Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 592 The Central Continent Team Members Achieve Collective Sainthood (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

With a single strike, the five elements were reversed, yin and yang were disrupted, and the earth, fire, water, and wind swirled endlessly, giving rise to a variety of chaotic and complex phenomena. But in the end, it suddenly stopped, merging and unifying in an incomprehensible way, transforming into an extremely dazzling radiance.

This light seemed to come from chaos, encompassing the boundless天地 (heaven and earth), penetrating the entire universe, and annihilating all things, both tangible and intangible.

The Dark Womb Mandala Formation, which faced this light directly, acted as a pillar in the middle of the stream. The auras of more than two hundred novice saints and twelve top saints merged together, resisting the indescribable chaotic radiance for three whole breaths.

Three breaths later, the great formation was wiped out, and the nine powerful high-level saints, the three hidden beings, and hundreds of saints from all races also disappeared at the same time. Together with the Saintly Path, they were completely lost in this multiverse.

The spacetime turbulence fell into a deathly silence, even the Earth Queen in the Narnia plane was somewhat stunned.

But soon, she came to her senses and looked at the black-armored youth standing in the turbulent flow of time and space. Her eyes were almost overflowing with doubt and vigilance, and she slowly uttered two words.

"Royal level..."

Indeed, in the eyes of the Earth Queen, Wu Xian's combat power just now was that of a genuine Emperor-level being, surpassing weak Emperors or Quasi-Emperors like the Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints, and Ye, and was comparable to the Two Emperors of the Eastern Heaven who once suppressed all races in the prehistoric world.

Especially that final chaotic light, even Houtu felt a strange sense of unease upon seeing it, and even if her true form came, she probably wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

So the question is, who exactly is this guy?

It should be noted that the number of emperors in the multiverse is limited. Apart from half-baked ones like Ice Phoenix, only she, Fuxi, and Wa in the current timeline possess this status. The birth of an emperor will cause tremendous phenomena, and even in the four forbidden lands, there should be no silence.

Houtu frowned, completely baffled.

Just then, the breathing sounds around her began to change. She was slightly taken aback, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings, a look of surprise in her eyes.

"How... is this possible?!"

In her perception, the auras of the reincarnators in the surrounding God Space began to surge at an incredible speed, easily crossing the threshold of the fourth-order gene lock, then easily overcoming their inner demons, awakening the light of their souls, and then advancing triumphantly towards the fourth high realm.

As for the Central Continent Team, whose members are all at the fourth level and many of whom have awakened the Light of the Mind, it is even more incredible that they broke through the barrier of essence in the reincarnation simulation without anyone noticing and obtained the status of a near-saint.

According to the setting, all beings who can advance to the level of a near-saint will immediately become high-level saints once they become saints, without exception.

Hey! Isn't it a coincidence? Wu Xian killed ten high-level saints in the spacetime turbulence earlier, and this position just happened to become vacant.

Li Xiaoyi, Mou Gang, Cheng Xiao, Wang Xia, Qi Tengyi, Zhu Wen, Zhang Jie, Luo Li, Luo Yinglong, Lina Ya... A majestic aura suddenly rose from these ten people. Invisibly, something seemed to condense, which was the holy marks and holy path they had acquired after becoming saints.

As for Zhan Lan, Zhao Yingkong, and Zheng Zha, their situation is more complicated. Their aura is even stronger than that of the ten people, but they have not become saints. Instead, they are striving for the higher-level position of near-saint.

Incidentally, in the Demon Team, the clone Zheng Zha, as well as the clones Wang Chaozong and Dugu Feng who were copied in the Van Helsing world, also had the same reaction; the first level of the Saint Realm was far from their end.

"Holy crap, what kind of monsters are these reincarnators that Fuxi recruited this time...?"

Houtu's eyes were glazed over, and she felt like her whole body was going numb. She even wondered if she was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could she have seen ten high-level saints and at least six second-level near-saints being born right under her nose?

"I told you you'd be proven wrong, now you believe me."

Wu Xian's laughter rang out behind Hou Tu, startling her so much that she jumped three hundred meters away and assumed a defensive stance. Looking at the black-armored youth opposite her, whose face held a half-smile, Hou Tu's lips twitched slightly, as if she was about to say something.

Buzz buzz—! !

Amidst the strange buzzing sound, Houtu and Wu Xian both felt the Narnia plane beneath their feet begin to tremble slightly, rising upwards like an elevator, and penetrating into the passage that had been opened up above their heads.

Upon seeing this, Houtu's pupils, hidden behind her glasses, suddenly contracted, and then she sighed:
"They've arrived... the Primordial Heavenly Court."

As if responding to Houtu's sigh, a powerful pressure surged from the outer layer of the passage, threatening to crush the entire Narnia plane!

A clang!
Wu Xian planted the Iron Staff of the Will at his feet on the green grass. An invisible barrier spread out, blocking the invasion of that oppressive force and stabilizing the Narnia plane, which was on the verge of collapse.

On the other side, as they approached the passage, Wu Xian's expression also became serious.

In the field of vision, millions of warships of various sizes appeared, along with countless escort ships, network devices, large void weapons, joint array deployment devices, and all-encompassing blockade devices, etc.

Besides, there were hundreds of clusters of light in the void. The first ten or so clusters of light emitted a vast and boundless aura similar to that of Luo Hou and the others before, and were clearly ten high-level saints.

Their light spread outwards like stars, while the other hundreds of light clusters, though far inferior to these ten stars, were not obscured. Like distant stars, they also emitted their own light in the void.

In addition, thousands of humans appeared in the void. Although they did not emit any imposing aura or light, the earth and sky faintly appeared behind them.

This is the Celestial Realm, and also the mark of an immortal among orthodox cultivators!

This lineup alone surpasses even the saints of all races in the spacetime turbulence. Even if other hidden beings and innate gods and demons from the spacetime turbulence were to emerge at the same time, they would at most be evenly matched with this lineup, or even be suppressed.

This is the Primordial Heavenly Court, the strongest force in the multiverse, possessing the foundation and power to suppress the myriad races of the past.

"Damn it, those traitors from the Heavenly Court have come knocking on our door, why hasn't Fuxi shown up yet? Does he really want to watch the Human Emperor's authority be taken away?!"

Houtu gritted her teeth, glancing at a face down guy on the ground, feeling extremely annoyed.

"What are you afraid of? I'm still here."

Wu Xian smiled, looking like he was ready to take on the task, but earned a beautiful eye roll from Miss Houtu in return.

"Don't think you're so great just because you wiped out the remnants of those myriad races... Okay, that's impressive, but the Primordial Heavenly Court is different. They have more than one Emperor-level warrior. If they come to join the fun this time..."

Before Houtu could finish speaking, a huge yin-yang diagram in black and white came from the void, transformed into a golden bridge, and landed in the Narnia plane!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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