The Six Saints of the Three Realms could not help but sigh.
The Three Realms had been at odds with the Gods, Demons, and other races for endless years, and as more lesser races joined the Gods and Demons, the Three Realms' days became more difficult.
They did not expect that the situation would be broken by a junior who popped up out of nowhere.
In just a few short years, he had first ambushed the legion of the Hundred Races, leaving the homeworld free of worries, before charging into the Grand Luo battlefield and slaying the Grand Luo of the Gods, Demons, and their vassal races!
Yet now, he'd taken the initiative to attack when he was besieged by the God Race and Devil Race, and he'd actually killed 15 Quasi Saints in a short period of less than a month. How splendid was that?
After sighing, the Saints began to discuss Jiang He.
The Second Saint of the Western Sect, who was draped in kasaya and shrouded in Buddhist light exclaimed in surprise, "The kid's cultivation is definitely Grand Luo, but his combat ability could match the best of them. How did he do it?"
The Western Sect did not know much about Jiang He.
They were not aware that Jiang He cultivated martial arts and immortal arts at the same time.
The Lesser Saint of the Western Sect muttered to himself before extending his hand and pinching his fingers to divine.
Being one of the few Saints in the world, the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect was very confident. Was it not easy for him to divine the fate of a Grand Luo cultivator with his abilities?
The Primeval Lord of Heaven's gaze twitched at that.
Then, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Divine Jiang He?
No … I'm coughing blood from my own divination. What kind of cultivation does the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect have? I'm going to make a fool of myself later.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven thought then, feeling a little expectant.
He then turned to Taishang Laojun, Lady Nüwa, and the Grandmaster of Heaven, and found that all three of them were looking down, with a look of mockery as if they were watching a show. He then realized with a start … they might have divined Jiang He as well.
And just as he expected, in the next instant …
The Lesser Saint of the Western Sect's face dropped and he could not help exclaiming, "That's impossible … blargh!"
He coughed a mouthful of blood into the distance before his head tilted to the side and he fainted.
"Junior Brother!"
The Great Saint of the Western Sect did not understand. He pinched his fingers and calculated. He grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, his cultivation level was much stronger than the Little Saint of the Western Sect. He could still resist the backlash brought about by the "deduction". He immediately resisted the urge to vomit blood and said, "Senior Brothers, I'll go first."
As he spoke, he cut open the universe and escaped with the unconscious Little Saint of the Western Sect.
On the other hand, Taishang Laojun glanced at the Grandmaster of Heaven who was smiling happily and said, "Brothers, don't just sit around. Jiang He's talent is too frightening, and if I were a Saint of the Gods and Demons, I would do anything to get rid of him even if I have to risk the danger of the Sacred War."
The Saints were shocked, Tongtian exclaimed, "Eldest Senior Brother has taken another step forward. With your strength, do you think those two old fogeys from the Celestial and Demon Races would dare?"
"My strength can indeed suppress them, but it's not enough.
…
Right then.
At the edge of the universe.
There was a huge domain here. This domain was formed by a huge continental plate. In terms of area alone, it was probably equivalent to a fraction of the continental plate where the "Chaos" was located.
And yet, the land here was incomparably barren.
The entire domain was filled with desolate mountains and deserts.
Even so, such an environment was a natural holy land for Stoners to cultivate.
And yet, the domain of the Stoners was left in turmoil, with a rain of blood wafting over the entire domain.
Elsewhere in the domain, a massive mountain range was quaking violently, and the entire mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles was collapsing!
Many Stoners with powerful auras were rapidly flying to the scene, and their expressions changed at the sight before them.
"The Third Patriarch has fallen …"
One of the Stoners muttered.
Aside from the Elder Patriarch whose name shook the universe, the Stoners had three other Demi-Saints.
Together with the Stoners' Elder Patriarch, they were known as the Four Patriarchs of the Stoners.
That crumbling mountain was the birthplace of the Third Patriarch of the Stoners.
"Quick, get the Elder Patriarch!"
