Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 1064 - 1055: You Are Not Without Support

The aura of the Great Profound Yin Dominator cast a shadow over this Underworld realm, oppressive clouds rolled above, and Zhang Buku stared fixedly at Zhang Chunqiu on the mountain peak, or rather, at the Great Profound Yin Dominator!

Zhang Buku’s mind was blank; the humiliation from the Great Profound Yin Dominator didn’t concern him, what mattered was that his father’s soul no longer existed.

Without a soul, it meant true death, with no chance of resurrection.

At this moment, Zhang Buku felt no anger nor fear, but instead an overwhelming confusion.

Father is truly gone...

Xu You glanced at him and noticed his expression, sighing quietly in his heart.

But pared to Zhang Buku’s agony, they should now focus on how to escape from the grasp of the Great Profound Yin Dominator.

Xu You turned his head towards Hongqian Ancestor, unable to discern Hongqian Ancestor’s current expression through the skeletal hand.

"Senior, got any plans?" Xu You asked through clenched teeth, struggling merely to maintain a standing position.

The Great Profound Yin Dominator had intentionally left a gap, wanting Zhang Buku and the others to kneel voluntarily as a display of their resolve.

Hongqian Ancestor remained silent for a moment, then said, "This seat is not a match for him; he has sealed this world, and we have nowhere to escape."

Upon hearing this, Xu You furrowed his brow deeply, beginning to contemplate a countermeasure.

The Great Profound Yin Dominator, standing atop the mountain ridge, did not rush them; he raised his head, lost in his thoughts.

Seeing him remain inactive, Xu You couldn’t help but ask, "What is he doing?"

"Perhaps accepting some form of Cause and Effect."

Answered Elder Hongqian, anxiety growing in his heart.

He was waiting for Gu An to make a move.

That Saint had suppressed him here and lured Zhang Buku and the others; surely it was a setup against this Great Profound Yin Dominator.

With the trap set, their mission was essentially plete, and according to Hongqian Ancestor’s judgment, even if they exerted all their strength, it wouldn’t be enough to sway the Great Profound Yin Dominator.

If not for having witnessed the Saint’s power previously, Hongqian Ancestor would certainly collapse now—not just from the fear of death but from a breakdown of his perception.

Having undergone the prior experience, Elder Hongqian remained calm.

The heavens and earth fell into silence.

When Xu You turned to look at Zhang Buku, he noticed Zhang Buku had lowered his head at some unknown time, his fists clenched tightly within his robe.

He wanted to fort Zhang Buku, but now was not the time; he couldn’t even manage to take a step.

Moments passed.

The Great Profound Yin Dominator slowly lowered his gaze towards Zhang Buku and the others, and the mountain beneath him began to vibrate slightly.

"Why not bow first? Regroup and plan later?"

Xu You transmitted his voice to Zhang Buku, asking with a bitter tone.

Zhang Buku did not respond; a dead silent aura emanated from him, clearly restraining something within.

Seeing this, Xu You gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I’ve lived long enough—let’s fight him!"

Boom—

He unleashed his mana entirely, shaking the earth, striving to break through the suppression brought by the Great Profound Yin Dominator.

"Overestimating your abilities."

The Great Profound Yin Dominator snorted disdainfully, and as soon as he spoke, Xu You exploded into a spray of blood mist, the force whipping Zhang Buku’s hair and robes, even staining half of his face red.

Hongqian Ancestor’s hidden hand bone remained motionless, seemingly petrified.

The Great Profound Yin Dominator’s lips curled into an arrogant smile; he looked down upon Zhang Buku and said, "He died fortably; as for you, you can’t even choose death, you must submit to me. You don’t still believe someone can save you, do you? Even if the Heavenly Court Emperor were to e, he would be powerless against me, your nearby soul is most aware of this."

He refrained from killing Zhang Buku, having recognized the bond between Zhang Buku and this body.

Since he was new here, he was in no rush to act—there was time to toy with Zhang Buku.

Hongqian Ancestor’s voice followed, "He’s right; if the Celestial Emperor came, he would be crushed in an instant."

Zhang Buku raised his head, blood-red eyes fixed on the Great Profound Yin Dominator, unspoken.

"Roaring in your mind is useless."

The Great Profound Yin Dominator spoke contemptuously, then suddenly increased the pressure on Zhang Buku.

Boom—

The ground beneath Zhang Buku shattered, spreading like an enormous spiderweb—frightening and terrifying.

His legs began to tremble, and his knees gradually bent.

The Great Profound Yin Dominator purposely tortured him slowly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have the chance to struggle.

Watching Zhang Buku gradually kneel, the Great Profound Yin Dominator’s face showed a mocking smile, seemingly enjoying it.

"Claiming to be a Dominator, yet a Saint—don’t you find your actions unworthy of your status?"

Hongqian Ancestor’s voice rang out, icy in tone.

His heart was full of anger, not for Zhang Buku, but out of pity for the Saint.

Such a being unworthy of being a Saint?

Saints emphasize the Dao Heart, do they not?

"Status, and you, a soul without a shell, dare judge my actions?"

The Great Profound Yin Dominator sneered, and as his words fell, the hand bone shattered directly into dust, exposing Hongqian Ancestor’s soul, his face filled with terror.

Despite his disdain for the Great Profound Yin Dominator’s actions, he was inherently terrified by the overwhelming power surpassing the Ultimate Fusion Emperor Realm.

"Damn...after so much struggle, why end this way..."

Zhang Buku trembled all over, straining every fiber to resist the kneeling but unable to counteract the crushing power.

Somewhere along the way, Zhang Buku had bee arrogant, thinking he could achieve anything.

Facing any adversity, he found ways to turn peril into safety; he had been an Immortal and God, withdrawn from the Celestial Court, ventured through Nine Netherworlds, and established a Daoist Lineage in Central Heaven, acplishing innumerable feats.

It seemed that whatever he wished to do, it was bound to succeed.

Yet now, all of Zhang Buku’s pride was trampled by the Great Profound Yin Dominator; he had never felt such agony, not even one-tenth as painful as when he was humiliated in the Human World years ago.

Back then, he possessed nothing, only harboring dreams and hope in his heart.

Now, everything he held dear was destroyed, his deepest despair dulling all he saw, even attempting to convince himself.

This is a dream, this isn’t real!

His knees came closer to the ground; just when he was about to kneel, a hand stretched from behind, supporting his right arm.

In that instant, the world in Zhang Buku’s eyes brightened, the suffocating pressure vanished, leaving him relieved and stunned.

"Buku, if you don’t wish to kneel, then don’t—in this world, you’re not without support."

A voice, familiar yet foreign, reached Zhang Buku’s ears; instinctively, he turned his head, his pupils expanding, his expression one of disbelief.

"You are..."

Zhang Buku tilted his head to the side to look at the man in black clothing beside him; his voice trembled, the crimson fading from his eyes, replaced by tears welling up, ready to spill over.