Chapter 1215: The Mo Clan's Saint Emerges

Chapter 1215: Mo Jia Produces a Saint

Boom! Bang!

In the vast starry sky, thunderous roars echoed endlessly.

Looking out, vast swaths of meteorites turned to ash, and even many ancient stars were caught in the turmoil.

Ye Chen was still fleeing, his figure disheveled and battered.

Behind him, Mingwang Laozu pursued relentlessly, stirring up a massive sea of blood that engulfed one star field after another.

Their commotion was so immense that numerous ancient stars activated their mountain-protecting barriers, fearing collateral damage from these two supreme powerhouses—whose mere aftershocks could reduce anyone to dust.

"Chase me if you can!" Ye Chen escaped while glancing back and shouting.

"Kill! Kill!" Mingwang Laozu roared ferociously, his old eyes and pupils turning blood-red, his face twisted and savage, his murderous intent toward Ye Chen reaching an uncontrollable peak.

"You've really pissed me off!" Ye Chen stopped taunting and fled, speeding away and desperately using the Shrink the Ground to an Inch technique.

"Kill!" Mingwang Laozu bellowed in rage, his killing intent soaring to the heavens as he chased without respite.

The two streaked through the cosmos like divine lights, adding a brilliant splash of color to the vast starry sky.

While they raged on, the scene at Nantian Xing was equally intense.

At Mo Jia's immortal mountain, the battle was brutally fierce, with blood staining the lands of Nantian Xing.

Mo Jia held the upper hand, as Nantian Xing was their territory, bolstered by the immortal mountain as a shield and offensive formations for support, forcing the Mingwang Sect's experts into disarray.

"Tsk tsk!" Onlookers from all sides gasped in shock at the gruesome sight, which was heart-wrenching to behold.

"Hm?" As they watched, a dazzling divine rainbow shot up from the depths of Mo Jia's immortal mountain, transforming into a massive vision in the hazy heavens—a world brimming with vitality, covering the sky.

"What's that?" Everyone gazed up at the skies, and even the Mo Jia and Mingwang Sect warriors paused their fighting.

Buzz!

A buzzing sound arose, space trembled, and the heavens shook. Centered on Mo Jia's underground palace, a radiant halo spread outward, carrying a pressure that made hearts quiver.

"A saint? A saint?" Cultivators from all directions were startled, their bodies trembling.

"How... how is this possible!" The Mingwang Sect's experts staggered back, eyes bulging, pupils contracting, faces pale as death.

Especially the Zhun Sheng, who stared in disbelief at the depths of Mo Jia's immortal mountain, their expressions filled with terror. After fighting for so long, they had no idea that Mo Jia had a Zhun Sheng undergoing the Tianren Wushuai Jie—and succeeding in crossing it.

"Success!" In contrast, the Mo Jia members were overjoyed beyond measure.

A saint, transcending the mortal world—what immense power! It could turn the tide of a war and control life and death in battle. Thankfully, this saint belonged to Mo Jia.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, rhythmic banging sounds erupted, slow and steady.

Listening closely, it was the sound of footsteps, as if the person's body were as heavy as a mountain, each step causing the earth to quake and the entire Nantian Xing to tremble.

Under the watchful eyes of all, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of Mo Jia's immortal mountain—an elderly man with white hair.

This was Mo Jia's ancestor, who was gradually transforming into a white-haired youth, like a god-king radiating immortal light, with vitality surging like an ocean and the saint's pressure shaking the nine heavens.

"Mingwang Sect, you truly deserve to die!" Mo Jia's ancestor spoke, his voice soft yet like thunder from ancient times, carrying a cold and commanding authority.

At the sight, the Mingwang Sect's experts instinctively retreated, including the Zhun Sheng.

Such was the might of a saint—one person alone forcing an entire sect to back away collectively.

"Run!" The Mingwang Sect's experts turned and fled as they retreated.

That was a saint, on the same level as their ancestor, and yet Mo Jia's ancestor's pressure surpassed Mingwang Laozu's. How could they, mere mortals, stand against such a being?

Mo Jia's ancestor snorted coldly and refused to let them escape, raising his hand to unleash a profound Dao technique.

It was a sea of immortal light, infused with saintly pressure and Dao principles, churning with terrifying waves that crushed the entire void. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, swallowing Mingwang Sect experts in droves—even Zhun Sheng could not withstand it, being ground to ash on the spot.

The surrounding cultivators retreated again, pulling back eighty thousand zhang, their faces ashen as they watched the scene unfold.

The Mingwang Sect's forces, once vast and overwhelming, were completely engulfed by Mo Jia's ancestor's sea of immortal light, with not a single one escaping. A saint exterminating an entire sect—that sight was too shocking, making hearts tremble.

"Ancestor!" Mo Jia's experts were all thrilled, kneeling in unison.

"Let's go!" Mo Jia's ancestor smiled and ascended to the nine heavens, stepping out of Nantian Xing toward a distant star field.

Everyone knew he was heading to settle scores with Mingwang Laozu. The battle here had ended, but Ye Chen and Mingwang Laozu's fight continued, so he needed to join the fray.

However, after Mo Jia's ancestor left, the cultivators who had been observing flooded toward Mo Jia's immortal mountain like a tide.

Mo Jia was already a powerful sect in the Xuantian Star Domain, and now with a saint emerging, their foundations were even stronger. This was a great tree to align with, and most importantly, Mo Jia's actions were more reliable than the Mingwang Sect's—they weren't as tyrannical. Considering all factors, how could anyone not seek to befriend them?

