this infinite world

—The moment that song began, Yang Yun understood who his enemy truly was.

Hymns are symbols of holiness and manifestations of holiness. Whether the singing is a celebration of heaven and earth or a spontaneous sound arising from the unbearable burden on a plane, whenever a hymn is sung, it is inextricably linked to the existence of holiness.

Of course, there are differences in quality among the hymns. For example, the song that arose after Adam usurped the power of the villain was merely illusory and ethereal, with fragmented and disorganized melodies and chaotic notes, deserving only to be classified as "false sainthood." The hymns of the saints of all races slain by Chi You in Silent Hill were incomplete, merely chaotic fragments… But now, the hymn resounding throughout heaven and earth has solidified, its melody unified, its notes tangible—undoubtedly, a true saint has descended upon this place!

However, faced with the deafening hymns and the overwhelming dark figure before him, whose presence was enough to blot out the sky and whose oppressive aura swept across the entire area, Yang Yun revealed an indescribable and strange expression.

The reason is simple... the opponent's "sacred path" is simply too weak.

Compared to the "hymn" which represents the status and presence of a saint and has more symbolic than practical significance, and the "sacred position" which every saint must possess and is imprinted on the membrane of the multiverse as a reference point, the sacred way is the true essence of a saint, which is the manifestation of the light of their soul and symbolizes the "way" of this saint.

At the advanced fourth tier, those aspiring to sainthood can condense the rudimentary form of the Sacred Path, until they can "engrave" their own Path onto the dimensional membrane, leaving an indelible mark. At this moment, their life's enlightenment will collapse and condense at a higher dimension, transforming into a unique manifestation of the "Path"...like compressing a vast galaxy into a pearl in the palm of their hand. This Sacred Path is both the sublimation of their spiritual light and the perfect interpretation of their existence.

A novice saint can cover a plane with the light of their mind, evolving a realm from the path of sainthood. Even if it is only the size of the solar system at first, it can eventually cover the boundless sea of ​​stars and the vast expanse of space as it grows. Upon reaching the ultimate attainment, a single thought can create and destroy galaxies, and a breath can swallow and exhale the void; it can be said that "when it arises, it manifests the Dharma of heaven and earth; when it disperses, it returns to the primordial beginning"...

Having experienced the final battle, Yang Yun had also witnessed the saintly demeanor of many novice saints. After all, those sent by the Primordial Heavenly Court to participate in the final battle were certainly not ordinary people; those extremely powerful individuals each demonstrated their own saintly path to the fullest.

When the Holy Path of the Central Buddha of the World unfolds, it can instantly transform space into a Buddhist kingdom on earth, where golden lotuses bloom everywhere and Buddha's light shines universally, even turning sand into Mount Sumeru. Furthermore, it can empower its followers with its own Holy Path, elevating them to "pseudo-saints" who are at least comparable to "loose immortals." The Holy Path of Venus is even more formidable, pushing the art of "warfare and slaughter" to its extreme. Under its Holy Path, the auras and causal relationships of hundreds of military immortals mesh together with precision like gears, forming a unified whole and unleashing unimaginable power…

How can the light of a firefly rival the brilliance of the sun and moon?

For some reason, gazing at the "incredibly weak" Holy Path before him, Yang Yun couldn't help but think of this phrase. In his eyes, this so-called "Holy Path" was like a toddler learning to walk, scribbling charcoal on scrap paper, yet claiming to have painted a vast landscape—utterly laughable… Even more ironic was that even those self-deprecatingly "fake" Immortal Paths within the cultivation system could surpass it!
It's important to understand that while immortals in the cultivation system lack true sainthood, they can simulate the power of the saintly path through cultivation methods. Even if they cannot rival true saints, they far surpass the advanced fourth-tier saintly path prototypes, allowing them to arbitrarily distort and erode the laws of planes… However, in Yang Yun's view, the saintly path displayed before him far surpasses not only that of true saints, but even the power displayed by those exceptionally talented immortals in the final battle!
For the first time in history, Yang Yun was somewhat unsure of his own judgment... Was this truly a saint? Or some fake saint who was just using someone else's authority to intimidate others?
Although the so-called oppressive aura and sacred hymns were nothing more than a gentle breeze in Yang Yun's eyes, and the seemingly all-encompassing darkness was at best a thin veil, Yang Yun still sighed upon seeing the members of the Northern Ice Continent team who were unable to lift their heads under the oppressive aura of the saint. He decided to make a move to test the waters first. Whether it was an illusion or something else, this slap should at least reveal its true strength.

"Snapped!"

However, what surprised Yang Yun even more was yet to come.

It was clearly just a simple attack that incorporated Yang Yun's understanding of the four elements of time, space, matter, and energy, and he didn't even use half of his strength. Yet, under this seemingly casual strike, a crisp explosion resounded through the sky!

"Ah—!" Accompanied by an extremely chilling scream of pain, the black-robed figure that had been blotting out the sky just a moment ago now swayed violently like a candle flickering in the wind. The seemingly terrifying Dark Holy Path crumbled the moment it touched Yang Yun's palm phantom, vanishing without a trace like morning mist under the blazing sun.

The hymns ceased abruptly, the oppressive force of the heavens and earth diminished dramatically, and the polluted clouds visibly faded from their inky blackness. The entire continent of Middle-earth seemed to be paused, even the howling winds seemed to freeze for a moment—

Then, everything returned to calm.

Is this the end?
Sensing that his opponent's aura had vanished without a trace, Yang Yun stared blankly at his palm, momentarily dazed. He had expected at least a decent contest, but his opponent hadn't even withstood his probing. It felt like punching cotton with all his might—indescribably awkward.

...Wait, buddy, I thought you were pretty strong. How dare you act so arrogantly when you're so weak?

After confirming it three times, Yang Yun finally realized that he had slapped a Saint away with one hand, and it was a genuine low-level Saint, the kind with a Saintly position... You have to know, he didn't even activate "Origin - Infinite Reincarnation", it was really just a normal test!
"...What a weak saint."

In the end, Yang Yun could only manage to utter this sentence: "If this is the level of the saints in this multiverse, then I can probably understand why the 'main god' was able to issue the Reincarnation Team the mission of 'eliminating saints'."

"After all, when Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, and I were at the mid-fourth tier, we could beat Fei Mian to his knees and drag him onto the Investiture of the Gods as Xing Nu. And this so-called 'Saint' isn't even as valuable as Fei Mian..."

Yang Yun's whispers were barely audible, but that didn't stop the members of the Northern Ice Continent team from watching with almost reverent eyes the burly man who had casually slapped away the figure that had just resembled a world-destroying demon king.

While the exact strength of the enemy from before couldn't be determined, the overwhelming pressure alone was enough to prove its terror. And Yang Yun, who could casually repel it, possessed unfathomable strength…

"……Why."

Seeing Chu Hao's hesitant expression, Yang Yun hesitated for a moment before finally letting out a soft sigh and saying from the bottom of his heart, "You members of the Reincarnation Squad..."

"We were truly born in a great era." (End of Chapter)