If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 1106 Hongmeng Taoist Master
Li Ya opened his eyes and found himself on a desolate land. Looking up, the sky was pitch black, with only sparse stars dotting the sky. This world was extremely desolate and cold.

He looked up and saw figures descending from the sky and landing on the earth.

When he saw some of the saints, his expression became somewhat unnatural.

"Am I still not as good as them?"

At this moment, Li Ya is the saint Li Ya who was summoned from the future by Gu An. He finds that he is the first saint to be drawn into this mysterious field. Doesn't that mean he is the weakest?
Although he was used to this situation, now that he had come to the past, he was still no match for the saints who had already fallen during this period.

A figure landed beside him; it was none other than Tian Hao.

This Tianhao was also a saint from the future. After landing, he looked around and his expression was solemn.

"Master Uncle, something's wrong with this world. I can't sense the Great Dao at all."

Tianhao spoke, his tone heavy.

Li Ya glanced at him. This junior had always been superior to him since he was young, and even after becoming a saint, he was still superior.

Hey!
Although Li Ya felt helpless, he did not persist. If he could not compete now, he would continue to cultivate. As long as he was still cultivating, there was hope.

Saints descended one by one, scattered in various places. Even the saints summoned by Gu An did not gather together, especially Gu An's reincarnated bodies, who were scattered far and wide.

Gu Xuanyou descended from the sky, his feet not touching the ground. He frowned, glanced around, and roughly understood the situation.

Anxin stood alone in a place and noticed that many of the saints on her side resembled her master, which made her wonder.

Gu Xuanyou's arrival attracted the attention of all the saints. They could all feel his power, and the Heavenly Emperor's expression became subtle as he looked at him.

The Heavenly Emperor always believed that Ji and Gu Xuanyou were the same person.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He was happy that Gu Xuanyou wasn't as strong as Ji, but sad that he had one more opponent.

Sages are knowledgeable and experienced; once they fall, they immediately understand who falls first and whose strength is weaker.

The sages from beyond the chaos discovered that their people were falling quickly, while several of their opponents were still slow to fall, indicating that they were still resisting that mysterious force.

A blue sword light descended from the sky, attracting everyone's attention. Yang Xian stepped out from the sword energy, and faced the gaze of more than thirty saints, his expression remained unchanged.

Immediately afterwards, it crashed down with a tremendous roar, landing right next to him, sending rocks flying and ruffling Yang Xian's black hair.

With her long hair flying wildly, Yang Xian glanced over and met Ji's extremely aggressive gaze.

“Your sword intent is very strong; I sensed it just now,” Ji said.

When the saints fell in, they did not sit idly by and wait to die. They all fought back with all their might. Even though he could not see, Ji still felt an extremely strong sword intent. He had traveled through the past and the future, and this was the first time he had encountered such a strong sword intent.

He felt that Yang Xian's sword could hurt him.

Yang Xian replied with a smile, "Your fighting spirit is even more fervent, chilling to the bone."

He appeared to be trying to ingratiate himself, but he didn't move an inch, holding firm against the overwhelming pressure.

All the saints looked at them, secretly astonished, wondering where these two had come from.

Those who had fought against them had the most complicated feelings. They simply couldn't understand how a saint could be so strong as to suppress opponents of the same realm.

Especially Ji, who fought five saints alone and completely overwhelmed them.

The earth fell silent. The saints, each lost in their own thoughts, did not immediately make a move, for they were all trapped here, clearly indicating the intervention of a third force. The Heavenly Emperor was also observing this realm. He discovered that his divine sense could not penetrate the barriers of this realm. This realm was not large, and they were clearly trapped. What kind of power could trap so many saints all at once?
They couldn't be sure it was their powerful backer who did it.

Just then, the earth began to tremble, startling the saints into taking to the air. They looked down, but their divine senses could not penetrate the earth's surface to probe deeper into the situation.

"This appears to be the internal space of some magical artifact."

An elderly-looking sage spoke, his tone hesitant, clearly unsure of the conjecture.

Another sage shouted, "Lord of the Dao, is this your doing? If so, please tell us why you have trapped us here as well?"

The Sages of the Beginningless were calm and composed, completely unperturbed. They were scattered in various places, observing the situation quietly, because they also had their own confidence.

The earthquake trembled for a while before calming down, and there was no response to the saint's question for a long time, which made the group of saints increasingly uneasy.

The ability to trap so many sages at once must be incredibly profound. What was his purpose in doing so?
Li Ya suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look. His brows furrowed, and the other saints also looked in different directions. They saw thick fog rolling in at the edge of the earth.

"That's... Chaos Qi?" Wei Lai Hongyi frowned and muttered to herself, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

The other sages could also recognize that the dense fog and the chaotic energy that maintained the chaotic universe were of the same origin. The sages from outside the chaos panicked completely, thinking they were in dire straits.

However, the sages of the beginningless era were not happy; their faces were all solemn.

They were very familiar with Gu An. Although the thick fog belonged to the chaotic energy, it had nothing to do with Gu An, and its aura was not similar at all.

Boom——

A thunderclap boomed, and Zhu Xi looked up to see a large flag appear in the dark sky. It was a purple flag, fluttering in the wind, with vivid dark red Dao patterns on its surface.

Even a sage would feel a chill upon seeing such a large banner.

"Please do not panic."

A voice rang out, its tone indifferent. As the words fell, two figures emerged from the darkness behind the purple banner.

The two figures walked to the purple flag, where they were separated by it.

The saints frowned, for the two figures had identical faces and builds, only their clothing differed; one was dark, the other purplish-red, like two flames burning.

"Dao Master..."

The Nine Yang Divine Ancestor's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout.

He couldn't understand why the Dao Lord wanted to trap them.

It is even more unclear why a second Dao Lord was born.

But they were both saints, and they could sense the aura emanating from these two Dao Lords; one was the Qi of Chaos, and the other was the Qi of Primordial Purple.

Even the saints who followed the Dao Lord realized that something was wrong at that moment.

The Dao Lord was hiding something from them, and it was clear that the Dao Lord was plotting against them.

The Dao Lord, shrouded in primordial energy, spoke: "Attracting so many sages has exceeded my expectations. However, I am very curious, who exactly summoned you from the future?"

The Lord of Hongmeng's gaze fell on Ji, his eyes sharp, and he could tell that Ji was the most powerful being among the saints present.

(End of this chapter)