The God of Heavens

Chapter 135 The Saint Appears

For a moment, Yin-Yang Divine City was engulfed in a sea of ​​blood. The streets and houses were littered with corpses and blood. The blood formed a river, flowing along the streets and emitting a strong, bloody odor.

At this moment, the remaining members of the Yin-Yang Cult could only rely on the central altar and the legendary holy weapons to survive. On the central altar, the Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror shone brightly, releasing mysterious powers, barely holding up a protective shield to protect the remaining Yin-Yang Cult members.

"Damn it, is my Yin Yang Sect really going to perish here?" An elder of the Yin Yang Sect had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the crumbling protective shield, feeling unwilling in his heart.

"No matter what, we must hold on! Wait for the saint to wake up, we still have a chance!" said another elder gritting his teeth.

Outside the protective shield, the Yaoguang army surrounded it. Lin Yu stood high in the sky, watching all this with cold eyes.

"Continue the attack, don't give them a chance to breathe!" Lin Yu ordered again. The Yaoguang army received the order and attacked more fiercely.

Various magic weapons and spells continuously bombarded the protective shield, splashing sparks, and the light on the protective shield became dimmer and dimmer.

"Hold on! You must hold on!" The Yin-Yang Sect members shouted loudly inside the protective shield. There was despair in their voices, but they were still fighting desperately.

This battle was destined to end with the complete destruction of one side, and the balance of victory and defeat seemed to be gradually tilting towards the Yaoguang Holy Land.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The divine source shattered, roaring and exploding like a thousand thunders. Waves of sound rolled across the divine city in an instant, and the entire city was instantly silent.

The Yaoguang army's initial surge of attack suddenly came to a halt, as if being held in check by an invisible hand. Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on the peeling layers of divine source at the center of the altar.

The Yin-Yang Cult members were stunned at first, then burst into ecstatic shouts, each wave louder than the last:
"It's the ancestor! The ancestor has awakened!"

"May Heaven protect us, and the religion will not be destroyed!"

"I beg you, the old ancestor, to come out and destroy the enemy and restore our prestige!"

"boom!"

The last piece of divine source exploded, sending debris flying all over the sky. In the center of the divine source, a white-haired old man slowly emerged.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in his eyes the sun and moon rose and fell, and the stars rotated. His eyes were filled with the power to destroy the world.

With a casual sweep, dozens of Yaoguang cavalrymen were struck by lightning. Without even having time to scream, they vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Who... disturbed my deep sleep? Everything has an end. Didn't I expect that the Yin-Yang Sect is also facing a time of life and death?"

The old man's voice rang from the depths of the Nine Netherworld, carrying with it an immense sense of vicissitudes and majesty. Every word he spoke caused ripples in the void, spreading outward like a spiderweb.

"Ancestor, please understand! The Yaoguang Holy Land is extremely arrogant and is trying to uproot our sect and destroy the Immortal Daoist lineage. I beg you to show your divine power, punish the evildoers, and save our sect from danger!"

Wang Yangzhan fell to his knees with a thud, and his forehead hit the altar heavily with a dull sound, and his forehead was instantly covered in blood.

"All the kings in the sect have been lost, and now we can only ask for help from Patriarch Xuan Yang!" Everyone in the Yin Yang Sect kowtowed with tears and blood.

"The Yaoguang Holy Land is in the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, very far away from our Yin-Yang Sect. Why did they start a war?"

In the Divine Source, an old man with snow-white hair and an ancient face asked.

"This……"

Wang Yangzhan was speechless. Every move of the ancient sage was in accordance with the Way of Heaven and touched people's hearts. In front of this sage ancestor, he didn't dare to lie, let alone tell the truth.

"What can we do if our descendants are unworthy?"

The ancient saint of Yin Yang Sect had so much experience that he knew the reason at a glance, but he didn't say anything. Any force will eventually face internal enemies and external worries.

"Which Daoist brother from Yaoguang Holy Land was able to break through my Divine City's ancient formation and the legendary holy weapon? Why didn't you come out and see?"

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang in the Divine Source asked again, his voice was deep and rich, like the rumbling of the earth, shaking people's hearts.

"Buzz!"

