When Knowing Fate returned from Heaven Beyond Heaven to the human realm, in an unknown Minor World, Luo Xingchen attained sainthood, shaking the world.
In this age when the saints were fading into twilight, new saints emerged one after another. The fall of the Xiantian Saints had given the countless living beings a chance to attain the Great Dao.
A sky full of arrow-light paved the way as Luo Xingchen strode brazenly toward the immortal domain. The spectacle was so immense that it could be clearly sensed even across hundreds of millions of miles.
Within the World of Darkness, the Lord of Darkness and the Ink Lord arrived, steering a Minor World. They concealed all their auras, intending to strike a crushing blow against the human realm's saint.
From a million miles away, the Lord of Darkness clenched his right hand in the air, and a black spear appeared, dark lightning winding around it, its might enough to make hearts tremble.
"Ink Lord."
As the Darkness Spear appeared, the Lord of Darkness spoke calmly.
"Understood."
The white-bearded Ink Lord, possessing the bearing of an immortal, nodded. With a light tap of his right hand, seven-colored rosy light spread out.
The next moment, the Darkness Spear tore through the air, wrapped in seven-colored rosy light, and vanished in an instant.
A million miles away, atop the Great Dao formed from converging arrows, Luo Xingchen walked onward. Suddenly, his heart jolted. A martial artist's instinct struck, and his body instinctively dodged aside.
Boom!
At that moment, seven-colored rosy light filled the sky, and a dark spear burst through the void, piercing directly through Luo Xingchen's chest.
Blood scattered across the heavens. By a hair's breadth, Luo Xingchen had avoided a vital point, yet he was still grievously wounded.
Moments later, dark aura