CHAPTER 386: CHAPTER 353: POWER TAO BECOMES HOLY, AVENGING THE PAST GRUDGE_3

He had successfully transcended his tribulation in the Power Tao, meaning his Original Body’s progress toward Dream Tao sainthood had advanced by a quarter!

Not only that, but he had also unleashed his Sword Tao Incarnation, allowing it to rush to the Mysterious Emperor’s Dreamland in the Southern Border to track the Human Race’s latest research findings on the Dream Tao.

All sorts of thoughts spread throughout Hong Yuan’s mind. However, his eyes grew colder as he stared directly at the Martial Saints of the dynasty and the Sects that were encircling him from all directions.

"They’re pursuing me again."

"They really think I am still the young Sword Saint who was driven to a dead end back then?"

Back then, his Sword Body had just achieved sainthood, only to be cornered by the Sect Martial Saints to the point where he even contemplated suicide.

Ultimately, he had barely managed to cling to life under the protection of the Daxuan Dynasty.

However, this also meant his Sword Body was forcibly bound to the Daxuan Dynasty, becoming a sharp sword for them to wield against the Sect powers.

Now, his Power Body had absorbed various forms of Creation and possessed nearly two hundred thousand Power Tao Marks.

With the assistance of the Holy Artifact, the Single-horned Ding, his combat strength was nearing an unparalleled seventh-order level. This gave him some confidence in escaping with his life, even if pursued by an eighth-order Martial Saint.

Now, it was not the Sect Martial Saints who controlled the initiative, but him, Hong Yuan!

SCREECH!

Once the Sword Tao Incarnation entered the Power Dao Blessed Land, Hong Yuan leaped up, instantly transforming into the Golden Winged Roc, famed for "The Extreme Speed of the World."

While in the Han Jiuming Dream Realm, Hong Yuan had been forced to engage in a life-and-death battle with the Sky Roc clan to pass the seventh dream scene, plundering their legacy in the process.

Therefore, the Golden Winged Roc he transformed into was strikingly lifelike, possessing a complete Divine Appearance and Tao Rhyme.

This Golden Winged Roc’s body shimmered with a golden luster. It had a streamlined form, and its feathers were curved and sharp—every aspect seemed crafted purely for flight!

Moreover, its body was enormous, imbued with the wind’s biting sharpness, effortlessly shattering the void with every movement.

Judging by appearance alone, Hong Yuan as the Golden Winged Roc at this moment truly resembled the terrifying Golden Winged Roc of ancient legends that wreaked havoc, appearing incomparably ferocious!

「A short while later」

The first Martial Saint breached the area. It was Ansheng, the Martial Saint from the Qinglu Taoist Temple.

Upon seeing Hong Yuan’s current form, Ansheng’s expression changed drastically. He stammered, "An ambush!?"

Hong Yuan, however, let out a sinister laugh. Back then, this very fellow had been a primary figure in the hunt for his Sword Body!

"WAHAHA—"

Facing the biting Cold Wind, Hong Yuan flapped his wings, laughing savagely as he pounced towards Ansheng Martial Saint.

With each flap of his wings, an azure-gloomy gale gathered like an endless waterfall of swords, forcing Ansheng Martial Saint to flee in panic.

"HIYA!"

Ansheng Martial Saint bellowed angrily. Ten Green Grapes Immortal Nuances within him instantly transformed into Immortal Qi, causing the Golden Yin Yang Fish Tao Picture behind him to tremble and shed vast swathes of dark light.

This shower of dark light, dense as pear blossoms in a storm, collided directly with the fierce wind Hong Yuan had conjured.

Back then, Hong Yuan’s Sword Tao had just reached sainthood. Lacking a deep foundation, he had been severely bullied by this Ansheng Martial Saint.

Now, although his Power Tao was also in the early stages of sainthood, his foundation was shockingly profound.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

Instantly, the azure-gloomy gale completely overwhelmed the dark light and lunged at Ansheng Martial Saint.

Before Ansheng Martial Saint’s terrified eyes, the azure-gloomy gale engulfed him, slashing relentlessly.

Just as Ansheng Martial Saint’s defenses were about to fail and death loomed, Hong Yuan’s heart jolted. He quickly flapped his wings to escape, distancing himself from the southeast.

In the distant southeastern sky, Saint Gentle Words was approaching at breakneck speed—incredibly fast!

Damn it, don’t let anyone die— Saint Gentle Words cursed inwardly, feeling a headache coming on.

The next instant, Saint Gentle Words tore through the air and arrived at the scene.

He glanced at the golden light that had vanished in a flash, then at Ansheng Martial Saint, who was on the verge of death. Sighing lightly, he had no choice but to stop and heal Ansheng Martial Saint.

The Sect forces and the Daxuan Dynasty were already on the edge of a powder keg. If a Martial Saint were to die at an enemy’s hands, it could ignite the entire Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent, a situation even the Eastern Wilderness Academy might struggle to suppress.

At that point, they would likely need to dispatch an envoy from the Heavenly Palace.

That would signify a failure on the part of their Eastern Wilderness Academy, as each academy was tasked with maintaining stability on its Divine Continent.

Saint Gentle Words thought to himself, Truly, when a country is unstable, demons proliferate. This junior of Transformation Tao, from who knows where, actually possesses such immense combat strength and killing intent!

With a wave of his great hand, the azure-gloomy gale immediately dissipated.

Ansheng Martial Saint, struggling to hold on with rapidly blurring consciousness, saw that his savior was Saint Gentle Words. He closed his eyes in relief and fainted.

「 」

"A Great Saint!?"

"This aura is a Great Saint’s, what the hell!!!"

Hong Yuan, regaining his senses, still couldn’t believe it.

Green Heaven should be populated by sixth-order Martial Saints, with at most a few seventh-order ones... What was an eighth-order pinnacle Great Saint doing here? This place offered no training benefits for someone of that level.

As Hong Yuan pondered, he caught sight of a mass of green fire blocking his path.

Without a second thought, he flapped his wings, conjuring an azure-gloomy gale to drive it away, then swiftly departed, his figure gradually vanishing.

"AH—" From within the green fire, a cry of alarm sounded.

It turned out this green fire was Qinghuo Martial Saint in his transformed state.

He happened to be positioned along this path of Great Taoism, intending to block Hong Yuan.

Unexpectedly, a simple gust from Hong Yuan’s wings rendered him unable to break free. He had tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice used to lure it!

How could this happen... Qinghuo Martial Saint hurriedly broke free and headed straight for where Saint Gentle Words was.

For some reason, he was reminded of his disciple, Liu Mantang, who had also initiated the Saint Achievement Immortal Transcending Tribulation.

The more he thought, the more he felt a knot of frustration in his heart.

Could the gap between people really be this big!?

「A quarter of an hour later.」

The Martial Saints arrived at the location where Hong Yuan had undergone his tribulation.

They gazed in immense shock at the desolate expanse of sky and earth.

However, under Saint Gentle Words’ powerful suppression, they couldn’t start a fight.

They were all, however, intensely curious about this junior who had just achieved sainthood and the unfamiliar Holy Artifact he possessed.

"To defeat Ansheng Martial Saint and Qinghuo Martial Saint just after achieving sainthood... This fellow is too brutal! So this is the power of possessing a Holy Artifact..."