CHAPTER 364: CHAPTER 214: THE SCAMMER WON’T DIE A GOOD DEATH!!! (9500 WORDS)_4

Great Void Concealment Spell!

A starry sea, like a celestial curtain, gathered from all directions. It spread out from Wang Xiu as its center, forming a Domain.

In an instant, the expressions of all the Saints changed.

They could no longer sense Wang Xiu’s existence. Even the prodigies surrounding him seemed to have vanished from their perception, as if they had never been there at all.

This was astonishing. The gap between their Realms was an impassable chasm. How could such a thing happen?

"Venerable ancestors, come and try my Domain!" Wang Xiu called out.

The Saints exchanged glances. Without a word, Zhang Yunting stepped into the void and descended beside Wang Xiu.

Immediately, the other Saints discovered that Zhang Yunting had also vanished from their perception, leaving no trace.

"Go." A Saint’s eyes flickered as he condensed runes and cast a Divine Skill to sense the surrounding world. But when his senses swept over the space occupied by Wang Xiu and Zhang Yunting, there was no feedback at all, as if it were completely empty.

"This is absurd!" The Saints’ expressions turned grim as they descended one by one to gather around Wang Xiu.

In a flash, all the wondrous phenomena in the sky vanished. The rosy clouds disappeared. Even the auras of the Saints themselves dissipated completely, as if they had left this void... No, even if they had departed, some residual aura should have remained. The current sensation was as if they had never been there in the first place.

"This... what’s going on?"

"I can’t sense the Holy Ancestors’ auras! They’re standing right in front of us, but it feels like they’re just illusions..."

All the prodigies present noticed this bizarre scene and cried out in shock.

The Saints’ experience was even more profound.

They looked at each other, the shock in their eyes impossible to conceal.

Even they, if they closed their eyes and relied solely on their Saintly Sense, would perceive an utter void. It was as if heaven and earth were empty, with not a single Saintly Trace to be found. It felt like everything was nothingness. Even they themselves... had vanished!

This sensation was incredibly strange and deeply unsettling.

Incredulous gazes fell upon Wang Xiu.

"This secret technique... where did you obtain it?" one of the Saints couldn’t help but ask. This was too unnatural, too astounding. It was unbelievable that a mere Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could achieve such a feat.

Not even possession of a Twelve-Color Nascent Soul could explain this.

It was shocking.

"Ask? What is there to ask? Go home and ask your mother!" Zhang Yunting stepped forward to block the Saint, his voice dripping with arrogance. "This is a supreme technique of my Sanqing. Is it your place to question it?"

The other Saints rolled their eyes, seething with frustration.

To hell with Sanqing’s ’supreme technique.’ If Sanqing truly possessed such a heaven-defying Divine Skill, it would have been famous long ago. How could we know nothing of it?

However, they knew that prying into the origins of another’s Divine Skills was a grave breach of etiquette. Acknowledging their misstep, they held their tongues. Still, they couldn’t suppress their boundless curiosity and astonishment. The feeling was unbearable, like an itch they couldn’t scratch.

"Everyone, once we arrive, we just need to proceed as follows..." Wang Xiu said with a faint smile, quickly outlining the plan with the Saints.

Soon, they reached an agreement.

"Very well. Time is of the essence. If we delay any longer... Little Yunzi won’t be able to hold on!" the Sage declared.

The next moment, the Saints lingered no more. They transformed into streaks of light and tore through the void, disappearing from sight.

...

BANG!

The earth split apart, forming a chasm hundreds of yards wide that plunged into an Abyss. Torrents of scorching magma spewed forth, engulfing Yun Wuxin.

"Cough, cough..." Yun Wuxin’s face was ashen. His Saintly body had grown dim, and fine cracks webbed its surface. Saint Blood flowed incessantly from his wounds, a truly wretched sight.

"Let’s see who can save you this time!" Tao Fan’s voice was frigid. With Demonic Light surging behind him, he once again summoned the God Destroying Xun to suppress his foe. He intended to devour Yun Wuxin and refine all of his Saint Blood.

"You son of a bitch!" Yun Wuxin spat blood, his teeth clenched in grim resolve. "I would sooner scatter my own Essence Blood than let you have it!"

RUMBLE!

His Saintly body erupted with a blinding light. Endless golden divine thunder filled the void, resembling a blazing sun in a sea of fire—a final, radiant burst of glory before the end.

The world was drowned in this sea of light.

It was utterly blinding.

A vast and terrifying aura was on the verge of erupting.

"Damn it, he’s going to self-destruct!" Li Xuanqi’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Idiot!" Ye Guhong cursed under his breath. He sidled closer to Wang Xiu, his eyes darting about as he schemed.

"Mad dog! Stop him!" high in the void, the Shadow Fiend roared, seething with rage. The Essence Blood and body of a Saint are incredibly valuable, the finest nourishment. A self-destruction means it will all be gone!

Just then, a holy light pierced through the void. Its divine might shook the heavens and the earth, coalescing into a great seal that forcefully suppressed the sea of light Yun Wuxin had conjured.

A figure appeared—venerable and kind, holding a Scepter whose jeweled head radiated endless auspicious light.

"The Sage?" Yun Wuxin was stunned; this was completely unexpected.

"A noble sacrifice, old thief Yun? Trying to take Sanqing’s Kylin down with you as a death cushion? In your dreams!" Zhang Yunting appeared, treading upon endless holy light. Behind him, small worlds materialized, transforming into a sea of stars.

He was fuming, his beard bristling with rage. If Yun Wuxin self-destructed, Wang Xiu would undoubtedly be caught in the blast, and the thought enraged him.

This petty bastard! He must still be holding a grudge for all the times I beat him. Now he wants to take his revenge by dragging Sanqing’s prodigy down with him? Dream on!

Immediately after, more and more figures appeared.

Saints from Shenyan Cave Heaven.

Saints from Shan Hai Cave Heaven.

Qingtian Immortal Gate...

One after another, the sky filled with Saintly figures, their boundless auspicious light blotting out the heavens.

The entire gloomy world brightened. The aura of death dissipated. Life bloomed everywhere; the magma on the ground cooled and blossomed into golden lotuses, grass and trees sprang to life, and a vibrant rainbow even appeared in the sky.