The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1313 578: Yangyang, Xiaogu, Along, Madam

The images of the Holy City outwardly always revolve around one theme—sanctification, so when Yang Qinglan dashed out from the stone carving, the camera followed.

Beings from all domains of the universe saw her, alongside the Heavenly Book and Heavenly Wisdom, rushing towards the main hall and ultimately achieving sanctification.

Yang Tianlu laughed wildly, jumping up and down like a monkey among the palaces of the Heavenly Court.

Finally, he rushed to the Lingxiao Palace, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"I've made up my mind, I want to become a player, I want to follow my parents' path!"

Yafeiluna, always watching him and worried that he might be captured as a hostage, hastily said, "Don't be impulsive, wait for His Majesty and the Heavenly Empress to return before you decide."

"Even if you want to become a player, it should be after becoming an Immortal." Li Yuyin stepped in.

She had come of age, dressed in white, with flowing black hair, a serene demeanor, and a strikingly beautiful appearance, inheriting both the looks of Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan, with a slight resemblance to the former Guanyin.

At this moment, she wore a smile.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was her mother who achieved sanctification, naturally, she should be happier—actually, she did not need to pretend, she genuinely was.

Yang Tianlu calmed down, as the grim scenes of players during Human Crossing Tribulation are staple educational material in every school of the academy cities; according to a teacher who previously served as an instructor, its status rivals the old era's "Crossing the Amazon" during military training.

Yang Tianlu didn't get the old folks' humor, but he knew the intensity of the grim scenes.

"Forget it." His newly ignited enthusiasm extinguished again, "I'm destined to become a Saint, why strive hard? Youth is fleeting, I want to live in the moment, cultivation? Let's talk a million years later."

"Indeed, youth is more important than cultivation." Yafeiluna strongly agreed.

Li Yuyin couldn't say much either.

For someone like Yang Tianlu, a Saint offspring—with Primordial Divine Body—it's perfectly fine to fully enjoy the singular fleeting youth.

In contrast, cultivation isn't as significant.

"Aunt Yafeiluna, please order, let the Six Great Stars and the thirty-six worlds have a month-long celebration, tax-free for a year!" Yang Tianlu said.

"Already ordered." Yafeiluna nodded.

"I'm going to find my new girlfriend to celebrate!"

Watching Yang Tianlu eagerly leave, Li Yuyin couldn't help but sigh softly; indeed, his identity is both a strength and a downfall.

Yang Tianlu, due to his extraordinary status, has exclusive talents and infinite resources, but also due to his status, no one dares to discipline him, forming many bad habits.

Being lecherous and fickle isn't a flaw for his status; lacking persistence and ambition, while indulging in pleasures, is.

She refocused on the scene again.

Holding various Heavenly Wills, strong contenders fight ferociously, employing all means, such spectacles are unparalleled even throughout creation, no cultivator would miss it.

In the fourth Holy Temple, after venting, the Heavenly Book and Heavenly Wisdom silently stood still.

They wished to proceed ahead, but heading towards the fifth Holy Temple was impossible; neither Sub-Saint Side Hall had entrants, no roads would open.

Soon, people gradually broke in.

Those at the forefront either had great talents, solid strength, great fortune, or all three, naturally none would enter the Sub-Saint Side Hall, all chose to wait within the Holy Temple.

"The King of Black Fog apparently intends to occupy four Saint Positions." The Heavenly Eye said heavily.

A single eye, with its internal pupil still depicting the Holy Technique of various saints, the stone carving completely imprinted within.

The Heavenly Book flipped pages, similarly comprehending the Holy Technique, she coldly said, "First time once, second time can be twice, third time can't be; don't know if, seeing his wife die before him, he'll use 'Fake Victory'."

"Keep an eye on that woman called Turquoise Pool." Heavenly Wisdom grunted harshly.

Others stayed silent, their minds racing.

Within the Holy Hall, Heavenly Wills roared, gathered ninefold, like several 'Heavens' discussing, deciding upon the workings of heaven and earth, determining the fate of all beings.

Li Changzhou and Turquoise Pool took quite some time to fight out, evidently 'without great fortune' individuals.

Both were drenched in blood.

Turquoise Pool was alright, red mechanical armor bearing sole-level defense, covering her entirely, while Li Changzhou's hair was entangled with blood.

A glance at the scene, his mood instantly brightened.

"Hahaha, you two, I concede!" he laughingly said to the Heavenly Book and Heavenly Wisdom.

Neither the Heavenly Book nor the Heavenly Wisdom glanced at him, focusing solely on Turquoise Pool.

Turquoise Pool was pleased too, smilingly said, "Look not at me, we all have two saints, do you think I'd still go all out? As long as I live, there's plenty of time to cultivate."

The Heavenly Book said, "I believe you're sincere, but weakening your presence intentionally, prepping for later temple breakthroughs, is also the truth."

Turquoise Pool remained silent, just smiled a bit.

Indeed, she didn't plan to risk life but won't relinquish if chances arise.

Li Changzhou felt great, greeted every strong contender familiarly.

"Yangyang, you're unfair, deliberately drew me into an alliance, ambushed me five times!"

In the midst of hazy radiance stood the Undying Sun, eternal aura permeating, unafraid of eternal silence, nor death, nor all extinction.

His Primordial Spirit was like a blazing sun, yet expressionless: "You ambushed me twelve times."

"Then you're stronger than me, surviving all that!" Li Changzhou wore admiration.

"You are stronger, faced twelve crises, I only faced five." The Undying Sun would never admit to being superior.

Admitting strength here? No need.

"Then Yangyang, be cautious, with twelve chances, a single misstep, with so many acting, you likely can't endure."

"..." The radiance around the Undying Sun thickened, unwilling to converse further.

"Always Invincible!" Li Changzhou glanced at the corner where Always Invincible hugged a sword, "Congratulations in advance, not far from the seventh palace."