The Era of Quasi-Saints: The Great Trend Begins

Chapter 54 The Era of Quasi-Saints: The Great Trend Begins

Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones looked at the separated power of destiny within themselves, their faces showing both anger and a hint of rage.

With a wave of his hand, the departed Qi returned to his body.

Yuqing Yuanshi said coldly, "The Eastern King Duke has set his sights on our Pangu lineage. Does he really think he's something?"

The Three Pure Ones considered themselves to be the true descendants of Pangu, with an origin unmatched by anyone in the primordial world.

With Pangu as the background, the actions of the Eastern King Duke are akin to reversing the Heavenly Stems and disrupting the proper etiquette.

As the first saint in the primordial world, it was one thing for Hongjun to absorb the fortune from them.

How could the Three Pure Ones not be furious that even a nobody like Tom, Dick, or Harry dared to scheme against them!

The Taoist Taiqing said indifferently, "At this time, all the holy beings of the Primordial World are aiming to enter the Quasi-Saint realm. Nine out of ten are in seclusion and do not care about worldly affairs. This Dongwanggong is meticulous and wants to take advantage of this time to rise up. He is really good at scheming."

Shangqing Tongtian's sharp edge soared to the sky. "Second brother, there's no need to be so angry. There are people who are even more furious than us."

"Those two in Heaven are probably struggling to break through their current realms and turn the tide."

The Taoist Taiqing said, "It is of utmost importance to quickly attain Quasi-Saint status; one step down leads to another; the name of the true lineage of Pangu cannot be lost!"

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Heading towards the East China Sea.

Golden light shimmered in Yang Gui's eyes as streams of information appeared in his mind.

"I didn't expect this old rascal to be so willing to postpone it by three lectures."

This can be considered as achieving his original goal.

To Yang Gui's surprise, after returning to the Primordial World, these Primordial Saints all tacitly chose to remain silent upon learning of his name, the Dao Ancestor of Returning to the Mysterious Realm.

No one went to the outer chaos to report on it.

"Interesting, very interesting."

This prehistoric world was much more interesting than the prehistoric world he remembered.

He has muddied the waters of heaven, and since Hongjun has not yet attained enlightenment, even as a sage, he cannot deduce it in a short time.

The Eastern King Duke was eager to die, attempting to use the power of heaven and earth and the majesty of the sages to suppress the sacred beings of the primordial world and rise to power by stepping on them.

That's incredibly audacious.

Above the East Sea, all the immortals gathered.

A surge of fortune descended upon the Eastern King Duke from all directions.

"It's a pity that the Queen Mother of the West's Daoist temple was attacked, and I lost my spiritual treasures and had no heart to participate. Otherwise, with the balance of Yin and Yang and the surge of fortune, I would surely have been able to enter the Quasi-Saint realm!"

"So close, so very close!"

The Eastern King sighed inwardly.

The position of Saint in Zixiao Palace is difficult to attain; I never imagined that the Quasi-Saint realm would be so difficult to reach.

Having failed to break through to the Quasi-Saint realm, the Eastern King Duke turned his attention to the myriad immortals below.

"The immortals have been assembled; the tide has turned in our hands!"

"Besides, I have more than one path!"

The Myriad Immortals Formation, which was obtained by chance tens of thousands of years ago, can finally be revealed to the world today.

The primordial era is immeasurable, ten thousand years from now.

With the establishment of the Celestial Court, countless beings flocked to the East Sea.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race extensively recruited living beings into the Demon Race, and the name of the Dao Ancestor Guixuan spread throughout the primordial world.

And as time went by, these weak beings who cultivated the Taoist methods passed down by Yang Gui rapidly increased their strength at an alarming rate.

The Celestial Court and the Heavenly Court are locked in a fierce struggle.

Along with this, various magical treasures were unintentionally discovered.

In a short time, the conflict between the two sides intensified, even drawing the Wu tribe into the fray.

Some of the bolder demons, who already harbored grudges against the witch clan, took advantage of the chaos to attack the witch clan's treasure vault.

He was eventually killed casually by the high shaman of the witch clan, and the witch clan joined the battle.

The conflict among the three parties has become acute.

On that very day.

Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Palace.

The Taoist Taiqing had three flowers on his head, intertwined with golden light, and five kinds of energy in his chest soared straight to the sky.

Suddenly, a soft shout came from the mouth of the Taoist Taiqing, the Taoist voice resounding throughout Kunlun.

"cut!"

