The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1301 574: Divine Skills of a Thousand Kinds, Heavenly Will of a Myriad Forms

"...Someone has achieved sainthood!" The entire universe shook.

The most excited were the Six Great Stars of Earth, where people erupted in thunderous cheers, shaking the very planets.

Now, no matter who achieves sainthood, Earth civilization will remain safe. A single Saint is enough to protect and bring extreme prosperity to a civilization!

"Ah, a Saint," an old Heavenly Position trembled, "Surpassing Heavenly Positions, even the strongest of these cannot withstand a mere glance from a Saint. Such a divine being has finally reappeared."

There had been no Saints in the world for many years.

Thirty-two Saints stood upon the Dam of Time, while the rest became official players, unable to take action. Yet now, an unrestrained new Saint has been born.

The cosmic order is about to face a massive upheaval.

Earth civilization is sure to reach its zenith, and some civilizations will inevitably perish as a result.

Like the game of value, behind glory and transcendence lie endless corpses. The corpses still float along the starry Heavenly Road, and the Nine Great Holy Cities are once again stained with blood.

Within the First Holy Temple, the heroes remained silent.

The Crown Princess suddenly laughed, her voice clear and elegant.

Applauding, she said, "I admire you, willing to risk dropping your realm and facing the risk of falling to help your sister become a Saint. I wish I could be your sister."

Expressions varied among the crowd.

Some were angry, others admiring, and some were shocked, awed by Li Changzhou's character, means, and strength.

"Have you already realized your own Holy Technique?" the True Dragon had long been suspicious and took the opportunity to ask.

"No." Li Changzhou did not lie.

The fusion of Ultimate Divine Skills could be considered the embryonic form of a Holy Technique, but he was still far from it.

But to others, he was already on the path, especially since the fusion of two divine skills was so terrifying.

Otherwise, how could the twenty-one-fold combat power [Annihilation Divine Light] deceive them with a 'Pseudo Victory,' sending most combatants trembling?

The exceedingly powerful destructive aura was enough to shatter anyone.

Some old Heavenly Positions looked especially grim; how many years had Li Changzhou been cultivating? About twenty years, and he reached this point.

While they, for two hundred thousand or two million years, were still figuring out how to increase the number of times they could invoke Heavenly Will.

"King of Black Fog," the old lord of the Order Empire spoke, "you have already occupied a Saint Position. Can you hold your hand up now?"

"One shouldn't be greedy," the fallen sovereign of the Death Realm added.

Turquoise Pool laughed charmingly and seductively but commanded awe, she said to Li Changzhou, "These people are scared."

The Reincarnation Editor-in-Chief calmly said, "Who wouldn't be scared? There are forty-seven thousand eight hundred sixty-one peers here, and only eleven Saint Positions left."

They were not afraid of Li Changzhou; they feared not having a Saint Position.

"Do you want to unite and squeeze us out?" Turquoise Pool asked.

"It's not to squeeze out but to remind you to stop at a suitable point." A golden bull said gravely.

Everyone was watching the three of Li Changzhou, making it clear they were not allowed to participate in the fight for the remaining eleven Saint Positions.

"If you're not afraid of death, just try and stop us," Yang Qinglan said blandly.

In a green dress, with a slender figure and hair fluttering without wind, standing there, she elevated the blood-stained Holy Temple beyond its confines.

Turquoise Pool laughed, "Sacrificing oneself for others? I fear they aren't that noble."

People exchanged glances.

Some combatants indeed wanted to team up to eliminate the three of Li Changzhou, but as Turquoise Pool stated, they feared sacrificing themselves for the benefit of others.

Some secretly sized up Li Changzhou.

Besides answering the True Dragon's question, he remained silent, recovering from wounds. Even though sending Li Qianxia into the main hall was unexpected, he paid a great price.

The most serious was the drop in his realm.

He almost lost the ability to simultaneously perform two Ultimate Divine Skills.

"If it weren't for 'Pseudo Victory,' we would have killed him a thousand times!" someone muttered darkly, brimming with murderous intent.

The King of Black Fog was mighty, but what truly made them cautious was always the 'Pseudo Victory,' the true apocalypse level, uncertain whether even a Saint could withstand it.

"How about this—" The Crown Princess stepped forth, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Smiling, she maintained confidence and composure under the gaze of full hall strongmen, such poise was indeed captivating.

"—King of Black Fog, as long as you sign a contract, promising not to use 'Pseudo Victory' in the upcoming sainthood battle, we will let you continue..."

Turquoise Pool sneered slightly, a graceful appearance that added charisma rather than being vulgar.

"Then why not use 'Pseudo Victory' directly and kill you all here," she said.

"Can that be done?" The Crown Princess was unperturbed, "If it truly can be done, why not do it?"

Yang Qinglan smiled, somewhat helplessly, "A frog in the well."

"Oh? Please enlighten me." The Crown Princess's smile remained unchanged.

"'Pseudo Victory' can kill you all, even Saints upstream in the River of Time, but doing so makes becoming the 'victor' impossible, and my husband's target is not merely to be a Saint."

"The premise is that we stay alive." Li Changzhou stabilized his status, "If faced with a life-or-death crisis, don't mention killing you, I wouldn't hesitate even to destroy the world."

"Great Dao!" someone shouted to the heavens, "Too unfair, I request the banning of the King of Black Fog's 'Pseudo Victory'!"

"Indeed, Saints cannot act, so why can 'Pseudo Victory,' stronger than a Saint, be used!"

"Ban 'Pseudo Victory'!" The many strongmen spoke in unison.

The Great Dao aura roared, and the voice of the Saint, which had appeared once before, echoed in the Holy Temple.

"Gather 'Invincible,' 'No Taboos,' 'Unbeatable in Battle' to obtain 'Pseudo Victory,' any being is qualified for it. The incompetents should not bark madly." The Saint's tone was calm.

In the Holy Temple, those strongmen who initially demanded the ban on 'Pseudo Victory' had their expressions change repeatedly.

Although they were official Saints, they dared not retort, a natural instinct suppressed them, beings below Saints were incapable of developing resistance against Saints.