The Prodigies War
chapter-1091

The appearance of so many Saints shook the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain.

A similar situation to what happened in the Ye Clan of Crape Myrtle Mountain was also taking place in an ancient secret realm in the North Dipper World. Xiao Cangtian was standing glumly before an old woman.

The old woman had gray, frost-like hair, but her skin was as smooth as a newborn’s which contrasted with her majestic presence.

Even if she just sat there casually, her aura deterred everyone within miles from approaching her.

“Grandmother Xuan, you also know that I extremely dislike Lin Xun. In the Little Giants List competition, I came in second place only because of the difference between one move. How can I accept this?”

The outside world knew Mad Blade Xiao Cangtian as an intractable and incomparably graceful man, but now, he pulled a long face and bitterly complained out loud.

The stark difference was jaw-dropping.

“But if Lin Xun is killed, I will never be able to redeem myself. You care about me the most in this world…”

The old woman caved and dismissively waved her hand to interrupt him. “Fine, fine, fine, do you want me to help?”

Xiao Cangtian quickly nodded. “Your eyes are brighter than torches! Nothing can be hidden from your eyes!”

The old woman snorted, “Stop flattering me. Let me tell you, the old guy in Crape Myrtle Mountain who is obsessed with taking care of flowers and plants has just sent me a message. There is a secret to this matter. We just need to watch and not do anything.”

An old guy obsessed with taking care of flowers and plants?

Xiao Cangtian immediately realized that Grandmother Xuan was talking about the old ancestor of Crape Myrtle Mountain, a living, fossil-like existence.

“What secret?” he curiously asked.

“The hidden dragon lurks in the abyss, moving only when disaster strikes.” The old woman’s eyes glimmered with a deeper meaning. “Your friend…can’t be killed so easily.”

“Friend? What friend? He’s not my friend!” Xiao Cangtian shouted.

The old woman cast a side-long glance at him. “If he’s not your friend, then how would you be willing to let me, an old woman, go and deal with those Saints?”

Xiao Cangtian flushed with embarrassment.

In his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. Even the old ancestor of Crape Mountain is paying attention to this matter. It seems that even if Lin Xun’s situation looks bad, he still has a glimmer of hope.

The old woman suddenly questioned, “Xiaotian, let me ask you, what will you do if that boy dies in this disaster?”

Xiao Cangtian quivered all over and many expressions flickered across his face. It was only after a long moment that he answered, “I won’t be happy!”

“What will happen if you’re not happy?”

Xiao Cangtian answered firmly, “Whoever makes me unhappy, I will make them more unhappy!”

The old woman’s lips quirked into a light smile.

……

While all four great worlds of the Ancient Wasteland Domain were all stirred up, the originally silent and still shore of Star Chess Sea suddenly rumbled.

Some cultivators trembled and looked up at the sky in horror.

These cultivators all came after hearing the news a few days ago, hoping to look at and investigate the remains of the epic battle that broke out in this area.

Boom!

Under countless horrified gazes, the void exploded and split with a glittering golden path flying at a downward angle.

On the path stood a figure bathed in divine light that made even the world dim as though it was bowing its head!

Everyone trembled and grimaced from the terrifying pressure bearing down on their bodies and minds. From afar, the figure was as mighty as a mountain and emanated a fierce aura that could seize a person’s spirit and slash their soul.

“This is a place of trouble, please all get out of here!” The rumbling voice lingered in the air like an endless thunderclap while the mighty figure flicked its sleeve and swept everyone into a gush of divine light without any resistance and expelled them from the area.

Then, the sacred light faded to reveal a figure drifting onto the ground. The figure had already transformed into a barefooted old man in coarse clothes.

He put his hands behind his back as he gazed at the Star Chess Sea, terrifying scenes such as the rising and falling of the sun and the moon, and the changing of mountains and rivers flashing in his eyes.

The old man was Fang Lingsu from the Omega Sword Sect, a formidable figure who had ascended to the Saint Path of the Sword Dao three thousand years ago.

“I can feel it. The Omega Sword is trapped within the sea, waiting for me to rescue it!” he murmured.

A beam of earthshaking sword intent shot up from his body, tearing the clouds and splitting the sky. This was the embodiment of the sword dao at the Saint-level, which could startle heaven and earth and suppress ghosts and demons in every direction!

“A supreme saint array has enveloped this sea. It is rumored to be created by a great figure in ancient times. If you want to retrieve the Saint treasure, then you must first enter this array. Fellow cultivator, can I ask if you already have a way to deal with it?”

Accompanied by the voice, a divine bird descended from the sky, and sitting astride it was a gorgeous woman in a crane cloak with brilliant golden eyes that were much like little suns.

Saintess Miaohua from the Heaven Axis Holy Land!

She stepped off the divine bird, drifted over to Fang Lingsu’s side, and scanned the distant sea.

“The array is called Zhoutian Star Dipper. It connects all the stars in the sky above and takes advantage of the geographical positions of the earth below. From ancient times to this day, no one has been able to destroy it.”

Another deep and powerful voice resounded throughout the world.

