Chapter 193: Chapter 191: Vast Sea Venerable Emperor
The Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.
The eighty-first floor.
Rosy immortal mists bloomed and starlight shone with dazzling brilliance. It scattered in all directions, only to slowly coalesce, forming layer upon layer of illusory Star Realms.
And within these illusory Star Realms, various phantom figures of Star Gods sat in command.
These Star God phantoms included the Qiming Star God with a human head and a serpent’s body, and the Yinghe Star God with a majestic visage...
At the very core, within the Great Moon Star, a pure white immortal crane flapped its wings.
A closer look would reveal a jet-black Evil Dragon lurking below!
Strangely, the phantom Star Gods in these Star Realms were arranged according to an incredibly profound Array.
And the one responsible for manifesting such a miraculous sight was none other than Sen Yue.
Perhaps he should now be addressed as "Saint Sen Yue"!
At this moment, Sen Yue was clad in a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding the air of a transcendent immortal.
He held a miniature Purple Gold Hall in his palm, a smile in his eyes as he thought:
’That fellow Hei Liwu’s path of the Yun Dynasty, his "convergence of fortune," is indeed worth studying.’
’I achieved Sainthood through the Taiyin Dao school, a rarity in this world.’
’If I want to unify Taiyin and Taiyang, I can forge my own path to becoming a Venerable by coalescing a Star God Dynasty.’
’A Star God Dynasty... it seems I’ll have to wage war, heh heh...’
With a flip of his large hand, Sen Yue put away the Purple Gold Hall.
During his recent Saint Tribulation, he had leveraged the great power of heaven and earth to complete the refinement of the Purple Gold Hall, turning it into his life-bound Sacred Artifact, a vessel for his Dao.
He had countless ideas about how to coalesce his Star God Dynasty.
...The Evil Dragon would represent the dark side, the immortal crane the light side.
...Each Star Dharma Aspect is a Supreme Divine Skill, the essence of a particular school of thought.
...He would manifest the Star God Dynasty in the world to aid him in waging war, conquering the Eight Domains, gathering the world’s spiritual essence, and converging it all into a sliver of hope to defy fate and ascend to the rank of Venerable.
...He could first attain the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate, then become the youngest Great Saint in history, then enter Longevity Heaven, and perhaps even become the master of Longevity Heaven!
...His sister Sen Wei would be the Crown Prince of the dynasty, and the Sen bloodline would be the royal family...
"Phew~"
Sen Yue let out a slow, turbid breath, suppressing the myriad thoughts in his mind.
A trace of determination flickered across his handsome, martial face.
This path was not one he had conceived of alone.
It was the result of nine generations of Great Saints from the Sen clan, the culmination of one hundred thousand years of painstaking effort—truly the legacy of nine generations’ valor.
Now, this legacy had been passed down to him, and it was up to him to add his own understanding to it.
But he wasn’t just thinking of innovating; he wanted to bring this legacy to its ultimate conclusion.
The Thunder Saint Ancestor rose from the lowly status of a stable slave to become a Venerable, a feat that shook the past and present, carving his name into the long river of time.
Now, with such a superior foundation laid by his predecessors, what was impossible for him, Sen Yue?
At this thought, Sen Yue waved his hand lightly, putting away the other two Sacred Artifacts.
He flicked the sleeves of his Daoist robe and instantly left the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.
...
Sen Yue had become a Saint.
Without needing the Saint Ascension Conference, Sen Yue had become a Tier Six Saint.
In that moment, Sen Yue’s name spread across heaven and earth, causing the Eight Domains to tremble as if struck by a great earthquake.
This was the Young Venerable! He had actually become a Saint so quickly, steadily realizing his potential.
For a time, the world was thrown into turmoil, and the mortal realm seethed with excitement.
Some of the Saints within the Xuan Realm, such as those from the Muri and Erzhu Races, gradually gave up the idea of causing trouble for Sen Yue.
After all, the matter of Sen Yue’s blood sacrifice of thousands of tribes was a delicate issue.
