Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Above the primary star of the Vast Galaxy, the Milky Way swirls upside down, and the air currents surge.

A figure stepped out from the heart of the planet.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena or deafening roars, no radiant celebrations of heaven and earth, yet the rules and rhythms of the entire starry sky quietly trembled, flowed, and submitted at this moment.

A supreme Daoist aura, as deep as the sea, as heavy as a mountain, and surpassing even Quasi-Saints, quietly emanated from Wang Sheng's body. It was gentle yet domineering, indifferent yet majestic, spreading out silently and enveloping the surrounding starry sea.

"How could he possibly become a saint!"

"He doesn't have the cosmic purple aura; only a few years have passed!"

"He's become a saint?"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons was deeply shaken. He kept asking himself questions, staring at Wang Sheng who had stepped out from the First Main Star, remaining silent for a long time.

even,

Overwhelmed with emotion, he subconsciously raised his hand and reached into the private space within his sleeve.

A wisp of clear, translucent light, containing the power of the universe's origin, floated quietly within. It was the cosmic purple energy that the Azure Profound Emperor had promised to reward those who guarded the Floating Splendor Star System. It was intact, without the slightest disturbance, and had not been taken away or refined by Wang Sheng.

"Wang Sheng, he's become a saint?"

Xu Changqing, a descendant of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, holds a transcendent position, second only to the Emperor's son.

At this moment, his gaze was complicated as he looked at Wang Sheng's imposing figure, a hint of jealousy creeping into his heart.

He was exceptionally talented and a key figure cultivated by the imperial clan. Even with a vast amount of rare and precious materials and a complete inheritance of cultivation techniques, he remained extremely cautious about attempting to reach the Saint realm.

He knew that the barrier to the Holy Realm was as solid as an insurmountable chasm. Not only did it require years of accumulated cultivation and understanding of the laws, but it also required waiting for the right opportunity and making thorough preparations. Even if everything was ready, whether he could successfully break through was still unknown.

To this end, he had already made a long-term plan, intending to spend hundreds of thousands of years slowly honing his foundation and steadily moving closer to the Holy Realm.

But Wang Sheng,

This newcomer,

Thousands of years ago, he was just an insignificant figure from a remote little world, a minor character at various banquets of the imperial clan, and yet he has become a saint!

While feeling jealous, Xu Changqing also felt a pang of bitterness.

Xu Changqing didn't think much of it when Wang Sheng was granted the title of imperial prince from a different clan.

But once you become a saint, things really change.

This is not a simple improvement in cultivation level, but a complete leap in the level of life.

Quasi-Saints are still within the realm of mortal beings, while Saints have already touched the core of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, their lifespan has increased dramatically, their combat power has transformed, and they stand at the pinnacle of all the heavens and myriad realms.

From this day forward, the two will be worlds apart, and can no longer be compared.

"Fellow Daoists, I am the World Honored One, also known as the Sage of Zen. Greetings!"

Wang Sheng smiled, cupped his hands in greeting to the assembled sages, and nodded in acknowledgment.

With a single chant of "Zen Saint," the new title of Saint was established, announcing the birth of a new birthday to all the heavens!

The starry sky fell silent for a moment, then countless respectful voices returned the greeting, layer upon layer, and suddenly resounded!

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zen Master!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, the withered old man who had been ordered to protect Wang Sheng, and other imperial saints, the ancestors of various races on the First Main Star, the Holy Lord Shangguan and other saints, as well as saints from other super forces, mostly bowed and returned the greeting.

The saints had different feelings; some were amazed by the heaven-defying opportunity, while others secretly speculated about the hidden reasons behind it, but none of them dared to show their unusual thoughts in public.

Saints are of noble status; once they attain enlightenment, they become beings respected throughout the entire star field.

now,

Among the imperial army, the Qi family members, as well as those experts who had fought with Wang Sheng at Ruyi Mountain, looked up at Wang Sheng conversing with many sages, and all sighed with emotion.

Among the crowd were several powerful figures who had once married the Empress together. They looked at each other with envy in their eyes.

Looking back, many people were at the Yang God Realm thousands of years ago, and they are still at the Yang God Realm today.

No one expected that,

So many prodigies back then,

To the end,

Wang Sheng was actually the first to achieve sainthood.

Especially at this critical moment in the war of civilizations, becoming a saint means a significant increase in the chances of survival.

"May I ask you, Fellow Daoist Zen Sage, where does the purple aura of the universe come from?"

The gaunt old man, instructed by the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, braced himself and asked the question.

This is a question that shouldn't be asked in general; it involves the privacy of a sage and is very impolite.

But the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons' plan was thwarted, and he could no longer care about that.

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng burst into laughter, his smile open and honest, his tone tinged with relief and joy.

"Haha, this was all due to a stroke of luck."

