A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. A nine-tiered platform is built from the ground, and a thick tree is built from the dust.
This sentence meant that if one wanted to reach a goal, they had to start from little by little. Nothing could be accomplished overnight.
Ye Xuan's eyes were deep. He did not know who that person was, but he knew that he had to move forward bravely until he reached the peak.
The contempt and disdain of others would not affect Ye Xuan. Instead, it would become his greatest motivation until he reached the peak. Those who once looked down on him would look up to him.
Although Ye Xuan was angry, he knew his limits. The other party was stronger than him, so he did not need to say so much. Weakness was an original sin.
Fortunately, Ye Xuan was very glad about one thing. According to the mysterious person, Liu Baiyi was not in any danger. Instead, he was focused on cultivating. This could be considered to have resolved one of Ye Xuan's worries.
"Weakness is an original sin. Only by becoming strong can one be eternal," Ye Xuan said to himself in a deep voice as a look of determination flashed across his eyes.
Rice had to be eaten one bite at a time, and roads had to be walked one step at a time. Ye Xuan understood this principle very well, but Ye Xuan wanted to shorten this process as quickly as possible.
"Although the Heaven Mending Pill is good, it's a pity that my self-esteem won't allow me to accept it. Even without it, I'll still step into the Saint King Realm very quickly." Ye Xuan coldly whispered. He already had a plan in mind.
"Saint King Hun Tian let you escape with your life. Unfortunately, your fate has long been sealed. You will die at my hands."
Rumble!
The sea of blood roared and surged. Ye Xuan sensed Saint King Hun Tian's aura again. After three breaths, he suddenly shot towards the east.
If Ye Xuan wanted to kill someone, no one had ever been able to escape from his hands, not even Saint King Hun Tian. This was because he was Ye Xuan's food for him to enter the Saint King Realm. How could Ye Xuan let this person go so easily?
Ye Xuan's principle had always been to take advantage of someone's weakness. Ye Xuan wouldn't let go of such a rare opportunity.
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On the other side, Sacred King Hun Tian was drenched in blood as he frantically fled towards the east. He would occasionally look back to observe what was happening behind him, fearing that Ye Xuan would chase after him again.
Fortunately, Sect Master Bu Tian's appearance had coincidentally saved his life. Ye Xuan had wasted quite a bit of time and had not immediately caught up to him.
"This kid is too strange. How did he find me?"
Sacred King Hun Tian muttered as he fled. A vast mountain range vaguely appeared in front of him, and within the clouds, there was a palace that was emitting a sacred light.
"The Holy Land of Taichu is about to arrive. Even if that kid can still find me, he will definitely die at the hands of Great Spirit Saint King.
"But why hasn't the Thousand Spirit Palace done anything? Don't they know that I'm being chased by this bastard?"
Sacred King Hun Tian's expression was uncertain. He had been chased by Ye Xuan for ten years and had no time to heal his wounds. Why hadn't the Thousand Spirit Palace sent anyone to rescue him after the two of them had caused such a big commotion?
In fact, Sacred King Hun Tian had misunderstood. Not only had the Thousand Spirit Palace not done anything, but the other Transcendental Orthodoxies had also not done anything. This matter had a lot to do with Sect Master Bu Tian.
Although Sect Master Bu Tian's avatar had arrived in the Great Southern Dou Territory, the other Transcendental Orthodoxies had naturally sensed Sect Master Bu Tian's aura. At this moment, all their attention was focused on Bu Tian Pavilion in the Great Southern Dou Territory. How could they have the time to care about Sacred King Hun Tian?
Perhaps Saint Kings were extraordinary existences in the Great Southern Dou Territory, and Sacred King Hun Tian was a member of the Thousand Spirit Palace. However, compared to Sect Master Bu Tian's arrival, he was insignificant.
Although Sect Master Bu Tian had coincidentally saved Holy King Hun Tian's life, he'd also indirectly helped Ye Xuan avoid a lot of trouble. Because his arrival had caused the Ten Thousand Spirit Heavenly Palace and the other supreme orthodoxies to be extremely fearful, it had also diverted the attention of these orthodoxies, giving Ye Xuan plenty of time to chase after Holy King Hun Tian.
"Forget it. Let's enter the Holy Land of Taichu first. If that kid can still find me, I'll make sure he doesn't return alive," Sacred King Hun Tian muttered gloomily. His figure sped up again as he shot toward the Holy Land of Taichu.
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The Blood Sea of Heaven and Earth blotted out the sun. The Withering Souls of the Dead was an extremely vicious secret technique created by Ye Xuan himself. This technique gathered the essence of hundreds of millions of blood souls. There was no way Sacred King Hun Tian could escape from Ye Xuan's pursuit.
Rumble!
The heavens and earth shook as the Blood Sea surged. Ye Xuan stepped on the Blood Sea and arrived. Looking ahead, he saw a series of mountains and a palace looming in the mist.
"The Holy Land of Taichu?"
A giant peak that pierced the sky came into Ye Xuan's view. Four words were engraved on the mottled mountain, and Ye Xuan read them out loud.
"Escaped into the Holy Land of Taichu?" Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
If Ye Xuan remembered correctly, the Green Sea Great Saint he had killed before was from the Holy Land of Taichu. Legend had it that the Holy Land of Taichu was overseen by an old Saint King. It was also because of this old Saint King that the Holy Land of Taichu was able to stand tall in the Great Southern Dou Territory.
To enter or not to enter?
A difficult question was placed in front of Ye Xuan.
It was rumored that this old Saint King had lived for more than 100 million years and was a Great Saint King a hundred million years ago. After more than 100 million years, it was rumored that this old Saint King had stepped into the realm of a Nine Heavens Saint King.
Ye Xuan might still dare to fight a Great Saint King, but if he encountered a Nine Heavens Saint King, who was two realms higher than Ye Xuan, he would certainly not take the risk.
However, Ye Xuan was unwilling to leave just like that. One had to know that Saint King Hun Tian was in an extremely weak state. If he didn't kill him now, it would be difficult for him to have the chance in the future.
"Wealth comes from danger. It's not in my character to retreat." Ye Xuan smiled evilly and rushed toward the Holy Land of Taichu with the Blood Sea of Heaven and Earth.
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In the Holy Land of Taichu.
"Hun Tian, is what you said true?"
Saint King Tailing was an old man with white hair and a white beard. He gave people a sense of immortality, but his eyes were extremely sharp and gave people a sense of dignity without being angry.
"Senior Tailing, it's true. This Ye Xuan not only killed people of my Ten Thousand Spirit Heavenly Palace, but also your disciple Qing Ming. Unfortunately, although I am a Saint King, I am no match for him. Now, only you can suppress this person," Saint King Hun Tian said.
"Ye Xuan? A Great Saint? "
Saint King Tailing frowned and his eyes flashed slightly. Even when Saint King Hun Tian mentioned that his disciple was killed, his eyelids only trembled slightly and he didn't show any anger.
As the saying went, the old man was cunning. A person who had lived for more than 100 million years was terrifyingly shrewd. Naturally, he didn't show his emotions.
"What kind of battle form does he have?"
Saint King Tailing didn't ponder for long. He looked up at Saint King Hun Tian, who was bathed in blood, and hesitated.
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