Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

In an instant, they seemed to become deaf and blind, almost completely losing their perception of the outside world.

Fortunately, they still possessed a sixth sense or higher, otherwise they would have become living dead by now.

However, due to the stripping away of their five senses, the weakest Dreamer, Ikeros, and the Illusionist, Phantasos, completely lost their ability to resist, barely retaining any conscious self-awareness.

"What a terrifying guy!"

"We can't let him continue, or we'll all be in danger!" Oneiros telepathically communicated to the other three gods.

Although he did not believe that Asmita was capable of truly killing them, he was certainly qualified to severely injure them.

This was not the outcome he had hoped for.

"Let's work together and break free from the constraints of this space!" He sent another message to the three gods.

"it is good!"

Morpheus responded immediately.

As for the dreamers and illusionists, although they received the message, they no longer had the energy to reply and could only remain silent.

"Three, two, one, move out!"

With the order from the chief of the Dream Gods, the four Dream Gods simultaneously ignited their inner universes, beginning to resist the constraints of the entire space.

Cracks appeared on the chains of law binding Oneiros and Morpheus.

"not good!"

Sensing something was wrong, Asmita quickened the hand seals he was forming.

"Sixth sense, strip away!"

"Seventh Sense, strip away!"

"Eighth Sense, strip away!"

As Asmita issued his decrees, the power of the Tenbu Horin continued to operate, stripping the four gods of their remaining senses.

However, as deprivation deepens, perceiving deprivation becomes increasingly difficult.

After all, the sixth sense, seventh sense, and eighth sense all represent the next level of cultivation in one's microcosm.

The more profound it is, the more powerful it becomes, and naturally, the harder it is to take away from it.

Similarly, once this profound level of perception is stripped away, it is also a huge harm to the victim.

Finally, before Oneiros, the chief of the dream gods, and Morpheus, the shaper, shattered the chains of law, Asmita finally completed the stripping of the Eighth Sense from the Four Gods.

However, this is also his limit.

He himself only grasped the eighth sense.

He had only occasionally heard of the higher-level Ninth Sense, but had never comprehended it, so he naturally did not understand it and had no way to deprive him of perceptions above the Eighth Sense.

Rumble!

As the chains of law binding the two gods were broken, the entire alternate dimension trembled violently, and the other two dream gods also took the opportunity to break free of their restraints.

Then, led by Oneiros, the chief of the Dream Gods, the four Dream Gods unleashed their power together, directly shattering the entire extradimensional space of the Heavenly Dance Wheel.

In an instant, a terrifying dimensional turbulence swept across the battlefield, like a giant millstone, threatening to grind the four gods and one person exposed within it into dust, and annihilate the entire battlefield along with it.

Fortunately, they were all strong enough to withstand the annihilation of the dimensional turbulence and return to the present world.

"Um--"

Asmita groaned, took two steps back, and blood immediately oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The Heavenly Dance Wheel is powerful in both offense and defense, but it is not without its weaknesses.

That special extradimensional space is itself a weakness.

As the controller of dimensional space, Asmita can certainly use the power of spatial laws to suppress enemies and even deprive them of their senses. However, due to this close spatial relationship, if the space is forcibly destroyed, he himself will also suffer a backlash.

Just like those great demons in Journey to the West who rashly swallowed Sun Wukong, they not only couldn't digest him, but Sun Wukong would also attack their weaknesses from inside.

That's the situation he's in right now.

However, before the Tenbu Takara space was broken, he had already successfully stripped the four gods of their eight senses.

The weakest of the two, the Illusionist Phantasos and the Dreamer Ikeros, had been severely injured and collapsed unconscious on the ground.

Currently, only Oneiros, the leader of the Dream Gods, and Morpheus, the shape-maker, retain some fighting power.

By normal standards, Bronze and Silver Saints only attained the Sixth Sense, while Gold Saints only attained the Seventh Sense.

If Asmita were to detach himself from his eighth sense in one fell swoop, he would be rendered a vegetable by this attack, or even die from a breakdown of his will.

Unfortunately, the gods are born with the ninth sense, and even if they were to be stripped down to the eighth sense in one go, it would not be enough to kill them.

Both sides were seriously injured and did not rush to fight, but carefully guarded against each other.

"Virgo is so powerful, should we continue?" Morpheus, the costume designer, asked his boss telepathically while remaining on guard.

Stripped of their eight senses, they can't even speak and can only communicate using telekinesis.

“His dimensional space was forcibly broken open, and he suffered a backlash, sustaining serious injuries. Let’s finish him off in one fell swoop!” Oneiros, the leader of the Dream Gods, replied bitterly.

