Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 188 Sword Seven Seals Saint
Even though he has condensed eight Martial Saint Forms, Di Yi still cannot be called a Martial Saint.

Only by condensing the Sacred Source can one truly be considered a saint in martial arts and step into a completely new level.

Only by reaching the level of a martial arts saint can he better unleash the power of the Saintly Symbol and join the struggle for the Yellow Dragon Fang.

There are no obstacles between a Quasi-Saint of the Third Tribulation and a true Saint. As long as one accumulates enough, one can cross the threshold; all that is needed is time.

Di Yi possesses the essence of the Seven Star Divine Poria within his body, and he previously refined a large amount of Yellow Dragon Qi, enabling him to compress this time to the extreme. After condensing the Saintly Image, he can then condense the Saintly Source in one go.

"The condensation of the Sacred Source takes a considerable amount of time. I only need to condense one Sacred Source now to reach the realm of a Martial Saint. Once the corresponding Sacred Sources of Palm Dao, Claw Dao, Flowing Light Dao, and Sword Dao are condensed, my combat power will increase significantly. I have the highest attainment in Sword Dao, so my strength should increase the most after becoming a Saint. I will condense the Sacred Source of Sword Dao first."

Theoretically speaking, the number of Saintly Images that can be condensed corresponds to the number of Saintly Sources. Since Emperor Yi condensed eight Martial Saintly Images, he should theoretically be able to condense eight Saintly Sources.

However, the Eternal Path is too special; even the Holy Image is not substantial, so it is naturally impossible to condense a corresponding Holy Source.

The maximum number of Sacred Sources he can potentially condense is five.

The Sacred Source is a crystallization of the Sacred Way, formed by combining the Sacred Image with one's own insights and knowledge, along with Sacred Qi. It can grow with the Sacred One and carry the Sacred One's Way.

If one reaches the pinnacle of the Holy Realm in the future, breaks through the Heavenly Barrier of the Divine Realm, and enters the Divine Realm, the Holy Source will also transform into the Divine Source, bearing one's own divine path.

The battle on Qinghu Lake showed no signs of abating; instead, it intensified. The aftershocks of the battle between the Holy Kings emanated from the bottom of the lake and reached the surface. Some unlucky semi-saint cultivators were struck by the aftershocks and died on the spot, their holy blood staining large areas of the lake red.

Most of the cultivators below the Saint Realm in Yipin Hall have retreated to Qingjing Mountain, and the Saints have also retreated after gaining enough.

The formation of Qingjing Mountain still covers a small part of Qinghu Lake, which is a relatively safe area. There is no need to compete with other forces in Tiantai Prefecture. It is an opportunity that belongs only to Yipintang.

However, they still chose to retreat temporarily, because the original master of Qinghu, the Qinghu Dragon Lord, felt great terror and led the Qinghu Dragon Clan to escape to the shore.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, Emperor Yi shielded himself from all external noise and focused entirely on condensing the Sacred Source of the Sword Dao.

He clasped his hands together and let out a soft shout.

"Sword Saint, emerge!"

Immediately, a tri-colored light emanated from behind Di Yi, and a massive sword saint image emerged from the light.

Immediately afterwards, Di Yi clasped his hands together, mobilized the holy energy and sword dao rules within his body, and, with the help of the resonance between himself and the sword dao holy image, used an invisible force to enhance the sword dao holy image.

Gradually, the Sword Saint Image began to shrink, eventually transforming into a small sword two or three inches long, which landed in Emperor Yi's palm. The holy energy surging from the fifty meridians in his body flowed into the small sword through the acupoints in his palm, carrying a faint divine aura, originating from the divine destiny in the divine seal and the sea of ​​qi.

Holy energy was continuously poured into it, and the sword gradually solidified, emitting a tri-colored holy light, as if it were carved from amber. Inside, there were dense sword rules surging, in a phantom state.

"Shh!"

Centered on Di Yi, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed into thousands of intangible swords, which swirled and spun, emitting ear-piercing sounds as they cut through the air.

