Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 419 What is a Martial Saint?

The crimson rainbow that the Blood Kun transformed into eventually disappeared into the absolute core domain composed of "Primordial Blood," leaving behind a devastated, desolate land and countless fragments of blue-purple divine blood.

The core sea of ​​blood surged with towering waves, completely sealing off the entrance and exuding a strong sense of xenophobia and warning. Even if three Martial Saints joined forces, it would be difficult for them to break in without paying a huge price in a short period of time.

Beyond the distant starry sea, beyond the dazzling brilliance of the Anagard world, a destructive veil of laws, interwoven with pure white holy light and pitch-black thunderstorms, has been firmly shrouded and sealed off.

The Saint of Light and the Saint of Thunder were like two giant gods guarding the gates of time and space, their oppressive aura like a prison, firmly locking onto the God King Otto inside the divine realm.

Although Otto did not appear, the divine kingdom's barrier shone brightly, guarding it with all its might, clearly indicating that it dared not show itself again.

A brief stalemate ensued between the two sides.

Within the battlefield, the projection of the Flame Saint as a giant of fire slowly receded, solidifying into the image of a young man wearing a crimson robe with a seven-colored fire lotus between his brows.

He stood on the void, his gaze sharp as he coldly swept across the endless, dark depths of the universe beyond the Blood Kun World.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of dimensional barriers, landing on the other mythical worlds that also inhabited this star field, each occupying its own territory—

The world of the Sea Spirits, inhabited by ancient sea spirits who control the tides and the deepest cold; the world of Crystal Clusters, constructed by crystalline life forms and refracting countless rays of light; and the world of the Insect Hive, dominated by the will of the swarm, endlessly devouring and evolving—

Every world has at least one emperor-level ruler.

"snort!"

Yan Sheng let out a cold snort, like muffled thunder rolling across the starry sea, carrying the scorching heat that could burn the eight wastelands and an undeniable domineering aura: "Today, Xue Kun disregarded his status and committed this despicable ambush, he deserves to suffer this severe injury. You bystanders, listen up!"

His voice, amplified by the vast laws of fire, transformed into invisible ripples that pierced the barriers of the world, echoing with unparalleled clarity deep within the consciousness of those rulers of mythical worlds: "In this star field, though myriad races vie for supremacy, there are also rules of the world."

"Martial Saints and Emperors are not to be easily attacked unless it is a battle of life or death. This is an unspoken rule. Xue Kun has broken the rule today, and he must pay the price!"

"If any of you harbor treacherous intentions and dare to imitate this scoundrel, committing such a despicable act of slaughter against our human race's prodigies—"

Flames erupted around Yan Sheng, transforming into a blazing sea of ​​fire that covered tens of thousands of miles of space. Within the sea of ​​fire, the Vermilion Bird cried out, the Golden Crow spread its wings, and the true fire of the sun burned fiercely, scorching and distorting even the cold vacuum of the universe.

That terrifying power made even stars countless light-years away seem to dim for a moment!

"I wouldn't mind going there myself to see if your tortoise shells are harder, or if my Sacred Flame of the Burning Realm can burn everything to ashes and extinguish the flame of your civilization!"

A blatant threat!

Undisguised killing intent!

This is the confidence and majesty of a Martial Saint-level being!

At their level, the power of an individual can directly influence, or even determine, the rise and fall of a large civilization.

If not necessary and subject to checks and balances, destroying a world or wiping out a race is not something they cannot do.

The Flame Saint's warning echoed through the sea of ​​stars.

In the deepest part of the Abyss World, the Sea Spirit Emperor, whose body was formed from billions of years of mysterious ice and the essence of the deep sea, slowly closed his huge eyes, which were like those of a sapphire planet. The icy tides that surrounded him subsided slightly, returning to a deeper silence.

At the core of the crystal cluster world, where countless facets refract cosmic light and consciousness forms a precise network, the brilliance of all facets dimmed for a moment, as if to indicate "knowing".

