The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1326 582: Human Tribulation (Part 3)

Corpse Bone Gene only presented an incomplete Holy Technique.

'That old bones, I believe he is hiding something; capable of evolving into a battle-body, an Emperor Body, I doubt he's missing only the [Past] Holy Technique.' Turquoise Pool gritted her teeth, transmitting voice to Li Changzhou, using the 'Black Mist' Skill.

The Favored Concubine can use any Skill of the 'King,' except 'Pseudo Victory.'

Li Changzhou remained silent, fully comprehending what he learned.

Using Heavenly Will, Tian Shi outlined on the Daoist Oath Paper, inspiring him to weave a Fate Diagram with Life Lines.

Receiving the voice transmission from Turquoise Pool, he slightly returned to his senses: 'He is gathering allies, persuading against mortal combat, with eyes only for the Saints on the Dam of Time, evident in his confidence; he deems anything beyond the Sacred Battle as negligible.'

'Could he have already discovered the relationship between [Saint·Black Hand] and you?'

'Perhaps, or perhaps not; no matter how strong the Black Hand is, without cleansing the soul, the Great Dao will not allow him into the Value game; I am myself, no one else.'

The power of Depriving Skill represents a bet against the Great Dao, a small victory.

[The Saint·Black Hand]'s Holy Fruit from one of his lives—[Emperor], created the "Emperor Seal," enabling, after innumerable attempts, a temporary assumption of the 'Victor' position, completing any affair unconditionally.

The attempt at 'Direct Victory' has surely failed.

Having shared secrets and Scattered Hand, all Heavenly Positions fell silent, focused solely on cultivation, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Given the signing of the Daoist Oath, there was no concern for surprise attacks.

All present had achieved Great Perfection in the Mother Womb Source Pool, possessing extraordinary Divine Sense, collectively entering seclusion for a year, equating to a thousand years of Divine Consciousness Time, before deciding to act.

"Short-term strength enhancement is already impossible."

"Merely half a year of seclusion, becoming a Semi-Saint... perhaps without contention, one may become a Saint on their own."

"Misguided, do not forget what you have undergone to get here, and being a Semi-Saint amounts to little compared to a Saint, like specks of sand on a Life Star compared to the entire universe."

Three thousand diverse Heavenly Positions, all advancing to Semi-Saint.

Three thousand Semi-Saints!

Such an ethereal scene, for a moment, a certain Semi-Saint murmured: "Three thousand Semi-Saints, enough for a Saint massacre, aren't they?"

But in the next instant, even he found himself laughable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's proceed." Corpse Bone Gene declared.

"Remember," the old ghost advised, "it is [Saint of Yesteryear]."

"Slay!" The three thousand Semi-Saints departed from the seventh Holy Temple, treading the Holy Road to the eighth Holy Temple.

On the Holy Road, Chaos Light began to transform, gradually forming a humanoid figure; the Semi-Saints wore solemn expressions, clutching their Supreme Heavenly Devices.

The humanoid light flickered, appearing like a mere shadow.

Some Semi-Saints felt trepidation: "So strange, I sense it's not simulation, nor replication, but a certain will is descending; the Chaos Light merely conforms to the will, crafting itself into a vessel suited for the will!"

The sensation was shared among the crowd.

"Could [Saint of Yesteryear] not have perished?" a Semi-Saint speculated.

The multitude of Semi-Saints felt a chill, if true, the descending will here could indeed be the genuine [Saint of Yesteryear]?

"Calming Heart." The Fairy held aloft a stone tower, "Do not forget who opened this path, nor who the examiner is?"

The group recalled the Saint encountered prior to entering the Holy Temple.

Even if met face to face, after viewing all Saint Stone Carvings, they remained clueless of the examiner's identity; however, whoever it was could handle any situation.

Even if the present presence indeed belonged to a Saint's will, the Saint could certainly suppress it!

Li Changzhou knew it was not the will of [Saint of Yesteryear], only that [Saint of Yesteryear]'s Holy Technique was too powerful, birthing an intention directly during Great Dao evolution.

In a sense, it was as though [Saint of Yesteryear] persisted in the world, which was not incorrect.

