Chapter 721: Chapter 721: The Dread of Mist Saint, Shock from All Parties, A New Enemy Appears
For Ye Feng, the Mist Saint harbored extreme wariness.
“However, no matter how strong Ye Feng is, he is but a junior, even if he becomes a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, what then?”
“The Saint Realm is divided into four minor realms: Saint Entry, Saint Manifestation, Heavenly Saint, and Supreme Saint.”
“Without the Saint Ascension Tribulation, no matter how powerful Ye Feng is, he can only attempt to reach Four-Turn Quasi-Saint. With his invincible combat prowess, perhaps he could confront the peak of Saint Entry or maybe the early stages of Saint Manifestation.”
“Yet, this is nothing in front of our vast Celestial Clan.”
The Mist Saint sneered.
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He was merely the ninth disciple under the Saint Venerable, as well as the weakest one. Above him, there were eight other Saint Venerable’s disciples.
Each one of them was strong among the strong, a king among kings!
Aside from the nine great Saint Realm disciples under the Saint Venerable, there were many more in the Saint Realm within the Celestial Clan, totaling dozens.
However, most of them were in slumber.
The main reason was that they had exhausted too much strength combating the Heavenly Dao in the past, but after many years of recovery, they were almost ready to awaken.
“Ye Feng, let you jump around for a while.”
“After all, reincarnators have already infiltrated all over the Shenzhou Continent, under the oceans, deep within the inland, and within all major sects, we have our spies.”
“When the time is ripe, we will make sure you crumble!”
The Mist Saint laughed heartily.
…
Around the Shenzhou Continent.
People looked up at the gradually disappearing sword mark in the sky, their hearts still deeply shaken.
Jiaoyang Holy Land.
“What a Ye Feng, I really didn’t misjudge him!”
Jiaoyang Ancient Saint held a little girl with his left hand while stroking his long beard with his right, looking at the sky above Shenzhou Continent with a look of amazement.
He felt that Ye Feng had the makings of a Supreme Saint!
Cangqing Forbidden Zone.
Xiao Cangtian stared at the sky, his ears echoing with the words of the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone, agape in shock.
“Such a terrifying strike, was it done by Ye Feng?”
If it hadn’t been the incarnation of the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone saying it personally, Xiao Cangtian could not believe it.
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“It is the Five Qi Dynasty!”
From within the depths of the mist, came the voice of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone Master filled with admiration.
“This Saint Master does not know what method Ye Feng used, but somehow, he fused five unknown types of elemental qi, that’s why he was able to slash such a terrifying strike.”
“It can be done like that?”
Xiao Cangtian was astounded.
In the previous battle, because the realm of mist created by the Mist Saint Incarnation enveloped them, those below the Saint Realm couldn’t see the details of the fight even with the Heavenly Eye open.
However.
The true body of the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone was a peak Manifest Saint, and the incarnation it left behind had extremely strong methods, thus he saw a bit of the action. Although it wasn’t much, he could guess roughly what happened.
Still.
Even someone as strong as the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone did not know which five types of elemental qi Ye Feng had fused to create such formidable power.
Once Ye Feng relies on these five types of elemental qi to achieve sainthood, he will certainly become the ceiling among the saints of the same level.
“I’m really becoming more and more expectant of this lad.”
The Cangqing Forbidden Zone Master chuckled, his body dissipating into the depths of the mist, as if he had never appeared.
Tianmiao Holy Land.
Yin Rurong looked up at the sky, and after a long while, suddenly swallowed hard, her body trembling like a sieve.
She was the Saint Master of Tianmiao Holy Land!
Therefore, she had a Sacred Arms left by the Old Saint Master of Tianmiao Holy Land, which allowed her to vaguely see the battle within the misty domain.
She did not know all the details, but knew the sword was wielded by Ye Feng, which left her immensely shocked.
“How could Ye Feng possibly be this strong?”
Yin Rurong gnashed her teeth in frustration.
Looking at the wound on her palm, she was even more irate and wanted to smash something.
However, she was not afraid of Ye Feng.
She was just very angry and depressed.
In Yin Rurong’s view, although Ye Feng was rising quickly, she was the Saint Master of Tianmiao Holy Land, with the Heavenly Saint, the Old Saint Master, as her supporter—she didn’t have to worry about Ye Feng at all.
“Now that Ye Feng has become the Celestial of Thunder Palace and gathered a fearsome sword, invincible under the Saint Realm, the rise of the Misty Sect is unstoppable.”
“But, Misty Sect emerges from the backwaters of the southern part of Shenzhou Continent, as long as they do not enter the Heavenly Origin Sea, it does not matter.”
“Let him be!”
Yin Rurong declared her retreat to heal the dao wound in her palm with the Sacred Arms left by the Old Saint Master.
As long as the dao wound remained, even if the Thunder Pool Grand Hall was not sealed, she dared not undergo tribulation.
Otherwise, it would be her doom.
