Great Desolation: How Did I Become Invincible After Death?
Chapter 8

The Sorrow of a Saint

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On this day, auspicious clouds rolled across the Primordial World. The entire sky was veiled in five-colored rays, flowers rained down from the heavens, and ethereal immortal music spread across the land.

All the living beings of the Primordial World could not help prostrating themselves, bowing and worshipping the sky of their own accord.

"This is an auspicious sign of Becoming a Saint!"

A powerful being who knew the inside story revealed.

He had once witnessed this spectacle four times in a single day: when the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West became Saints.

Now, the Primordial World had gained another Saint. It was truly a cause for joy.

When the ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect on Golden Ao Island saw this scene, they immediately erupted in cheers.

This was a day every one of them would remember!

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe had just driven off an irritating intruder. When he saw this sight, he could not help grinding his teeth in fury.

He was the one who should have become a Saint!

But his expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"No. I absolutely can't just sit here and wait for death!"

Ancestor Minghe immediately made up his mind. Holding the two Innate Slaughtering Spiritual Treasures, Yuantu and Abi, he flew toward the Asura Clan's territory.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The Asura clansmen bowed to him one after another, but he repaid them by cutting off their heads with a single sword strike.

"Ah..."

As screams rang out, Ancestor Minghe, his eyes bloodshot, nearly slaughtered the entire Asura Clan.

There was no fear in their eyes. Instead, they were filled with fervor.

Ancestor Minghe had founded the Killing Cult, and they, the Asura Clan, were all disciples of the Killing Cult.

From the day they were created, they had been ready to give their lives for their Ancestor at any moment.

The Netherworld Blood Sea around Ancestor Minghe kept swallowing the Asura clansmen's bodies, gradually returning to its original size.

Only then did Ancestor Minghe stop and breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though nine out of ten members of the Asura Clan were gone, there was not the slightest trace of guilt in his eyes.

As long as the Blood Sea remained, Minghe would never die. He felt that he was back in the game!

In the chaos, Ye Changqing's Primordial Spirit detached itself from the little white jade sword.

"Reforge my true body!"

He spoke, and chaotic energy surged toward him, creating a new body for him.

So this was the power of a Saint?

His words became reality!

As Ye Changqing sensed his new body, he felt it was ten thousand times stronger than before.

He threw a punch forward. A gray fist shadow instantly tore through the chaos, reaching hundreds of millions of miles away.

So powerful!

And he had only used his physical strength.

The Four Saints in the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation had just been mocking him, but in the blink of an eye, Ye Changqing had slapped them in the face.

They had no reason to remain there. One after another, they fled the formation and hurried away.

Sect Master Tongtian chuckled as he put away the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. He was about to head into the chaos to congratulate his disciple when a sudden change occurred.

At some point, a gray phantom had appeared above Ye Changqing's head.

It stretched without end, so even the Saints had not noticed it.

Countless Great Daos appeared in the heavens. As Dao Rhyme flowed, they coalesced into a vast river.

The enormous Primordial World was no more than a bubble in the Great Dao River.

At the river's center, a gigantic eye broke through the water. Its gaze descended upon the Primordial World, carrying the Great Dao Will.

In that instant, chaotic energy had been pushed back by countless billions upon billions of miles, and the world was filled with light.

The Primordial World shook without end, as though it were about to shatter once more and return to chaos.

Every living being was pressed to the ground by this mighty force, unable to move.

Even Saints like Sect Master Tongtian could not break free.

This was the Great Dao that Great God Pangu had once sought to transcend!

Compared to it, the power Ye Changqing had just acquired was utterly insignificant.

Before he could react, an invisible force acted upon him.

Crack, crack!

It seemed that something had shattered in the unseen depths—or perhaps nothing had.

By the time he lifted his head, the Great Dao above him had vanished without a trace.

It was all like a dream.

Ever since Great God Pangu created the world, the Heavenly Dao had manifested while the Great Dao stayed hidden. Why had it appeared here today?

Just as all the Saints were baffled, the Primordial World suddenly changed again.

This time, dark clouds covered the Primordial World, and blood rained from the heavens. The world was filled with the wailing of gods and ghosts.

"This is... a Saint's fall..."

"Could it be..."

Sect Master Tongtian murmured to himself, then rushed straight toward Ye Changqing in the chaos the instant he came to his senses.

After the Great Dao vanished, Ye Changqing remained frozen in the same pose.

Suddenly, his face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The aura around him grew wildly unstable, like a punctured ball losing air.

His cultivation gradually plummeted, from the Primordial Great Luo Immortal to Quasi-Saint, then to Great Luo Golden Immortal, and finally down to the Heavenly Immortal realm, where it slowly stabilized.

"Changqing, how are you?"

Sect Master Tongtian caught Ye Changqing as he staggered and asked.

He sent his own magical power into Ye Changqing's body while examining his injuries.

Ye Changqing's Saint position had been stripped away, and the Great Dao had also cut a wound into his Primordial Spirit.

No matter how much magical power Sect Master Tongtian used to repair Ye Changqing's Primordial Spirit, it was useless.

The wound inflicted by the Great Dao was like an impassable chasm. All power poured into it and vanished without a trace.

"Why did this happen?"

"Why..."

"Changqing!"

Sect Master Tongtian's furious, anguished roar echoed through the chaos and across the entire Primordial World.

On Golden Ao Island, the ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect felt as though a massive stone had settled in their hearts.

They could never have imagined that despair would come so quickly.

Only moments ago, they had been celebrating their Senior Disciple Brother. In the next instant, sorrow surged like a river.

As everyone grieved, Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal, amid the crowd, raised the corner of his mouth in an inscrutable smile.

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, meanwhile, a celebration was underway.

No one was happier than the pale-faced Daoist Randeng.

He seemed to have forgotten how wretched he had looked earlier.

"I told you. How could that bunch of feathered, scaled, and egg-born creatures from the Interception Sect possibly succeed?"

Guang Chengzi, the foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, sneered.

"Senior Disciple Brother is right!"

"Achieving Dao and Becoming a Saint require immense fortune, great merit, and tremendous perseverance. Ye Changqing had none of the three. How could he be a Heavenly Dao Saint?"

True Man Taiyi stroked his beard and spoke at length.

Yu Ding Zhenren agreed as well. "Ye Changqing must have committed some heinous deed to suffer such a retribution."

Venerable Primordial sat in the seat of honor. Though he felt some regret on Ye Changqing's behalf, his spirits were still lifted.

He coughed to interrupt the Chan Sect Disciples' self-congratulation, then said sternly, "Take this as a warning. Stay vigilant at all times, and do not follow in Ye Changqing's footsteps."

With that, Venerable Primordial drifted away.

In a side hall of the Jade Void Palace, Venerable Primordial set up a formation to block all probing, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Tongtian, I never thought this day would come for you!"

"So what if your disciple became a Saint? In the end, he's still the greatest joke in the Primordial World..."

"Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing, how did it feel to be a Saint?"

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