"That day, as I set off to return to the Floating Star System, I happened to encounter a wisp of newly formed cosmic purple energy descending from nowhere in the deep space of the universe. Such a primordial phenomenon, with its radiant glow filling the sky and flowing Daoist charm, was truly astonishing. It was by chance that I managed to subdue and refine it, which enabled me to break through smoothly."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!"

The gaunt old man nodded repeatedly.

"Fellow Daoist, you have truly great fortune!"

"Fellow Daoist Zen Sage, you are truly blessed; it is truly enviable!"

The other sages couldn't figure out the truth either, so they simply offered their congratulations.

If what Wang Sheng said is true, encountering a wisp of cosmic purple energy in the vast universe is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.

Something that is virtually impossible to find.

But Wang Sheng has now refined that needle, which means he has truly found it!

"Alright, there's no time to celebrate for you, fellow cultivator!"

After offering his congratulations, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons composed himself, his expression suddenly darkening, and his aura becoming sharp and fierce, interrupting the pleasantries in the room.

With a major battle imminent, there is no time for idle chatter.

His gaze swept across the star system, where the angelic legions of the Holy Light civilization were already arrayed, their holy light piercing the galaxy and their chilling aura overwhelming.

"Now that a formidable enemy is at hand and time is of the essence, Fellow Daoist Zen Sage, are you willing to join us in turning the tide?"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons looked at Wang Sheng with a solemn and dignified expression.

"That is indeed my wish! I dare not ask you!"

Wang Sheng immediately regained his serious expression and nodded solemnly.

"good!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons shouted.

He looked at the angelic army opposite him, which was already poised to attack, and said in a deep voice.

Where is Xu Changqing?

Xu Changqing, who was feeling envious and jealous of Wang Sheng, was taken aback when he heard the words of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons.

immediately,

Before the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons could speak, his heart sank.

really,

As soon as the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons spoke...

"Xu Changqing! In the name of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, I hereby appoint you as the vanguard general of the entire army! Command the vanguard army and immediately go into battle, charge and break through the enemy, without fail!"

Once Wang Sheng becomes a saint, he can no longer take action on the battlefield of quasi-saints and Yang Shen realm beings below the saint level.

Then we need to find someone else to be the vanguard.

But time is of the essence now.

The position of the vanguard general is a position of great responsibility, facing the enemy's fiercest offensive directly, with an extremely high risk of casualties, and is not one that ordinary people can handle.

The candidate must not only possess profound knowledge and formidable combat strength, but also have the talent of a commander, sufficient prestige, and a sense of responsibility.

Given the urgent military situation, and in the midst of this haste, Xu Changqing is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate among all the troops.

As a top expert of the imperial clan, with a peak Quasi-Saint cultivation level, he commanded a well-trained army and enjoyed sufficient prestige.

The only saving grace is that he is not a registered imperial prince, and the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons has the right to directly command him.

"groove!"

Xu Changqing cursed inwardly, extremely unwilling, yet dared not disobey in the slightest.

Military law is as firm as a mountain; disobeying orders in public is a serious crime, punishable by light punishment or even stripping one of their status and cultivation.

He forcibly suppressed the gloom on his face, adopting a resolute and dignified demeanor, and stood in the midst of the army formation, loudly bowing and accepting the order, "This subordinate obeys!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Changqing moved, transforming into a streak of light and flying to the forefront of the army.

He flipped over and sat on the back of a magnificent black jade unicorn. The unicorn was as black as ink, its scales shimmering with light, and when its four hooves touched the air, there was a faint vibration of laws. It was an ancient and extraordinary species with extraordinary combat power.

He was clad in a full set of top-tier quasi-saint battle armor, the armor gleaming coldly and possessing astonishing defensive power. In his hand, he gripped a divine spear over ten feet long, its tip emitting a sharp, menacing light.

His gaze swept across the Tiankang Galaxy in the middle, landing on the densely packed army of angels on the opposite bank. A fierce glint flashed in Xu Changqing's eyes. He raised his hand, brandishing his spear, and roared angrily.

"All troops, listen to my command! Charge! Kill!"

"kill--!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of vanguard troops roared in unison, their voices converging and shaking the starry sky.

This vanguard team is composed of elites selected by the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, with the lowest cultivation level being True Monarch.

There are many powerful beings with Dharma forms and Yin spirits.

Yang Shen Xianjun can be considered a key figure.

The leader of each 10,000-strong team is a quasi-saint level expert.

The army moved like thunder, transforming into a boundless torrent, surging towards the Tiankang star system, the center of the standoff between the two sides.

There is a galaxy between the two sides.

This star system, called Tiankang, is the battlefield for both sides' Saints and those below that level.

On the opposite side of the galaxy, terrifying figures stood at the edge of the starry sky; they were powerful eighth-order main gods.

Each of the main gods released endless light, completely illuminating that eternally silent and dark starry sky.

