Chapter 904: Chapter 923: Warning
“No…impossible…how…how can this be?”
Suddenly, a furious and extre low roar echoed, and Houtu, who had been blasted away by Ye Xuan, returned, her once noble and elegant deanor shattered. Her hair, once perfectly arranged, was now in a disarray, devoid of any Saintly composure.
At this mont.
Houtu seed to be suffering a trendous blow, as if caught in a frenzy of obsession. Her gaze toward Ye Xuan was filled with an incomprehensible complexity.
“Impossible, absolutely impossible. You do not possess the Heavenly Dao Saintly Might, you haven’t beco a Saint, how can you have Holy Power within you?”
Houtu scread in madness, her eyes fixed on Ye Xuan with a look of absolute horror. The black Holy Power Ye Xuan had unleashed was too terrifying, instilling a fear of death within her soul, even annihilating her Reincarnation Holy Light.
Yet Houtu was utterly perplexed, for Ye Xuan clearly did not have the Heavenly Dao Saintly Might, and the Holy Power he unleashed was different from any Saint. What exactly was going on?
“You’ve actually beco a Saint?”
Houtu gradually beca calm, refraining from attacking Ye Xuan again. Just the previous exchange had made her understand that Ye Xuan’s cultivation was not inferior to hers, and fighting again would be pointless.
“Beco a Saint?”
Ye Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly, as if hearing an enormous joke. At this mont, he finally felt what Primordial Spirits used to feel.
These so-called Saints may seem to have sky-high cultivation, but their vision is limited, re frogs in a well, not understanding the true aning of becoming a Saint—taken as the end point by those achieving rit to Saint.
“The road to Sainthood is endless and uncertain; what you call becoming a Saint is rely a joke in my eyes.” Ye Xuan murmured indifferently.
Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Houtu’s expression flickered between emotions, trying to assess Ye Xuan’s aura. Yet the more she sensed Ye Xuan’s path to simplicity, the more turbulent her heart beca.
“Returning to the truth, the path to simplicity, with no Heavenly Dao Saintly Might upon you, your aura is that of a Quasi-Saint, but you possess a cultivation rivaling a Saint—how can this be?” Houtu whispered in shock, her eyes trembling, filled with imnse dread.
Sadly, Ye Xuan seed unfazed by Houtu’s shock, rely squinting at her, saying: “Our karma is resolved. Henceforth, our paths shall not intersect, but I hope you tread carefully, for falling just after becoming a Saint is not an experience you wish to have, is it, Houtu?”
A threat, a blatant threat!
This was Ye Xuan’s stance, causing Houtu’s face to flush red, her Reincarnation Holy Light exploding fiercely, yet she did not move against Ye Xuan.
“The Witch Clan rose because of you, so protect them well. But I, the Emperor, must inform you; the Ancient Demon Court now serves . From now on, the Demon Race will be under my protection. You better ensure the Witch Clan does not trouble them, or else…!”
Ye Xuan spoke calmly, his words leaving unfinished, yet their implication was clear.
“Leave!”
Ye Xuan turned abruptly, striding out of Houtu’s palace, followed by two Demon Emperors and a thousand Great Demons, feeling everything they’ve experienced to be unreal.
At this mont!
Houtu’s fists clenched tightly, her gaze fixed on Ye Xuan’s departing figure, her face extrely flushed, wanting to say sothing, wanting to act against Ye Xuan, yet ultimately letting him leave without any hindrance.
“Quite the Ye Xuan, quite the Heavenly Emperor Ye, I underestimated you!” Houtu sighed deeply, as if aging at that mont, a hint of bitterness appearing on her face.
Ye Xuan’s displayed cultivation shocked Houtu greatly, instilling imnse dread, birthing a fear within her heart.
Houtu was not frightened by Ye Xuan’s cultivation; although his cultivation rivaled hers, he could not kill her, and their powers were evenly matched.
Houtu’s real fear stemd from Ye Xuan’s thods and his mysterious and inscrutable ways.
Houtu felt like a puppet, entirely controlled by Ye Xuan, this feeling abruptly arising within her, eliciting fear of Ye Xuan from this realization.
Three thousand years ago, when she had no chance to beco a Saint, it was Ye Xuan who strangely bestowed the Hongng Purple Qi upon her, allowing her to beco a Saint.
Hongng Purple Qi—a treasure allowing one to beco a Saint, yet Ye Xuan gave it to her. Could he not use it to beco a Saint himself? Why did he do this?
Three thousand years later, today, facing her again, though Ye Xuan had not beco a Saint, his cultivation was not inferior to hers.
Ye Xuan was plotting a world-changing event—this was Houtu’s intuitive feeling, not only scheming against her but perhaps against other Saints too.
A chilling horror, body and soul trembling, as Houtu considered this possibility, her entire being felt trapped within an eternal winter, unable to find peace.
“With no matchless cultivation, how dare Ye Xuan co here? Surely, with the opening of the Heavenly nding event, Ye Xuan intends to settle old karmic scores with Nuwa—sothing I must not get involved in.”
“Additionally, Ye Xuan’s current power rivals a Saint; the Heavenly Sect Master is friendly with him, making it certain from his history he will stir massive waves. The Three Realms and Heaven and Earth are bound for huge changes; I must remain a re observer.” Houtu finally settled down, whispering to herself.
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Under a barren star, starlight fell upon Ye Xuan, who stood with hands behind his back, flanked by two Demon Emperors and a thousand Great Demons, each looking at Ye Xuan with awe.
This is human nature—strong beings are always respected, and Ye Xuan’s leadership against Houtu, retrieving the Chaos Bell, and blasting Houtu away established his mighty image.
“Heavenly Emperor, Houtu surely harbors resentnt after today’s events, aren’t you worried she might reveal your whereabouts to Nuwa or Primordial?” Emperor Jun asked skeptically.
“Houtu, who endured in the Underworld for endless ages to seize the seventh Saint Position, proves she is wise; she won’t do such a thing, as it would bring calamity upon herself, involving her in Saint disputes. She is not that foolish,” Ye Xuan explained with a slight smile.
Clearly, Ye Xuan had accounted for everything; otherwise, he would not stand before Houtu.
To speak plainly, Houtu’s ascension was within his grasp. If Ye Xuan couldn’t foresee such minor matters, he wouldn’t possess his current cultivation.
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