If brought up at a critical moment, it could certainly vex Sen Yue and disrupt his state of mind.
But now that Sen Yue had become a Saint, all those mundane matters had essentially turned to smoke.
"To live in the same era as such a being... it is a fortune, and also a tragedy~" Qingkong’s expression was bitter as he sat dejectedly on a giant boulder, gazing at the sky.
"Nine is the extreme, ten is perfection. The Changkong Sen clan has produced nine Great Saints in succession. Now, are they truly about to welcome a being who surpasses the Great Saint realm...?" Dongfang Mobai’s expression was dazed, the six white wings on his back fluttering chaotically.
"Young Venerable, Young Venerable... Brother, I will catch up to you. I will. I absolutely must." This was Sen Wei’s voice. Her true dragon robe rustled, her joy mixed with a hint of shock.
The news of Sen Yue’s ascension to Sainthood not only shocked them, but also everyone in the Fang clan’s ancestral lands.
In the Fang ancestral lands, the sky was gloomy, and a light rain was falling.
Yet at this moment, a crowd of Fang clan disciples had gathered in the courtyard of Fang Yang’s palace, frantically discussing Sen Yue’s ascension.
"The Young Venerable... became a Saint..." Fang Yang’s expression was calm, but his eyes were lost in thought.
He had only just stepped onto the path of cultivation, while Sen Yue was already advancing by leaps and bounds.
’And now he’s even suspected of treading the path of a Venerable again? How absurdly talented can one person be?’
’But being too conspicuous will, nine times out of ten, attract a major blow.’
’As far as I know, the Golden Clan and the Great Xuan Dynasty are on extremely bad terms.’
’The founder of the Great Xuan Dynasty was the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor.’
’The Vast Sea Venerable Emperor was a Venerable from the recent ancient era, and the tenth Venerable of this world.’
’The Vast Sea Venerable Emperor was originally from a minor, insignificant clan in the Xuan Realm, but he had long suffered under the realm’s strict hierarchical oppression and endured the hardships of the Xuan-Yu wars.’
’Worse still, his tribe was casually wiped out because of a single sentence from a Golden Clan disciple.’
’The reason was simply that their tribal totem wasn’t ferocious enough, which displeased the Golden Clan disciple, who then decided to annihilate them.’
’From then on, having experienced the destruction of his clan and home, the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor harbored a deep hatred for everyone from the Golden Clan.’
’Then, during his travels, he accidentally triggered an ancient legacy Array, left the Xuan Realm, and arrived in the Hong Realm.’
’He then began his journey of cultivation in the Hong Realm.’
’In the end, after countless hardships, he achieved the Dao and was proclaimed a Venerable.’
’When he intended to settle scores with the Golden Clan, he was forced to stop for some unknown reason.’
’Fortunately, on his path to attaining the Dao, he had already slaughtered his past enemies, destroying their clans and homes.’
’After that, the orthodoxy he founded, the Great Xuan Dynasty, inherited his ambition to crush the so-called Golden Clan and turn the Xuan Realm into fertile ground for the dynasty.’
’Therefore, Sen Yue, as the most outstanding young man of the Golden Clan, is bound to face the most ferocious assassination attempts from the Great Xuan Dynasty!’
’Even other Venerable-led powers, like the Red Flame Demon Country and the Cult of Human Desire, won’t be willing to watch Sen Yue grow up safely...’
"Ah Yang, Ah Yang?"
His clan sister, Fang Min, waved her hand gently, pulling Fang Yang back from his wandering thoughts.
"In three days, the Saint Ascension Conference will be held in the wondrous realm of the Red Profound Cloud Sea," Fang Min said. "What are you planning to do?"
Hearing this, Fang Yang looked up, lost in thought.
Just then, a ball of light flashed in Fang Yang’s mind, and words began to form:
[At the Saint Ascension Conference, heroes will rise. Blessings drift on the wind, hiding both fortune and calamity.]
