this infinite world

Since Yang Yun left the original multiverse and discovered that his realm had fallen because he could not take the sainthood he had attained with him, he has been thinking about this problem... How can he regain the peak power he had when he was a high-level saint in a new multiverse with a non-saint body?

This is undoubtedly quite difficult, because the position of sainthood is itself "real estate" in the multiverse. As the saying goes, "You can run away from the monk but you can't hide from the temple," so achieving this is naturally extremely difficult. Therefore, Yang Yun wisely lowered his requirements... that is, is there a way to allow non-saints to possess the status of saints, so that they can not be at a disadvantage in battles against saints?

—Yes, brother, yes.

In the history of the multiverse, there was actually someone who experienced the same predicament as Yang Yun. At that time, due to his journey through the multiverse, he came from the territory of Light Gaia to the territory of Dark Gaia, which made it impossible for him to maintain his status as a saint. Furthermore, Dark Gaia's strict guard against the attainment of sainthood made it even more difficult for him to regain his sainthood.

Therefore, when he was reincarnated into the Three-Eyed Clan of the First Era, he used his knowledge of cultivation and combined it with the technology of the Three-Eyed Clan to build nine Ark warships, which were also the last and strongest fortresses, so that his future self, even without being a saint, could obtain power comparable to a saint.

The ark warship he built was named "Kunlun"; the strongest trump card he left behind was named "Saint Armor"; and the one who left all of this behind was named "Fuxi"!
In the ancient lunar war, Pei Jiao used the Saint's Armor, gaining a Saint's rank in a short time, which enabled him to kill the novice Saint Loki with a single "Chaos - The Great Dao Begins and Ends" attack. The one who provided him with the computational power at that time was none other than the Three-Eyed Princess Xuena, who was related to him by blood… And now, eighteen thousand years later, this extremely precious knowledge has been passed down to Yang Yun!

Ever since his journey through the time-space corridor, Yang Yun had long regarded the Human Emperor Fuxi as the ultimate boss, a towering mountain that had to be overthrown. When he sought instruction from Xue Na in the techniques created by Fuxi, he held no reservations—as the art of war says, "Use their own methods against them." If he could defeat the now-misguided "Human Emperor Fuxi" using the techniques left behind by Fuxi, then Fuxi himself would surely be immensely pleased.

Thus, Yang Yun used the techniques he learned from Xue Na as a foundation and the fragments of the Haotian Mirror as the core to perform the "False Sainthood" technique!

Yang Yun possessed no shortage of experience as a sage; the vast energy accumulated within him was sufficient to fully unleash the sage's power. As for his deductive and computational abilities, perhaps no innate spiritual treasure in the world could surpass the Haotian Mirror. How could Xue Na, as the human computational core, possibly reach such a level? The difference between them was like the moon compared to a firefly, or the ocean compared to a stream…

Therefore, if we consider the strength of the Saint Armor now that it has been activated, Pei Jiao from back then was actually the challenger!
—It's time to fight back.

The speed of thought has always transcended the constraints of the material world. The moment Yang Yun reopened his eyes in the real dimension, the "World-Suppressing Seal," carrying the power to destroy the world, tore through space and time to arrive.

Faced with this killing move that even the Golden Body of Zhang Liu could not withstand, Yang Yun simply raised his right hand casually and slightly lifted it up—the arc of his five fingers spread out just enough to hold the critical point of the World-Suppressing Seal's explosion, thus neutralizing this supreme Buddhist divine power that was enough to return a great world to chaos!
Then, facing the astonished expression on Jieyin's face, Yang Yun suddenly took a step forward, put his five fingers together, and threw a punch.

A simple punch, devoid of any technique, as unassuming as the movements of an ordinary person. Yet, this utterly ordinary punch annihilated everything in its path the instant it was thrown. Wherever the fist passed, the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire crumbled, transforming into the most primordial chaotic energy. And the emerald light condensed at the tip of the fist was millions of times more dazzling than the radiance of a supernova explosion!
No sound.

With a punch, Yang Yun pierced through the golden body, which was said to have withstood countless calamities, creating a shockingly large hole in its chest. Not a drop of blood splattered, nor did any fragments of the golden body scatter. The edges of the wound were smooth as a mirror, as if even the concept of "destruction" had been erased by some higher power, leaving only the purest "absence"...

"...What a powerful punch."

At this moment, Jieyin did not intend to retaliate, nor did he attempt to repair himself. He simply commented on Yang Yun's punch like a judge in the audience: "This punch alone is enough to kill a high-level saint." "So-so," Yang Yun said without any modesty. "It could be even stronger."

"Amitabha, fellow Daoist is indeed terrifyingly strong."

Jieyin nodded slightly, and in his eyes, Yang Yun seemed to exist simultaneously in both the real and the illusory realms. He transcended the constraints of this world, yet wielded a power capable of shaking the very origin of the universe, like a bright moon both reflected in water and hanging high in the heavens. This state, both familiar and strange, finally made him unable to conceal his doubts, and he asked, "With a non-saintly body, wielding the position of a high-level saint… a saintly weapon?"

"What Saint Armament?"

Yang Yun revealed a look of doubt at just the right moment: "This is the 'Falsely Holding the Holy Position Method' that I created."

"This……"

Hearing Yang Yun's categorical denial, Jieyin, who was already uncertain, was taken aback. The person before him didn't even know the mythical form, and was obviously an old relic from a long time ago. It was impossible for him to recognize the saint's weapon that was invented after the emergence of cultivation... Could it be that the "falsely holding the saint's position" method he claimed to have, with the two having a similar effect?

However, all of that had nothing to do with the guidance.

"Amitabha……"

Feeling the sense of annihilation spreading throughout his body, Jieyin chanted the Buddha's name and slowly sat cross-legged in the void. His hands were still clasped together in a solemn posture, but his sixteen-foot golden body was peeling off piece by piece like faded gold paint, gradually revealing Mirko's true form: "I am convinced that I have been defeated by you, fellow Daoist."

As the lingering sound faded, the last fragment of the golden body vanished into specks of light, along with Melkor's lifeless, withered body, which turned to dust and disappeared with the wind, leaving only the words: "When I see your true form in the future, I will sit down and discuss the Dao with you, fellow Daoist..."

At the same time, on the multiverse membrane where countless novice saints had inscribed their own sacred paths, a dent trembled a few times and burst like a soap bubble—

The novice saint Melkor... has fallen! (End of Chapter)