In the distance, a group of figures flew over at incredible speed. It was the people who had chased after Ye Futian.
Yan Jiu from Sword Saint Villa and Mortal World were the fastest. Behind them were the people from the various top forces, all staring coldly at Ye Futian in the relic.
They had actually been toyed with by an Arcana Plane cultivator.
Ning Huang walked over, still extremely domineering. His body was bathed in light, like a god.
Everyone's eyes were on the relic. These people from the top forces all had powerful backgrounds, so they knew some things that others did not. They had sent people to keep an eye on Ye Futian, waiting for him to finish collecting the holy badges. In their eyes, the real opponent was not Ye Futian, but the competition between them. How could someone in the Arcana Plane open the relic under their watch?
However, Ye Futian did not open the relic himself, and the person who opened the relic still gave it to him in the end.
They were born to be geniuses and had never been toyed with like this, especially Ning Huang. Who was he? How could he be toyed with to steal an ordinary ring?
Lifting their heads, Ning Huang and the others looked at the enormous flame god of war. Flaming Prison City was probably the place where the Holy Zhi Palace's ancestors had passed away on the Holy Road, leaving their legacies here for future generations to cultivate.
Many of the great relics in the Holy Road had been left behind by the Holy Zhi Palace's ancestors. They were all magnanimous people, willing to become soil after their deaths to nourish their descendants and become a part of the Holy Road. Ordinary people probably did not know the meaning of the Holy Road.
"Anyone who handed me a holy badge in the past can enter the relic to cultivate. Those who did not hand over a holy badge are not allowed to enter." Ye Futian stood in the middle of the shadow and spoke loudly. His voice spread through the air and into the distance. The people who had rushed over trembled, especially those who had handed over a holy badge before. They were overjoyed.
Ye Futian had succeeded. He had opened the great relic and was ready to fulfill his promise.
This time, he did not plan to allow everyone on the Holy Road to comprehend the relic like before. Instead, he only allowed those who had handed over their holy badges. This way, those who coveted the relic but were unwilling to hand over their holy badges would lose their chance to fish in troubled waters. They all knew that there were too many people like this. They thought that if they did not hand over their holy badges, it would be the same as before. Ye Futian would break the relic and everyone would be able to cultivate. All they had to do was follow Ye Futian.
Obviously, they were wrong this time.
One figure after another walked toward the relic. They were all cultivators who had handed over their holy badges before.
However, at that moment, Yan Jiu pointed his finger up in the air. In an instant, a terrifying Sword Will flowed in the air. Thousands of swords of light floated in the air, clanging and exploding with shocking destructive power.
Everyone stared at Yan Jiu. The genius of the Sword Saint Villa stepped forward. Terrifying Sword Will moved with his body, and the surrounding space became extremely oppressive. He stared at Ye Futian, then raised his hand and pointed out. Suddenly, endless Sword Will gathered at one point, turning into an unparalleled sword light. It pierced through the air and headed for Ye Futian in the relic.
The whistling of the sword was ear-piercing, and the Sword Will was extremely terrifying. It was extremely far away, but it was ignored by the Sword Will and went straight for Ye Futian.
In the relic, streaks of flames descended, instantly wrapping around the sharp sword that was coming for Ye Futian. The dazzling sharp sword burned, but it continued forward. However, it was gradually melted into nothingness.
Yan Jiu still did not give up. He continued forward, and a terrifying shadow appeared behind him. The Sword Will filled the sky, as if a sword saint had descended. The Spiritual Qi in the sky seemed to resonate with his body, turning into flowing Sword Will and howling in the endless air.
Thousands of Sword Will descended, heading for Ye Futian. Ye Futian looked up at the sky and saw the Sword Will flying everywhere. Ye Futian's expression was cold, but at that moment, the sound of a flute was heard. Beside Ye Futian, Xiao Junyi was playing the flute. The light of Rhythmic Sorcery collided with the Sword Will like lightning, and both were destroyed.
Many people looked at Xiao Junyi. The sound of the flute was long, turning into a terrifying Rhythmic Sorcery storm that grew stronger and stronger. Streaks of terrifying Rhythmic Sorcery flowed around his body. In the next moment, the Rhythmic Sorcery rushed into Ye Futian's spiritual will without any warning.
The Rhythmic Sorcery was formless, and there was no prelude when he attacked. Even the people below the relic did not notice when Ye Futian was attacked.
However, the sound turned into a spiritual will attack, wreaking havoc in Ye Futian's spiritual will. Xiao Junyi's body was still facing Yan Jiu's direction. He had a melancholic aura and was extraordinarily handsome.
At that moment, in Ye Futian's spiritual world, streaks of terrifying Rhythmic Sorcery killed their way into him. It was as if they had turned into terrifying dark light, wreaking havoc and destroying the power of his spiritual will. He felt a bone-chilling coldness all over his body. He had thought that after the relic opened, he would be able to quietly increase his cultivation. He had not expected that there would be a fatal blow waiting for him here.
While he was scheming against the geniuses of the Holy Road, there were also people who had been scheming against him. They were waiting for this final fatal blow to rob him of all his achievements.
