The Summer State, the Yi Clan.
On this day, the Moon Saint of the Yue Clan personally came to visit.
Since the Moon Saint had come in person, it was naturally Saint Yi who personally received him.
At this time, in a pavilion of the Yi Clan, two top figures of the Summer State sat together drinking tea and chatting, as if they were good friends who had not seen each other for many years.
"I heard that Xihua Sacred Mountain, the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, and the Hall of Holy Light are gathering their armies and preparing to attack the Barren State. The strength of these three holy lands is not something that the Barren State can compare to, especially the Hall of Holy Light. Although several cultivators have fallen in Zhongzhou City, the power of the Hall of Holy Light is among the top five in the Nine States. It is not an undeserved reputation. Coupled with the forces of the Endless Ocean, do you really intend to lead the cultivators of the Yue Clan to participate?"
Saint Yi said to the Moon Saint, seemingly trying to persuade him to give up.
"Do you intend to participate in the war, Saint Yi?" the Moon Saint asked.
"Whether I participate in the war or not, the Holy Zhi Palace will be destroyed," Saint Yi said calmly as he sipped his tea. Saint Yi tasted the tea and said calmly. Saint Ji's character was sharp, and they would not wait for Ye Futian to grow up and threaten them.
With the arrival of the army, no matter how strong Ye Futian's individual strength was, he would not be able to reverse the situation.
"What if the Holy Zhi Palace is destroyed and Ye Futian survives?" The Moon Saint looked at Saint Yi and said, "If Ye Futian wants to break out of the encirclement, is there a chance?"
Saint Yi thought of the battle that day and pondered for a moment, then said, "The chances are not high, but there is still such a possibility."
"If it really comes to that, and the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State is destroyed, the Yue Clan will protect Ye Futian with our lives. We can give up the inheritance of Renhuang, as long as he lives." The Moon Saint smiled and said, "If Ye Futian enters the peak of the Sage Plane, he can destroy an army by himself. Do you admit it, Saint Yi?"
Saint Yi looked across at the Moon Saint. He was really ruthless.
Thinking of Ye Futian's invincible figure that day, if he entered the peak of the Sage Plane, even Kong Yao, who was in the top ten of the Sage Ranking, would not be able to withstand a blow from his halberd. He would be absolutely invincible, and he might really be comparable to an army by himself.
"If Ye Futian is still alive and wants to report to the palace, who can resolve the enmity?" The Moon Saint picked up his teacup and took a sip, then put it down and said, "Speaking of which, while the Yi clan did shoot a few arrows that day, it was not a major conflict. As long as they were willing to stand by and send someone to apologize and not participate in the battle, Ye Futian would not care too much about it. No matter what storms are stirred up in the Nine States, the Yi clan will be able to stay out of it, so why take the risk? After all, even if he obtained the inheritance of Renhuang, could Saint Yi be confident that he could win against Saint Ji? Saint Yi must have some understanding of Saint Ji's character. "
"If the Nine States are in turmoil, inaction is the best strategy. Why did so many holy lands stand by and watch that day? First, there was the arrogant Great Zhou Sacred King who bullied Ye Futian. What about the Great Zhou Sacred King now? Zhisheng Cliffs was nothing to them if their strength continued to drop. Now that Saint Ji and Saint Xihua have also entered the game, can they all guarantee that they will be able to escape unscathed? The Qi clan is eyeing us like a tiger watching its prey, waiting for the Hall of Holy Light to decline. Saint Yi, why are you getting involved in this mess? "
The Moon Saint continued. Saint Yi revealed a thoughtful look. He had to admit that what the Moon Saint said made some sense.
He also understood that if they had been able to kill Ye Futian that day, the holy lands would not have minded kicking him when he was down. After all, the inheritance of Renhuang was there. How could they know the result without fighting for it?
So, now, was Ye Futian and the Holy Zhi Palace in a doomed situation?
"Since Moon Saint knows that inaction is the best strategy, why did you enter the game?" Saint Yi stared at the Moon Saint. Moreover, he had acted when Ye Futian was facing enemies from all over the Nine States, and now he was trying to persuade him to stand by.
"Saint Yi knows that the Yue clan had some friendship with Ye Futian before this, and his own talent is extraordinary. In the future, he may be able to see the scenery above the Saint Plane. In any case, a little help at that time is better than snatching the Renhuang ritual implement. Now, since we have entered the game, we can only go on." The Moon Saint smiled and said, "Moreover, can't you see that Saint Xia also values Ye Futian? It will not be so easy to kill Ye Futian."
As he said this, he stood up and said, "That is all I have to say. If Saint Yi still decides to participate in the war, then we will have to fight. Farewell."
As he said this, the Moon Saint stood up and left.
After he left, Saint Yi's eyes still showed a thoughtful look, as if he had not yet made up his mind.
"Send cultivators to the holy lands to monitor their movements. Send more people to the Barren State to see what the Holy Zhi Palace is doing," said Saint Yi.
"Yes." Someone outside the pavilion took the order and left.
…
On a Buddha Mountain in War State, this was the holy land of War State, the Vajra Region, known as the strongest holy land for fighting.
The cultivators of the Vajra Region cultivated Buddhist combat methods. They were unparalleled, and their attacks were extremely powerful. Because the Lord of the Vajra Region valued Yu Sheng's talent, he invited him to cultivate in the Vajra Region for three years.
At this time, many monks in kasayas sat cross-legged on prayer mats. In front of them was the Lord of the Vajra Region, who was giving a sermon.