Some of the Stoners cried out.
Soon, somewhere in the domain of the Stoners, a towering mountain range that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles shook. At the center of the mountain range, a towering mountain peak that reached into the clouds suddenly came to life.
The mountain peak shook, and the rocks on its surface shattered, falling downwards, quickly revealing the true appearance of the "mountain peak"!
It was a colossal Stone Giant.
The Rock Giant took a step forward, and his body rapidly shrank until he was only three meters tall. His face, which was covered in layers of rock, already looked a little old, and his deep eyes also had traces of the precipitation of time.
"I only slept for a little longer, and Third Brother has fallen!"
"It seems that this human kid does have some skill. No wonder the gods and demons wanted me to come out of seclusion."
The Stoner "elder" took a step forward, and the Void before him split open.
His figure disappeared between heaven and earth.
… …
"What?"
Sura Realm.
In a palace above the Blood Sea, the Nether River Patriarch listened to his subordinate's report and exclaimed in surprise, "Fifteen Demi-Saints? Even the Sky Demon Emperor, Shen Wuji, and the Demon Ying Zong have fallen? "
The Grand Luo Sura who reported the news answered reverently, "Patriarch, the Demons had sent word that the Stoner Patriarch had moved out, and they hope that you could act as soon as possible … when it's done, the Demons would guarantee the safety of Sura."
Whoosh.
The Blood Sea churned.
The Nether River Patriarch strode out of the palace with a somber look on his face —
"That human kid has grown to such a level in the blink of an eye?"
"That kid … must die!"
"I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace if he doesn't die!"
The Nether River Patriarch was about to leave when he suddenly realized that the dimensions and universe around him had been sealed. Even with his abilities, he could not even tear through space.
A look of surprise appeared on the Nether River Patriarch's face, and he could not help exclaiming, "This is a karmic grudge between me and Jiang He. Are you people going to stop me?"
Ooom!
Space quaked.
The black-robed Primeval Lord of Heaven appeared behind the Nether River Patriarch.
His expression was cold as he stared at one of the most powerful Demi-Saints in the world as if he was looking at an ant, and he flatly said, "I would naturally not interfere in your grudge with Jiang He."
"But now, the Demi-Saints of the Gods and Demons are surrounding Jiang He. You cannot interfere as a member of the Three Realms."
"I have already betrayed the Three Realms and established my own Sura. Do you intend to stop me, Primeval Lord of Heaven?"
The Nether River Patriarch's expression darkened.
He had been born as long ago as the Primeval Lord of Heaven … in the Nether River Patriarch's opinion, the Primeval Lord of Heaven and the other Saints were merely lucky to ascend as Saints. Over the endless years, he had tried to emulate Nüwa's creation of humans and created the Suras.
He also tried to emulate the Primeval Lord of Heaven and the others in establishing a sect, founding the Sect of Slaughter.
It was a pity that he was still one level away from becoming a Saint.
Kaboom!
Suddenly, a jade scepter glinting in an obscure luster flew out and subjugated the Nether River Patriarch with a single strike. The Primeval Lord of Heaven then said flatly, "You dare address me by my name? Nether River, the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect could not kill you because he is useless. Do you really think I can't kill you? "
…
Meanwhile, Jiang He was having a gloomy look on his face as he finished his meal in his Farm.
His Farm had become a world of its own now.
There was the sun, the moon, and even the stars in the sky when they looked up at night.
Dumbo noticed the dark look on Jiang He's face and quietly asked, "What's wrong, Master? Did some of the Demi-Saints escape? "
"Not really."
Jiang He came to his senses and flashed a pained smile. "I killed 280 Demi-Saints in this battle, but I gained nothing."
Thud!
Slapping his premium-grade immortal rice bowl on the table, Jiang He stood up and said, "Eat faster, everyone. We'll head to the Gods' and Demons' territories in the celestial battlefield later and earn back what we lost!"
"When have I, Jiang He, ever fought a losing battle?"
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