In response, Mo Jia's holy master directly sealed off the immortal mountain. With the war just ended, what they needed was time to recover and regroup.

The surrounding cultivators felt awkward but could only chuckle sheepishly and disperse, reporting the events of Nantian Xing to their own ancestors.

While the war on Nantian Xing had concluded, Ye Chen and Mingwang Laozu's battle raged on.

In a desolate stretch of starry sky, the two clashed again. Along their path, they had fought over a hundred rounds.

"Who exactly are you!" Mingwang Laozu roared, unleashing myriad immortal rays aimed straight at Ye Chen's true form.

Even now, Mingwang Laozu didn't know Ye Chen's identity and tried to probe it, but Ye Chen was concealed by Zhou Tian's secret techniques. The more elusive it was, the more it drove him mad with fury.

Ye Chen ignored Mingwang Laozu's roar and countered with his Ten Thousand Swords Unite technique.

Sword light collided with immortal rays, sparking brilliant flashes that bloomed like stars in the cosmos.

"Kill!" Mingwang Laozu shifted in a single step, instantly closing in, his finger beam piercing through Ye Chen's chest like a force of destruction.

Ye Chen spat blood and retreated swiftly.

Mingwang Laozu gave him no chance to breathe, pursuing immediately, his hand forming a blade that nearly cleaved Ye Chen in two.

"You're something else!" Ye Chen cursed loudly and turned to flee.

"Stay right there!" Mingwang Laozu thundered and gave chase at once.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen, who had just started to escape, suddenly spun around and swung his staff without a word.

Perhaps not anticipating Ye Chen's sudden counterattack, Mingwang Laozu collided head-on, caught off guard by this surprise strike, his entire skull fracturing.

"Ah!" Mingwang Laozu bellowed, sweeping a massive hand across the sky toward Ye Chen.

Yet, terrifying as his palm was, it missed Ye Chen, who had already escaped into a spatial black hole. In the next instant, Ye Chen burst out and smashed half of Mingwang Laozu's body with another strike.

Still, as a saint, Mingwang Laozu's body regenerated instantly.

Ye Chen grimaced, marveling at the dominance of Mingwang Laozu's recovery ability, which even surpassed his own Xianlun innate secret technique.

Without a second thought, Ye Chen fled again.

After darting thousands of zhang, Ye Chen halted and glanced toward the depths of the starry sky, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Kill!" Mingwang Laozu charged in, slashing out a star river with his sword.

Ye Chen shifted in a step but couldn't fully evade, a deep gash opening across his sacred body.

In return, Mingwang Laozu paid a heavy price, as a sword beam from the depths of the starry sky severed one of his arms.

Mingwang Laozu's face twisted savagely as he whirled around to face the starry sky behind him, where a figure approached through the void—a white-haired youth with surging vitality and majestic visions.

"Mo Qingxuan!" Mingwang Laozu looked on in utter disbelief, realizing that Mo Jia's ancestor had become a saint.

Mo Jia's ancestor's expression was icy cold; without a word, he launched into action, thrusting out a palm that formed a star river, making the starry sky rumble as the stunned Mingwang Laozu was instantly engulfed.

"This is impossible!" Mingwang Laozu roared, bursting from the star sea, his body covered in blood and bones.

Only now did he realize the grave mistake he had made. As a saint himself, he hadn't detected Mo Jia's ancestor undergoing the Tianren Wushuai Jie—and now, the breakthrough was complete.

What was worse, he had been lured away from Nantian Xing by a Huangjing cultivator, giving Mo Jia's ancestor the time to succeed. He could already imagine the fate of the Mingwang Sect.

Mo Jia's ancestor struck again, unleashing a heaven-defying secret technique that fired a devastating immortal light.

Mingwang Laozu laughed menacingly and advanced instead of retreating, wielding his own divine abilities to clash with Mo Jia's ancestor.

The battle between two saints erupted, a scene of world-ending destruction.

Ye Chen transformed his cauldron into a sword and joined the assault.

His goal was simple: Mingwang Laozu could not be allowed to survive.

Ye Chen had no personal grudge with him, but Mingwang Laozu's existence threatened the reincarnated people of Da Chu.

As the emperor of Da Chu, Ye Chen had come to the myriad realms not only to find the reincarnated ones but also to ensure their safety, for he would one day take them back home.

Thus, his attacks grew even more ferocious, nearly splitting Mingwang Laozu several times.

Mo Jia's ancestor's secret techniques were equally domineering. As fellow saints, he clearly outmatched Mingwang Laozu; each strike was a lethal art, leaving no mercy and intending to prevent Mingwang Laozu's return. As the ancestor of his clan, he had to protect his descendants.

With the two attacking from front and back, Mingwang Laozu was utterly overpowered, his body battered and bloody, even his primordial spirit severely wounded.

"Ah!" Mingwang Laozu's roars echoed through the entire starry sky. Though a saint, he couldn't withstand the combined assault of Ye Chen and Mo Jia's ancestor. Several attempts to escape were thwarted and blocked.

"Nine Heavens Seal!" Mo Jia's ancestor deployed a sealing divine ability, targeting Mingwang Laozu's primordial spirit directly.

"Ten Thousand Swords Divine Wind!" Ye Chen unleashed a peerless sword strike, carrying destructive force and world-shattering might, piercing straight through Mingwang Laozu's skull and obliterating both his physical form and primordial spirit.