Number One Under the Saints

"Not good!"

Old Ancestor Minghe let out a startled cry upon seeing the miserable state of Demon Master Kunpeng, then sped up, enveloped in blood-red light.

Ye Changqing unleashed a sword strike in the direction of his escape. The flashing sword light resembled the rising of a new sun.

Old Ancestor Minghe felt an increasing heat on his back. He turned his head and saw the ball of light rapidly approaching him.

As the light ball drew nearer, he discovered his body was being rapidly evaporated by it.

He was instantly terrified and frantically swapped positions with his Blood God Sons.

But in the blink of an eye, his Blood God Son clones were incinerated into ashes by the "sun."

That sword strike seemed to have locked onto Old Ancestor Minghe's aura. No matter how he changed positions, it clung to him like a persistent plague.

Hiss!

"Ah!"

With a wisp of white smoke and a scream, all of Old Ancestor Minghe's Blood God Son clones were annihilated, and his main body was burned to ashes.

In the Primordial World, at the former location of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

A member of the Asura Clan suddenly stared blankly, then his entire body exploded into a mist of blood.

Bang, bang, bang!

More and more Asura Clan members exploded into blood mist. The blood gradually coalesced, forming a new Netherworld Blood Sea.

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

His aura had weakened to its absolute limit, and his expression was incredibly grim.

After this battle, his Netherworld Blood Sea had shrunk to only ten thousand miles in circumference.

If he hadn't used the seawater from the Netherworld Blood Sea when he created the Asura Clan, he would have surely died this time!

He never expected Ye Changqing to be so terrifying!

"Amitabha!"

"Minghe, I've come to ferry you!"

A Buddhist chant echoed, and a bald monk in white robes flew out from the Netherworld Underworld.

He rode a benevolent beast resembling a Qilin, named Diting.

He had once sworn that he would not attain Buddhahood until hell was empty. This was none other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had resided in the Underworld for many years, single-mindedly wishing to convert the Asura Clan, whose hearts were filled with killing intent.

Now that Old Ancestor Minghe was severely injured, it presented a perfect opportunity for him.

Daoist Randeng, witnessing the tragic fates of Old Ancestor Minghe and Demon Master Kunpeng, was filled with panic.

However, he was different from the other two, as he had a Saint behind him.

"Teacher, save me!"

Daoist Randeng cried for help while rapidly fleeing towards the Primordial World.

"Trash!"

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Venerable Primordial snorted coldly.

He had initially intended to let Daoist Randeng fend for himself. But Daoist Randeng was, after all, the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, representing the sect's reputation.

If he were killed by Ye Changqing, wouldn't that imply the Chan Sect was inferior to the Jie Cult?

For the sake of his own prestige, Venerable Primordial still made a move.

Yet, as soon as he emerged from Kunlun Mountain, he saw several sword lights attacking. Sect Master Tongtian was 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 extreme anger.

With Laozi, Daoist Jieyin, and Daoist Zhunti, three Saints, present, it wouldn't be difficult for him to break the formation.

Sect Master Tongtian naturally understood this, but he only needed to hold the four Saints back for a moment!

Daoist Randeng, adrift in Chaos, instantly turned pale and became extremely panicked.

Without the protection of a Saint, Ye Changqing could kill him with ease.

No!

He had to strike first!

Daoist Randeng suddenly stopped and began to beg Ye Changqing for mercy.

"Ye... Junior Brother, we are both disciples of the Three Pure Ones, of the same root and lineage, the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. Can you spare me this time?"

Ye Changqing let out a cold laugh. Why hadn't he thought of these things when he was sneak-attacking him earlier?

Moreover, in the future Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, this fellow caused a lot of trouble, and many Jie Cult disciples died by his hand.

He absolutely cannot be spared!

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

His entire body ignited with a great fire, though the flames were gray.

Daoist Randeng charged at Ye Changqing like a burning moth.

Where the flames burned, gusts of chilling wind swept through, as if connecting to another world.

Daoist Randeng's innate spirit treasure is called the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern, and he himself was formed from the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern.

The Spirit Coffin Lantern Fire connects to the Netherworld and can directly burn the primordial spirit.

"Heh heh, got him!"

Daoist Randeng chuckled triumphantly, his entire body of flames already engulfing Ye Changqing, heading straight for his primordial spirit.

The moment the Spirit Coffin Lantern Fire entered his body, a sudden change occurred!

A flame erupted from within Ye Changqing, setting his entire body ablaze.

The previous Chaos Divine Thunder was the third trial of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Now, the fourth trial, the Karma Fire Tribulation, had descended!

Ye Changqing seemed to have foreseen everything!

The Red Lotus Karma Fire specifically burns the primordial spirit, incinerating anyone with even a trace of karmic force.

Both flames sought to enter Ye Changqing's soul, and the two energies clashed, unwilling to yield.

As the two flames canceled each other out, Daoist Randeng's move inadvertently helped him overcome this Heavenly Tribulation.

Daoist Randeng gnashed his teeth in anger. With a roar of unwillingness, he dissipated along with the last wisp of karma fire.

In the Primordial World, on Lingjiu Mountain, Yuanjue Cave, the previously burning Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern suddenly extinguished.

After an unknown amount of time, a wisp of green smoke rose, and the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern reignited with a flame the size of a mung bean.

Daoist Randeng's figure gradually reappeared, greatly weakened.

Without bothering to tend to his injuries, he conjured a cloud and sped towards Kunlun Mountain.

As long as he reached the Jade Void Palace, he would have the protection of a Saint.

Even if Ye Changqing succeeded in his enlightenment and returned for revenge, what could he do?

In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the Heavenly Court, Haotian Shangdi gasped, his scalp tingling.

Fortunately, he hadn't acted earlier, or he would have suffered the same fate.

This Ye Changqing was truly terrifying!

In the Netherworld Underworld, Empress Pingxin's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement, and she felt even more hopeful for him.

Even the long-deceased Eastern Emperor Taiyi and her elder brother, Dijiang Ancestral Shaman, were no match for Ye Changqing.

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

Within the Chaos, Ye Changqing sighed, feeling a sense of regret.

The veteran Quasi-Saints of this Primordial World were indeed formidable. They had lived for countless years, and their life-saving techniques were top-notch.

Since the immediate trouble was resolved, he would calmly face the tribulation.

His greatest crisis had never been those sneak-attacking clowns, but the Heavenly Dao above his head.

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

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

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

The fourth trial, the Karma Fire, tested his kind heart.

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

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

The Heavenly Dao had appeared!

Within that purple eye, the workings of the Heavenly Dao and the laws governing all things were evident.

Although it appeared harmless, Ye Changqing knew that the real trial was just beginning!