Chapter 1169
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"My priority right now is to recover as soon as possible. I need to return to my peak condition in the shortest amount of time possible. Only then can I deal with the dangers that may come later."
"It's a pity that Ruijin and the other two aren't here. Otherwise, even if the great elders of Changyang Prefecture really do have ill intentions and want to steal my Saints' Fruit, there would be no need for me to fear them so much. It's a pity that my current strength is nowhere near enough to contend against them," Jian Chen thought.
He cast down a barrier at the entrance of the cave and entered the artifact space to heal. Two days later, two days passed.
During that time, everything in Changyang Prefecture was peaceful. The seven great elders of Changyang Prefecture were recovering the Saint Force they had expended in the Death's Nest in the ancestral hall. Jianchen had also remained in the artifact space for two days. His wounds had already been healed by the Artifact Spirit, and he had returned to his peak condition.
"I still can't go out right now. Once I do, it's extremely likely that they'll want the Saints' Fruit from me. If I don't give it to them, conflict will be unavoidable. I definitely won't be able to keep the Saints' Fruit with my current strength, so the best method right now is to stall for time and hope that Ruijin and the others can find me in time. At that time, I won't have to fear Changyang Prefecture anymore," Jian Chen thought. He was currently in the independent space of Changyang Prefecture. It could be described as the safest place, but it could also be described as the most dangerous because there was an extraordinarily powerful Emperor Armament that had been passed down for a very long time. Once the Emperor Armament unleashed its might, he would not be able to fend it off even with his divine hall and saint artifact.
Within the forbidden grounds of the Tyrant's Blade School, the thirty-meter-tall Wave-breaking Blade hovered three feet above the ground with the tip pointed downwards and the hilt pointed upwards. It emitted a hazy glow. This glow was not like the glow of an ordinary jewel. Instead, it was a blade light that contained immense power. Vaguely, an extremely domineering blade Qi circulated around the Wave-breaking Blade.
The founding ancestor of the Tyrant's Blade School, Guihai Yidao, sat on the hilt of the Wave-breaking Blade in simple robes. He was completely enveloped by the terrifying glow from the blade, so he was unharmed. It seemed like the Wave-breaking Blade was protecting him.
Powerful and pure energy constantly surged out from the Wave-breaking Saber. In the end, Guihai Yidao absorbed it like a whale sucking in water. His body was like a bottomless pit. No matter how much energy entered his body, it was like a rock sinking into the ocean. It would never be filled.
The Emperor Armaments of protector clans had always been known as forbidden weapons. They could not be touched unless absolutely necessary because they were just too powerful. They required several Holy Emperor experts to work together to barely control them, and they would even suffer a backlash from the Emperor Armament. Even Holy Emperor experts would become heavily injured, which was more than enough to demonstrate the terror of the Emperor Armament. No one had ever absorbed the energy from the Emperor Armament to cultivate. Even during the glorious era when the Holy Emperor experts were born, they never dared to do so. Guihai Yidao was the only one who dared to do so.
As the energy from the Emperor Armament was constantly absorbed, Guihai Yidao's presence skyrocketed at basically every moment. It was so fast that it was shocking.
His strength increased extremely quickly, so he did not need to comprehend the mysteries of the world. Recovering his memories was equivalent to recovering his former cultivation level.
A few figures flew over from afar before kneeling outside politely in the end. They were the great elders of the Tyrant's Blade School. All of them were dejected and gloomy.
"Founding ancestor, the disciples have returned. It's because of our incompetence that we were unable to retrieve the Saints' Fruit," an old man said humbly. He was extremely unwilling to accept this.
Guihai Yidao slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed extremely calm right now, but a sharpness was hidden deep within. It was like a blade that was filled with sharpness and a hint of dominance. He directly looked in the direction of the Death Nest, as if he wanted to see through space and into the distant world.
"It's fine. The Saints' Fruit isn't very important. It can indeed allow people to become Emperors, but you can still break through to Holy Emperor without it," Guihai Yidao said in an extremely calm voice.
"But ancestor, reaching Saint Emperor is already extremely difficult. There's a gap in the Saint Emperors of our protector clans. We only have one Saint Emperor on the Tian Yuan Continent right now, and he only managed to reach Saint Emperor by forging a different path of cultivation through his own willpower," said a great elder bitterly.
Guihai Yidao glanced past them. The great elders all shivered inside under his gaze. At that moment, they all felt like they had been locked onto by an extremely sharp blade. They actually felt a sliver of fear from the bottom of their hearts.
The great elders of the Tyrant's Blade School were utterly astounded. At the same time, they felt even more admiration and fear for Guihai Yidao. They knew that although Guihai Yidao had only become a Saint King recently, his true strength was no longer something that could be judged from his appearance.
"I can make you Emperors in a hundred years at most and a few decades at least. You've all been able to wait for this day," Guihai Yidao nonchalantly said.
However, his calm words were like a bolt from the blue in the ears of the Tyrant's Blade School's Supreme Elders. All of them felt that it was inconceivable.
"Founding ancestor …"
"All of you are dismissed. Properly consolidate your foundations in the past few years," Guihai Yidao interrupted the great elder.
"Yes, founding ancestor!" Even though the great elders were doubtful, they did not dare to disobey Guihai Yidao's orders. They all retreated politely.
After they left, Guihai Yidao looked in the direction of the Death Nest again. He murmured, "Just what is Mo Tianyun trying to do? He's actually gone to such great lengths to create the Death Nest. Even I cannot help but feel admiration for his methods."
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