Forcing Chu Yan to Become a Saint

Boom...

A thunderous roar shook the Primordial World as lightning clouds churned across the sky.

Waves of Dao resonance flooded the Primordial World. When countless living beings sensed this terrifying Human Race Dao rhythm, they transformed into greedy serpents, madly devouring it.

"I—my cultivation has broken through!"

"I've reached Golden Immortal!"

"My injuries are all healed, hahaha!"

The Human Race was destined to become the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth in the Primordial World, and the Human Race Dao Tradition was the very embodiment of the Humanity Dao.

The awakening and establishment of the Human Race Dao Tradition blessed the entire Primordial World.

All Great Powers were stunned, never expecting the Human Race Dao Tradition to be so formidable.

The All Saints of the Heavens also wiped sweat from their brows.

"Such a powerful Human Race Dao Tradition. It's fortunate we fought to the death and carved out a Thread of Life for our own fortune. Otherwise, with a Dao Tradition like this, could we Heavenly Dao Saints truly suppress it?"

"Thank goodness. Our sacrifices have finally paid off. From now on, This Saint's Human Religion will rise to strength."

Nuwa was also delighted. After all, she had created humanity. Even if the Human Race didn't acknowledge her as Holy Mother, the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans were already dead. That meant she would surely gain a vast amount of Human Race Destiny.

Sect Master Tongtian breathed a sigh of relief as well. The Human Race Dao Tradition had been established and preserved. From now on, each would rely on their own means.

Jieyin and Zhunti, however, watched with burning anxiety.

"Elder Brother, this fortune is fated for the Western Lands. How can it be wasted like this?"

"Alas, Junior Brother, all things in the world are fated for the West, yet these scoundrels refuse to offer it with both hands. Their crime is unforgivable."

Only Yuanshi Tianzun stared at Chu Yan with a dark expression.

To stop Chu Yan, he had been killed twice, and his Innate Supreme Treasure had been shattered beyond repair. Yet in the end, none of this had benefited him at all. This was utterly intolerable.

"Chu Yan, just you wait. This Saint will not let you off easy—"

Weng—

Suddenly, Chu Yan radiated boundless light, and a terrifying pressure instantly spread across every corner of the Primordial World.

Countless living beings' expressions shifted dramatically.

"Such a powerful pressure!"

The All Saints of the Heavens were also greatly alarmed.

"Look! Chu Yan's aura is growing stronger—he's about to become a Saint on the spot!"

"What? Chu Yan is about to become a Saint?"

Chu Yan had founded the Human Race Dao Tradition, and the Human Race Destiny had surged. Naturally, Chu Yan was on the verge of Sainthood.

"It's over. With a Saint among the Human Race, our schemes for Human Race Destiny will become troublesome."

Sect Master Tongtian was also anxious.

"Human Master, didn't you say you would walk the path of Proving Dao by Force? You must not become a Saint, or you'll only become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao."

Likewise, Chu Yan's expression twisted in alarm.

"Damn it, how did this happen? I'm about to become a Saint? No, I can't allow this."

Chu Yan forcibly suppressed it, but the might of Sainthood was far too terrifying.

When the Saints saw this, their faces also changed.

"He... doesn't want to become a Saint?"

"How can this be? Wouldn't a Saint among the Human Race benefit them even more?"

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes.

"This Seat's Seventh Disciple has emerged. As his Teacher, I shall personally welcome him."

The next instant, Hongjun's Dharma Body descended upon the Primordial World:

"Greetings, Teacher."

The other Saints also manifested their Dharma Bodies.

Then Hongjun spoke:

"Chu Yan, establishing the Human Race Dao Tradition is a tremendous creation. You may become a saint and serve as the Seventh Disciple under This Seat. Now, This Seat bestows upon you the title Human Venerable. Why not offer your thanks quickly!"

Hongjun's voice resounded throughout the Primordial World, and countless living beings' expressions shifted drastically.

Sect Master Tongtian's heart also leaped into his throat.

Had they ultimately failed to escape? Then everything done before—was it all for nothing?

Panting heavily, Sect Master Tongtian was deeply unwilling to accept this.

Likewise, Chu Yan let out a cold snort:

"Hongjun, spare me your demonic words mislead the masses. A disciple of the Dao Ancestor? Not even a dog would take that role. If you want me to be your disciple, I'd rather die."

