point, and his expression was dreadful.

After this battle, his Netherworld Blood Sea had shrunk to a mere ten thousand li across.

If he hadn't used the waters of the Netherworld Blood Sea when he created the Asura Clan, he would have been done for this time!

He had never imagined Ye Changqing would be so terrifying!

"Amitabha!"

"Minghe, I have come to ferry you across!"

A Buddhist chant rang out, and a bald monk in white flew out of the Netherworld Underworld.

He rode a divine beast resembling a qilin, named Diting.

He had once sworn that he would not become a Buddha until Hell was empty. He was none other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had resided in the Netherworld Underworld for many years, wholeheartedly seeking to convert the murderous Asura Clan.

Now that Ancestor Minghe was gravely wounded, this was an excellent opportunity for him.

Seeing how wretched Ancestor Minghe and Demon Master Kunpeng looked, Daoist Randeng was panicking inside as well.

But unlike the other two, he had a Saint backing him.

"Master, save me!"

Calling for help, Daoist Randeng fled at full speed toward the Primordial World.

"Useless!"

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Venerable Primordial gave a cold snort.

He had wanted to leave Daoist Randeng to fend for himself. But Randeng was, after all, the Chan Sect's deputy leader and represented its reputation.

If Ye Changqing killed him, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting the Chan Sect was inferior to the Interception Sect?

For the sake of his own reputation, Venerable Primordial intervened.

But as soon as he left Kunlun Mountain, several streaks of sword light came at him. Sect Master Tongtian had arrived, dragging Laozi and the Two Sages of the West along with him.

As the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram slowly rose, Venerable Primordial and the others were instantly trapped within the Immortal Slaying Great Formation.

"Tongtian, have you forgotten?"

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation can only be broken by four Saints!"

Venerable Primordial laughed in fury.

With Laozi, Daoist Jieyin, and Daoist Zhunti—the three Saints—here, breaking the formation wouldn't be difficult.

Sect Master Tongtian naturally knew that. But all he needed was to hold the Four Saints back for a little while!

In the chaos, Daoist Randeng's expression changed instantly. He was terrified.

Without a Saint's protection, Ye Changqing could kill him with ease.

No!

He had to strike first!

Daoist Randeng suddenly stopped and began pleading with Ye Changqing.

"Chang... Junior Brother, we both belong to the Three Pure Ones' lineage. We're branches of the same root, part of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. Could you spare me this once?"

Ye Changqing gave a cold laugh. Why hadn't Randeng thought of that when he ambushed him just now?

Besides, during the future Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, this fellow would cause trouble everywhere, and many Jie Sect Disciples would die at his hands.

He could not be spared!

Just as Ye Changqing was about to strike and kill Daoist Randeng, Randeng moved first.

His entire body burst into flames, but the fire was gray.

Like a burning moth, Daoist Randeng charged at Ye Changqing.

Wherever the flames burned, gusts of sinister wind swept through, as if they connected to another world.

Daoist Randeng's Companion Spiritual Treasure was called the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern, and he himself had taken form from that lantern.

The Spirit Coffin Lantern Fire connected to the Netherworld and could even burn Primordial Spirits directly.

"Heh heh, I've got you!"

Daoist Randeng smiled smugly. The flames had already enveloped Ye Changqing and were rushing toward his Primordial Spirit.

The instant the Spirit Coffin Lantern Fire entered Ye Changqing's body, a sudden change occurred!

A flame burst from within Ye Changqing, setting his whole body ablaze.

The Chaos Divine Thunder had been the third tribulation of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Now the fourth tribulation—the Karma Fire Tribulation—had arrived!

It was as if Ye Changqing had foreseen it all!

Red Lotus Karma Fire specifically burned people's Primordial Spirits. Anyone with even the slightest Karmic Force would be burned to nothing.

Both flames tried to enter Ye Changqing's soul, their energies refusing to yield as they became entangled.

As the two flames canceled each other out, Daoist Randeng's attack instead helped Ye Changqing overcome this Heavenly Tribulation.

Daoist Randeng gritted his teeth in fury. After an unwilling roar, he vanished along with the last wisp of karma fire.

At Yuanjue Cave on Lingjiu Mountain in the Primordial World, the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern, which had been burning, suddenly went out.

After an unknown length of time, a wisp of green smoke rose, and the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern once again lit, its flame no larger than a green bean.

Daoist Randeng's figure gradually appeared. He had suffered severe damage as well.

Without even taking time to tend to his injuries, he mounted a cloud and raced toward Kunlun Mountain.

Once he reached the Jade Void Palace, a Saint would protect him.

Even if Ye Changqing succeeded in achieving Dao and returned for revenge, what could he do to Randeng?

In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the Heavenly Court, Haotian Shangdi drew in a sharp breath, feeling his scalp prickle.

Fortunately, he hadn't intervened earlier. Otherwise, he would have ended up just like them.

Ye Changqing was truly terrifying!

In the Netherworld Underworld, Empress Pingxin's beautiful eyes sparkled. She had gained even more hope in him.

Even the long-dead Eastern Emperor Taiyi and her elder brother, Dijiang Ancestral Shaman, would have been no match for Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing truly deserved the title of Number One Under the Saints!

In the chaos, Ye Changqing sighed, feeling that it was a pity.

The old Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World were indeed different. Each had lived through countless ages, and their life-saving tricks were first-rate.

Now that he had dealt with the immediate trouble, he could calmly endure the tribulation.

His greatest threat had never been those insignificant ambushers, but the Heavenly Dao above him.

The first tribulation, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, tested his magical power.

The second tribulation, the Inner Demon, tested his Dao heart.

The third tribulation, the Chaos Divine Thunder, tested his cultivation.

The fourth tribulation, the karma fire, tested his benevolence.

Only those with great magical power, immense merit, and unyielding perseverance could become Saints!

Now that the Heavenly Tribulation had passed, the tribulation clouds above Ye Changqing slowly dispersed, revealing a huge purple eye.

The Heavenly Dao had appeared!

The workings of the Heavenly Dao and the laws governing all things were reflected within that purple eye.

It looked harmless, but Ye Changqing knew the real test had only just begun!