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Chapter 168 Yao Yao ascends to sainthood, the extraterrestrial saint who commits suicide in agony!
Auspicious purple clouds travel 30,000 miles eastward!
The vast purple aura, like a long river, engulfed the Earth's sky and even spread beyond the heavens.

Numerous energies manifested, including starlight, shimmering mercury, rivers of fire, rivers of ice, rivers of swords, rivers of thunder... Hundreds of energies evolved, their divine light dazzling, and they fell toward Longhu Mountain.

"Hiss, what is this?" Everyone was surprised and uneasy.

"This is a sign of sanctification!"

Ying Xiaoxiao's mouth dropped open. "Someone on Earth has actually become a saint! Can this world still allow it?"

No, she glanced at Yang An, as if someone had already done it.

"It's Yao Yao!"

Yang An waved his hand, and moved everyone to Longhu Mountain.

Upon closer inspection, everyone could feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from the sky, domineering and unparalleled. The purple aura stretched for 30,000 miles in the east, its nobility beyond description, but the calamities it brought were equally immense.

The golden statue is subject to calamity, and so is the near-saint!
Equivalent to the era of "Covering the Sky," the transformation into a dragon and the tribulation in the Immortal Realm are, strictly speaking, already a bit late for geniuses.

"You're back."

Yao Yao appeared, dressed in red like a blooming spider lily. She smiled at Yang An and said, "Wait a moment, I need to undergo a tribulation first!"

Although she was a spiritual being, her physical body was incredibly solid at this moment, and her aura was astonishing. She soared directly into the clouds and sat upright outside the starry sky, with purple energy flowing from the east for 30,000 miles.

Even the mighty sun, hundreds of millions of kilometers away from Earth, has its blazing rays and rainbows captured.

The closer moon erupted with countless array patterns, its dazzling light illuminating Yao Yao's flawless figure, making her resemble a goddess in the moon.

"To ride the immortals and roam the heavens, to embrace the bright moon and live forever!"

Yao Yao's voice was leisurely, as if she was deliberately showing Yang An the methods she had comprehended. Her soul light was blazing, and her almost boundless spiritual domain covered the entire sky above the earth, like a dream, capable of causing all living beings to fall into depravity with a single thought.

Such an attack is terrifying; who could withstand it!
A Saint can destroy a life-bearing planet with his bare hands, but it is almost impossible to completely destroy all life on a planet with just his mental power!
But Yao Yao did it with ease. Her soul light was so tangible that it withstood the clash of the sun and moon. She could obliterate a planet with just her spiritual domain and cause billions of people to fall into ruin.

"The celestial elder sister is so amazing, with extraordinary talent! She became a saint at such a young age!"

This is what Ying Xiaoxiao said.

"Croak, that's amazing!" This was said by an uncultured member of the Paradise Organization, who had infiltrated quite a few Kunlun Beast Kings.

Chu Feng muttered to himself, "Isn't this a female ghost who has been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years? How come she's become young again?"

He suddenly fell silent, sensing the chilling killing intent from the sky above. He had a premonition that if he said another word, today would be the anniversary of his death as the chief of Heaven.

"It's really good."

Yang An nodded, his spirits soaring as if he had only mentioned it briefly.

It's just a possibility; one can only imagine how difficult it would be to actually achieve it. Yet Yao Yao truly accomplished it, living up to her status as a Celestial Emperor.

"The soul's light is undying, like a physical entity, evolving into all things."

He thought of a certain method circulating in the heavens, and looked at Lin Nuoyi, the sister of the Pollen Emperor. That 'Luo' seemed to be following this path, mainly cultivating the Soul Light System, reaching the highest point at the end of the path.

However, although it cultivates the soul, it is different from the normal soul systems. It emphasizes stubbornness, with the soul light remaining undying like a physical entity. It can be shattered and rebuilt, and it is completely unafraid of death.

Yao Yao had only taken the first step, the beginning of her spiritual ascension to immortality, the transformation from yin to yang, and her transcendence into sainthood.

Even so, it was still astonishing enough. The vast and mighty purple river of energy evolved with various energies and light, devouring the essence of the sun and moon. Although only the spirit remained, it stepped into the realm of the Quasi-Saint, yet it possessed the power of a true Saint.

