Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Who Deserves White Robes, If Not the One Cloaked in Three Feet of Snow?
"Chi!"
Energy fluctuations surged out from the Emperor Ye’s Ancient Ruins, astonishing to the extreme, stirring all the cultivators in the Profound Domain Holy City, who all rushed out in unison.
"What happened?"
Countless people gathered outside Li Yuan’s Tomb, all with a look of fear in their eyes, watching from afar.
"It is the Emperor Ye’s Ancient Ruins?"
"The ancient ruins only open once every ten years. It’s been only about five years since it last opened. What on earth happened?"
Many were discussing, unclear about the situation.
"Buzz!"
As time passed, the fluctuations at the entrance of the ruins became much more intense.
"Chi!"
Finally, a beam of light shot out from it, disappearing into the distant skyline in the blink of an eye.
Immediately, the entrance of the ruins closed again, returning to its previous calm, as if nothing had happened.
...
Meanwhile, above the Holy City in Eastern Desolation.
More than a dozen saints were still battling fiercely, with over a dozen Holy Weapons in motion, pushing forward.
However, facing their attacks, the Great Saint from the Outer Realm was coping with ease.
He used seal techniques with his hands, wielding his hair as weapons, performing Sacred Art, effortlessly dissolving all incoming attacks.
"Poof!"
Another quarter of an hour passed before the fierce battle finally ended.
More than a dozen saints retreated, coughing up blood, and two even had Holy Weapons in their hands cracked.
Despite putting in all their effort against a Great Saint, the gap between them was far too great, with almost no hope of winning.
The disparity in strength was indeed beyond imagination.
While a Void Realm expert can live for hundreds to nearly a thousand years, an ordinary saint can live for two thousand years.
As for a Great Saint, they can live for at least eight thousand years.
This is a complete transformation!
Within the Divine City, everyone stood in silence, frowning and speechless.
In their eyes, the invincible saints who had now joined forces, yet could not repel the enemy, nor gain even the slightest advantage, such an outcome was undeniably unacceptable to everyone.
Initially, they thought that despite the revival of ancient saints and sages among the ancient race and the human race’s major powers in this era of declining magic, they could at least withstand the outer realm cultivators’ invasion to some extent, even if not fully.
But the truth has told everyone.
In the face of powerful outer realm cultivators, Celestial Martial is so fragile.
This is just one Great Saint.
How vast is the outer starry sky?
The Great Saints they possess must surely number far more than one or two, but many beyond imagination.
Facing such formidable enemies, Celestial Martial is not invincible in resistance.
"Is there truly no one who can come out to stop them?"
"One recalls when the Ancient Emperor was still alive, battling three Ancient Emperors from the outer realm alone beneath the starry sky, what supreme elegance was that! And now, one Great Saint can leave Celestial Martial without a solution...
"The Human Race’s Great Emperors have intimidated ancient and modern times, any Ancient Emperor in history could easily block outer realm cultivators, protecting Celestial Martial, yet this is an era without emperors..."
Within the Divine City, many couldn’t help but sigh.
Not only the ancient race but also many human cultivators felt depressed.
Were it not for being in this era of declining magic, how could Celestial Martial be so pathetic?
Reduced to lambs awaiting slaughter by outer realm cultivators.
"Today’s Celestial Martial is not what it once was. If an Ancient Emperor or Ancient Monarch were present, perhaps they could still keep us outer realm cultivators at bay. Now, you can only accept this fact obediently."
The Great Saint from the Outer Realm stood in mid-air, his gaze scanning the entire scene. On him, holy light gleamed, like a brilliant star suspended there, seemingly entwined with myriad laws, resonating with the Great Dao.
"The Donghuang Divine Body, the Dao Body of Beiyou, the Hongmeng Body, all of them are future kings. It’s a pity they haven’t fully matured yet, otherwise, how could these outer realm cultivators be so arrogant?"
Many cultivators were discussing that this era of Celestial Martial is not without prodigies.
Such as the Kunlun Saintess with the Sun Immortal Body, Dao Body Gu Hao, Divine Body Jiang Yan, and Hongmeng Body Ji Chen.
Any of these figures, placed in any era, could become the pinnacle of that era.
Yet, the Ancient Starry Path has already emerged, and these prodigies haven’t truly grown to the point where they can stand alone. They still need time to progress.
"Buzz..."
After several fierce battles, the sun set in the west, nearing dusk.
In the distant void, a wave suddenly emanated. It wasn’t strong, but as time passed, people could clearly sense that this wave was gradually approaching.
After a dozen breaths, this wave had covered this heaven and earth, an invisible pressure instantly enveloping the entire scene.
Everyone’s heart skipped a beat involuntarily, their gaze turning to the distant sky.
Amidst the setting sun, a figure was walking in mid-air.
As if the entire heaven and earth’s temperature dropping sharply at this moment, countless people couldn’t help but shiver, an intense cold invading them.
Snowflakes drifted down, appearing particularly eerie under the sunset, yet with an ethereal touch.
Amidst the snowflakes flying across the sky, a white-clad figure crossed the void.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, finally, a middle-aged man walked into this void.
Flying frost covered the earth, and the entire Divine City was blanketed with a thick layer of snowflakes.
The piercing cold felt as if one had plunged into an icy cave.
"Ice and Snow Law..."
Some older generation powerhouses were shocked; among the myriad laws, the Ice and Snow Law is undoubtedly one of the rarest.
Moreover, the entire climate has completely changed due to the appearance of this law, it’s hard to imagine how powerful the one wielding this law must be?
Countless people trembled, including the dozen or so Celestial Martial saints, their gazes all turned, a sense of inexplicable fear and unease rising in their hearts.
Clearly, on that middle-aged man, they all felt an overwhelming aura.
This aura’s strength was even greater than the oppressive feeling given by the Great Saint from the Outer Realm ahead!
"Boom!"
The middle-aged man walked across the void, each step shrinking the earth to an inch, moving a thousand miles, with Dao markings appearing underfoot, a Great Divine Technique only saints can grasp.
Finally, he reached the sky above the Divine City, standing with hands behind his back, slightly raising his head, looking up at the firmament.
"Who is it?"
No one could resist their astonishment, their gaze wholly focused on the middle-aged man, simultaneously asking this question.
"Who else but you wears white in a world so covered in snow within three feet of your body?"
In a certain direction within the Divine City, an elder from the Ye Family of Beiyou suddenly spoke, his body uncontrollably trembling, seemingly too agitated, tears rolling down from his eyes, "Emperor Ye, Ye Lingtian!"