CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 208: SAINT ALARMED, THE TIME IS APPROACHING (4700 WORDS)_1

The group prepared to set out and leave the area.

Wang Xiu’s gaze suddenly fell on the gigantic stone walls. These stone walls, once the vessels for the God and Demon Murals, were massive and had existed for endless eons. Now that the murals had vanished and the spiritual energy within had dissipated, the walls seemed to have lost all their divinity. They were dusty, lacking any luster, cracked, and fragmented, with bits of rock constantly crumbling away—indistinguishable from ordinary mountain stones.

However, in Wang Xiu’s perception, the material of these rocks was special and quite unusual.

I should take them back for research; they might have other uses... Wang Xiu stepped forward. The Dragon Scales hanging at his chest began to glow, and with a twist of the void, he instantly collected the entire stone forest.

Everyone was stunned by the sight. Such a vast stone forest, which collectively amounted to a small mountain range—what kind of Magical Treasure could possibly contain such an immense space?

The Sanqing Immortal Sect truly has an extraordinary foundation to have bestowed such a unique Magical Treasure upon Senior Brother Wang Xiu! the Chosen Ones exclaimed among themselves.

Such a Magical Treasure couldn’t possibly be a simple storage item; it might even be comparable to a Holy Artifact. They became almost certain that Wang Xiu was the Sanqing Immortal Sect’s most deeply hidden trump card and Chosen One. The sect had never boasted about him, all so he could dominate the trials of the Ancient Sanctuary and reveal his true prowess. An Ancestor-level figure from his sect must have granted him numerous treasures for protection.

"Senior Brother, why are you collecting those broken stones?" Ji Zidian asked, her large eyes blinking with confusion. To her, the stones were just dusty rocks without a shred of spiritual essence. Having lost the power of the God and Demon Murals, they were hardly any better than ordinary stones.

The rest of the group also looked on, puzzled.

"It’s nothing. I just feel that since they once carried the God and Demon Murals, it would be a pity to leave them here," Wang Xiu said with a smile, offering no further explanation.

No one else pressed the matter.

They quickly left the area. Looking back from a distance, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion at the sight of the empty space. Who would have thought that the ruins of the God and Demon Murals, famous throughout the Void Ancient Path for millennia, would now completely disappear, its core opportunity claimed by another? It was truly a lamentable turn of events.

「Meanwhile, in the Holy Realm’s Xinhuo City.」

In the center of the city, within the magnificent Divine Mountain, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Chaos mist churned as unimaginable divine lights transformed into the phantasmal shadows of Divine Beasts, which roamed the surrounding void.

Several grand yet indistinct figures appeared, conversing with one another.

"How are things on that end?"

"No movement yet, but it should be soon."

"What about Gu Hong?"

"He has entered the Abyss Battlefield. The last contact was half an hour ago."

"And the package?"

"We’re ready to make our move at any time."

Their voices were deep and resonant, making one’s heart pound like a drum.

After a long silence, a slightly more relaxed voice spoke up. "I hear that this time... the God and Demon Murals have appeared!"

"Yes. Gu Hong was the first to discover them. It’s said he comprehended eighty-one of the murals in less than twenty days!"

"Good, very good..." an ancient voice sighed wistfully. In the darkness, a pair of eyes lit up, filled with relief. "Darkness approaches, but with a scion like him, the light can still be preserved."

"A great era is upon us. There are many ’seeds’ in this generation. Now, with the God and Demon Murals, the situation they will face should be much better than what we faced in our day."

"Indeed. An opportunity like the God and Demon Murals might not appear for thousands of years if one is unlucky. Now that it has appeared, who knows when it will show itself again after this? And will we still be around to see it?"

"Forget it. We definitely won’t see it again!"

At that moment, a hearty voice rang out as a rift tore through the void. Sanqing Saint Zhang Yunting slowly walked out, adjusting his robes as he went. His complexion was rosy, and he was brimming with energy.

Upon seeing him, the other Saints all showed their displeasure. Their voices boomed like rolling thunder, shaking the void. "Madman Zhang, what do you mean by that? Are you cursing us?"

Zhang Yunting laughed heartily and, with a flick of his wrist, tossed out a scroll. "Take a good look," he said proudly. "This is the latest intelligence!"

The Saints skeptically examined it one by one.

Subsequently, the entire void began to tremble violently. Lightning filled the sky, Divine Fire blazed across the heavens, and the endless darkness was instantly bathed in light. Throughout the world, all the Fierce Beasts quivered in terror.

"What? The God and Demon Murals have disappeared?"

"Someone deciphered the core mystery of the God and Demon Murals, causing their spiritual essence to vanish and turning them into mundane objects?"

"A disciple of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, Wang Xiu, comprehended all one hundred and eight God and Demon Murals in a single day, causing the Stone Forest to resonate with an earth-shattering phenomenon? It bestowed endless blessings and helped all the Chosen Ones present achieve epiphanies of their Divine Skills?"

"How is that possible?!"

The Saints were beside themselves, their astonishment bordering on disbelief. They had all been peerless geniuses in the world of cultivation; otherwise, they could never have become Saints. Naturally, some among them had encountered the God and Demon Murals, meditated upon them, and obtained significant opportunities. Because of this, they understood the immense difficulty involved better than anyone.

The God and Demon Murals were not of the mortal world. They were legacies left by the Great Abilities of an ancient era, containing an unimaginable inheritance. Their appearance in the Void Ancient Path was pure coincidence.

According to the rules of the Holy Realm, only beings under one hundred years of age could enter, which meant one thing... The opportunities within the God and Demon Murals could never be fully grasped. This was because no genius under a hundred—unless they were a pure-blooded descendant of a deity or a young god themselves—possessed the power to venture deep into the murals’ spiritual Secret Realm.

It was an unsolvable knot, one that even their heaven-spanning cultivation levels couldn’t untie.

How could it now be unraveled by some kid in his early twenties from the Sanqing Immortal Sect?

Wang Xiu... that name, why does it sound familiar?