The ancient saint's divine consciousness was like lightning, sweeping the surroundings. His divine might was overwhelming, emanating from the depths of Yin Yang City and tearing through the clouds in the sky. In an instant, the sky over Yin Yang City changed color, and dark clouds obscured the sun.

Under the strong sense of oppression, the flying bird fell to the ground. The legs of many disciples and elders of the Yin-Yang Sect became weak, and they fell to their knees with horror on their faces.

"Heh..." Lin Yu raised the corners of his lips and uttered a light laugh, which was like a ray of light, instantly tearing apart the oppressive atmosphere like a prison.

He stood tall and straight, his robes fluttering, and a soft yet reassuring light lingered around him. He looked directly at the Ancient Sage without fear.

Wang Yangzhan looked around and saw that the other elders all bowed their heads to the ground. He could only say with trembling legs, "Ancestor, there is no Ancient Saint. It is just the Saint of Yaoguang who has amazing source skills and has come with the Supreme Emperor's weapon."

There was no so-called opponent of the ancient saint. Only a saint's son came and beat the Yin-Yang Sect to its knees, and he also became the "Daoist brother" of his own ancient saint. How could he say this?
"..."

The Divine City fell into an eerie silence, even the wind stagnated. The Yin-Yang Cult elders rested their foreheads on the ground, cold sweat soaking through their robes.

The ancient sage's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the fragments of divine source around him suddenly hovered in the air.

"Holy Son?" He squeezed each word out between his teeth, the altar beneath his feet silently crumbling to dust. "You mean... a junior from the first level of the Immortal Stage..."

Wang Yangzhan's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly realized his voice was being strangled. A crisp "crack" sounded from the distance—the Ancient Sage had crushed a fissure in space. "What a saint, Son of Yaoguang! A monstrous scoundrel defying the heavens! I've traveled through thousands of years, hidden in the dust for tens of thousands of years, and yet I've never seen anyone like you."

"But do you really think you can destroy a holy place with just some external things?"

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang's voice suddenly became as cold as ice. Fragments of divine power condensed around him, forming a Yin-Yang Dao diagram. "The realm of the Sage, mastering the laws of the Holy Dao, is a world apart from ordinary people."

Many Yaoguang warriors could not bear the impact and vomited blood. Some of them even fell off their mounts and never got up again.

"Young man, no matter what conflict you have with my sect, now that you have broken into the Divine City, you have violated the Yin-Yang Sect's taboo. Put down your imperial weapons, kneel down and bow your head, and I will spare your life!"

The ancient sage Xuanyang spoke words like the laws of heaven, and each syllable resonated with the Great Dao, condensing into substantial Dao patterns in the void.

“Kneel down—”

As soon as those two words were spoken, it was like a divine punishment descending. Three thousand Dao rules descended, crushing the ground within a hundred miles to the ground, causing it to collapse three feet.

The divine majesty was like a prison, the very earth and sky changing color. With a single word, all the daos resounded in unison. The mighty bowed their heads, the slayers trembled. Those who refused to kneel were instantly reduced to ashes.

This is the power of the holy realm—speaking with authority, reaching for the stars with a wave of the hand. In the eyes of mortals, it is like a god descending upon the earth, and one can only look up and worship.

"Ancestor's holy power is unparalleled, suppress the enemy!"

The Yin-Yang Cult's demeanor brightened dramatically, their previously flagging morale suddenly rising. The elders who had been kneeling on the ground all raised their heads, their cloudy old eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"boom!"

Instantly, a massive, ancient, black-gold cauldron, densely patterned with dragons, soared into the sky. The imperial might surrounding it was like a giant, ancient dragon awakening, roaring with resounding force. Ten thousand crimson rays of light burst forth, and terrifying waves surged like a surging tide, piercing the galaxy.

The might of the Supreme Dao raged across the heavens, causing all things to tremble beneath its pressure. Everyone's breath held, and an endless chill rose from the depths of their souls. Seeing this, the faces of the Yin-Yang Sect members turned pale in an instant.

"Old man, you must have been confused from sleeping."

Lin Yu raised his hand and gently stroked the body of the tripod. The dragon-patterned black gold top dropped chaotic ancient energy. He gently lifted up the Yaoguang warrior who had fallen to the ground and vomited blood. The divine light in his eyes suddenly surged:

"You have lingered on until now, but you are nothing more than a pile of bones in a grave. How dare you talk about the laws of the Holy Way? You even want me to kneel down. Do you know that you have already met your end?"