The light stabilized, a man in exceedingly ancient attire stood alone before the Semi-Saints.

His form was fully manifested, yet his face remained a blur of Chaos Light, occasionally morphing into a mass of Black Mist, never showing definitive features.

"Saints are indeed formidable; even the Holy Road cannot fully recreate them!" The gathered were awestruck.

Nonetheless, they also felt slight regret.

Should the Value game forcibly materialize, it would surely be the true visage of [Saint of Yesteryear].

By visualizing the Heavenly Position Divine Beast, one obtains immense Great Divine Power; how much more for a Saint? A clear vision of a Saint's complete form and earnest comprehension would yield top-tier Visualization.

Like mimicking Li Changzhou's breathing, achieving breathing skills so powerful they are terrifying.

Of course, such Visualization or breathing skills typically overwhelm ordinary beings, causing either cranial explosion or corporeal detonation.

"Let us charge together." The Demon Lord strode forth.

"Hold on!" The True Dragon protested, "Let me test the Transcendance Tribulation Stage Saint alone."

The Demon Lord fell silent.

Among the Semi-Saints, some sneered, some kept quiet, and some gave respect, none obstructed.

Who would oppose True Dragon willingly testing a Transcendance Tribulation Stage Saint's prowess?

True Dragon advanced, aware of his inevitable defeat, yet assured in his capabilities; throughout the year, his nurturing of the Holy Dragon progressed rapidly.

He released his power outright.

The Strengths of humans, Gods, Immortals, demons, ghosts, and the progenitor of discourse and initial Five Saints surged into his spine.

The Azure Dragon broke free half-way from within his body; supreme strength descended, beyond the Holy Road, the Void transformed into Chaos.

Subsequently, even Chaos was sundered by the punch's brilliance.

"Holy Dragon Fist!"

True Dragon unleashed a cataclysmic, all-out punch.

Facing this punch, [Saint of Yesteryear] took a step forward.

"Bang!"

True Dragon shattered, his spinal Azure Dragon flopped lifelessly on the Holy Road like a loach.

All Semi-Saints were stunned.

With one move, one of Three Thousand Semi-Saints' strongest, True Dragon, was left dying.

No, it was merely a step ahead.

[Saint of Yesteryear] began to step forward again.

"We cannot let True Dragon be killed!" The congregation awakened, collectively acted, unleashing terrifying Heavenly Will capable of upsetting the Great Dao's operation.

[Saint of Yesteryear] staggered, retreated, without delivering a fatal step.

"Ah!!" True Dragon reassembled, almost frenzied.

Indeed he lost; a parent of the Saint within Semi-Saint Domain, trodden underfoot!

"Little Dragon, calm down!" Little Demon roared, directly revealing her golden tiger's beast pattern, as Holy Demon strength descended.

Behind the Fairy, sat a poised Holy Immortal.

The Demon Lord and old ghost bore the presence of Holy Demon and Holy Ghost respectively.

Corpse Bone Gene even manifested a battle-body poised for a Sacred Battle, with White Bone Banner transfigured into a battle standard.

Everyone wore expressions of gravity!

"Interesting." [Saint of Yesteryear] surprisingly spoke.

Some Semi-Saints found themselves again doubting, could genuine [Saint of Yesteryear]'s intent really have descended?!

"'Victor' game... Holy Road to becoming Saint... Human Tribulation..." [Yesteryear] seemed to perceive the world deeply, penetrating every aspect of yesteryear, "you actually chose me as your opponent, how underestimated I was."

"However," [Yesteryear] sealed a Saint Seal, "I'm thankful to you all too."

A Transcendance Tribulation Stage Saint performing a sealing, how terrifying must that be?

Daring a Saint Tribulation crossing, attaining such a level, one must have been utmost prepared, and surely have the authority to speak forth Law.

True Dragon sensed endless cold dread.

"Slay!" The three thousand Semi-Saints roared, concentrating all their strength.

Heavenly Will surged boundless, cosmos wailing, shivering, then distorted.

Among Heavenly Light, [Yesteryear] completed the Saint Seal.

"My soul, my bones, return!"