The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1154 I Want to Become a Saint

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1154 I Want to Become a Saint

Fierce beasts looked up at Fuxi in the sky, as did those on the ground, which was carpeted with white bones.

Mighty celestial lightning rapidly expanded, reaching diameters of a hundred miles, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles, a million miles, ten million miles, covering the sky of the entire realm with unimaginable speed.

Tianwei permeated the entire realm.

Qin Jun and the others retreated to the periphery of the sea of fierce beasts, gazing at the distant Fuxi with eyes full of anticipation.

Endless fierce beasts continued to emerge from the light portals in the clouds, seemingly intent on filling the entire world, their roars deafening, but as they approached Fuxi, they unconsciously halted in midair as if waiting for something.

The Holy Tribulation!

Di Jun, Xuandu, and the Fire God couldn’t help but swallow hard; they had never witnessed a Holy Tribulation before.

In their past lives, the saints had almost all achieved sanctification through merit, without any tribulation, as effortless as a gentle breeze and light clouds. If they had not announced it themselves, no one would have known of their sanctification.

Fuxi was pursuing sanctification through strength, and thus needed to cross tribulation.

Sanctification through strength could take many forms: some achieved it through supreme magical power, some through the power of the physical body, and even some through the understanding of laws.

To cut down the Three Corpses to become a saint was a more unorthodox method; records of such ways to sanctity existed in the universe, but they were all considered legends.

As for merit-based sanctification, it was quite difficult to implement in this universe, for the law of the survival of the fittest was too severe.

The Primordial Chaos plane, after all, was one piece of land. Even if it was boundless, the initial battle of the dragon and Han race involved a struggle for domination among the Three Clans, the witch-demon Great Tribulation only involved two clans, and the subsequent Investiture of the Gods Tribulation was based on the Human Clan fighting for qi movement among three religions.

In this universe, even the clans that played the leading roles on earth dared not claim dominance over the three thousand great worlds—there were simply too many races.

Beneath them were ancient rare species and various clan forces, and above were the Immortal Realm, the Holy Sects, beings from Chaos, and countless forbidden lands.

Boom—

Celestial thunder roared as if the heavens themselves were bellowing; Qin Jun and the others’ complexions turned grave.

For they felt that, being in this realm, they could very likely be affected by Fuxi’s Holy Tribulation.

Fuxi seemed not to sense the coming of the Holy Tribulation, still engrossed in playing his zither, as those fierce beasts suspended in the void were successively blasted away, a sight incredibly spectacular.

Suddenly, a massive purple thunder bolt shot down, thousands of feet in diameter, eclipsing the world and stunning Qin Jun and the others.

The purple lightning engulfed Fuxi, striking the earth; numerous white bones were shattered, and the ground shook violently. Dust billowed and spread in a circular pattern across the earth; peaks of bone mountains crumbled, the surface of the land deformed by the force, and the entire scene appeared as if the apocalypse had arrived, sending endless horror towards Qin Jun and the rest.

Having no choice, they retreated once again.

"Is this the celestial tribulation for sanctification..."

Di Jun murmured, the Tianwei so intense even he, having reached the consummation of the Manifesting Saint Realm, felt a chill.

Xuandu, too, stared intently at Fuxi, trying to find the opportunity to become a saint.

The Fire God was somewhat better off, feeling only shock without thinking too much.

Their ancestral witches didn’t possess Primordial Spirits, and could not comprehend magical powers, completely at a loss as to how Fuxi was achieving sanctification.

A single massive purple thunderbolt devastated land within a hundred million miles, causing the horizon to drop several hundred feet, indicating the immense strength of Tianwei.

After the lightning dissipated, Fuxi remained floating in the air, playing his zither, as if he was completely unaffected by the stroke of purple lightning, safe and sound.

"What is sanctity... what is the Dao..."

Fuxi murmured with closed eyes, his words mystifying.

Boom—

Suddenly, a space in the distance shattered, and Ji Bubai, transformed into the Supreme Flame Demon, burst through with one hand pressing on the defender’s face.

The two saints moved with speed that surpassed everything, and in the blink of an eye, they swept past Fuxi to the other end of the world.

The defender was smashed into the ground, sending countless white bones flying.

The white bones inside this realm were so numerous they sent chills down one’s spine; by count, there were at least billions, making it difficult to imagine how many creatures had died here, and what kind of purgatory it once was.

The guardian, drenched in blood, lay in the sea of bones, his crimson skin cast more terrifying by the fresh blood.

Looking up at the high and mighty Ji Bubai, the guardian gritted his teeth and said, "Why... Why are you so strong?"

Once, Ji Bubai was but an insect he thought he could crush at will, but now, after ascending to sainthood, he found himself at a complete disadvantage against Ji Bubai.

Is this the combat power of the strongest race in the universe...

The guardian’s eyes grew complicated.

Ji Bubai looked down at him, sneering, "There’s only one reason, I am called Ji Bubai!"

While speaking, his gaze drifted towards Fuxi in the distance, who was continuously struck by purple thunderbolts.

"The Holy Qi is gathering, it seems this guy is ready to become a saint."

His tone was filled with satisfaction; after all, he had given Fuxi quite a bit of guidance during this time, and it would have been a disservice to him if Fuxi couldn’t ascend to sainthood.

At that moment, the guardian slowly stood up, with rolling dark energy spiraling around his body, like a black dragon guarding him.

"Ji Bubai... do you really think you’re unbeatable?"

The guardian said coldly, having been a figure who once commanded great respect in the universe before entering the temporal desolate land, but having spent too long there, he had forgotten his past.

As his voice fell, he violently slapped the ground.

Within tens of thousands of miles, all the bones rose into the air, starting to piece together autonomously, forming myriad complete skeletons.

Before long, tens of millions of complete skeletons had assembled, belonging to humans, demons, beasts, dragons, and other clans, all looking towards Ji Bubai, as green ghostly fires flickered in their eyes almost simultaneously, as if emerging from the Netherworld.

Looking at this scene, Ji Bubai was not at all flustered, instead mocking, "Is that what you’re relying on?"

The guardian let out a cold snort, and slowly straightened up, saying, "Of course not!"

Whoosh—

The dark energy around his body flew wildly, entering the bodies of millions of skeletons, unfolding like a vast black net.

This dark energy was the Evil Resentment Energy.

If touched by it, one’s mind would be lost, overtaken by endless murderous intent and resentment.

Wrapped in the Evil Resentment Energy, those skeletons actually began to coalesce flesh, and those pairs of eyes, shining greenish in the black fog, were terrifyingly eerie.

"Interesting!"

Ji Bubai transformed into a sharp arrow, piercing through millions of skeletons, instantly appearing in front of the guardian, and with a leg coming down, he struck the guardian’s shoulder.

Boom!

The ground shattered, like a volcanic eruption, with a range spanning tens of thousands of miles, everything within instantly turned to nothingness, and the figures of Ji Bubai and the guardian vanished.

At the same time, Fuxi suddenly opened his eyes, a pillar of Qi formed by the convergence of supreme magical powers soared into the sky, dispersing the purple thunderbolts that were about to fall.

"I wish to become a saint! I will become a saint!"

Fuxi roared, his voice like a divine proclamation to heaven and earth.

"I am the Saint!"

With those words, Fuxi’s momentum rose higher and higher, sensed even by those like Qin Jun far in the distance.

"Fuxi is about to become a saint!"

Fire God exclaimed excitedly; he had spent the most time with Fuxi, and the grievances of past lives had dissipated, leaving them as good friends.

For them, there would be only benefits if Fuxi became a saint.

Amidst the current crisis, they needed Fuxi to become a saint.