The sword intent enveloped the entire Tianlong Island, even affecting the lake outside the island. The lake water was stirred up, forming water swords several meters long, which hovered around the island.

Tianlong Island was still within the range of the Qingjing Mountain formation, and only the cultivators of Yipintang discovered this shocking scene.

Qinghu Dragon Lord stood with the three palace masters of Yipin Hall, their faces showing shock and amazement. He said, "The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Origin, is it the Nine Nether Sword Saint on Tianlong Island?"

The Return of Ten Thousand Swords is a celestial phenomenon that only a Sword Saint can summon. It has an extremely high threshold and cannot be summoned by ordinary sword cultivators.

There are only twenty or thirty sword saints in the entire Kunlun Realm, and the only one who appeared near Qinghu today is the Nine Nether Sword Saint. Naturally, the Dragon Lord of Qinghu believes that it was caused by the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

Fu Jiulu shook his head and said, "The Nine Nether Sword Saint and Manager Nian have already fought with Ruan Feilong and Cangyi Holy Dragon to within 10,000 miles of the formation. It is impossible for them to appear on Tianlong Island. The one who attracted the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect could not be the Nine Nether Sword Saint."

"Who could it be? Is there anyone on Mount Qingjing qualified to reach the Sword Saint level?" Fu Liuyun couldn't think of anyone.

Song Molun exuded a rich dragon aura, having gained quite a bit. After listening to the conversation between the three, he guessed the answer and a fanatical expression appeared on his face.

"It must be the Hall Master. Although the Hall Master has not yet achieved the Martial Arts Saint, his swordsmanship is already infinitely close to that of a Sword Saint. Now that his swordsmanship has advanced further and he has stepped into the Sword Saint level, he will naturally attract all swords to pay homage."

The three looked at each other, somewhat incredulous.

“Isn’t it said that without becoming a saint, it’s absolutely impossible to cultivate to the seventh level of sword cultivation and become a sword saint? The hall master’s martial arts cultivation is only at the second tribulation quasi-saint level, how could he become a sword saint?” Fu Jiuluo felt that Song Molun’s guess made some sense, but he didn’t believe that anyone could become a sword saint before becoming a saint.

It completely defies common sense and cannot be explained by mere innate talent.

"Have you forgotten the tribulation clouds from before? I suspect that wasn't some terrifying being at the bottom of the lake that brought divine punishment, but rather a life-or-death tribulation triggered by the Hall Master. Once he overcomes this tribulation and condenses the Saintly Manifestation and Saintly Source, he will achieve sainthood in martial arts. With the Hall Master's accumulation in swordsmanship, he will naturally step into the level of Sword Saint," Song Molun said confidently.

His explanation was logically sound and the most likely answer. The four of them became excited, feeling as if they were witnessing the birth of a young sword saint, a future legend of swordsmanship.

Once one becomes a saint, one becomes a sword saint, an achievement that even the sword emperor could not reach eight hundred years ago, and which has been unheard of for ten thousand years.

They were all saints who had cultivated for at least one or two hundred years. Di Yi's cultivation time was less than a fraction of theirs, yet Di Yi had already caught up quickly and even surpassed some of them.

Having condensed the Sacred Source of Sword Dao, Emperor Yi was filled with joy and comprehended the final level of Sword Seven in one fell swoop, his sword strikes never regretted.

Only a swordsman who has no regrets can be called a sword saint. At this moment, his sword intent was stronger than ever before, and he wanted to cut down all enemies in the world.

Just as Di Yi condensed the Sacred Source of Sword Dao and comprehended Sword Seven, a sudden explosion occurred on the surface of Qinghu Lake, and a flying dragon tens of miles long emerged from the bottom of the water; it was none other than Ruan Feilong.

He held the thousand-foot-long yellow dragon tooth in his claws, and in the end, he gained the upper hand in the battle and seized the dragon tooth.

Nine Nether Sword Saint, Nian Cang, Azure Wing Holy Dragon, and an old Taoist priest in a robe, Saint King, broke through the water and rushed into the void, surrounding Ruan Feilong from four directions.

