CHAPTER 493: CHAPTER 394 EASTERN WILDERNESS UPHEAVAL_2

Sword Body Hong Yuan!

"Urge, urge, urge, is it useful?"

Clutching the phoenix-shaped Information Tao paper bird in his hand, a cold sneer came from Hong Yuan’s mouth.

If it weren’t for his intention to follow the righteous path and strive to become a member of the Heavenly Palace, even the Human Tribe Leader, Hong Yuan would have long since put down his burdens and quit.

The Daxuan Dynasty wasn’t without its Martial Saints, but it was Hong Yuan who was clearly being singled out to return and accept the challenge, making it obvious that he was being treated as expendable.

Admittedly, Sword Body had received the grace of the Daxuan Dynasty, a debt of life-saving grace.

But Sword Body initially intended to follow the path of Demon Tao. Turning coat and being ungrateful were just part of the course.

"Just endure a little longer." Hong Yuan put away the Information Tao paper bird, his expression returning to normal. Once this affair is over, I’ll break away from the Daxuan Dynasty and establish my own sect, and then others will have no right to criticize me, he thought.

Whether it’s right or demonic, Hong Yuan should not be constrained, and he hated being controlled by others.

But who was to blame when he coveted the power of the Human Clan Sky Palace and the position of the Human Tribe Leader?

All he had done, every bit of it, was to prevent the emergence of the Great Dream Emperor and to strive for the survival of the Demonic Body.

BANG BANG...

BANG BANG BANG...

Fierce winds howled past, sharp as cold blades.

Yet the mere whistling of the Heavenly River Sword kept the gales at bay, unable to get anywhere near Hong Yuan.

Standing atop the Water Tao Sword Dragon’s head, Hong Yuan appeared like an Immortal descending into the world, his grandeur unmatched.

The distance between him and the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent was closing fast.

Above the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent stretched the Green Heaven. Here, a gold-hued sea, normally raging with winter frost and thunder, was disturbed by the sudden appearance of several majestic figures that day.

They were divided into two camps, facing off against each other, indifferent to the frost and the thunder that struck down, their expressions unchanged.

This was a terrifying sight.

Because the might of the winter thunder was not only capable of easily slaying Ferocious Beasts but could also erode the Tao Marks of Saints.

Yet these confronting Saints remained indifferent to the thunder.

"Heh, Qinghuo, it’s been years, but you’re still under the thumb of Baixiang Xuanjiang," laughed Marquess Flame Sun, looking at Qinghuo Martial Saint of Phoenix Creek Sect from the southern part of the golden sea.

Marquess Flame Sun was one of the leading figures of the Phoenix Princess’s faction and a member of the royal family of the Daxuan Dynasty.

His fire manipulation skills were extraordinary, having once killed a Demon Cultivator of the same tier with a single move.

Because Hong Yuan’s Sword Body kept delaying his appearance, Marquess Flame Sun had to intervene, risking his own life to unravel the predicament for Phoenix Princess Tang Xi.

With a gloomy expression, Qinghuo Martial Saint replied uncomfortably, "So that’s your reason for charging at me?"

"Flame Sun, don’t waste any more words with them; any delay could lead to changes," the blue-robed man next to Marquess Flame Sun, who appeared as stern as a knife exuding a piercing cold aura, spoke. He was Lang Daohou.

Lang Daohou was one of the leading figures of the Crown Prince’s faction!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Daohou charged ahead, leading the way towards Qinghuo Martial Saint.

Marquess Flame Sun’s face darkened. After a cold snort, he followed, leading the other Martial Saints with him.

The great battle was on the verge of erupting.

「One day later.」

Heaven and earth wailed as blood rain fell.

A Saint had died!

"Lang Daohou, you..." Marquess Flame Sun looked in shock at Lang Daohou, who had dealt the fatal blow, his heart filled with both rage and regret.

Lang Daohou was also stunned, staring vacantly at the now silent Qinghuo Martial Saint, who had turned into a shower of light spots and blood rain.

At that moment, he hadn’t intended to deliver a fatal blow, yet for some unknown reason, Qinghuo Martial Saint bizarrely didn’t defend himself, leading to the fatal accident.

In that instant, all the Saints present understood that something major was about to unfold!

This was a shocking precedent since confrontations among Saints had always stopped short of fatal blows, barely maintaining a shred of dignity.

Pandora’s box was completely opened.

The direction of events had become uncontrollable—

"Qinghuo!!!" Taoist Wind Forest of the Qinglu Taoist Temple had eyes nearly bursting with rage as he screamed furiously.

He had been good friends with Qinghuo Martial Saint for many years. Despite being in different sects and Taoist temples, their friendship was incredibly profound and could truly be described as a life-and-death bond.

All the Saints were aware of their friendship, and upon hearing this, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of grief akin to when a rabbit dies and the fox mourns.

With the death of Qinghuo Martial Saint, the intensity of the battle at the scene suddenly escalated by several levels, each move lethal.