With a flash of golden light, a kind-faced old man with white hair and beard emerged from his body, atop the Xuanhuang Pagoda on his head, smiling broadly.

"This humble Taoist priest, Taishang, greets fellow Daoists!"

It's like a signal.

Yuqing Palace and Shangqing Palace.

A powerful aura emerged one after another.

Pangu's true lineage, one of the Three Pure Ones of the Primordial Era, has entered the Quasi-Saint realm!

This attracted countless holy and powerful beings from the primordial world, who looked on with envy and admiration.

Strive to cross! Strive to cross!

Strive for the grand destiny of heaven and earth! Strive for the primordial fortune!

Nuwa's beautiful eyes swept across Buzhou Mountain, while the two on Mount Sumeru sighed deeply.

Heavenly Court, Witch Clan, East Sea.

They all sensed the rising power of the three Quasi-Saints, appearing in the world.

boom!

Another five thousand years have passed.

Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, Dijun, Taiyi and other ancient deities successively broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

The era of Quasi-Saints in the Primordial World has fully arrived!

Over the East China Sea.

Yang Gui hovered in the void, silently observing Penglai Immortal Island.

As he sensed the emergence of quasi-saint auras, Yang Gui revealed an expectant expression.

"The Myriad Immortals Formation contains countless formations, their fortunes intertwined throughout heaven and earth."

"I never expected that the Eastern King Duke wasn't as incompetent as the legends suggested. He actually managed to glean another path from the teachings I passed down."

"Now that the two sides are fighting, the outcome becomes much more interesting."

"The great trend has begun!"

When Dongwanggong failed to break the mirror, he learned from countless young creatures that the Dao Ancestor Guixuan was spreading his teachings throughout the primordial world.

The thought of Gui Xuan's mysterious identity sitting alongside the Dao Ancestor within the Zixiao Palace is unbearable.

The Eastern King Duke then began to collect the teachings transmitted by Yang Gui.

He actually figured out another path, and although it was not perfect, it was now comparable to the Quasi-Saint realm.

As he expected, things turned out exactly as he predicted.

In less than five thousand years.

The war has begun!

When Heaven unleashes its murderous intent, all living beings tremble with fear.

Some saints who did not want to be involved in karma began to go into seclusion to avoid karma.

heaven.

Emperor Jun sat in his seat, and an aura of royalty filled the entire Heavenly Court.

Seeing the solemn expressions of the various demon saints and gods below, the Eastern King Duke declared, "He has gone too far in bullying our demon race, seizing our life force and attempting to wreak havoc on the primordial world. Heaven has decreed his demise!"

Donghuang Taiyi exuded an aura of dominance. "Elder brother, Penglai in the East Sea is the testing ground for our demon race. The demon race must destroy Penglai in order to gain prestige in the prehistoric world and completely subdue the demon race's power."

The two innate saints have broken through to the quasi-saint realm and have found their own path.

At that moment, they understood better than anyone what to do next.

"Your Majesty, the army is ready! We await Your Majesty's command to annihilate the Penglai Immortals in one fell swoop!"

The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court crossed the territory of the Witch Clan and headed straight for the East Sea.

Demon Master Kunpeng looked on with envy and said from the side.

As fellow guests of Zixiao Palace, he was a step behind the two before him.

Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, was filled with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Second brother, you will be in charge of the Heavenly Court to prevent the Witch Clan from launching a sneak attack."

"This expedition will begin at Penglai!"

Emperor Jun, a quasi-saint in the early stage, led 100,000 demons with murderous intent.

Conquering the East China Sea.

"The Eastern King has gone too far in bullying me! All demons, follow me and charge into the Eastern Sea!"

Di Jun's eyes were icy, and his voice was as chilling as the ice of the far north.

The sound descended from the heavens onto the primordial earth, reaching the ears of countless beings.

"This work is personally bestowed the title of the head of male immortals by a sage!"

"Di Jun! You seized my dojo and defied me! You deserve to die!"

The Eastern King Duke, accompanied by 100,000 scattered immortals, looked up at the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind.

The two powerful auras collided, and the innate spiritual energy roared in the void.

"You've also reached the Quasi-Saint realm?!"

Di Jun sat in the Nine Heavens, looking at the Eastern King Duke on the Penglai Immortal Path with some surprise and some uncertainty.

To reach the Quasi-Saint realm, one needs to clearly define one's own Dao.

In the interaction between heaven and earth, the primordial energy of the universe is stirred.

However, he had not sensed any Quasi-Saints in the East Sea before.

This Eastern King is truly well hidden!

