Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 569 - 569 588 Quasi-Saint Appears

569: Chapter 588: Quasi-Saint Appears 569: Chapter 588: Quasi-Saint Appears Not just the mighty beings with great divine powers, but even Ye Xuan and others were shocked still on the spot, and after a full three breaths of time had passed, Ye Xuan suddenly looked toward the Chaos Arena.

He saw a shadowy figure emerging from the mist, then standing motionless and silent amidst a part of the starry sky.

“True Monarch of All Laws?” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, yet his gaze toward the True Monarch of All Laws was extremely solemn, and an immensely terrifying pressure assaulted his heart and spirit.

“He is not the True Monarch of All Laws!”

Suddenly, an extremely weak voice sounded, as the Southern Immortal Elder coughed up blood, trembling while pointing toward the True Monarch of All Laws, with an unprecedented fear displaying in his eyes.

“What happened just now?

Why have you been defeated?”

Shen Tu roared low at the Southern Immortal Elder; clearly, this True Monarch of All Laws did not show his edge, yet in such a short time, he had injured the Southern Immortal Elder to such an extent.

If the other party was a nobody, Shen Tu would never believe it.

“He is a Quasi-Saint!”

The Peng Demon shuddered and bellowed and stared fixedly at the True Monarch of All Laws, a stroke of extreme fear passing beneath his eyes, as if he had discovered the other’s true identity.

“Quasi-Saint?”

The words incited a thousand waves, and when the Peng Demon’s words landed, all the mighty beings with great divine powers shouted in horror, all focusing their gaze on the True Monarch of All Laws, as a feeling called fear spread among each person.

In the Three Realms where no Saint emerged, a Quasi-Saint was an incomparably supreme existence; so-called Daluo Golden Immortals were simply not worth mentioning in the eyes of a Quasi-Saint!

“Peng Demon, do you recognize who his true identity is?”

Ye Xuan spoke with gravity, because since the Peng Demon could outright call out the other’s identity as a Quasi-Saint, he obviously understood this Quasi-Saint character tremendously and perhaps could know the other’s true origins.

“Ten——Thousand——Poison——Ancestor!”

The Peng Demon’s face was pale as he enunciated each word of the other’s identity, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously huge waves stirring in his heart and spirit.

“Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor?”

Shen Tu murmured to himself and suddenly looked toward the Peng Demon, his voice raising in alarm, “Is that legend true that the Quasi-Saint who pursued you in ancient times was the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor?”

As Shen Tu’s words fell, the Peng Demon solemnly nodded, but he was trembling all over and his gaze flitting uncontrollably, with scenes of being pursued by the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor in ancient times surfacing in his mind.

“Scourge!”

All of a sudden, the True Monarch of All Laws’s muted light dissipated, revealing a pale but handsome face.

Although he looked like a young scholar, when his eyes opened and closed, there was a hint of vicissitude suggesting he was an old man who had lived for endless eras.

“Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor!”

When the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor revealed his true face, Shen Tu screamed, causing the faces of all the mighty beings with great divine powers to be tinged with extreme fear.

The Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor, a side’s Quasi-Saint!

In the Primordial Heaven and Earth of bygone years, he was merely at the peak of Daluo, and inexplicably, after the war of sealing the gods, he quietly stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Though a latecomer among Quasi-Saints and incomparable to those who lived for endless eras, he was still an exceedingly terrifying figure.

Keep in mind that anyone who could step into the ranks of the Quasi-Saints was not an entity that the weakest among them, the Daluo Golden Immortals, could fathom.

Now that the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor has appeared at Nuwa Palace’s grand gathering, the outcome of this event has already lost any suspense.

“Three days later, the confrontation of the final four.”

Just as all the mighty beings with great divine powers were silent, a rumbling dharma decree transmitted from all eight directions of the starry sky; the Chaos Arena faded, the space and time of this realm altered, and the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor smiled faintly at Ye Xuan as he stepped forward and vanished amid the stars.

The simple glance from the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor caused Ye Xuan to frown deeply, for in his gaze, he felt a hint of jest, as if like a cat looking at a mouse.

“A Quasi-Saint, huh?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes were gloomy, his voice cold and low, as he suddenly turned and disappeared, leaving no one to know what was going through Ye Xuan’s mind.

“Big brother, wait for me.” The Peng Demon, pale-faced, hurried after Ye Xuan, and the two returned together to their own sect’s arena.

All the mighty beings with great divine powers dispersed, yet a bitter expression was apparent on each of their faces.

Clearly, the conclusion of the grand gathering had already been reached.

The victory would surely belong to the Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor, for no one could be his opponent.

…

Stars sprawled across the sky, the palace structures without tops.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the vacuum of space, with Daluo Immortal Light faintly blossoming around him.

Peng Demon paced back and forth within the palace, his brows tightly furrowed as if encountering a great difficulty.

“Peng Demon, is there nothing you wish to say to me?” Ye Xuan suddenly opened his eyes slowly, his sinister gaze turning toward Peng Demon, causing Peng Demon’s aura to choke, and his expression became awkward as he looked back at Ye Xuan.