If the Sub-Saint Golden Wolf and Yin Jiuque were to be revived, it would probably be far more than a single move from them!
Beyond the starry sky, the observations of the Heavenly Eye were filled with shock and disbelief.

"The number one person under the starry sky in the past?"

"The peerless, stunningly talented Princess Yao Yao?!"

"Wasn't she dead? How could she reappear and even defy the heavens to become a saint!"

Yao Yao left her mark on the entire history of the Little Underworld Universe. Many people from that era still remembered her unparalleled beauty and often reminisced about her. Surprisingly, she didn't die and even became a saint.

These people were instantly stunned, speechless with disbelief.

"What exactly happened on Earth? Could there really be a cycle of reincarnation that allowed her to be reborn? And that mysterious Lord of Heaven, who claims to be a god, is he really from the world of gods? Did he reincarnate into this universe and that's why his cultivation has advanced so rapidly, becoming a saint in just one year?!"

The thought of a certain saint's union with something flashed through my mind like lightning, and the possibility made my body tremble uncontrollably.

"I knew she wasn't dead," exclaimed the Lin-surnamed sage from the Primal Beast Platform.

"No, she's dead. Only her soul remains!"

Some people shake their heads, saying that it is difficult for a spirit that has endured countless eons to attain sainthood. This is not an exaggeration, but the truth.

The Lesser Underworld has a mysterious passage leading to another realm, accessible only to souls. Located in the Great Dream Pure Land, it has been a place of trials for generations. Although the meaning behind that mysterious passage is unclear, many have made significant gains within it, emerging with souls nearly reaching the level of a quasi-saint.

But his soul was too powerful, which caused his physical body to burst, leading to a tragic end.

"She wants to achieve spiritual sainthood, then condense a physical body and resurrect the dead?!" The people in the shadows couldn't sit still any longer. This wasn't as simple as the death of one or two sub-saints; Yao Yao's potential terrified them.

Once successfully resurrected, he could very well reach the Dao Ancestor realm, which is reflected in all the heavens.

"dream!"

A saint suddenly unleashed a sword strike, like a galaxy falling and engulfing the solar system. He did not reveal his identity, and the secrets of the sword technique he used were unknown, but it was a top-tier saintly art, which he used at the most vulnerable moment when Yao Yao was becoming a saint.

Just as there are heavenly tribulations to achieve sainthood, there are also human tribulations.

Exposing it would be tantamount to courting death.

"court death!"

Yang An's eyes were cold.

Beyond the starry sky, an anomaly appeared: boundless chaos swept across everything, leaving everything in a daze.

A beam of light pierced through the chaos, followed by countless rays of light, radiant and magnificent. A majestic deity appeared, seated high in the celestial chaos, unapproachable, ineffably noble, and incomparably sacred. He opened his eyes.

The light of destruction obliterates everything, striking the stars from afar!

boom!
The saint had just launched his attack when his sword light shone like a galaxy, dazzlingly brilliant. But at that moment, he sensed a great crisis and instantly became alert. He unleashed eighty-one consecutive sword strikes, transforming them into a river of swords that slashed towards the divine light.

But then a series of cracking sounds came, as the holy sword in his hand could no longer withstand the force.

Shattered by the light, it shattered instantly.

"Ah!" the saint screamed, staggering backward as he flew away.
As you can see, his lower body was blasted away and obliterated in the radiance. The light came from chaos and was irresistible!

Under such a terrifying attack, he could no longer disguise himself and was forced to reveal his true appearance.

"My God, he is the Sword Saint, Saint Duanmu!"

The live stream on the Beastmaster platform started at some point, focusing on the Duanmu Sword Saint and clearly displaying his miserable state to the world. The universe and starry sky trembled instantly, and countless people on the Starry Sky Network let out howls of agony.

"Is a true holy death about to occur?!"

"Great! It's been so long since something this exciting has happened!"

"Dude, your address seems pretty close to Earth. Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the saints and being punished?"

"Who cares? To witness something this exciting is worth dying for! Show me rivers of blood! I can't wait to see these big shots die!"

"Six six six!"

On the Beast Platform, demons were running rampant.

In everyone's mind, saints are unfathomable, invincible, and high above. Even quasi-saints belong to a different world and are rarely seen.