The aura emanating from Dongwanggong was clearly that of a quasi-saint, yet it also felt somewhat different.

Furthermore, something seemed off about the 100,000 scattered immortals from various races behind him.

They all stared at Dong Wanggong with fanaticism, as if Dong Wanggong was the Dao in their eyes, and everything to them.

Such a strange scene not only made Di Jun feel something was wrong, but even the Demon Saint behind him looked solemn.

"Your Majesty, this wandering immortal from the East Sea is acting strangely!"

Crazy!

obsessed!

fanaticism!

These 100,000 wandering immortals were as if possessed, their eyes filled only with the image of the Eastern King Duke.

Before the two of them could figure out exactly what had happened, Dongwanggong had already taken action.

"The demon race has defied the sages and defied the laws of Heaven!"

"Form the formation! Slay the demon!!"

boom!

One hundred thousand scattered immortals moved in unison, forming large formations in perfect harmony.

Various wandering immortals, surrounded by celestial light, emanated mysterious auras from their bodies.

Numerous magical treasures shone brightly, serving as the array's core within the grand formation.

The Great Array of Ten Thousand Immortals contains countless immortal arrays.

The more immortals there are, the stronger the formation becomes.

Among the 100,000 scattered immortals, there are 1,000 Great Luo Immortals.

There are tens of thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

There are over 50,000 Golden Immortals, and the rest are Mystic Immortals.

Such a grand spectacle startled the ancient deities who were secretly observing the battle.

"This Eastern King Duke actually possesses such methods?"

Qing Tongtian, standing atop Kunlun Mountain, gazed at the distant view, his heart filled with excitement.

He has always been passionate about the art of formations.

Having witnessed the profound mystery of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation today, I am even more eager to use my divine eye to decipher its secrets.

Above the East Sea, the sky is obscured and endless spiritual energy gathers.

"The Eastern King is utterly incompetent and immoral, wreaking havoc throughout the land!"

"Demon race, war!"

Seeing this, Di Jun stopped caring about anything else.

Now that things have come to this, for the sake of his ambition, he must first seize the moral high ground!

Moreover, the Eastern King Duke had already made preparations for this battle, and it was clear that he was ready to attack the Heavenly Court. This battle could only end when one side was defeated!

Countless demons were stirred by the sound, their demonic aura soaring into the sky.

The battle has begun!

Bloodshed erupted everywhere, and the world seemed to freeze.

The ten demon saints, each with their own subordinates, charged into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Emperor Jun held the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands, and the Daoist aura permeated the air. Mountains, seas, and lakes appeared, and the terrain of the East Sea instantly changed.

Between the strong, there's no need for many words; a battle suffices!

"Di Jun, die!"

The Eastern King roared, his aura breaking through the solidified space.

The dragon-headed crutch in his hand transformed into a purple-gold divine dragon, roaring forth.

The true fire of the sun burst forth from Di Jun's body, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden crow that faced the purple-gold divine dragon.

The first battle between quasi-saints took place in the primordial land.

The overwhelming momentum left some ancient deities breathless.

Di Jun exudes the aura of an emperor and remains calm in the face of adversity; Dong Wang Gong is shrouded in mystery, making him unpredictable.

The two sides' attack was earth-shattering.

In the blink of an eye, the golden crow and the divine dragon collided.

All the creatures of the East Sea only felt a flash before their eyes.

Looking into the void, golden blood trickled from the corners of the mouths of the two deities, Dongwanggong and Dijun, clearly indicating that they had both been injured.

"Both are at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, so in terms of realm, the two are evenly matched."

The Taoist Taiqing spoke softly from afar.

Yuqing Yuanshi frowned. "At our level, it's not about cultivation level anymore."

Those two in the distance, one defies reason and law, attempting to seize the supreme position; the other tramples on the sacred, wanting to unify the primordial world.

None of them were to be liked by the Primordial One.

While they were talking, Di Jun moved again.

The true fire of the sun flew out from his body, transforming into countless scorching arrows that could burn the sky and boil the sea, densely covering the sky and the earth, rushing towards the Eastern King Duke.

The True Fire of the Sun is his natal fire, a kind of innate supernatural power with extraordinary strength.

The Eastern King Duke floated above the East Sea, surrounded by thousands of arrows, and the heat wave swept across the sky.

He tossed a huge array diagram into the air, which echoed the Myriad Immortals Array below.

Yang Gui looked at the array diagram above the Eastern King Duke's head with a strange expression.

"The Myriad Immortals Formation Diagram?"

(End of this chapter)