The auras of the five Saint King realm experts intertwined in the void, their holy might enveloping the entire lake surface, making it difficult for the creatures on the lake to breathe. They fled far away, not daring to linger for even a moment.

"Ruan Feilong, although you are strong, you will only die if you fight four against one. Hand over the Dragon Fang and we will spare your life," the old man of the Taiji Sect said loudly.

Ruan Feilong's eyes were bloodshot as he felt the scorching heat from the dragon's teeth and the surging dragon energy within them, revealing a greedy expression.

Given enough time, he is confident that with the help of the Dragon Fang, he can elevate his martial arts cultivation to a level second only to the leader of the entire Moon Worshiping Demon Sect.

It's not impossible that he could become emperor or king in the Holy Realm in the future.

“Old man Ling Yue, you are a cultivator of the Tai Chi Dao, who claims to be a righteous person, yet you join forces with the evil forces of the black market and the savage beast king. Aren’t you afraid of being criticized by the world?”

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Lingyue merely smiled faintly and activated the Bagua Mirror, a sacred artifact of the Ten Thousand Patterns level, causing dense Daoist patterns to appear on his Taoist robe, completely unaffected by Ruan Feilong's words.

"In times of emergency, we must act expediently. Only by joining forces to defeat you can we redistribute the ownership of Dragon Fang."

"Hmph, there's only one Dragon Fang. How are you four going to divide it among yourselves?" Ruan Feilong said.

"Then you don't need to worry about it. Hand over the Dragon Fang, and I'll spare your life." The Azure Winged Sacred Dragon's voice was ancient and carried a heavy, primal aura. As a fellow dragon, the Azure Winged Sacred Dragon understood the value of the Dragon Fang better than the other three, and there was no way he would let Ruan Feilong take it away.

"Then there's only one option left: a battle. Let's see if the four of you can stop me."

Ruan Feilong roared to the sky, and the ancient power belonging to the Yellow Dragon within his body was activated. Tens of thousands of sacred rules surged within him, converging into a destructive strike capable of annihilating thousands of miles.

"Let's attack together and kill him first."

The Nine Nether Sword Saint unleashed the Divine Illumination Sword, unleashing the full power of the One Luminary, which condensed with the profound energy of the sword path, and unleashed a single strike.

Behind Nian Cang, a celestial demon saint image hundreds of feet tall appeared, activating the Heavenly Profound Demon Heart Diagram and unleashing a Heavenly Profound Force.

The old Taoist Lingyue activated the Bagua Mirror, unleashing its full power, and struck Ruan Feilong from another direction.

The Azure Winged Sacred Dragon was stronger than the three of them, and its cultivation was no weaker than Ruan Feilong's. It was only because its bloodline and physical body were inferior that it was overshadowed by the Sacred Dragon.

He summoned a dragon head that was several miles in size, belonging to a Dragon Emperor at the pinnacle of the Great Sage realm. The dragon head contained a large amount of the Great Sage power belonging to the Dragon Emperor, its value far exceeding that of ordinary Myriad Pattern Sacred Artifacts, and its power was extremely formidable.

Surrounded on all sides, Ruan Feilong had nowhere to hide and unleashed the Eight Desolate Beast Emperor Seal, the sacred artifact of the Wan Beast Palace of the Baiyue Demonic Cult.

He planned to use his powerful dragon body to withstand the attacks of the four powerful figures.

The Yellow Dragon is an ancient divine beast with the highest bloodline. Once it reaches adulthood, its physical body alone can rival that of a god.

Although Ruan Feilong is not a pure-blooded divine beast, the Yellow Dragon blood flowing in his body makes his physical body far superior to those of the same level, and he is no less than a cultivator who has achieved sainthood through his physical body.

However, he clearly underestimated the combined power of the four Saint Kings. A destructive light exploded above the Green Lake, spraying out a large amount of dragon blood, along with shattered scales.

"Ow!"

The furious dragon's roar reverberated for thousands of miles, and even those who hid thousands of miles away were still affected.

Boom!
Ruan Feilong's massive dragon body plunged back into the lake. Blocked on all sides, he had no choice but to re-enter the water to find a chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)