There seemed to be streaks of terrifying deathly gray air currents in the Rhythmic Sorcery. In an instant, Ye Futian felt his spiritual will collapsing. He did not even have time to use the power of the relic. The terrifying deathly gray air currents invaded his entire body. His face turned black in an instant, and the blackness spread throughout his body.
"What's going on?"
At that moment, everyone's expressions froze when they saw the strange look on Ye Futian's body. Then, they saw a terrifying, formless Rhythmic Sorcery storm envelop Ye Futian, as if trying to isolate his body from the relic.
"Xiao Junyi."
Everyone's eyes fell on the handsome and melancholic figure. Xia Hou smirked coldly when he saw the scene. He had felt that this person was very terrifying when he fought with Xiao Junyi before. How could such a person be willing to be used by Ye Futian? So he was just like them, hiding his strength well.
Yi Xiaoshi stepped out in an instant. Extremely sharp golden branches and leaves swept out, stabbing out like terrifying spears.
Xiao Junyi was still playing his flute. At the same time, a dark light shone, attacking along with the Rhythmic Sorcery. The branches and vines that Yi Xiaoshi had attacked actually turned black in an instant, and then withered. There was no sign of life, and they had lost their offensive power.
"The Aura of Dead Spirits."
Many people's hearts trembled when they saw this scene. They thought of the people who had mysteriously died in the palace. It was actually him!
Their hearts trembled. Xiao Junyi was extraordinarily handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. His cultivation and talent were all above average, and he had been recommended by others to protect Ye Futian. However, this Xiao Junyi had another terrifying side to him.
"A necromancer." The top figures all looked surprised and looked at Xiao Junyi. The flute was still playing, and Ye Futian's face turned completely black. The Aura of Dead Spirits swept through his body, trying to take away his life. At the same time, the Spiritual Will attack from the Rhythmic Sorcery made it impossible for him to even communicate with the relic, and he was being eaten away bit by bit.
However, at that moment, a terrifying light flowed around Ye Futian's body. The black aura disappeared from his face bit by bit. At the same time, Xiao Junyi felt a divine power protecting his spiritual will, unable to corrode or destroy it.
"Boom!" A terrifying Flame Will wrapped around his body, burning all the Will of the Dead Spirits. Then, he opened his eyes, and cold flames shot towards Xiao Junyi. The relic exploded, and a terrifying beam of Flame Will rushed into Xiao Junyi's mind. Xiao Junyi grunted, and his body was thrown back. He put down the flute and looked at Ye Futian. There was a mysterious power protecting Ye Futian's spiritual will, causing him to fail.
In an instant, a terrifying current of flames swept out, engulfing Xiao Junyi. However, black smoke appeared around Xiao Junyi's body, and the Aura of Death spread everywhere. He frantically tried to escape into the distance, but the current of flames still caught up to him, burning him. The black smoke exploded, and then turned into ashes. In the distance, Xiao Junyi's body floated down. He was still elegant and outstanding.
Xiao Junyi looked at Ye Futian. His expression was the same as usual. Although he had failed, he still looked calm. He turned around and floated away, preparing to leave.
"Who is the Dark Sage to you?" Xia Hou walked over and looked at Xiao Junyi. It seemed that it was not an injustice to be blocked by Xiao Junyi before.
Xiao Junyi ignored him and continued on his way. Xia Hou stepped out and lifted his palm. Instantly, the Endless Flames of Ruin floated in the air. Xiao Junyi, who had his back facing Xia Hou, took out his flute and blew on it again. From afar, several silhouettes soared up into the air, heading straight for Xia Hou.
Xia Hou frowned slightly. He waved his hand, and the Flames of Ruin burned out, enveloping the figures. However, the figures seemed to feel nothing and continued to attack him.
"Dead spirits." Xia Hou's face was pale. He raised his hand and grabbed at the incoming figures. The Flames of Ruin burned everything, burning the figures into nothingness. However, Xiao Junyi had already gone far away, as if he had no interest in fighting him at all.
"Controlling dead spirits. It must be the Dark Sage's heir. It seems that the Barren State will not be peaceful in this generation," Bing Yi said from the warship in the air. Ning Huang, Yan Jiu, Yuan Zhan, and the others were all geniuses.
Now, there was the heir of the Dark Sage. The Dark Sage was cold and eccentric. Countless people had died at his hands. There were too many powerful figures who wanted to kill him, but those who dared to do so often ended up in a terrible state. Now, the Dark Sage was a terrifying existence ranked at the top of the Barren Sky Ranking.
Even Ye Futian's talent was very strong. It was just that his plane was slightly lower. This Holy Road was filled with experts.
Moreover, this was only one of the nine Holy Roads. The Dawn Road had never been the Holy Road that people thought was the most promising.
When they walked out of the Dawn Road and gathered at the Holy Zhi Palace, what would the scene be like when all nine Holy Roads were gathered?
However, although Ye Futian could not do anything to him because of the relic, he was undoubtedly playing with fire. Even if the relic could increase his strength, what would happen after that? Would he be able to reach the top in a single step?
After fooling Ning Huang and the others, there was no way for Ye Futian to survive. No matter how talented he was, he would probably still die on the Holy Road.
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