The Martial Saint held it once every thousand years.
Whether it was the Transcendent World's one hundred and eight realms or the Four Islands, all the Saints who passed the selection would gather in the Final World.
The people of the Four Islands were also part of the Transcendent World, but they were separated by the sea. The people of the two realms didn't like each other and had many conflicts.
This time, there were many people from the Four Islands. Although their population was small, their martial strength was quite strong. They had abundant resources and powerful inheritances.
Because the protectors had appeared and killed the people of the Primal Origin Sect, the other Saints didn't dare to provoke the protectors even if the people of the Four Islands appeared.
After all the forces settled in the Space, they were all looking for artifacts that could enhance their strength. They were also looking for ways to earn more benefits. Most of the forces were looking for ways to form cliques. Only in this way could they have more security inside the Space.
There were many dangers in the space of the Final World. There were ancient creatures and some terrifying forbidden lands. At the same time, it was accompanied by great opportunities. There would be some sacred objects that could increase one's strength, some ancient techniques that could temper the body, and even some rare treasures that could appear.
Many Heaven Reaching Realm powerhouses obtained gains in the end world space, then advanced triumphantly all the way, becoming a Heaven Reaching Realm powerhouse of a generation, establishing a force of their own.
This was a competition between Martial Saints and also a competition for resources.
If one could enter the Thousand Saints Assembly, it would be even more amazing. In the deeper layers of the Final World, there were even more things. There were even ancient secret realms that contained secret techniques to open higher realms. Everyone yearned for it.
Time passed day by day. The day of the Martial Saint Assembly was finally approaching.
However, Yang Zaisheng, this child, had once again provoked trouble. It was unknown how he had encountered the child from before, but the two of them had fought fiercely, causing chaos in the marketplace.
"You damned child, you still dare to appear. This young master will beat you until your parents can't recognize you."
"You're just a loser, yet you still dare to talk big. Why don't you see what kind of ability you have?"
"You're infuriating me. If it wasn't for the fact that more than half of my strength was sealed, I would have suppressed you in a matter of minutes."
"Hehe, you're talking as if I'm also using my full strength."
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These two children were destined to become the two most dazzling stars in this Martial Saint Assembly. At such a young age, they already possessed the strength of a Saint.
The two of them fought from the ground to the sky, causing the crowd to exclaim in surprise.
"Are they halflings? He's so small, but his combat power is so strong. "
"They destroyed my stall. These two brats are truly abominable."
"Where did these two kids come from? If I could take them as my disciples, it would be a great thing."
"Don't be silly. Look at their strength. No one can suppress them without top-notch fighting strength. They might have innate godly bodies. How heaven-defying."
Many Sages exclaimed in surprise. They were also curious about the background of these two children and who they were.
The monstrous geniuses from the various major forces all revealed looks of dissatisfaction. They had cultivated bitterly for many years, and now that they had just emerged, they actually encountered these two children blocking their path. This made them feel extremely vexed.
This time, Yang Wu was not in a hurry to capture the other child who might be his son. Instead, he called Wu Guhe over and let it sense where the god-level expert who was secretly protecting the child was.
Only by finding the person behind the child could he think of a way to deal with it.
Wu Guhe was a demonic beast from the Divine Firmament battlefield. It was very sensitive to some things in the void. Unfortunately, it could not find the person hiding in the void this time.
There were too many experts gathered in this place. Quite a number of Heaven Reaching Realm experts had descended here to protect their Saints. Although Wu Guhe could sense the void, he was unable to identify the people that Yang Wu was looking for.
The battle between Yang Zaisheng and the child came and went quickly. The child's combat power was indeed ferocious. Yang Zaisheng, whose strength was sealed, was beaten black and blue once again. When he wanted to fight desperately, the child took the opportunity to slip away. Yang Zaisheng was so angry that he shouted, "When we reach the Martial Sage Assembly, I will definitely teach you a lesson."
In fact, the two of them were about the same in terms of physical strength. If they really fought, it was still unknown who would have the upper hand.
After each battle, Yang Zaisheng's seal loosened a little more. As long as he could borrow the power of the heavenly lightning, killing Sages would be as easy as slaughtering chickens.
After this battle, Yang Wu was also unable to capture the child. However, he knew that the child called himself "Xie Tian".
Yang Wu was very uncomfortable when he heard this name. He was 90% sure that this child was his son. How could he feel good when he was given such an evil name?
"Wu-er, what's the matter with that child?" Yang Zhennan transmitted his voice to Yang Wu.
Yang Wu took a deep breath and said, "Father, let's go to the side and talk."
Yang Zhennan realized that this child was most likely related to Yang Wu.
The father and son walked to a quiet place, where Yang Wucai roughly told his father about the child's origin. As for the "magic seed" that the Marvelous Mathematician had mentioned, he did not mention a single word, for fear that his father would be worried.
"He … he really might be your son?" Yang Zhennan was moved.
Yang Wu nodded and said, "Most likely."
