Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 604 - 604 623 Bizarre and Unpredictable Fifth Update

604: Chapter 623: Bizarre and Unpredictable (Fifth Update) 604: Chapter 623: Bizarre and Unpredictable (Fifth Update) “As you depart, I must remind you one last time that the so-called path of Proving Dao with Power to become a Saint is but a dead end,”

“”It is nothing more than a delusion that cannot come true.

If you stubbornly continue down this path, your future will only lead to becoming a pile of bones, ash scattered between Heaven and Earth.”

“Although Proving Dao with Power indeed grants you combat power against the heavens, such methods are not permitted under the Heavenly Dao.

Right now, you may not feel the impending crisis, but once you set foot into the realm of a Quasi-Saint, it will certainly attract a monumental calamity upon you.

Even if you come to the Biyou Palace seeking my help, I will be powerless to assist you.”

The Heavenly Sect Master spoke evenly, earnestly advising Ye Xuan, hoping he would abandon this certain path of death, because such a method of becoming a Saint could never succeed.

As one of The Three Pure Ones, and also one of the Primordial Spirits born from the division of Pangu, the Heavenly Sect Master’s understanding of the Dao was unsurpassed.

He was very aware of the enormous calamity that awaited those who pursued the path of Proving Dao with Power to become a Saint.

“Remember, you are the seventh Heavenly Determined Saint.

If you seek to step into the realm of Quasi-Saint, you should find the last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

With it, you can enter the realm of Quasi-Saint, and even help you achieve the fruit of the seventh Saint in the future,” the Heavenly Sect Master urgently cautioned, hoping Ye Xuan would understand his earnest intentions.

Because the Heavenly Dao is in chaos, and the great dark catastrophe has begun, even Saints will be drawn into it, and a battle is inevitable sooner or later.

He, the Heavenly Sect Master, must also settle past debts from the Sealing God Tribulation with the other four Great Saints.

Without the help of the seventh Heavenly Determined Saint, he, the Heavenly Sect Master, might very well perish in this unprecedented dark catastrophe.

The Heavenly Sect Master believed he had not misjudged; indeed, Ye Xuan had to be the seventh Heavenly Determined Saint.

Only with his assistance, fighting side by side, could they safely pass through this unprecedented dark catastrophe.

“Go, I await the day you become a Saint.”

The Heavenly Sect Master spoke with a low voice.

At that moment, the extremities of this land twisted, Chaos Light blanketed the sky, and in an instant, Ye Xuan was sent out of the Biyou Palace, leaving the Heavenly Sect Master alone in the Palace.

…

Clouds of auspiciousness filled the Nine Heavens, Immortal Light brilliant and dazzling.

A Daoist in green robes sat cross-legged atop the cloud peaks of the Nine Heavens.

He lay high upon the triple cloud layers, overlooking the Three Realms, his figure obscured by a beam of Chaos Light, making it challenging to see his countenance clearly.

“Hongmeng Purple Qi?”

Suddenly, within the Chaos Light Beam, the green-robed Daoist slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just awoken from slumber.

The Immortal Light in his eyes seemed to penetrate beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, faintly gazing upon the Heavenly Sect Master inside the Biyou Palace.

“Ha!”

The green-robed Daoist retracted his gaze, seated amidst the Chaos Mysterious Fog, uttering a soft chuckle that, upon closer listening, contained a tremor within his tone.

“My good disciple, I truly did not expect you to dare embark upon the path of Proving Dao with Power to become a Saint.

Could it be that you are really the destined great enemy in my fate?”

The green-robed Daoist murmured to himself, the Chaos Light around him rippled in all directions, and this piece of the world kept changing.

A Green Lotus began to bloom in the void, withering slowly before burgeoning with vigorous vitality, the process of life and death vividly enacted within this single lotus.

“Hongmeng Purple Qi?”

The green-robed Daoist smiled faintly as a strand of purple qi quietly emerged in the palm of his hand.

An unimaginable fluctuation bloomed from this purple qi, making the Daoist in green appear extremely mysterious.