Beneath these supreme gods lay a dense, endless army of angels.

At this moment, the angel legions of the Holy Light Civilization were also completely ignited with fighting spirit.

Billions of holy yet murderous rays of light rose, layers upon layers of wings obscuring the stars, and countless angels cried out in unison, their voices fervent and devout.

"For the Holy Light!"

Rumble...

The deafening shouts collided, and the two massive military forces poured out like a torrent, rushing towards the Tiankang star system in the middle.

Boom boom boom...

Dozens of quasi-saints led hundreds of thousands of troops in a fierce battle against hundreds of top angel kings and a million-strong angel army.

The Qingxuan Imperial Clan's army at the grassroots level is far outnumbered by the Holy Light Civilization. For a single clan to fight against an entire civilization is simply too much of a stretch.

The Tiankang Galaxy instantly became a meat grinder, with rivers of blood flowing.

Cultivators at the True Monarch realm are like candles flickering in the wind on the battlefield; often, a single collision or a ripple from the aftershock can cause hundreds or even thousands of people to perish instantly.

In a short moment, tens of thousands of True Monarch powerhouses were killed in the starry sky, their blood spreading throughout the universe and turning the originally clear star field into a dazzling dark red.

Planets were shattered into pieces by the bombardment of the great supernatural powers, their surfaces collapsed, mountains were overturned, and planets were reduced to ruins.

The battles between quasi-saint level experts are even more terrifying. Every time they clash with all their might, it can cause space to collapse and stars to shake.

Blood stained the starry sky, and the battle reduced too many planets to ruins.

The quasi-saint's roar shook down wave after wave of great suns.

Furthermore, countless great supernatural powers caused the starry sky to tremble, the sun to lose its brilliance, and the moon to shatter.

This is a catastrophe for the Tiankang Galaxy.

Xu Changqing took the lead, positioned at the very heart of the battlefield. He wielded a long spear, his armor stained with blood, and engaged in a fierce battle with several top-tier angel kings.

The spear shadows crisscrossed, each strike carrying the terrifying power of a quasi-saint at the peak. The warriors fought until their eyes were bloodshot, appearing as if they were insane.

He was filled with resentment. He, who should have been strategizing from the rear, was now forced to take Wang Sheng's place and fight to the death in this bloody grinder.

But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight on, daring not to slack off in the slightest.

Above the starry sky,

Wang Sheng, the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, the saints from all sides, and the main gods of the enemy all sat high in the air, like chess players who were detached from the situation, with indifferent and cold expressions, quietly looking down at the extremely fierce battle of billions in the star system below.

They neither acted nor intervened; they merely watched indifferently, assessing the situation as if observing a battle between ants.

The flames of war spread throughout the Tiankang star system, affecting countless native creatures.

Within the galaxy, countless indigenous races and local cultivators witnessed the destruction of their homes in the extraterrestrial war. Unwilling to accept the annihilation of their homes, they rose up in resistance.

The powerful natives of each planet led their people and subordinates in an attempt to resist the extraterrestrial invasion and protect their homeland.

However, in the face of the top-level combat power of the two great civilizations, all resistance is futile and overestimating one's own strength!

On a habitable main star, the planet's strongest Dharma Aspect Realm Star Lord, filled with grief and indignation, led hundreds of True Monarch cultivators and countless lower-level cultivators out of the secret realm, intending to stop the war and protect their home.

But as soon as they were born, before they even had time to activate their supernatural powers, they were casually wiped out by a Yin God Immortal Lord watching from high above!

His soul shattered instantly, and his body exploded with a deafening roar!

Hundreds of True Monarchs and one Dharma Aspect powerhouse perished in an instant, turning into ashes without even causing a ripple.

There were also some powerful indigenous people at the Yin and Yang god levels who mustered up their courage to fight, but the outcome was the same.

Sometimes, a single glance from a powerful warrior during a battle can instantly shatter one's soul and cause one's physical body to disintegrate.

All the indigenous people who dared to resist perished; not one escaped.

The once vibrant Tiankang star system has been completely transformed into a hellish wasteland.

Wang Sheng stood in the Qingxuan Saint's camp, his gaze calmly sweeping over the blood-soaked battlefield below, his face expressionless and indifferent.

If he had been content with the status quo back then, clinging to the small world he was born into, living a secluded life as a regional emperor, and coveting temporary power and stability...

The fate of these natives in the Tiankang star system today is his ultimate end.

If he hadn't broken through the shackles and remained at the Quasi-Saint realm, then he would be the one fighting bloody battles in the star system right now, being observed and commented on as a pawn by the saints and gods above.

Like a monkey, being watched, having one's fate arranged, and being manipulated by others.

however,

No if.

He became a saint!

Therefore, he can step out of the chessboard and become the player!

Therefore, Xu Changqing, who did not become a saint, became his substitute!