A battle carriage rumbled across the void, bringing with it a chilling feeling of age and history as well as intense killing intent. Sitting inside the carriage was a figure that could overturn the universe with its mighty power.

It was Saint Daokun from Spirit Treasure Holy Land!

The world quaked as he stepped out of the carriage, as though unable to bear the oppressive aura emanating from him.

“No one can break it, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to deal with.”

Another Saint had come. This time it was a middle-aged man who was surrounded by visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every step he took would be followed by wailing ghosts and howling demons as well as horrific, purgatory-like scenes.

Saint Xuetu from the Black Nightmare Sky-Dog Clan!

Wielding a blood-colored blade, he resembled a bloodthirsty god of death. The sickening scent of blood coming from his body was enough to disrupt the universe and suffocate many.

Almost at the same time, Fang Lingsu, Miaohua, and Daokun wrinkled their brows imperceptibly, as though irritated by the arrival of Xuetu, but they didn’t say much in the end.

“I never thought that a tiny ant could make us appear here at the same time. If word got out, I wonder how the world would see us.” Miaohua sighed quietly.

“There are so many mediocre people in this world. Their visions are narrow, and their opinions are shallow. How can they affect us?” Fang Lingsu spoke indifferently.

“Haha…” Daokun chuckled, his voice loaded with cold murderous intent. “The six Saint treasures are trapped in this sea. If we don’t come, then they...likely will be taken by other people.”

Everyone’s eyes flashed. They all understood the meaning of Daokun’s words.

The six Saint treasures were all precious treasures of their respective sects. No matter which one was lost, it would be an unbearable heavy loss to the sect behind it.

Why were all the Saints taking action?

They were worried that the Saint treasures would be taken away by cultivators from other sects and clans!

As for killing Lin Xun, it was nothing but a trivial matter. They could eliminate him with a sweep of their hand. An ant-like being like him was not worth their trouble of coming all the way here!

Who were they?

They were existences of the Saint Stage. In their eyes, even Life Death Stage Kings were worthless weeds they could trample, let alone a mere youngster at the Cyclic Derivation Stage.

“Daokun, you are really hypocritical. In my view, you are here to do more than just retrieve the Saint treasure of your sect, am I right?” A cold sneer echoed as a slender old man clad in purple-gold and feather crown appeared out of nowhere.

He looked haggard, but his eyes sparkled like lightning and his presence was as frightening as an overlord ruling over the mountains and rivers!

Saint Yu Ming from Longevity Land!

“Then tell me, why am I here?” Daokun questioned coldly.

Yu Ming strode forward with his hands behind his back, saying calmly, “That boy holds two Saint treasures, namely the pagoda made of Genesium and the three-inch jade bottle. Also, he possesses a mysterious broken blade weapon. Daokun, if you are not interested in them, then you’d better not get involved!”

All Saints donned different expressions.

Of course, they were all well aware of this!

Daokun said expressionlessly, “A man’s wealth brings them trouble. That boy has killed many disciples of our Heaven Axis Holy Land. It is only right that we seize some of his fortunes and treasures as compensation. Yu Ming, you are wrong if you think you can stop me from getting revenge on that little ant.”

Yu Ming sneered and said nothing.

“Everyone, now that we have reached this point, we should not beat around the bush anymore.” Fang Lingsu said indifferently, “That boy has to be killed. If he doesn’t die, we can never wash away the shame that our sects and clans have suffered.”

“As for the Saint treasures in that boy’s hand, let’s see who can take them!”

“Fine.”

“That works!”

The other Saints agreed after a brief thought.

Fang Lingsu glanced at the void on the other side and said aloud, “Fuya, how long do you plan to keep quiet?”

All the Saints turned in the same direction.

The void rippled violently before a hazy, slim figure appeared. It was so faint that it seemed to not belong in this world.

But its aura was extremely remarkable, not inferior to that of any of the Saints present!

The figure was a Saint from the Azure Sea Sect and had the daoist name Fuya.

“I have no objection.”

Fuya’s ghostly voice echoed between heaven and earth.

So far, six Saints have gathered together!

“But before that, I have a question.“ Fuya spoke aloud in an elusive and chilling voice. “What if fellow cultivators from other sects want to get involved, what do we do then?”

“Then we all have a common enemy!”

Fang Lingsu looked indifferent. Although the others did not speak, they already had agreed.

“Okay, I have no other concerns. We can get started now!” Fuya nodded.

Shua!

Suddenly, the six Saints all stared into the distance of Star Chess Sea.

On the Star Chess Sea, the fog of starlight looked like an illusion—ethereal, mysterious but also frightening.

However, the sharp eyes of a Saint wouldn’t overlook the forbidden power around it.

Although they couldn’t destroy the array, it would not be much trouble for them to kill a tiny ant once they retrieved their Saint treasures.

However, before they could take action, a furious roar rang out, “How can you all call yourself Saints of this world? Under the guise of revenge, you want to seize the Saint treasure of a junior! How shameless are you?!”

The six Saints Fang Lingsu, Miaohua, Daokun, Xuetu, Yu Ming, and Fuya all frowned and looked at the same place.

There, at some point, stood a rugged, barbarian-like youngster in animal skins.