“My good disciple, the Hongmeng Purple Qi is within your master’s hand.

If you really wish to follow the path of Merit to Saint, your master could easily bestow this item upon you, which would not be in vain for our master-disciple bond.”

“Alas,” the Daoist in green sighed, “even if I give you the Hongmeng Purple Qi, you are cultivating the Undying Immortal Scripture and thus cannot achieve Merit to Saint.

I wonder what your feelings will be when you learn this outcome.”

The Daoist in green murmured as if he held the Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand with no regard, and even seemed extremely eager for Ye Xuan to obtain it.

“Let me think, how should I bestow upon you this last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi?” he wondered.

Perched atop the summit of the Nine Layer Clouds, the Daoist in green sat cross-legged, whispering to himself as though lost in deep thought.

Had any outsiders witnessed this scene, they would have been utterly astonished.

The last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi, capable of bestowing sainthood, was something the Daoist in green intended to gift to another.

For three full days and nights, the Daoist in green remained silent, the Hongmeng Purple Qi merely circulating in the palm of his hand.

Yet the aura around his body became more chaotic, as if caught in a difficult dilemma.

“Although this cannot make him a Saint, it is enough for him to step into the ranks of Quasi-Saint.

This will also gradually free him from my control, troublesome, truly troublesome,” the Daoist in green muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Clearly, as Ye Xuan’s cultivation grew stronger, he felt an unspoken pressure.

“Heavenly Sect Master, oh Heavenly Sect Master, you really are a fool to think that he would be the seventh Saint.

Once I seize his body and fully master the Heavenly Punishment Halberd and the Forbidden Chapter, these so-called Saints will be but fodder for this ancestor,” the Daoist in green whispered ominously, his figure fading into illusion and disappearing from the summit of the Nine Layer Clouds.

Terrifying, truly terrifying.

This Daoist in green, existing within the Three Realms, somehow knew everything within Biyou Palace without alerting the Heavenly Sect Master.

This ability alone was enough to demonstrate that the Daoist’s cultivation and divine skills were beyond imagination.

The true identity of the Primordial Spirit was unknown, which posed an immense mystery.

Only by waiting for Ye Xuan to uncover it would there be an unimaginable great battle between them.

…

The Star Sea was vast, with great stars rotating, and brilliant meteors streaking across the sky, the Hanhai Star River churning from time to time.

When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, he found himself outside Biyou Palace.

“Heavenly Emperor, your cultivation…?”

Shen Gongbao approached briskly, bowing to Ye Xuan and subtly observing the aura around him.

It had been three thousand years since Ye Xuan entered Biyou Palace, and Shen Gongbao had waited just as long outside for Ye Xuan.

When he saw that Ye Xuan reemerged with cultivation at the peak of Daluo, Shen Gongbao’s expression froze before joy overtook his face.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Star Sea ebbed and flowed, shining brightly, as Biyou Palace gradually dissolved into the depths of the Star Sea.

The two Daoist children guarding the gate bowed to Ye Xuan and then vanished along with Biyou Palace.

“You return first to the Heavenly Court to assist the Queen Mother in governing the Group of Immortals.

Within thirty thousand years, I must become a Quasi-Saint, and naturally, I shall return to the Heavenly Court then,” Ye Xuan stated calmly.

“Heavenly Emperor, where will you go?” asked Shen Gongbao, his expression anxious as he sensed Ye Xuan intended to leave.

“How can I face formidable enemies from all sides if I do not become a Quasi-Saint?

I am going to find the opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint.

If after thirty thousand years I have not returned to the Heavenly Court, it would mean that I have perished between Heaven and Earth, and the rest of you should disperse as well,” Ye Xuan spoke solemnly, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

With a single step, he vanished from Shen Gongbao’s view.

“Ah!”

Shen Gongbao gave a heavy sigh, his eyes heavy with gravity.

He knew Ye Xuan’s character was resolute; there were only two possible outcomes for his solitary departure: either Ye Xuan would return after achieving Quasi-Sainthood, or he would be obliterated amidst Heaven and Earth.