Now, in the desolate wilderness of the universe, in that once-desolate land, a saint may have fallen, instantly stirring up the demonic and rebellious spirit in everyone's hearts.

The thought of witnessing the fall of a revered saint is incredibly exciting and thrilling, leading to a surge in the number of people joining the Primal Beast Platform, and the number continues to increase.

In the starry sky, the Sword Saint Duanmu was still struggling, his body transforming into billions of sword energies, like a river of sword energy, eternally indestructible.

In the underworld, the saints truly possess incredible power.

"The saint is indestructible and eternally immortal!" His will was pure and firm, and he did not retreat because of the slightest setback. Moreover, his Dao heart was resolute and his killing intent was overwhelming. He roared, "Who exactly are you? There has never been any paradise in the starry sky. Could you be a descendant raised by that old codger on Earth?"

"You dare to be so insolent instead of hiding? You're asking for death!"

"Who do you think you are, to speak to me like that?" Yang An said coldly from Earth. The people in the trilogy world were as oblivious to their own mortality as ever.

In the real world, he hadn't encountered such a stubborn person in a long time.

Yang An reached out and grabbed it. A large hand covered it, and even though it was far away in the starry sky, it still enveloped Duanmu Sword Saint, making him shine with boundless brilliance and divine splendor.

"The Lord of Heaven has made his move!"

Many enormous wills emerged from the shadows. They had been watching Earth for a long time, and nothing that happened could escape their notice. The Sub-Saint Golden Wolf and Yin Jiuque risked their lives to find the prehistoric giant crocodile.

The same applies to Duanmu Sword Saint's current actions.

They desperately needed to know about Yang An, and whether he had powerful backers.

A true interstellar war is not something that can be started easily, but once it begins, it will be earth-shattering and end everything.

In ancient times, this is how Earth was destroyed. Its heyday was instantly shattered, giving no chance whatsoever. Only after the strong were defeated and killed would young people be sent out to hunt them down and hone their skills.

Would Yang An hesitate because they were spying on him?
Obviously impossible!
His mindset became even more superior, looking down upon this starry sky!

"Oh!"

The radiant hand slammed down, instantly shattering Duanmu Sword Saint's body, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

"How can it be?!"

Many forces were shocked and could not imagine it.

He even neglected to attend to the rising demonic aura and the stability of his holy position.

A sage! Such a being is rare even in the entire starry sky. Apart from the Dao Ancestor, a powerful being reflected in all the heavens, who could suppress such a being? How could this be?!

If the previous beam of destructive light had an element of sneak attack, this giant hand that came down was a fair and square crushing blow, as easy as swatting away a fly.

"Come and save me!"

Duanmu Sword Saint could no longer hold on and cried out. He was terrified, feeling the irresistible will of the Lord. If this continued, he would die!
"You killed my sworn brother and still dare to be so insolent! Lord of Heaven, the starry sky is not a place for you to run rampant!"

A cold voice echoed from the void, and yet another saint appeared.

Yuwen Chengkong, also known as the Hundred Transformations Saint, was a member of the Star Knights in the past. The nine of them became sworn brothers. Yin Jiuque ranked ninth, while he was the eldest and was respected by them!

"You killed Jiuque, and I will one day melt the entire Earth into metal!"

Yuwen Chengkong's tone was cold, arrogant, and domineering. He cultivated the Hundred Transformations Sacred Technique, which could melt all things. In ancient times, he could melt hundreds of planets with a flick of his hand, which was no exaggeration.

The Primal Beast Platform also quieted down, and two Saints descended.

I wonder if that person on Earth can stop it.

"So much nonsense!"

Yang An himself did not move, but his radiance condensed into a projection. He was indifferent. What saint was he? He was just a second-level immortal. He was a powerful figure in the Lesser Underworld. His real combat strength was at most that of a first-level immortal. He could easily kill him even after six attempts to take his life. Now that he had advanced to the legendary level.

He made a grabbing motion out of thin air, as if the gates of hell had been opened wide, causing countless demons to wail in pain. In his hand appeared a long whip, the Whip of Hell!

This is a long whip forged from the pain and wails of countless beings who have fallen into hell. A single lash can unleash endless hellish punishments, causing immense suffering.

