Let alone the powerful experts, even Ye Xuan and the others were stunned. After three whole breaths of time, Ye Xuan suddenly looked towards the Primal Chaos Dojo. He saw a dark figure walk out of the Primal Chaos Dojo and then stand alone in the starry sky without moving or speaking.
"Myriad Law True Lord?" Ye Xuan murmured to himself, but his gaze towards the Myriad Law True Lord was extremely solemn. He also felt an extremely terrifying pressure invade his mind.
"He's not the Myriad Law True Lord!"
Suddenly, an extremely weak voice rang out. The Immortal Elder of the South Pole coughed up blood as he pointed at the Myriad Law True Lord with trembling fingers. Unprecedented fear appeared in his eyes.
"What just happened? Why were you defeated? "
Shen Tu growled at the Immortal Elder of the South Pole. Clearly, the Myriad Law True Lord did not reveal himself, but how long had it been? He had actually injured the Immortal Elder of the South Pole to such a state. Shen Tu would never believe that the other party was a nobody.
"He's a Quasi-Saint!"
Peng Mo growled with a trembling voice, staring at the Myriad Law True Lord. A smear of extreme fear flashed through his eyes, as if he had discovered the other party's true identity.
"A Quasi-Saint?"
It immediately caused a huge commotion. When Peng Mo's words landed, all the powerful experts cried out in shock. They all focused their gazes on the Myriad Law True Lord. An emotion called fear permeated everyone.
In the Three Realms where Saints did not appear, Quasi-Saints were supreme existences. The so-called Daluo Jinxian was not even worth mentioning in the eyes of a Quasi-Saint!
"Peng Mo, do you recognize his true identity?"
Ye Xuan asked sternly. Since Peng Mo could identify the other party as a Quasi-Saint, he clearly understood the other party extremely well. Perhaps he knew the other party's true origins.
"The Myriad — Poison — Ancestor!"
Peng Mo's face was ghastly pale. He identified the other party as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Clearly, his mind was in turmoil.
"The Myriad Poison Ancestor?"
Shen Tu murmured to himself. Suddenly, he looked towards the Roc Demon and cried out, "Is the legend true? The quasi-Saint who hunted you down in the past was the Myriad Poison Ancestor?"
With Shen Tu's words, Peng Demon Zheng Zhong nodded, but his body was trembling and his eyes were drifting about. The scene of him being hunted down by the Myriad Poison Ancestor in the past appeared in his mind.
"Bastard!"
Suddenly, the dim light dissipated, revealing a pale and handsome face. Although he looked like a young Confucian scholar, when he opened and closed his eyes, there was a sense of vicissitudes, as if he was an old man who had lived for countless years.
"Myriad Poison Ancestor!"
When the Myriad Poison Ancestor revealed his true appearance, Shen Tu cried out in alarm, which made the various great cultivators even more terrified.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor, a Quasi-Saint!
Back in the Untainted World, he was merely at the peak of the Grand Heavenly Realm. It was unknown why he had quietly entered the Sage-to-be Realm after the War of the Investiture of the Gods. Although he was a rising star among the Sage-to-be and could not be compared to those Sage-to-be who had lived for countless years, he was still an extremely terrifying figure.
After all, the weakest among those who could become Quasi-Saints were existences that even Daluo Jinxian could not imagine. Now that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had appeared in the gathering of Nüwa palace, the outcome of this gathering was already without any suspense.
"In three days, the battle between the top four will begin."
Just as the various experts were deathly silent, the rumbling of the Dao rang out from all directions in the starry sky. The Primal Chaos Dao Field was dissipating, and space and time in this area changed. The Myriad Poison Ancestor smiled at Ye Xuan, then took a step forward and disappeared into the starry sky.
A simple glance from the Myriad Poison Ancestor made Ye Xuan frown, as he could sense a hint of mockery in his gaze, like a cat looking at a mouse.
"A Quasi-Saint?"
Ye Xuan's eyes were vicious, and his voice was cold and deep. He suddenly turned around and vanished. No one knew what Ye Xuan was thinking.
"Big brother, wait for me." The Roc Demon was pale as he caught up to Ye Xuan in a hurry. The two of them returned to their respective fields of light.
The great abilities of the various powers all dispersed, except everyone was bitter. Clearly, the meeting had already come to a conclusion. The Myriad Poison Ancestor would definitely return victorious, as no one was the Myriad Poison Ancestor's opponent.
… …
The sky was filled with stars, and the hall had no roof.
Ye Xuan sat in the air as the immortal light of the Great Immortal Realm shone slightly around him. The Roc Demon paced back and forth in the hall. His brows were firmly furrowed together, as if he had encountered a monumental problem.
"Roc Demon, don't you have anything you want to say to this emperor?"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan opened his eyes slowly. He looked at the Roc Demon with a vicious gaze, which made the Roc Demon's aura freeze. He looked at Ye Xuan with an ugly expression.
It was silent, silent, and oppressive.
The two of them stared at each other for several dozen seconds, until the Roc Demon's sunken eyes dispersed. He also let out a long sigh.