This is the first time they have suffered such a great loss since the start of the holy war.

In any case, he didn't want to let Asmita go.

In particular, Asmita had already gained the power to threaten them.

Just then, a beam of silver light shot out from the stone tower and landed on the battlefield.

"It is truly an honor for this old man to have the Four Gods of Dreams in person!" Bai Li's face became more solemn as he scanned the Four Gods.

It was only thanks to Asmita that he was there and severely injured the four gods; otherwise, he might have perished here alone.

"Damn it, there's another old guy here!" Morpheus was furious when he saw him.

He could clearly sense that although Hakurei's strength was not as great as Asmita's, he had reached the level of the Seventh Sense and was a very powerful enemy.

Given their current form, their chances of winning against the two are slim; even if they do win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

"You guys got lucky this time, let's get out of here!"

Having also grasped the situation, Oneiros, the leader of the Dream Gods, decisively abandoned the fight. He immediately took his two other seriously injured companions and, together with Morpheus, disappeared into the void, vanishing from the battlefield.

Chapter 87 Offering Blood and Soul

Seeing the four gods retreat, Asmita breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His injuries were more serious than they appeared.

After all, those were four genuine gods. He fought against them all by himself and severely injured them all. He himself was under tremendous pressure.

For him, a mutually destructive outcome was the best possible result.

"Asmita, are you alright!" Bai Li rushed forward to help him up, holding a string of yellowish-brown prayer beads in his hand.

"Thank goodness, I'm not going to die anytime soon!"

Asmita smiled and waved his hand.

"The rosary beads are finished?"

He looked at Bai Li's right hand, and he could clearly sense that there was a string of prayer beads with a strange rhythm there.

“It’s done…only the last step is left!” Bai Li hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

“In that case, give it to me!” Asmita said with a smile.

"But……"

Bai Li gritted his teeth, but still couldn't make a final decision.

The final step in forging the rosary is a blood sacrifice.

By offering blood and souls as sacrifices, and by using blood to sacrifice the rosary beads, they can be further sublimated into a special treasure that can suppress the resurrection power of the Specters, thus becoming a semi-divine artifact.

However, since a semi-divine artifact contains the word "divine," it naturally possesses a trace of divinity. It cannot be created by the sacrifice of ordinary life; it must be forged by the sacrifice of an being with the eighth sense or higher.

He had originally discussed with Pope Sage the idea of ​​choosing one of them to sacrifice a rosary, but unfortunately, neither of them had been able to truly break through to the seventh sense, and they were not even qualified to offer a rosary as a sacrifice.

In the entire Holy Land, only Asmita has reached the demigod level of the Eighth Sense.

Although they had already confessed and announced this matter to Asmita, and Asmita had gladly agreed to the sacrifice, he still felt somewhat reluctant when the time came.

This is a Gold Saint with the Eighth Sense; just one of them is worth several ordinary Gold Saints. It's such a pity to sacrifice him like this.

"The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

Asmita gently shook his head, reached out and took the rosary beads, and calmly said, "This is my destined fate! It is also my path to Buddhahood!"

"If I can open a path to victory for everyone, I will have no regrets even if I die!"

“But you’re injured right now. Why don’t you wait a bit longer? Maybe Sage and I will suddenly awaken the Eighth Sense!” Bai Li continued to persuade him.

"No need!"

Asmita straightened his legs on the spot, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said seriously, "The condition of my injuries will not affect the effectiveness of my sacrifice."

"Moreover, the Four Gods of Dreams have returned empty-handed this time, and the Underworld's next attack will surely be even more terrifying."

"For the sake of the greater good, we must forge the Demon-Suppressing Rosary as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and placed the prayer beads between them.

Seeing this, Bai Li stopped trying to persuade him and silently stepped aside.

Then, Asmita burned his entire cosmos with all his might, ignoring his injuries. His body shattered like porcelain, and countless drops of blood gushed out.

Such a ruthless mobilization of cosmic power naturally produces terrifying effects, especially since Asmita himself is a Saint who has awakened the Eighth Sense.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura of his microcosm erupted from his body, like a pile of dry wood being ignited and bursting into flames.

The terrifying aura soared into the sky, directly scattering the clouds high above, and sunlight fell down, shining on Asmita.

He was like a compassionate Buddha who had mercy on all living beings. Even though his body was broken and his soul was burning, he did not show the slightest sign of pain. Instead, he smiled and seemed to be enjoying it.

"Namo—"

He uttered a Buddhist chant, and his entire body was completely torn apart by the violent power of his inner universe, then turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.