Legend of the Great Sage

rtial arts community, the treasured blade Flowery, orders the world, no one can disobey!”

“Shut up! Don’t call me Flowery!”

Everything that happened here left the original members of the World’s society on the other side of the river speechless.
This great danger had ended in such a joke-like manner.

“The danger has been dealt with.
Everyone, please focus,” Gu Yanying said.

Even if Li Qingshan possessed strength well beyond what anyone in this world could contend with, he still had to establish an organisation and conquer the world if he wanted to gather the power of belief as quickly as possible.
She could also tell that it was impossible for Li Qingshan to remain in battle for too long given his current state.

The restraints on weapons were much smaller, but they still required support from the wielder’s strength to unleash their true strength.
The Immortal Reliquished sword had to devour elder Tian and sacrifice the entire Sword Collection palace before gaining the strength to put up a battle.

Li Qingshan was unable to provide the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End with power.
Right now, he was completely relying on the power built up in the blade beforehand to battle, so there would be a time when it ran out.
If he wanted to replenish it, he would still have to rely on the Divine Talisman of Great Creation.

Right as she pondered about that, an unfathomable power suddenly descended from above, pouring into the top of her head and piercing her soul.

Gu Yanying felt like she had just been struck by lightning.
She noticed that the mountain of corpses below her feet and everyone by her side had vanished.
Only the blood-red ground extended off forever.
She raised her head slowly.
A single eye filled the sky, staring straight at her!

At that instant, her eyes became blood-red, reflecting a black sun and moon.
Her aura suddenly changed, and a fiendish aura flooded the surroundings.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan looked back with his eyebrows firmly locked.
What had happened?

The criss-crossing, blood-red outline began to twist as the mist of blood surged and churned violently.

Yin Qing noticed the change with Gu Yanying.
She took a step back and cried out, “Ketu!”

The Rāhu and the Ketu were two divine clans that stood on equal footing in the Asura realm.
It was said that their first ancestors were originally the same being, so they both took a black sun and moon as their insignia.
The black sun and moon in Gu Yanying’s eyes mirrored the one on Rāhu Xiaoming, forming the insignia of the Ketu clan.

Yes, apart from the Ketu clan, who could drive a Rāhu into a hopeless corner?

“Sir Rāhu, what do we do?”

Gu Yanying slowly turned her head over.
She gazed at Rāhu Xiaoming with her blood-red eyes.
“Found you!”

Her voice was sharp and hoarse but strangely pleasant.
It was no longer Gu Yanying’s voice, but it also belonged to a woman.

“You really have come.” Rāhu Xiaoming sneered slightly.

“Do you think you can escape just by hiding in a place like this? Look at how feeble you’ve become.
You’re basically like an insect, which sure will save me some trouble.
Die!”

She extended her hand towards Rāhu Xiaoming’s throat.
The laws of the world shattered, causing the space there to twist.
Faced with this cross-world attack from a god, everyone could only watch on helplessly.
Rāhu Xiaoming was no different, but the sneer remained on his face, instead growing heavier.

A dark-azure feather drifted down, gracefully and silently, but it swept open a bloody mark on the huge eye that filled the sky, revealing Rāhu Xiaoming’s sneer inside.

Gu Yanying jerked away from the nightmare.
She discovered that she could see the outside world again, but she still could not control her body.
Only then did she realise that she had been possessed.

“What’s this!?”

The hoarse and pleasant voice was filled with surprise and fury.
She never imagined there would actually be something that could harm her in a small world like this, even when she had only sent a wisp of her consciousness.
The power within the dark-azure feather was insignificant, yet it was also filled with a vast and lofty will, well beyond what she could contend against.

“Heaven-stirring’s feather!”

“Have you finally noticed? This is just a small payback,” said Rāhu Xiaoming.

“So it is a trap.
You’re just as crafty as before, kid!” The voice suddenly became extremely soft and intimate.
When the bloody mark ripped open the sky, she said resolutely, “Even if I have to search the entire trichiliocosm, I will find you, my dear son!”