Silence, soundless, oppressive.

Their eyes locked for dozens of breaths until the darkness in Peng Demon’s eyes dissipated, and he let out a long, involuntary sigh.

“Brother Ye, you must be curious why I chose to travel with you,” murmured Peng Demon in a deep voice.

Ye Xuan remained silent, believing that Peng Demon would reveal his reasons on his own.

As expected, after a moment of silence, Peng Demon slowly disclosed his true purpose for attending this grand event.

Peng Demon, whose true form is the Golden Winged Great Peng and an exalted ancestor in the Three Realms, had a level of Cultivation at the Daluo Peak before stepping into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

However, his true form is the King of All Poisons Scorpion, and they were naturally born adversaries.

In a battle over Heaven and Earth Spiritual Medicine, the two formed a deep-seated enmity and waged numerous great wars, all of which ended with the defeat and escape of the King of All Poisons.

After all, the Golden Winged Great Peng naturally restrained the King of All Poisons Scorpion.

Even if their levels of Cultivation were similar, the King of All Poisons was no match for Peng Demon.

One hundred thousand years ago, for some unknown reason, the King of All Poisons unexpectedly stepped into the Quasi-Saint category, starting Peng Demon’s one hundred thousand years of fleeing.

As the saying goes, once one becomes a Quasi-Saint, even Daluo immortals are as lowly as pigs and dogs.

When the King of All Poisons was chased for millions of miles by Peng Demon in the past, how could he let Peng Demon go after stepping into the realm of Quasi-Saint?

Endless pursuit, Peng Demon lived each day in constant fear, deeply afraid of being found by the King of All Poisons and facing a fate of death and obliteration of his Dao.

It was not until the Saint Nuwa issued the Dharma Decree and inaugurated this grand event that Peng Demon saw a glimmer of hope, for he knew whoever could attend this event must have extraordinary origins, perhaps even helping him escape the relentless pursuit of the King of All Poisons.

Sure enough, when Peng Demon entered outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, he saw Ye Xuan carrying the Immortal Extinguishing Sword on his back, prompting Peng Demon to lower his status to befriend and to align himself with Ye Xuan.

Peng Demon’s thought was simple: Ye Xuan was the Three Realms Emperor, with the support of Heavenly Sect Master behind him, and he came carrying the Immortal Extinguishing Sword.

This was a Saint Spiritual Treasure, even a Quasi-Saint must be a bit wary of it.

Moreover, Peng Demon faintly speculated that if Ye Xuan held the Immortal Extinguishing Sword, perhaps the other three swords were also with Ye Xuan.

If Ye Xuan controlled the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, then even a Quasi-Saint would have to retreat three feet.

Since Ye Xuan showed Cultivation only at the Daluo Fourth Layer Heaven, only the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation could defeat the various Great Divine Powers, and even if a Quasi-Saint personally came, they would have to acknowledge defeat.

This was why Peng Demon wanted to befriend Ye Xuan and even planned to seek refuge with him, the only request being to help him withstand the endless pursuit of the King of All Poisons.

What Peng Demon didn’t expect was that Ye Xuan, all along the way, hadn’t used the Immortal Extinguishing Sword at all, let alone the so-called Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

This greatly puzzled Peng Demon, unsure whether the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was truly in Ye Xuan’s hands.

But when the King of All Poisons severely injured the Elder Immortal of the South Pole, Peng Demon identified the true form of the King of All Poisons and felt extreme fear rise within him.

Now that he was in Nuwa Palace, the King of All Poisons wouldn’t act against him, but once the event was over, the first person the King of All Poisons would want to kill would definitely be him.

Therefore, Peng Demon’s only hope lay with Ye Xuan.

As long as Ye Xuan had the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the King of All Poisons would have to lay low for a while, and Peng Demon could avoid a life-and-death catastrophe.

As Peng Demon narrated, Ye Xuan finally understood Peng Demon’s purpose.

“Brother Ye, at this point, there’s no need for us to beat around the bush.

Tell me, brother, do you have the Four Immortal Slaying Swords?” Peng Demon anxiously spoke out, his eyes looking at Ye Xuan with hope.

“The Four Immortal Slaying Swords?”

Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, his voice low as he said, “Young brother, you think too much.

Those Four Immortal Slaying Swords are the foremost killing arms under the Heavenly Dao and the strongest treasure of Heavenly Sect Master.

How could they possibly be in my hands!”

“This…?”

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Peng Demon’s complexion instantly turned pale, and his eyes became extremely grave.

“Big brother, don’t joke around.

If you don’t have the Four Immortal Slaying Swords at hand, unable to form the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, even if your Cultivation and Combat Power are comparable to the Daluo Peak, how could you possibly be a match for the King of All Poisons?” Peng Demon asked, trembling.

Sadly, Ye Xuan didn’t answer Peng Demon’s question.

Yet, as his eyes opened and closed, a trace of cold light swept across the bottom of his eyes, and he murmured, “The King of All Poisons has just entered the Quasi-Saint realm; he may not necessarily be the final victor.”