In the distant Southern Border Divine Continent, Mou Liang Great Saint, who had always been in control of the overall situation, also noticed this turn of events almost immediately.

His gaze swiftly shifted from the water screen and, turning his head abruptly, he looked towards East Supreme Saint, the Emperor’s son, only to see him unconsciously gripping the armrest of his white jade seat, clearly furious.

"Demon Saint!?" East Supreme Saint’s eyes were cold as ice, fixedly staring at Taoist Wind Forest of the Qinglu Taoist Temple.

Over the years, the Human Clan Sky Palace had been planting spies in the Demon Clan’s territory of the Endless Sea Area. Similarly, the Demon Clan’s Demon Court also sent spies to the Five Great God Continents.

During the Demon Clan’s struggle for the Ten Thousand Domains, spies from the Human Race also secretly exerted their influence. This made the journey of the four dominant forces of Xuan Guangqiao all the more difficult.

And now, Taoist Wind Forest might have deceived others, but he could never deceive East Supreme Saint.

For East Supreme Saint was the son of a True Dragon, belonging to both the Human Race and the Demon Clan!

The news of the death of Qinghuo Martial Saint and other Martial Saints traveled swiftly throughout the high ranks of the Sect Alliance and Daxuan Dynasty, bringing an instant hush over everyone, a silence as profound as if only the wind and cranes could be heard.

Phoenix Creek Sect draped itself in white mourning cloths, ceasing all music and celebrations for three days; even places like Phoenix River Town did the same.

"Has Liu Mantang’s master, Qinghuo Martial Saint, truly perished?!"

In a secluded courtyard in Phoenix River Town, Power Tao Hong Yuan, who had changed his appearance, looked up to the sky.

The sky was overcast as a drizzle began to fall, accompanied by a gradually rising breeze.

Then, both wind and rain intensified, turning into a violent storm, rudely battering the earth.

Power Tao Hong Yuan stood quietly under the eaves, watching the deluge of rain pour down.

The turn of events had far exceeded his expectations and was somewhat beyond his control.

At this point, he could hardly ensure that his Sword Tao Incarnation would land safely, or even survive the chaos of the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent’s civil war.

Life is indeed fragile. It seems that the technique of external incarnations is not something everyone can master. Hong Yuan thought, reaching out to feel the cold rain.

At this moment, he was already contemplating the transfer of the Holy Artifact, the Heavenly River Sword.

The Holy Artifact was unique, and the Heavenly River Sword embodied the Tao and laws of the Sword Body.

Even if the Sword Body were destroyed, as long as the Heavenly River Sword remained, Hong Yuan could still use the Nine-tailed Worm to recreate a Sword Body; it would only require more Immortal Nuance Stones.

However, if the Heavenly River Sword were destroyed along with the Sword Body, then the Sword Body recreated by Hong Yuan could no longer be called "Bo Qing."

Various thoughts rushed through Hong Yuan’s mind as the mysterious light flickered ceaselessly in his eyes.

The civil war that erupted in the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent was too sudden, leaving him no time to plan and greatly disrupting his arrangements.

His original plan had been perfect: the Original Body to cultivate Dream Tao, the Power Body to receive resources, the Demonic Body to lay low and grow, and the Sword Body to covet the Dream Tao Mystery from the Great Dream Seed.

If everything went smoothly, he, Hong Yuan, would certainly reach the Supreme Grandmaster Realm of the Dream Tao school, thwarting the advent of the Great Dream Emperor.

But now, unforeseen changes had disturbed his perfect plan.

The struggle between the Demon Clan Destiny and Human Race Destiny is like adding two extremely effective catalysts to the world.

This accelerates the world’s self-revolution, continuously fostering the prosperity and development of all schools, and advancing the world toward a more perfect evolution.

Regardless of which side of the Destiny holds the advantage, if the situation is entirely one-sided, it does not favor pushing the world’s development towards a more perfect evolution.

So, is it the utmost supreme ’You’ who has acted?!

Hong Yuan raised his head to gaze at the sky, his eyes seeming to pierce through the dark clouds, reaching beyond the Ninth Heaven, towards the White Red Heaven.

The White Red Heaven. Legend said it was where the will of the world resided, containing the secrets to becoming an Emperor and achieving immortality.

Fate, it seems, cannot be so easily altered.

And the emergence of the Great Dream Emperor also seems unstoppable.

But Hong Yuan’s fighting spirit was blazing, a bright light gradually rising in his eyes.

The more difficult the process, the sweeter the fruit I will ultimately reap.

Having mastered Longevity Martial Arts, I already stand on invincible ground. Let this turmoil come even more fiercely then!

And so, on a night when the moonlight was faint and the stars dim, the Sword Body Hong Yuan, girding the Holy Artifact Heavenly River Sword at his waist, strode into the Capital City of the Daxuan Dynasty, heading towards the royal palace.

The Heavenly River Sword, thirsting for blood, indifferent to friend or foe!