, The Sage Protects the Dao and Shakes the Big Dipper, The Reckoning Begins!

Chapter 65, The Sage Protects the Dao and Shakes the Big Dipper, The Reckoning Begins!

Northern part of the Eastern Wilderness.

An unnamed commercial town lies quietly on the plain where two official roads intersect.

The town is small, with only about a hundred households.

In the center of town stands a three-story wooden building with a sign that reads "Shunfeng Trading Company," which is the most impressive building in this remote and impoverished area.

The shopkeeper's surname was Fang. He was short and stocky, and he always smiled at people. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked honest and simple.

The old people in the town all say that Manager Fang is a very kind person. He would give rice and oil to the elderly living alone in the town during festivals.

No one knew that deep within the underground chamber of this trading company lay piles of blood-stained spirit stones and tokens engraved with the character "prison".

At noon that day, Manager Fang was fiddling with an abacus at the counter.

Suddenly his fingers stopped.

The abacus beads froze in mid-air, as if held down by an invisible hand.

He raised his head.

Then his smile froze on his face.

A hand appeared in the sky.

It was a giant hand formed from milky-white holy light, blotting out the sky and sweeping away the clouds within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Before the palm strike landed, the power arrived first.

All living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles simultaneously prostrated themselves on the ground, unable even to raise their heads.

Shopkeeper Fang's face turned ashen in an instant.

He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out.

The palm fell.

The three-story wooden building of Shunfeng Trading Company was reduced to dust.

The ground collapsed, leaving a bottomless palm print.

The three first-level Ascension Realm assassins and more than ten Dragon Transformation Realm assassins in the underground chamber didn't even have a chance to react before being annihilated by that single palm strike.

On the white jade ground next to the palm print, there was a token the size of a palm.

The token has the character "瑶" engraved on the front.

Imperial Decree of Yaochi.

Nanling, on the edge of the demon race's territory.

Deep within an ancient demon tomb that has been abandoned for countless years.

The Hell Organization's eleventh stronghold is hidden in an underground palace three hundred feet below the tomb.

The four walls of the underground palace are covered with incomplete Saint-level formations. Although they have been neglected for many years, their remaining power is still enough to withstand a direct attack from a powerful Immortal Level 2 expert.

Inside the underground palace, a hunched, white-haired old man was flipping through account books under a dim bronze lamp.

Sendai Second Heaven, Great Power Realm.

He is the head of the Hell Organization in the Nanling area and has been lurking in this underground palace for more than two hundred years.

The white-haired old man suddenly closed the ledger.

He looked up, an expression of disbelief on his aged face.

Then the entire underground palace began to shake violently.

The Saint-level formation was activated instantly, and the Dao patterns on the four walls flowed wildly, radiating a dazzling red light.

But these red lights only lasted for a moment.

A muffled thud came from above.

It sounded like someone outside slapped the ground with their palm.

The Saint-level formations shattered simultaneously, dissipating into countless points of light.

The white-haired old man spat out a mouthful of blood essence, pouring his life's cultivation into a pitch-black short blade, attempting to tear through space and escape.

The spatial rift had barely opened half an inch before it closed up right before his eyes.

A slender, jade-like hand reached out from the void and gently pressed against his chest.

The last image was reflected in the white-haired old man's pupils.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a plain white palace stood amidst the shattered array of light spots, a bright red cinnabar mole between her brows.

Deep within the demon realm, several demon kings simultaneously opened their eyes.

Their divine senses swept across the direction of the ancient demon's tomb from afar, and then they all chose to withdraw them without prior agreement.

Three days later.

A message swept through the entire Beidou cultivation world like a storm.

It wasn't because Yaochi issued any announcement.

It was because someone had seen the ruins with their own eyes.

In the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness, the residents of that nameless town told everyone they met that a giant divine hand descended from the sky and wiped out Manager Fang's shady shop.

Someone went to the scene and saw the bottomless palm print, and the Jade Pool Holy Decree next to the palm print.

Several daring demon cultivators broke into the ancient demon tomb ruins in Nanling and found only fragments of arrays scattered on the ground and a headless corpse.

On the same day, deep within the Northern Plains Ice Canyon.

A secret training camp in hell that had existed for over a thousand years was uprooted, and all three hundred-plus assassins training there were killed without a single survivor.

On the oasis trade route on the edge of the Western Desert, a hellish transit station disguised as a temporary camp for a camel caravan was wiped out by a beam of divine light that descended from the sky, along with the sandstorms that never dissipated over the three thousand miles of trade route.

The Central Plains Heavenly Secrets Pavilion updated a new intelligence report overnight, and the very first sentence shocked everyone.

"A sage will be born in Yaochi to protect the holy son of Yaochi."

A list is attached below.

There are three strongholds in the Eastern Wilderness, five in the Southern Ridge, six in the Western Desert, three in the Northern Plains, and seven in the Central Plains.

Of the total of twenty-four registered locations, eighteen were shut down.

The remaining six locations appear to have received advance notice and have been abandoned.

Results of this battle: Thirty-seven assassins from the Sendai realm were killed, including a third-level Immortal Realm Dao-Slaying King and the black-clad elder who had previously intercepted Su Ye and was a second-level Immortal Realm Great Power.

The signatory is the Sage of Yaochi Yuheng.

The news caused an uproar throughout the entire Beidou cultivation community.

Yao Guang Holy Land.

The doors of the Holy Lord's Temple remained closed for a full day and night.

The disciples on duty outside the hall only heard a dull thud coming from inside, as if something had been smashed to pieces with a single blow.

The doors of the Holy Lord's Temple opened the next morning.

A politely worded announcement circulated throughout Yaoguang.