"No wonder, no wonder I felt that he looked very similar to you when you were young. The only difference is that the kid is too evil. Now it seems that he really might be my grandson." Yang Zhennan was surprised and happy.
There was no news about his other son. He did not expect that he would have a grandson now.
This news came too suddenly and made him very surprised.
If he went back and told his wife, she would be very happy.
"Father, don't be happy too early. This is only a possibility. It is not 100% certain."
"No, it is definitely him. Your bloodline has a reaction, and so do I. Although it is not as strong as yours, I feel very close to that kid. Moreover, he looks exactly like you when you were young. How could he not be your son? I will go and find him."
"Father, if I could find him, I would have found him long ago. The person behind him is very strong. I am not his match. Don't go looking for him. Wait until we enter the Final World Space, then find a way to find him and explain things to him."
"Alright, what you said makes sense. I really can't wait to meet that kid."
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The Martial Saint Assembly was finally about to begin.
The guardian once again appeared on the Martial Saint Tablet. His voice faintly rang out, "Saints, drop your blood and leave your names on the Martial Saint Tablet."
Following his command, the million Saints all forced out their essence blood and condensed it into their names. They then threw it at the Martial Saint Tablet.
In the blink of an eye, a million drops of Sage blood soared into the sky like translucent blood light, causing waves of red clouds to appear. There was also a rainbow crossing the sky, and many stars flashed in the nine heavens, pouring down boundless starry power.
The power of the million Saints caused a phenomenon that resonated with the heavens and earth.
They were all powerful martial artists who had gone through countless trials and tribulations. They were compatible with the Great Dao and had cultivated to the Saint Realm. Gathering here at the same time, causing a phenomenon was inevitable.
After the million Saints' names were imprinted on the Martial Saint Tablet, the Martial Saint Tablet received the power of the stars in the nine heavens and emitted a dazzling light.
Swoosh!
The ten thousand names on the Martial Saint Tablet began to disappear. They were replaced by the million Saints' names and imprinted on it.
The Martial Saint Tablet became extremely red. Waves of blood Qi rushed into the sky. After a long while, it gradually disappeared and returned to normal.
At this moment, the Martial Saint Tablet had already imprinted a million names.
Now, no one's name was ranked. Only after entering the Final World Space would the ranking change.
In the Final Space, there are no rules, and that is the biggest rule. Whoever survives to the end will be the Martial Saint, and whoever stays the longest will be the First Martial Saint. The Martial Saint Tablet will record your situation at all times. Whoever dies, their name will disappear. Whoever is willing to give up, their name will also disappear. Only the last ten thousand people will be able to leave their names on the Martial Saint Tablet. Everyone, do your best, "the guardian announced.
Immediately after, a million jade tablets fell from the Martial Saint Tablet and flew towards the Saints.
The Saints reached out and held their jade tablets in their hands. These jade tablets represented their lives.
Those who could not hold on could crush their jade tablets and be transported out of the Final World Space.
This was a jade tablet with a fixed location teleportation formation.
If they did not crush their jade tablets in time when they were in danger, they would completely die in the Final World Space. There would be no chance for them to be reborn.
This was a meeting where their lives were at stake.
"Open the Spatial Gate." The guardian said faintly. Suddenly, a dozen old figures appeared in the sky. These people erupted with heavenly power at the same time. They mobilized the power of heaven and earth and hit the Martial Saint Tablet. Under the convergence of many forces, a light gate faintly appeared.
This was the Spatial Gate to the Final World Space.
"We have opened the Spatial Gate to the first three layers of the Final World Space. You can survive in the first three layers. The last ten thousand Martial Saints must pass through the first three layers. The Martial Saint Tablet will have a conclusion. No one can fake it. Saints, please enter." The guardian's voice sounded again.
"The space of the final world has opened. It's the time for us to make contributions. Blood Evil Sect members, follow me in." A Saint from the Blood Evil Sect shouted and led a group of Saints into the space gate.
"For thousands of years, my Long Life Temple has obtained countless great achievements. This time, it's our turn. How can we ruin the reputation of our ancestors? Saints of the Long Life Temple, follow me into the Final World Space." The people of the Long Life Temple also moved.
"Amitabha. My Tianli Temple also wants to fight for an incense stick. Follow this monk in."
"Saints of the Purple Firmament Temple, listen up. Enter the Final World Space together. We must become Martial Saints."
"How can my Dragon Tiger Sect fall behind others?"
Many forces took the lead and rushed into the Spatial Gate. They wanted to enter the Final World Space as soon as possible.
Millions of Saints moved together. What a majestic scene it was.
These people gathered the strongest Saints of the Transcendent World. They were the representatives of the backbone of the Transcendent World.
Yang Wu said to the Yang Family Saints, "My Yang Family is no longer the Yang Family of the past. You are all the cornerstones of my Yang Family. You don't need to fight for the title of Martial Saint. You just need to seize more opportunities that belong to you. Prioritize your life. Don't force yourself. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
"Good. Follow this patriarch."
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