This technique is rare; it is not a supernatural power derived from the transformation of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force, but rather something that Yang An, with his outstanding comprehension, figured out on his own!
Snapped!
The whip of hell danced, like a giant hellish serpent soaring into the sky and piercing through the galaxy. The wails of countless hellish demons echoed, and one could vaguely see them struggling in agony within hell.

With just a casual lash of the whip, Yuwen Chengkong, who had just been so arrogant and boasted that he would refine the entire Earth, trembled violently, like a sieve.

"Ahhh!"

A deafening, agonizing scream echoed through the starry sky.

Yuwen Chengkong collapsed in the universe, and the sound of his death was so mournful that it sent chills down one's spine. It was unimaginable what kind of pain and torment he must have endured to cause such a saint to lose his composure.

With a single blow, he shattered Yuwen Chengkong's defenses, sending him tumbling through the starry space like a dog, his heart filled with uncontrollable fear.

"Wait, wait!" he couldn't help but shout, and quickly backed away.

Duanmu Sword Saint was also stunned, then his anger flared up, "Yuwen Chengkong, what are you doing!"

"It's just one whipping, why are you backing down!"

I just got beaten to a pulp and didn't say anything, and you just got whipped and this?

If you're afraid of dying, just say so!

It doesn't hurt unless the whip hits you.

But the next moment, the Whip of Hell lashed out at him.

clap clap clap! !

The attacks, like a storm, rained down on the two saints. Yang An, like a god, stood high above them, wielding his whip and lashing out at the two saints.

"No, no, no! Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"Ahhh, I surrender! I surrender!"

Yuwen Chengkong, who could barely withstand even a single lash, could hardly bear such a fierce and torrential beating.

In an instant, he burst into tears, crawling around in the starry sky like a dog, rolling and tumbling, trying to hide everywhere. Duanmu Sword Saint did the same, instantly running away in terror, howling incessantly.

This is a realistic way of putting it.

The two high and mighty saints were brutally whipped by the whip of hell, their excrement and urine flying everywhere, just like mortals being punished.

However, they were saints after all, their bodies were pure, almost entirely transformed into energy, and the tears, excrement and urine they sprayed were all energy liquids, and the sky was filled with rosy light, dyeing the starry sky gold, as if it were an auspicious omen.

If it lands on a weak planet, it could easily trigger a spiritual energy revival.

"Holy crap! How badly was the Sage beaten?!"

The netizens on the Primal Beast Platform who were watching this battle were shocked. They were also advanced cultivators and knew exactly what the so-called auspicious omen looked like. It was nothing but excrement and urine!
They all felt a chill run down their spines.

Regardless, Duanmu Sword Saint and Baihua Saint have completely lost face in the starry sky. They were even beaten up and seen by countless people, yet they still have the nerve to act high and mighty.

"Bah bang bang!!"

But Yang An would not stop. He continued to wield the Hell Whip, which lashed out like a giant serpent, subjecting the two of them to all kinds of hellish torment.

Like the burning hell, it is where people are burned to death bit by bit. They can clearly feel their blood drying up and their soul melting away. All the pain is vivid in their minds, and they cannot even escape.

Another example is the icy hell, where everything is frozen and one suffers torment in the cold.

There are also hells of swords and knives, hells of asuras, hells of bliss, hells of the seven emotions and six desires... all kinds of hells are endless, and the punishments are also endless!

Let alone a saint, even a great emperor couldn't stand it; a few lashes would have the same fate!
"I can not stand it any more!"

Yuwen Chengkong roared in agony, slapped his hand, and used the Hundred Transformations Sacred Technique to dissolve his own head. His headless corpse crashed into the starry sky, only stopping when it hit a large star. There wasn't even a trace of soul left on it, clearly indicating that he was dead beyond any doubt.

"Good riddance! Good riddance!" The eyes of the Duanmu Sword Saint blazed with light, as if he had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel. Without hesitation, he slit his own throat with his broken sword, ending his own life.

The whip of hell had just stopped lashing out, like a giant black serpent coiling in the starry sky, each scale a form of hellish punishment.

The scene of the two saints committing suicide was captured clearly by the Beast Platform.

Everyone can see it.

But at this moment, the netizens on the Starry Sky Network were no longer mocking; instead, a great chill swept over them. What kind of pain could make a saint rather commit suicide than bear it?

Lord of Heaven?

They suddenly felt a chill; this method was hardly honorable.

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