"Brother Ye, you must be very confused as to why I want to travel with you, right?" the Roc Demon said sternly.
Ye Xuan said nothing, as he believed the Roc Demon would tell him the reason himself.
Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the Roc Demon slowly explained his true intentions for participating in this gathering.
The Roc Demon's original form was the Golden-winged Great Peng, and he was also an existence revered as an ancestor in the three realms. The Myriad Poison Ancestor was also a peak Grand Immortal before he had become a Quasi-Saint, except his original form was the Myriad Poison Scorpion King. The two of them could be described as natural enemies.
In a battle for the spiritual herbs of the world, the two of them could be said to have formed a blood feud. Many great battles had erupted between them, but they all ended with the Myriad Poison Ancestor fleeing in defeat.
After all, the Golden-winged Great Peng naturally countered the Myriad Poison Scorpion King. Even though their cultivations were similar, the Myriad Poison Ancestor was not the Roc Demon's opponent.
A hundred thousand years ago, for some reason, the Myriad Poison Ancestor just happened to become a Quasi-Saint, which also began the Roc Demon's hundred-thousand-year path of escape.
Just like how once you become a Quasi-Saint, Grand Immortal would be no different from pigs or dogs. In the past, the Myriad Poison Ancestor had been hunted down by the Roc Demon for millions of kilometers, so now that he had become a Quasi-Saint, how could he let the Roc Demon go?
Under the endless pursuit, the Roc Demon lived in fear every single day. He was deeply afraid that the Myriad Poison Ancestor would find his tracks and end up dead.
Only when Saint Nüwa passed down a decree to start this gathering did the Roc Demon see a sliver of hope, as he knew that all the people who could participate in this gathering definitely possessed extraordinary backgrounds. Perhaps they could help him break free from the Myriad Poison Ancestor's pursuit.
Sure enough, when the Roc Demon entered the Thirty-Third Layer of Heaven, he saw Ye Xuan carrying the Immortal Ending sword on his back. This also made the Roc Demon lower himself and befriend Ye Xuan, travelling with Jade-White.
The Roc Demon's thoughts were very simple. Ye Xuan was the Celestial Emperor of the Three Worlds, and he had the support of the Tongtian. He also carried the Immortal Ending sword on his back, which was a Saint's spiritual treasure. Even Quasi-Saints would have to fear it.
Moreover, the Roc Demon had a vague guess that since the Immortal Ending sword was in Ye Xuan's hands, perhaps the other three swords were in Ye Xuan's hands as well. If Ye Xuan came with the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, even Quasi-Saints would have to avoid him.
This was because the cultivation Ye Xuan displayed was only at the Fourth Heavenly Layer of Grand Immortal Realm. Only the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation could defeat the various great masters. Even if Quasi-Saints came in person, they would have to admit defeat.
This was also why the Roc Demon wanted to befriend Ye Xuan. He even planned on joining Ye Xuan. His only request was for Ye Xuan to help him fend off the Myriad Poison Ancestor's endless pursuit.
However, the Roc Demon had never thought that Ye Xuan had not used the Immortal Ending sword at all, let alone the so-called Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
This also left the Roc Demon extremely confused. He had no idea whether the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was in Ye Xuan's hands or not. However, when the Myriad Poison Ancestor heavily injured the Immortal Elder of the South Pole, the Roc Demon discovered the Myriad Poison Ancestor's true body. Extreme fear rose up from the bottom of his heart.
Right now, he was in Nüwa's palace, so the Myriad Poison Ancestor would not attack him. However, once the banquet ended, the first person the Myriad Poison Ancestor would kill would definitely be him.
As a result, the Roc Demon's only hope lay with Ye Xuan. As long as Ye Xuan possessed the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the Myriad Poison Ancestor could only temporarily avoid him, and he would be able to avoid a life-or-death crisis.
As the Roc Demon explained tirelessly, Ye Xuan finally understood the Roc Demon's objective.
"Brother Ye, there's no need for us to feign civility at a time like this. Tell me, are the Immortal Slaying Swords in your hands?" the Roc Demon asked in a hurry. His gaze towards Ye Xuan was filled with hope.
"The Immortal Slaying Swords?"
Ye Xuan shook his head slowly. He said sternly, "A Worthy Younger Brother, you're overthinking things. The Immortal Slaying Swords are the greatest killing weapon beneath the heavenly dao, as well as the greatest treasure of the Tongtian kingdom. How can they possibly be in my hands?"
"This …?"
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the Roc Demon's face immediately paled. Even his eyes became extremely stern.
"You must be joking, big brother. If you don't have the Immortal Slaying Swords, you won't be able to cast down the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. Even if your battle prowess is equivalent to a peak Grand Immortal, how are you supposed to be the Myriad Poison Ancestor's opponent?" the Roc Demon asked with a trembling voice.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not answer the Roc Demon's question. However, when he opened and closed his eyes, a cold light flashed through the bottom of his eyes. He murmured, "The Myriad Poison Ancestor has just become a Saint. He might not necessarily be the final victor."
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