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang laughed in anger, the Yin-Yang Dao diagram around him radiating a brilliant light, and the Dao patterns, as if they were tangible, surged like a dragon. "What an arrogant brat! Today I will teach you that the authority of a saint is inviolable!"

After saying that, he stepped out of the divine source, and the momentum around him rose wildly. The yin and yang energies intertwined into a chaotic storm beside him, sweeping towards Lin Yu.

"My Yin-Yang Sect has been passed down for countless years and has a profound foundation. How can you easily shake it? Today, I will let you know the consequences of provoking the Yin-Yang Sect!" The old ancestor's voice was like a bell, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The ancient sage Xuanyang relies on the seal of the divine source to prolong his life. If he breaks out of the divine source, he will not be able to live for a few days regardless of the outcome of the battle. Now, for the future of the Yin-Yang Sect, he can only fight Lin Yu to the death.

Lin Yu remained unmoved. He pointed his sword at the ancestor and shouted loudly, "So what if it has been passed down for countless years? In my eyes, your so-called foundation is nothing but a fig leaf for your dying struggle! Today, I will uproot your corrupt Yin-Yang Sect and let you know that anyone who stands in my way is an ant!"

His eyes were bright and full of fighting spirit. This was a kind of extreme self-confidence. What immortal inheritance, what ancient saints? He would kill gods and Buddhas if they stood in his way. He would slaughter them all!

"Life and death are decided in the heavens!"

Lin Yu stepped on the ground, and countless Taoist patterns intertwined and the void twisted, forming a transmission channel, which sent Yaoguang and the others away, and then challenged the ancient sage Xuanyang to a battle.

This insane move made everyone around gasp. A half-step Great Power actually challenging an ancient sage to a duel—it was simply unheard of!

"The Holy Son is going to fight against the Ancient Saint Xuanyang alone! He is only at the first level of the Immortal Stage, can he do it?" A disciple of the Yaoguang Holy Land was worried, with a trembling voice.

"He is the Holy Son of Yaoguang, who has performed miracles many times. Maybe he can do it this time too!" Another disciple clenched his fists, trying to cheer himself up, but there was still some uneasiness in his eyes.

"boom--"

The sky suddenly ripped apart, and the figures of Lin Yu and Xuanyang Ancient Sage instantly rushed into the sky. Before the two of them exchanged blows, the mere collision of their auras caused a huge hole to explode in the thousands of miles of clouds, revealing a brilliant starry sky.

Lin Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and he clearly felt the decadent yet majestic aura from the Ancient Sage Xuanyang - that was the pressure of the Holy Dao that had been accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and every strand of it was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But a sneer appeared on his lips: "If you are old and still alive, you are a thief. Today I will send you to the afterlife!"

The Yaoguang disciples watching the battle below looked up at the sky, feeling breathless. Grand Elder Zhang Lingshu's hand trembled slightly as he gripped his sword. "The Holy Son is so powerful! He's not even a step behind the Ancient Sage Xuanyang."

He saw the aftermath of the collision of the two people's energy blasting the clouds into a thousand-mile-long hole, and his Adam's apple rolled.

This is the power of a saint. A wisp of energy can penetrate a saint lord, making it impossible to resist.

"boom!"

With a violent vibration, Lin Yu's thick black hair flew up like a nine-day waterfall. He walked towards the Xuanyang Ancient Sage step by step, his eyes firm and not flinching.

"Lin Yu, your talent is truly unparalleled in the ages, so strong that it is astonishing!" The voice of the Ancient Sage Xuanyang descended from the nine heavens, like the explosion of eternal thunder, and the entire world trembled under his pressure.

"But do you think that you can shake this Saint with just one person and one tripod? Even if you have the Supreme Emperor's weapon in your hand, how much power can you exert?"

A mighty divine power swept across the vast expanse of the world, changing the colors of mountains and rivers for thousands of miles. The cultivators watching from afar trembled in fear, as if facing the might of heaven. What kind of terrifying existence was this? It simply transcended common sense!

(End of this chapter)