His voice was like the voice of the Buddha, but also like the Great Path. It resonated with the 108 Buddhas behind him and turned into the sound of Sanskrit, enlightening them.
After a long time, the Lord of the Vajra Region stopped chanting. He held the Buddha beads in his hand and looked at the crowd. "You have been listening to the Way for many years, but you rarely go down the mountain. Now that the Nine States are in turmoil, go down the mountain to comprehend the Way."
"Region Lord, who should we help?" asked a monk.
"Whoever we want to help," said the Lord of the Vajra Region.
"Very well." Everyone nodded and turned to leave.
On this day, the 108 battle monks of the Vajra Region went down the mountain to seek the Way and went to the Barren State.
…
At this time, on a floating platform outside the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, a figure in a long blue dress stood quietly at the edge, looking into the distance.
The wind blew past, blowing her long hair and gently caressing her stunning face. Her dress also swayed with the wind, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.
"Master." At this time, Goddess Qingni came over from behind, looking at the back of the Glass Saint.
These days, the Glass Saint had been silent and rarely spoke. The death of Sister Yuechan had been a great blow to her master.
"How is the situation outside?" the Glass Saint asked softly without looking back.
"The Hall of Holy Light, Xihua Sacred Mountain, and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty are all gathering their armies. They may set off for the Barren State at any time," said Goddess Qingni.
"What else?" asked the Glass Saint again.
"The forces of the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple have all sent people to the Sage Hall to ask for forgiveness," continued Goddess Qingni. The Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple had also summoned the cultivators of the Sage Hall region, but no one accepted the order.
The situation of the Barren State was now known to all of the Nine States, and it was very likely that it would face destruction.
After the Barren State was destroyed, the next force to be destroyed would probably be the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple. Under such circumstances, the forces of the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple would not dare to participate in the war, and could only send people to beg for mercy.
The Glass Saint was silent and still looked into the distance. She said, "Summon the people of the Sage Hall above the Sage Plane to the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty. Everyone else, leave the Sage Hall temporarily. If something happens to me, never come back."
"Master." Goddess Qingni's heart trembled slightly.
"Do as I say," continued the Glass Saint. Goddess Qingni nodded and then left.
Soon, news spread that the cultivators of the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple had all dispersed in one day. A group of cultivators had gone to the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, but they did not make a move. It seemed that they were only there to contain the forces of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
As for the Glass Saint, she had naturally left the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, and no one knew where she was. Some people said that the Glass Saint was in the Holy Capital of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, preparing to fight to the death with the Great Zhou Sacred King. The grudge between the Great Zhou Sacred King and the Glass Saint had also been dug up by people with ulterior motives.
…
A storm that swept through all the states was gathering, and in the center of the storm, the Barren State was the most lively.
These days, countless people from the Barren State went to Zhongzhou City, and many even came to the Holy Zhi Palace to borrow swords.
The Holy Zhi Palace had been razed to the ground. Ye Futian had been setting up matrices in the palace, and at the same time, he had used his Chess Spirit to study the way of matrices. At the moment, there were interlocking matrices in the vast palace. Within the matrices, there were swords, and every sword was a Sage level ritual implement.
At this time, a group of people came through the air, and a voice came over, "Futian."
"Why is the College Chief here?" Ye Futian looked up at the figure in the air. It was the College Chief of the Divine Sky City Starry School, and he had long since become the College Chief of the Top Three Schools.
"I heard that you borrowed swords from the Barren State, and all the swords in the Divine Sky City area," said Chen Yuan with a smile.
"It's not just me. The West Mountain Dragon Clan, Gu Clan, and other forces of the Divine Sky City have also come. Although we didn't borrow many swords, we old fellows still have some fighting strength," said Chen Yuan with a smile. Beside him was the chief of the Zhaixing House, Mu Chuan.
Ye Futian looked at the familiar figures and felt moved. He smiled and said, "Thank you, seniors, for coming to help. However, Yunxi and Ling 'er shouldn't join in the fun. Let them return to the Divine Sky City."
He naturally saw Gu Yunxi, Long Ling 'er, and the others in the crowd behind Chen Yuan.
Gu Yunxi looked at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes, and there was still a hint of affection in her gentle eyes. She heard that Ye Futian was now able to defeat all the cultivators ranked on the Sage Ranking of the Nine States. His path was legendary.
"I'm a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace, so why can't I join the battle? Brother Futian, don't try to chase me away," said Long Ling 'er, looking at Ye Futian.
"With your strength, why can't you join the battle? You can stay, but you have to be obedient. If the battle really starts, follow the others to the Holy Sage Pavilion." Ye Futian shook his head and smiled bitterly. On the day of the battle, he would let everyone below the Sage Plane enter the Holy Sage Pavilion and set up matrices. Even if they lost, he had to protect them.
At this time, another person came from the air.
"Futian," said a gentle voice.
A gentle voice was heard. Ye Futian raised his head and saw two people coming. A strange look came over his face. "Little Butterfly, why are you here?"
"Master said that you promised to test the medicine for him, so before that, you can't …" Little Butterfly paused as she spoke.
"Can't I die?" Ye Futian smiled and said.
Little Butterfly smiled and said, "Master said that the last round of medicine testing will be held in the Holy Zhi Palace, so he ordered me and my brother to come."
"Saint Jiang is too ruthless." Ye Futian was speechless. He chased him all the way to the Holy Zhi Palace!
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