"Is that so? That's not for you to decide."

As Hongjun's voice fell, Chu Yan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"How can this be? Wasn't it already scattered?"

He saw deep within his own soul, purple specks beginning to emerge.

Then they coalesced into a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

In an instant, a unique aura spread from Chu Yan's body.

The Great Powers of the Primordial World were all shocked.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi? This is actually Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Demon Master Kunpeng, Old Ancestor Minghe, and others were all greatly astonished.

"How can this be? How does Chu Yan have Hongmeng Purple Qi? Wasn't it said there are only seven in heaven and earth? The Six Sages each hold one, and the remaining one is lost without a trace—how does Chu Yan still have one?"

"Could it be that the strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi on Chu Yan is that lost one?"

"It's over. Chu Yan becoming a saint is a foregone conclusion. We have no hope left."

They had thought of seizing it, but Hongjun's Dharma Body had already descended, and the All Saints were guarding the side.

Even without that, Chu Yan alone had killed Yuanshi Tianzun twice.

They dared not think themselves stronger than Yuanshi Tianzun.

At this moment, above the void, Chu Yan was frantic. Hadn't this Hongmeng Purple Qi been destroyed already?

Why had it reappeared?

"Get out of me, get out!"

Chu Yan used every means at his disposal, but he could not stop it.

"Chu Yan, the Hongmeng Qi was formed from the shattering of the Primordial Chaos World. It has been nurtured in Chaos for who knows how many years, and moreover, it is imbued with the Heavenly Dao Will. How could you possibly stop or destroy it?"

"Chu Yan, your sainthood is a foregone conclusion. Just accept your fate."

"That's right. Be a good Little Junior Brother and share the Human Race Destiny with us, hahaha."

The All Saints laughed wildly. At this moment, Chu Yan seemed to have become a clown.

Sect Master Tongtian let out a bitter laugh:

"In the end, we still lost. Truly, human calculations cannot match Heaven's."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Sect Master Tongtian departed in sorrow.

Still, it was not all bad. Though the Thread of Life for the human race had been sealed off, at least in the Purple Cloud Palace from now on, he would have a like-minded junior brother. That was something.

Sect Master Tongtian and Chu Yan had cherished each other's spirit. He himself had fallen into the trap of the Heavenly Dao.

Not wanting to watch Chu Yan follow in his own footsteps, he had helped Chu Yan selflessly and without expecting anything in return.

But he never imagined the final outcome would still be like this.

It seemed the General Trend could not be changed after all.

Hongjun was right. Over Ten Thousand Years, all Variables would return to Fixed Numbers.

Rumble...

The aura all over Chu Yan's body was surging wildly, once again stepping into the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Suddenly, from the Nine Heavens, a vast amount of Heavenly Dao Merit descended, heading straight for the human race.

"Hmph, Heavenly Dao, you dare come again? Get lost!"

The Killing Spear instantly expanded, transforming into a Sky-Supporting Giant Spear, charging straight at the Heavenly Dao Merit.

But in the next moment, it seemed somewhat powerless.

"This damned Hongmeng Purple Qi."

Chu Yan was frantic. Attacked from within and without—was his sainthood truly a foregone conclusion?

"No, I absolutely cannot let this happen. Burn for me!"

Chu Yan went berserk once more, burning the Human Race Destiny as he charged straight for the Heavenly Dao Merit. As for the Hongmeng Purple Qi?

He couldn't care less anymore. At worst, he would pass on his title of Human Race Teacher to someone else.

Then he would never become a sage for eternity.

Chu Yan carried the terrifying Human Race Will, fueling the burning of Human Race Destiny, and the Heavenly Dao Merit was actually blocked.

"Chu Yan is so strong—he's forcibly blocking the Heavenly Dao Merit, but the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans are gone."

"With the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans lost, how could the Heavenly Dao let this opportunity slip? It will definitely brand its mark and crush the Human Race completely."

Countless living beings understood the Heavenly Dao's intent by now.

Hongjun watched this scene and smiled faintly:

"Chu Yan, now that the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans are gone, how can you block the Heavenly Dao Merit? With the Hongmeng Purple Qi added, your sainthood is already a Fixed Number. All Variables will return to the Fixed Number. Chu Yan, accept your fate."

"Hongjun, I accept your sister's fate—scatter for me—!"