Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 665 - 520: The Continent of the Void, The Body of the Three-Step Sage_2

Chapter 665: Chapter 520: The Continent of the Void, The Body of the Three-Step Sage_2

Then, how could the Void be devoid of governance by the Heavenly Dao?

All of this seemed like a giant enigma, and Wang Yang found himself right at its center. Despite his relentless contemplation and exploration for an answer to this puzzle,

the myriad of complex and intertwined lines almost threw Wang Yang’s mind into chaos.

"The Void, indeed, is the most mystical place, and it is only here that one finds ample opportunities!"

Wang Yang sighed. Since many things were perplexing, he decided not to dwell on them. He knew that once he acquired more knowledge and his strength improved, he would naturally understand.

For now, Wang Yang wished to find a city inhabited by humans, to immerse himself in the cultivation of other cities in the Void, and to seek opportunities for growth and understanding.

His aim for this venture was to make an early breakthrough to the Two-Step Saint.

If he couldn’t break through to the Two-Step Saint level, even upon his return to the Three Realms, it would be the same.

At the same time, he also wanted to study the Saintly Laws and glimpse into their profound mysteries.

Of course, compared to becoming a Two-Step Saint, acquiring the Saintly Laws might be even more difficult.

After resting in the Minor World for a while, Wang Yang withdrew the Minor World back into his body and continued his journey into the endless Void facing him.

Here, he knew neither the direction nor what surrounded him.

Instead, he had to be wary of the Void storms that could appear at any time and the Void Exotic Beasts that roamed the Void.

However, Wang Yang was determined to follow a direction, not believing that it led only to Void with no trace of habitation.

Once he found a city with cultivators, exploring the Void would become much easier.

Thinking about it, Wang Yang couldn’t help but lament the awkwardness between the Three Realms and the Void; it was precisely because the Three Realms had never interacted with the Void that he now had to forge his own path.

He did not know how far he had flown, nor how far he was now from the Three Realms.

After that uninhabited continent, Wang Yang once again beheld the sight of land.

Without hesitation, he descended towards it.

From a distance, the newly-discovered continent seemed much larger and more majestic than the one he had encountered previously.

In Wang Yang’s view, this time he might encounter some cultivators and resolve the doubts in his heart.

However, once Wang Yang landed on the continent, he realized it was still desolate with no signs of life.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yang felt somewhat disappointed.

"It shouldn’t be, such a vast continent, how could there not be a single person? And it’s not just people, not a single form of life can be seen!"

Wang Yang stood on the soil of the continent, somewhat helpless.

Based on the size of the continent, it was many times larger than the initial one he had come across.

Compared to the Three Realms, it was about the size of one and a half states.

But despite this, it was barren, covered only with dry yellow soil and weathered stones, not even a blade of withered grass to be seen, let alone people.

However, since he was here, Wang Yang still patiently toured the continent, which at least could serve as a place to settle.

Wang Yang even considered that refining such a vast continent into a Minor World might offer him some help.

"Hmm? Not right, how could it be, how could it?"

Just as Wang Yang was at the summit of a rocky mountain, his expression suddenly changed.

"Could this place be the secluded retreat of a predecessor? I shall take my leave immediately, and I hope the predecessor will not take offense!"

Wang Yang clasped his hands together and spoke to the desolate wilderness that was devoid of any beings.

As he spoke, sweat began to drip from Wang Yang’s face.

At the mountain top, he felt a pressure uniquely emanating from a Saint, but it was not simply from any ordinary One-Step Saint; the terrifying intensity of the pressure was comparable to that of Hongjun himself.

Could it be that on this barren land, a Three-Step Sage was in seclusion?

If that were indeed the case, Wang Yang felt he might be somewhat unlucky, to have stumbled upon the seclusion site of a Three-Step Sage just by seeking a place to land.

If the other party felt truly disturbed, then Wang Yang’s cultivation might be extinguished with a flick of their fingers.

"Predecessor?"

