The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1329 - 583: Past_3

He slowly walked over.

"What's he going to do?"

"It seems... planning to leave the Holy Road?"

The Semi-Saints couldn't believe it, yet it seemed inevitable.

A Semi-Saint hesitated; allowing [Yesteryear] to leave, does it mean they passed, or not?

Seeming to notice some planning to act, [Yesteryear] dropped a line: "Stay put, or I'll slaughter you."

He didn't even regard the three thousand Semi-Saints.

[Yesteryear] walked to the edge of chaos. As long as he stepped into chaos, he would be outside the Holy Road, entering the contemporary great universe.

With [Yesteryear]'s power, chaos naturally couldn't stop him. He could even already harness chaotic forces for his own use.

"Halt." The Saint responsible for maintaining the Holy Temple's order appeared.

Before he spoke, the Semi-Saints noticed nothing; he just suddenly appeared without any prelude.

Upon seeing him, it was like seeing the center of the entire universe, the origin of all extraordinary beginnings, the source of all Spiritual Energy, the root of all brilliance.

He was the origin and endpoint of the myth.

This is a Saint.

[Yesteryear] didn't turn his head, seemingly overlooking the present world across chaos.

"Beast, we've discussed the Dao for three hundred million years, a brief time, but haven't you learned a bit more about me? Do you think you can stop me?"

"As long as I'm here, I can stop you."

"Is it the 'Victor's' arrangement, or the will of the Great Dao? Forget it, there's no difference between the two. Come, after forty-seven epochs and nine trillion years, let me see if your strength has improved."

Everyone was shocked.

[Yesteryear], at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, wanted to confront [Saint·Beast]?

The first reaction of the three thousand Semi-Saints was that it was impossible. [Yesteryear] was just at the peak of Semi-Saint; let alone a confrontation, [Saint·Beast] could kill him with a single glance.

Replaying the past wouldn't work either.

A Saint transcends time and space, unique to the universe. To be erased by a Saint is to disappear from all time and space—past, present, future, parallel realities, all existence would be obliterated.

But the three thousand Semi-Saints quickly realized that the [Yesteryear] before them, was not only [Saint of Yesteryear] but also [Saint·Black Hand], who might be able to pull it off.

[Saint·Beast] remained emotionless.

"I don't think you can defeat me," he said, "but since you've said it, I believe you, but that's just in terms of strength."

"If not strength, are you intending to discuss friendship with me?"

"Someone asked me to give you a message...."

The chaos light on [Yesteryear]'s head flickered.

The three thousand Semi-Saints were eager to eavesdrop. No matter what means they used, they still couldn't hear those words,

"Sigh." [Yesteryear] suddenly sighed deeply, "It's not the ending I wanted."

Did [Saint·Black Hand] lose? Is the 'Victor' someone else?

Li Changzhou's heart skipped a beat.

But he quickly discarded this thought. So what if the 'Victor' wasn't him? Should he just give up?

"Then let it end; I'm not interested in playing with these little guys." [Yesteryear] decided to leave.

Will separated, and his body transformed back into a chaos light shadow.

Li Changzhou suddenly had a thought; if even he wouldn't give up, would someone as arrogant as [Yesteryear] give up?

If the 'Victor' were someone else, [Yesteryear] should rebel, not retreat like this.

Of course, it might also be because [Yesteryear] stood on a higher ground, understanding more that the Great Dao is immutable, and the 'Victor' is invincible, hence choosing to give up.

Everyone guessed to this extent, but they couldn't confirm the final answer.

"Beast Saint sir," a young demon respectfully and admirably, eyes nearly fanatical, "Is it true you're the disciple of [Saint·Demon]?"

[Beast] and [Demon] indeed had some sort of relationship, this relationship was even ingrained in the Great Dao, manifested throughout the universe.

Beast Saint's tone was indifferent: "Back then, Master confronted Black Hand for twenty-three epochs. In the end, he yielded. After I became a Saint, I sought out Black Hand myself, only discussing the Dao with him for three hundred million years before I lost. I am not a qualified disciple."

Everyone was amazed. So, [Beast Saint] was really [Saint·Demon]'s disciple, and [Black Hand] was truly immensely powerful, having strategized to defeat the initial Five Saints.

In that case, was the matter of digging [Human Saint]'s grave also true?

Li Changzhou couldn't help but suspect that his Primordial Divine Body was the result of research.

But he quickly dismissed this; Black Hand's reincarnation only left the last bit of pure Origin, clean to the point where Li Changzhou didn't believe himself to be Black Hand.

The Primordial Divine Body was purely his [Instinct] in this life, his unique Talent.

"Beast Saint sir," spoke, "[Yesteryear] Saint has left; do we start this level over?"

"Just proceed directly." Beast Saint vanished.

The chaotic light shadows vanished, and the Holy Road from the seventh Holy Temple to the eighth Holy Temple became a smooth path.

Now there's a question: this level, is it a test of talent or a battle test?

Boom!

Someone made a head start!

Others swiftly acted, but immediately stopped, constrained by the vows of the Great Dao, this level was a test of talent where they couldn't attack each other.

So now, the test was—speed!