The announcement stated that, after a thorough internal investigation, it was discovered that a certain elder from a collateral branch at the Dragon Transformation Realm had "privately" attacked Su Ye before she entered Yaochi. This elder's actions were a serious violation of the Holy Land's rules and he has been executed according to the law.

The Yao Guang Holy Land claims that "the actions of individual elders are unrelated to the Holy Land."

On the same day, a flying boat loaded with gifts set off from Yaoguang and headed straight for Yaochi.

According to a rogue cultivator who passed by the flying boat, the boat was piled with spiritual herbs, divine materials, and resources.

The Ji family.

In the patriarch's hall, the core figures of Ji Haoyue's lineage gathered together.

An elder with white hair and beard spoke up, saying, "The fact that Yaochi has spared no effort in using its last reserves this time shows the significance of Su Ye."

Ji Haoyue nodded and said, "I fought him at the Yaochi Banquet."

"This person is unfathomable. Even with my full power as a Divine King, I was unable to force him to reveal all his trump cards."

"Now the Sage of Yaochi has been born to protect him—"

He paused.

"—This is no longer a contest of prodigies, but a contest for the path to the throne."

The elder remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "From this day forward, the Ji family and Yaochi will only be on friendly terms, not hostile ones."

The sage's essence from the sacred land of Yaochi has emerged.

Those with limited resources and short lifespans might act recklessly without hesitation, so it's best to befriend them.

The Jiang family.

Jiang Yifei stood with his hands behind his back atop the sacred mountain, gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Jiang Caixuan walked over carrying a pot of spiritual tea. Seeing a slight smile on his lips, she asked, "What are you laughing at, Brother Yifei?"

"Yaochi's statement this time is to truly push Su Ye to the center stage of the Imperial Road."

Jiang Yifei took the teacup, his gaze deep.

"A sage protects the Way—tsk tsk, there is no one else like him among the younger generation of Beidou."

Demon race.

The Peacock King sat upright in the Demon King's Palace, holding a jade slip that had just been delivered to him.

He was feeling both joy and sorrow at that moment.

To his delight, Pang Bo, who possessed the bloodline of a demon god, was taken in as his disciple.

What troubled him was that he hadn't expected Ye Fan, who was supposed to be a "bonus," to actually be an Ancient Sacred Body.

In the ancient times, the Sacred Body was the pinnacle of the constitution bestowed by heaven and earth, producing nine Great Sacred Bodies who withstood the turmoil of darkness.

In the ancient era, the Holy Body was abandoned by the heavens and became a useless body.

There was indeed a powerful force that secretly tried to cultivate a holy body, investing tens of millions of kilograms of source energy.

The final result was stuck at the fourth stage, all efforts were in vain, and all investment was lost.

Yan Ruyu stood beside him, dressed in a green robe, her features exquisite.

"The Sage of Yaochi was born, and within three days he traversed five regions, destroying eighteen strongholds in Hell."

The Peacock King handed the jade slip to Yan Ruyu, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Slayed one Immortal-level Dao King and thirty-six Great Powers of the Sendai Realm."

"Yaochi is sparing no expense this time—the Holy Son of Yaochi may truly be able to reach a distance beyond our imagination on the path to becoming an emperor in this lifetime."

After reading the jade slip, Yan Ruyu said softly, "Hell has announced that it has temporarily suspended all operations, and the remaining strongholds have been moved to deeper underground."

"The meaning of Yaochi's actions this time is very clear: it can even force Hell to bow down."

"Whoever touches Su Ye will be the next to go to hell."

Purple Mansion Sacred Land.

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion sat alone in his secluded meditation chamber.

He held a scroll of newly arrived intelligence in his hands, reading it once, then reading it again.

He put down the jade slip and let out a long sigh.

"With this child in Yaochi, the great destiny is already set."

In a corner of the secret room, a female disciple knelt respectfully, waiting.

"How is the Saintess doing?"

"Your Majesty, Senior Sister Zixia is still in seclusion. She has been attempting to break through to the Third Heaven of the Fourth Extreme for thirteen consecutive days and has not yet emerged from seclusion."

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion remained silent for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Tell her—there's no need to rush."

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Yaochi Sacred Land.

Beside the Fairy Pool.

The setting sun dyed the pond water into a shimmering gold.

The evening breeze rippled across the water.

The Sage Yuheng has returned.

Her pristine white dress was spotless, and the cinnabar birthmark between her brows gleamed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Despite having experienced a series of massacres spanning five regions, her aura became increasingly calm and serene.

The Queen Mother of the West, along with the elders of Yaochi, greeted them at the edge of the celestial pool.

"Welcome back in triumph, Master Yuheng."

Sage Yuheng shook his head slightly, and the light passed over the crowd, landing on Su Ye.

"My lifespan is running out."

Her voice was gentle, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

"For the next three hundred years, I will be your protector."

Su Ye stepped forward and solemnly performed a disciple's salute.

"I will forever remember the kindness of our ancestral master."

The Sage Yuheng smiled.

"No need for such formalities."

She walked slowly to the white jade railing by the Fairy Pool, gazing at the setting sun sinking into the mountains on the horizon.

"When I was young, I also longed for the Imperial Road."

"In those years, I also felt that I could defy the heavens and rise to the top in the difficult post-ancient era, only to later realize that becoming a sage was the end of my life —"

She turned around and looked at Su Ye.

Seeing you now is like seeing my unfulfilled dream from back then.

The Sage Yuheng paused, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"But you must remember—"

"The sages protect the Way, but they only protect against external calamities. The true path to becoming an emperor must be fought for step by step by yourself."

Su Ye nodded solemnly.

"Disciple understands."