Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Battle of Saints
"Why are you blocking our path?"
The foreign cultivators frowned, their gazes sweeping over the Celestial Martial cultivators one by one.
One of the powerful figures of the Di Race spoke, "How can we allow you from the Outer Realm to roam freely in Celestial Martial? I advise you to leave as soon as possible."
"The boundary wall has loosened. Currently, Celestial Martial and the outer starry sky have completely merged. No one can stop this from happening. Be it the Celestial Martial or other ancient realms of the outer stars, it’s all the same. Why engage in these meaningless actions?" A foreign cultivator spoke up.
In reality, in this starry sky, there are many ancient stars with life. Celestial Martial is just one of them.
For many years, the boundaries between realms have remained closed. Before the boundary of Celestial Martial loosened, the boundary walls of other ancient realms in the Outer Realm were like this as well, and later, cultivators from other ancient realms flowed in. By now, such matters have long become customary in the Outer Realm.
Interactions between realms bring both good and bad.
Fortunes in Celestial Martial might be seized by foreign cultivators, but similarly, Celestial Martial’s cultivators can leave via the Ancient Starry Path, traveling far to other ancient stars in search of the fortunes there.
"No matter what, today, you shall not be allowed to leave freely and go to various places in Celestial Martial." The powerful figure from the Ancient Race snorted coldly.
During the ancient times, the boundary of Celestial Martial loosened once. At that time, the Human Race was still weak. It was their Ancient Race who gave everything to finally drive all the foreign cultivators back out.
Later, an ancient emperor, in his later years, even transformed into Dao, sealing the Ancient Starry Path once again, completely isolating Celestial Martial from the outer starry sky.
Until now, countless millennia have passed, and the seal has loosened once again. Celestial Martial faces a second arrival of foreign cultivators.
"Just you think you can block our path?"
A cold snort sounded, coming from within the Ancient Starry Path.
In the next moment, a withered old man appeared.
An air of decay and antiquity lingered around him, and an indistinct holy might spread, stunning everyone.
"Buzz!"
The withered old man didn’t say a word, pressing his large hand directly down.
Subsequently, in mid-air, more than a dozen Celestial Martial cultivators were entirely repelled, shaken back a thousand feet by this one palm from the old man, all coughing up blood and seriously injured.
"Saint!"
The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim, their expressions extremely grave.
Those dozen Celestial Martial cultivators were strong figures from various Sacred Lands and the Di and Ancient Races, all with cultivation above the Void Realm.
To be able to severely injure them all with a single palm demonstrates the withered old man’s strength must surpass the Nirvana Realm!
This is a saint from the outer starry sky!
"Dare to block the way again, and you will die!"
The old man stood in the air, speaking quietly, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the Divine City.
His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears, as if carrying some sort of profound power, lingering in their minds, unable to dissipate.
"With your cultivation, treating the younger generation of Celestial Martial like this is beneath you."
It was at this moment that a faint voice sounded from a direction in the Divine City.
Then, as light flashed, in the high sky north of the Divine City, an old man in a gray robe appeared.
He looked very old, with a head full of white hair, his body even more withered than that of the foreign saint.
"Saint!"
"It is the previous Saint Master of Void Sacred Land!"
In the Divine City, someone couldn’t help but exclaim, their face showing joy.
Now with so many foreign cultivators arriving, and even a saint showing up, under such circumstances, unless a saint steps forward, no one can maintain order.
And now, a Celestial Martial saint has appeared, the former Saint Master of Void Sacred Land.
Though in his twilight years, his holy might remained, allowing no one to underestimate him.
"Your vital energy is weak, you are a dying person. If you make a move now, it will only hasten the depletion of your life force." The foreign saint looked over, locking eyes with the Void saint.
He too was extremely old, here in Celestial Martial seeking opportunity, hoping to extend his life.
Unless absolutely necessary, he clearly did not want to actually fight.
For existences of their age, every action was a great expense of their life’s essence.
"If I can trade my remnant body for peace in Celestial Martial, why wouldn’t I?"
The Void saint spoke calmly, standing with hands behind his back, stepping from the north of the Divine City. With each step he took, ancient Dao patterns emerged at his feet, as if shrinking the earth into inches. In a few steps, he arrived in this high sky.
"Buzz!"
Without words, he made a move, pointing forward with two fingers, transforming into a holy sword light, enveloping the entire scene with spiritual sword momentum, as if to drown the entire void.
The terrifying sword light slashed out forcefully, seemingly cutting heaven and earth in two, cleaving toward that foreign saint.
"Annihilate!"
The foreign saint squinted, snorted coldly, then extended a large hand, pinching the holy sword light and crushing it.
"Buzz!"
The terrifying aura spread once more, and on that foreign saint, a surge of holy light burst forth, transforming into a massive void hand like a great celestial mountain, pressing down.
"Bang!"
The Void saint remained silently standing, not retreating even a step from beginning to end, his two fingers darting out, using them as a sword to strike out.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
A great explosion erupted, earth-shaking, as both the void hand and holy sword light collapsed.
Brilliant light illuminated this world, as if ancient Dao patterns were spilling out, mixed with a shocking sacred rhyme, which, even if a Saint Master or Ancient King Level expert were involved, they would likely perish and turn to ash.
This is the terror of a saint!
They have transcended the bonds of heaven and earth, comprehending the order of the Grand Dao. A drop of blood could suppress an entire domain, a strand of hair could cause mountains to collapse.
"If you continue to strike, it will only accelerate the loss of life force within your body. Do you truly plan to fight to the death here?" The foreign saint furrowed his brows.
He was confident he could win, but it would come at a very painful price, and after this battle, he too might not survive long.
With his cultivation at this level and his lifespan nearing its end, he clearly did not wish to waste his life force here in vain.
"I am already old, have long lived enough, and my era is past. If I can guard Celestial Martial with this remnant body, I will be remembered through the ages after death, why not?" He spoke calmly, unafraid of death, as if already prepared to dissipate into the Dao at any time, leaving a legacy of goodwill for the Void Sacred Land.