…
Not many people in the entire Shenzhou Continent knew that the sword was slashed by Ye Feng, altogether, not exceeding a thousand.
During leisure conversations, countless people were discussing this matter.
Some people wanted to know who had swung that sword, but all discussions led nowhere, and the matter gradually faded from public attention.
…
It is now the third month of the Crimson Moon Era.
The eruption speed of the Crimson Moon Demons throughout various parts of the Shenzhou Continent has begun to slow, with most hiding in deep forests and mountains, forming numerous smaller Forbidden Areas.
The situation is similar in the deep sea.
Underwater Imperial Palace of the Eight Elemental Seas Clan.
Ling Yue sat in the main seat of the imperial palace, looking at the Divine Sea Dragon Empress and the other eight Celestial Emperors, listening to her subordinates reporting the situation.
“Your Majesty, the rise of Crimson Moon Demons within the sea domain has decreased recently. Perhaps it has passed the outbreak phase and has started to enter a stage of stable development.”
“According to incomplete statistics, the current number of Crimson Moon Demons is vast, enough to contend with each major Sea Clan power.”
“Those sea domain powers that were originally enemies are now either forced to join hands or are fighting on their own due to the emergence of the Crimson Moon Demons.”
A female cultivator at the first level of Void Break knelt on one knee, reporting the situation to Ling Yue and the Divine Sea Dragon Empress and the other eight Celestial Emperors.
“The Empress is already informed of this matter, you may leave!”
“Yes.”
The female officer withdrew.
Soon, only Ling Yue and the other eight Celestial Emperors remained in the hall, discussing the next course of action.
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Misty Sect.
Ye Feng, carrying the Saint Emperor Sword, sat on the Sect Leader’s throne, looking at the elders, stewards, and true disciples on both sides of the grand hall.
“Although this Sect Leader has not yet ascended to Quasi-Saint, now I wield a sword that can slay even Four-Turn Quasi-Saints with a single strike, so all of you need not have any further concerns.”
“Going forward, focus on cultivation and hunt the Crimson Moon Demons and Celestial Reincarnators, understood?”
Ye Feng looked around and asked.
“Understood!”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Outsiders might not know, but they did—the one who had split the very sky of the Shenzhou Continent with a single sword was none other than Ye Feng.
To this day.
That heaven-cleaving sword still remained vivid in their memories.
Towards Ye Feng, the elders, disciples, and stewards present felt nothing but respect and admiration.
Soon.
Everyone dispersed to attend to their tasks.
Stewards and disciples below the Divine Origin Realm took on the task of slaying ordinary Crimson Moon Demons, while elders and disciples above the Divine Origin Realm, equipped with newly crafted Crimson Moon Compasses, used the Teleportation Array to go to various places to slay Celestial Reincarnators.
For a time, Misty Sect’s members were all very busy.
And, across the Shenzhou Continent, cultivators began to widely spread the name “Heavenly Saint Ye Feng” because the Merit List in the Thunder Pool Grand Hall was gradually being seen by those who had transcended their tribulations.
Prestige Points and Power of Faith surged like a tidal wave.
Within the Misty Sect, Ye Feng, without stepping out of his abode, could feel the rapidly increasing Prestige Points and Power of Faith, as well as his continuously rising Flesh Body Strength.
[Disciple Prestige: 57.23 million / 100 million]
[Elder Prestige: 118.21 million / 300 million]
[Third Generation Disciples: 8310 / 10000]
Ye Feng opened the sect panel.
Looking at these three tasks that were already more than halfway completed, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Quite fast!”
“In another month, perhaps these three tasks will be completed. However, it seems that Whitefloat City must also be elevated to Three-Star level. Now that Elder Gong has ascended to the Divine Origin Realm, it’s not a big issue.”
“As for the city population, it seems we need to break a hundred million to be certified as Three-Star level. That’s slightly more challenging and will require continual crazy expansion.”
Ye Feng murmured to himself.
…
In the boundless depths of the starry sky.
Nine Cities Star Cloud.
Ancestral Star of the Three-Eyed Space Giant Tribe.
A towering figure soared into the sky, stepping on the dust of the starry sky, and laughing heartily as he watched the World-Ending Heavenly Calamity gradually brewing above.
“Hahaha…”
“This Saint is finally going to ascend to Third Turn Quasi-Saint. Once I succeed, it will be time to enter the Spirit Consolidating Realm to seek revenge.”
The Three-Eyed Quasi-Saint laughed loudly.
He soared into the Tribulation Cloud.
Several hours later.
He emerged from the dissipating Tribulation Cloud, dragging his severely injured body back to heal at the core center of the Ancestral Star.
He had succeeded in his tribulation!
Despite suffering heavy injuries, it did not matter.
As soon as he finishes his next retreat, the Three-Eyed Quasi-Saint can consolidate his cultivation and become a true Third Turn Quasi-Saint!
[Three chapters first, going to eat now. Not sure if there will be more tonight, if not, five chapters will be made up tomorrow.]