Yang Shentian was dead. He had died on the territory of the Great Sun Sacred Land itself.

A chilling killing intent filled the entire Sacred Land.

Suddenly, the space shattered like a mirror. An incomparably terrifying aura descended, forcing everyone present to feel an irresistible urge to submit.

"It's a Saint…"

A Saint from the Great Sun Sacred Land had personally taken action against a junior. Yang Shentian's death had driven the Sacred Land into madness.

Lu Xuewei felt her body on the verge of annihilation. The terrifying power was like divine punishment. No one could survive it.

"Husband, it seems we are destined to be a pair of ill-fated lovers," Lu Xuewei said. There was no fear of death on her face. She held Dongfang Yunxing's hand tightly, her eyes filled with relief as the destructive force descended.

"We won't die… We still have the vast rivers and mountains of this world to explore together," Dongfang Yunxing replied, shaking his head.

"Master… help me!"

A response echoed in his mind.

"Leave the rest… to your master."

Dongfang Yunxing closed his eyes, seemingly giving up all resistance.

The terrifying tribulation light engulfed both him and Lu Xuewei. The power of a Saint was truly horrifying.

"What a pity. Dongfang Yunxing defeated Yang Shentian in just two moves. Such a genius—if he hadn't offended the Great Sun Sacred Land—would have had limitless prospects. He might have even achieved the Dao in this era."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. If he had lain low for a few thousand years, the Great Sun Sacred Land might have been destroyed by this youth."

"He cannot survive this time. A Saint has taken action—an unrivaled expert who has watched over the Southern Domain for thousands of years."

"But… but… he seems to still be alive!"

"What nonsense? Even the strongest Nirvana realm Venerable would perish. How could a mere Void Refining realm cultivator survive?"

"I'm not joking… Look over there. There really is a figure…"

"..."

Everyone had believed the outcome was already decided.

Yet within that terrifying tribulation light, a vague silhouette could be seen. That small black dot appeared utterly insignificant beneath the devastating strike that spanned tens of thousands of zhang. However, it refused to disappear.

Gradually, the figure grew larger, tearing through the destructive tribulation light.

"That's Dongfang Yunxing! He's really not dead!"

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"How is this possible? No, this is absolutely impossible!"

"....."

The figure was Dongfang Yunxing.

And yet, it was not.

"It has been a long time since I last walked the world," the figure murmured softly.

A pair of profound black wings spread behind him—magnificent, mysterious, and supremely noble.

With just a gentle flap of those black wings, countless experts across the Great Sun Sacred Land turned into blood mist in an instant. The grand array capable of grinding down Saints shattered completely.

The figure walked calmly through the air, one step at a time. With every step, the space itself could not withstand the terrifying power and split open, leaving permanent footprints wreathed in inextinguishable black flames.

He was like an ancient, towering existence stepping down from a supreme throne engraved upon a totem, surveying the myriad heavens.

His deep eyes were utterly indifferent, looking down upon all living beings and everything in existence. Countless creatures and the endless flow of time seemed no more than a speck of dust or a drop in the ocean in his gaze.

The unconscious Lu Xuewei was carried in his hand like a small chick, though no one paid her any attention at that moment.

"Who are you? You are not him!"

A Saint from the Great Sun Sacred Land had appeared. He was a seventh-tier Saint who had cultivated for four thousand years and witnessed countless generations of prodigies rise and fall.

Yet at this moment, the Saint who had calmly watched the vicissitudes of the mortal world showed unparalleled terror in his eyes. What he saw was far too horrifying. This was definitely not the youth from before.

He saw the rise and fall of eras, the prosperity and decline of ten thousand ages. Even time itself was nothing more than a toy in the palm. He saw groups of prodigies rising together, Emperors dominating the heavens, and finally gods and demons falling. Even an unrivaled Great Emperor was swallowed in a single gulp.

"Ah…"

The Saint suddenly let out a miserable scream. In midair, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist like a bursting firework. His Dao heart had been completely destroyed.

All it took was one glance.

The Saint's blood rained down, carrying scorching saintly energy like molten lava. Yet every person present felt a bone-chilling cold.

A Saint had died just like that, not in a grand battle, but from a single despairing cry. He had turned into blood mist without the slightest resistance. It was simply too bizarre.

"A mere Saint dares to covet this Emperor's secrets?" Su Chen said calmly. "Even if I showed them to you, could you bear the karma?"

He watched the Saint turn into blood mist without the slightest surprise. The Great Sun Sacred Land's Saint had tried to deduce his identity. Su Chen had neither cared nor hidden anything. Unfortunately, the Saint could not withstand the terrifying karma. His Dao heart shattered, and he chose annihilation.

After a brief silence, grief-stricken cries erupted across the Great Sun Sacred Land.

"Ancestor !"

The Saint ancestor had taught countless elders and disciples in the Sacred Land. Even the current Holy Lord owed him great kindness.

Deep within the Great Sun Sacred Land's ancestral grounds, as if responding to the desperate calls of its people, a terrifying aura awakened.

"What audacity! Who dares act so recklessly in my Great Sun Sacred Land?!"

It was a Saint King ancestor.

Hope returned to the faces of the Great Sun Sacred Land's survivors. A Saint King was practically the strongest expert openly present in the Southern Domain in this era.

A Saint King was powerful.

Yet at this moment, a terrifying thought arose in the minds of the powerhouses from various Southern Domain forces.

Could a Saint King truly be a match for that terrifying existence?

They soon received their answer.

"So after beating the young one, the old one comes. After beating the old one, an even older one appears?" Su Chen remarked. This was all too familiar to him.

In midair, the figure that looked like Dongfang Yunxing calmly extended one hand. In the next instant, a decrepit old man appeared within his grasp.

The old man was shrouded in deathly qi. His turbid eyes were filled with fear and horror.

He was the Saint King ancestor who had just emerged from the Great Sun Sacred Land. Sensing the death of a Saint within the Sacred Land, he had rushed out in fury, only to be grabbed the moment he left the ancestral grounds, completely powerless to resist.

"Isn't… isn't that our Great Sun Sacred Land's Saint King ancestor?"

The surviving members of the Sacred Land felt their minds collapse. Their worldview had been shattered.

Bang!

Su Chen looked at the blood mist before him with an expressionless face.

"The Dao heart of this Great Sun Sacred Land Saint was far too fragile."

He felt rather bored. He had not even made a move, yet a Saint and a Saint King had both been scared to death.