Wang Yang tentatively called out again.

After a while, still no one answered; they were likely already in seclusion.

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt at a loss for words.

A Three-Step Sage actually in seclusion in such a desolate continent, where not a trace of spiritual energy could be felt—how much could their cultivation level possibly improve?

Moreover, although the place was desolate and uninhabited, it couldn’t be guaranteed that no one would come in. Wasn’t he himself a prime example?

If he were to disturb the other’s seclusion, wouldn’t it be somewhat counterproductive?

However, since the other party had not spoken, Wang Yang seized the opportunity to quickly leave.

After all, being under the watchful eye of a Three-Step Sage—an unknown one at that—Wang Yang still felt somewhat anxious.

Just as Wang Yang was flying away from the continent, that oppressive force suddenly vanished.

This sudden change made Wang Yang feel a bit strange, thinking it over, it seemed that he only felt that pressure when standing on the mountaintop; elsewhere it was like normal.

This caused Wang Yang to be somewhat puzzled.

However, since he had come to the Void to seek opportunities and had encountered something unusual here, naturally, Wang Yang wouldn’t give up.

He, who was originally prepared to leave this place, turned back once more, standing on the mountaintop again to feel the Saint’s pressure.

He even took steps closer to the deeper reaches of the Saint’s pressure.

Before reaching the mountainside from the mountaintop, Wang Yang discovered a cave.

Without any hesitation, not even releasing his Primordial Spirit to sense his surroundings, Wang Yang went straight inside.

What a joke; not to mention that this continent was already inhospitable, the pressure from a Three-Step Sage alone was enough to crush any average mythical beasts to death before they could get this far.

Once inside the cave, it was as barren as the outside.

But the oppressive force grew stronger inside, almost suffocating Wang Yang.

"Could there really be a Three-Step Sage in seclusion inside?" Wang Yang thought to himself.

However, as he ventured deeper, Wang Yang felt that something was off.

The power of the Saint in the cave was almost tangible, not at all like someone in seclusion.

After all, the power of a Saint is fundamental to a Saint; no one would release it during seclusion.

Especially in such a barren land, where releasing the power of a Saint without any replenishment would be a sheer waste of one’s power.

No matter whether they were a Three-Step or a One-Step Saint, once the Saint’s power was completely lost, they were nothing more than an ant with merely a Saint’s Body.

"Fall of a Saint!"

These two characters appeared instantly in Wang Yang’s mind, making him feel a trace of disbelief.

After all, as Daoist Ancestor Hongjun said, with the Four-Step Saints absent, the Three-Step Saints seemed to have reached the peak of the Void.

And the fall of a Three-Step Saint was, no matter how one looked at it, a terrifying event.

With this thought, Wang Yang quickened his pace until he finally reached the end of the cave, where the Saint’s pressure weighed heavily upon him, making breathing difficult.

The power of the Saint in the cave seemed to solidify, filling the space, with the air becoming thin.

And at the end of the cave, the sight of a body seated in meditative sitting caused Wang Yang’s pupils to dilate significantly.

"The Saint’s Body! Indeed... But who could have slain a Three-Step Sage here?" Wang Yang muttered to himself.

The scene before him was too shocking.

Even the resolve in Wang Yang’s Daoist Heart to become stronger wavered.

As mighty as a Three-Step Sage and still falling in an obscure cave on a desolate continent within the Void, what then was he, a One-Step Saint, in the grand scheme of the Void?

Wang Yang was wholly bent on becoming stronger, to defeat Yang Mei, to massacre the Demon Clan, to eradicate those who might threaten the Three Realms.

But becoming a Three-Step Saint was extremely arduous, and even as a Three-Step Saint standing at the pinnacle of the Void, there was the risk of falling—so what could be said of killing Yang Mei, massacring the Demon Clan?

For a moment, standing before the Sacred Corpse, Wang Yang’s excitement over a grand opportunity didn’t cloud his judgment; instead, he became more lucid, thrilled yet concerned.

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