Deep within the boundless fleshy carpet of the Zerg hive world, the Zerg hive will, which governs the will of billions of Zerg swarms and constantly emits greedy hisses, also fell into an eerie silence for a moment. The scarlet light in its countless compound eyes flickered slightly before finally settling into a recalculation of its survival and evolutionary instincts.

Neither side has spoken out in rebuttal or provocation at this moment.

The power of Yan Sheng alone, coupled with the overwhelming momentum of Xue Kun's defeat and the appearance of several human martial saints today, actually silenced all the powerful alien races of sufficient stature in this vast star field!

Immediately afterwards, the ethereal and carefree aura of the Wind Saint spread slightly, while the chilling aura of the Water Saint, capable of freezing all things, traced a cold path in the void, faintly intertwining with the blazing fire intent of the Flame Saint.

Although they did not speak again, the invisible pressure emanating from the three Martial Saints standing side by side was like three majestic, vast, and unshakable Buzhou Divine Mountains supporting the sky of the human race!

With Earth at its core and the seven extraterrestrial colonies as its fulcrums, the vast star field radiating outwards fell into an unprecedented silence at this moment.

That was the silence of the underlying rules being temporarily subdued by the will of the supreme being.

It is the silence of all races in the face of absolute power, maintaining awe and observation.

The endless stars, the cold vacuum, and even the flowing time seemed to slow their pace into silence under the majesty of a Martial Saint-level being.

Li Xijun, being at the heart of this silent storm, felt it most deeply.

Previously, he had ascended to the top of the Earthly Ranking, slain a Grandmaster with his sword, broken through to the Seventh Rank Vajra, mastered the Sword Intent of Time, and possessed a lifespan of thirty thousand years.

His many brilliant achievements made him feel that he was standing at the top of the mountain among his peers and even his predecessors, looking down on all living beings. Inevitably, a faint sense of pride and composure, as if he were an invincible genius and had a promising future, arose in his heart.

But now, after witnessing it firsthand, experiencing it firsthand, and feeling it personally—

With a single word, Yan Sheng drove back all the alien races of the heavens, and his fiery sea of ​​flames intimidated the starry sky.

The Wind Saint and the Flame Saint joined forces and severely injured the Blood Kun with a single blow, forcing it to flee in a sorry state.

The Holy Light and the Holy Thunder, separated by the vast sea of ​​stars, sealed off the divine kingdom, forcing the God King to remain hidden.

Enraged, the Water Saint froze a thousand-mile-long abyss, and the fluctuations of the laws of nature froze space and time.

This is the true weight of a Martial Saint!

A single word can govern the universe; a single thought can determine the fate of civilization!

It can destroy stars with a single move, and in stillness it can awe all races!

They themselves are the laws of walking, the natural disasters of living, the cornerstone and the sword of civilization!

What are my previous achievements compared to this true power?

How can one withstand a single blow from a Blood Kun and survive?

That was merely due to the profound nature of the "Indestructible Vajra Body," not to equal strength.

"Below the Martial Saint, all are but ants—"

In Li Xijun's heart, this realization had never been so clear, so cold, yet so undeniably real: "It's just that I, this ant, am a little harder and more resilient than other ants."

But this is far from enough!

Simply surviving a blow is not true strength; true strength lies in having the power to engage in equal dialogue with a martial saint, or even to retaliate.

To truly stand at the pinnacle in this vast and cruel sea of ​​stars —

Only by becoming a Martial Saint!

This thought was deeply imprinted in Li Xijun's soul, replacing all his previous complacency and ease, and transforming into a purer, more determined, and even slightly fervent and urgent desire to pursue the Dao.

"By taking advantage of this opportunity of breaking down and rebuilding, I will break through the Vajra Nine Revolutions in one fell swoop, and then—with all my might, comprehend the laws and knock on the door of the Martial Saint!"

Li Xijun's eyes were burning, and the life force and Vajra True Meaning within his body, which were boiling from resisting the damage of the laws, seemed to be echoing his determination at this moment.