Chapter 77: The Literary Saint's Power

But the moment those fissures appeared, they seemed to be smoothed over.

The people who had been calmly watching the battle now showed panicked expressions.

They realized that this attack by Ming He was no ordinary matter and could endanger lives.

No one was willing to risk their own life.

Some of the cowardly even prepared to scatter and flee.

The golden light around Zhou Yi dimmed slightly, and he regained some calm.

Seeing Zhou Yi like this, Ming He nodded with satisfaction.

"That's more like it; I didn't like the way you looked earlier."

Zhou Yi let out a gentle sigh.

"Since you're giving it your all, I won't hold back either. Let us truly test each other."

Hearing this, Ming He felt a tightening in his heart, still pondering whether Zhou Yi still had undisclosed ultimate techniques.

However, in the next instant, his expression suddenly changed.

Behind Zhou Yi a Heavenly Destiny Formation materialized, with ethereal Bai Ze shadows stepping through the air on either side, and the surrounding space burned, emitting a "sizzle" sound.

Thunder circled Zhou Yi, golden light enveloped his whole body, as if he were clad in a radiant armor.

"Go!" With a gentle flick of his sleeve, the two Bai Ze shadows surged forward, the temperature where they passed rose sharply, and even the blood‑colored clouds in the sky gradually dissipated under the heat.

Ming He's complexion kept shifting; he recognized this as a skill Zhou Yi had used before.

If the two shadows were to explode, their power would be comparable to the self‑detonation of two quasi‑saint‑level warriors.

Thus, Ming He clenched his twin swords tightly.

After the two swords clashed, the Bai Ze shattered into fragments, but before anyone could react, a deafening boom followed; a massive mushroom cloud rose, its intense light separating the blood hue from the golden glow, leaving a vivid blue streak across the sky.

The battle was far from over; behind Zhou Yi, the Heavenly Destiny Formation wielded a long sword and a scroll, raising the sword high, lightning coiling around it, the characters "Slash, Punish, Kill, Annihilate" appearing on the blade before it came down with a fierce slash.

Distant golden light gradually converged into the long sword, causing it to emit an ultimate radiance.

Zhenyuanzi stared in stunned amazement, his face full of shock, murmuring softly, "This sword almost reaches the attack level of a Saint!"

He had seen Saints employ techniques, and even the combat‑power‑renowned Tongtian Jiaozhu could only manage such a strike with a casual swing.

At that moment, the world's barrier cracked, leaking Chaos qi, and the once‑azure sky turned as if stained with ink.

In an instant, the previously clear surroundings became murky and chaotic.

Ordinary people might not sense the danger behind this change, but for beings who have attained Saint realm, such Chaotic aura is all too familiar.

Once this Chaotic qi begins to infiltrate, it will bring an irreversible cataclysm to this world.

"What on earth is Zhou Yi doing!" Shang Qing shouted in terror.

At that moment, he had no time for further thought. He flashed, soaring upward swiftly, the Tai Chi Diagram in his hand hovering, gradually expanding into a massive canopy, attempting to seal the fissure releasing Chaotic qi.

Only then did it barely halt the further spread of Chaotic qi.

However, the Chaotic qi that had already seeped in swiftly transformed many beings into pure spiritual energy, causing countless lives to vanish instantly and trees to topple.

"Chaotic qi can turn everything into spiritual energy; it is extremely terrifying."

Shang Qing silently thought, "If it is allowed to run rampant, unimaginable consequences will follow."

He had never anticipated that one day he would have to deal with a situation caused by Zhou Yi like this.

Meanwhile, another battle had not yet concluded.

Zhou Yi's sword swing was astonishingly powerful, easily cleaving Ming He into two, thunder and rune power erupting simultaneously, causing Ming He's body to vanish from the realm in an instant.

The battlefield seemed to have its pause button pressed by an invisible force; many stared blankly at the shattered sky and Zhou Yi suspended in mid‑air, some swallowing, their voices trembling, "Is this it?"

They knew that had it not been for the protective barrier above their heads, merely that terrifying aura would have scattered their souls.

Zhou Yi returned to normal, squinting as he stared at the spot where Ming He had been. He knew that Ming He Ancestor would not be so easily defeated.

Although Ming He had been battered into a bloody mess, Zhou Yi clearly recalled Ming He Ancestor's most famous skill, the Blood God Son.

"The Sea of Blood never dries, Ming He never dies," and as the Sea of Blood churned again in the sky, a droplet of Blood God Son slowly fell, the surrounding blood mist coalescing, and Ming He reappeared.

Everyone who witnessed this inhaled sharply, "He's still alive? Is this endless?" This time, Ming He appeared far more low‑key than before.

He flicked his hand lightly, and the twin swords returned to his side.

"Truly worthy of the Literary Saint, I sincerely admire you," Ming He's voice echoed through heaven and earth.

Throughout the Vast Wilderness World, only a handful of people can win Ming He's wholehearted respect. Even Saints may not make him bow and concede so easily.

Yet, in the recent clash, Ming He felt a hint of pressure.

The golden aura emanating from Zhou Yi seemed to contain a mysterious force, exerting a strong suppressive effect on Ming He's Sea of Blood, nearly affecting even his life‑preserving Blood God Son.

Realizing that continuing the fight was disadvantageous, Ming He decided to cease.

"Ming He Ancestor, if you wish to spar again next time, just find me; I will see it through," Zhou Yi said.

Fortunately, the battle caused little damage and did not inflict irreparable loss on the Human Race.

"Friends over there, since you've been watching for a while, why not come out and meet," Zhou Yi's gaze turned toward Zhenyuanzi's direction.

Zhenyuanzi was startled, realizing he could no longer hide, and reluctantly revealed himself.

Seeing the Human Race's protective shield vanish and that familiar figure, everyone relaxed, for Zhenyuanzi was a renowned Earth Immortal ancestor, famed for his kindness.

"The Literary Saint's strength is indeed extraordinary," Zhenyuanzi said with a smile to Zhou Yi.

The two exchanged bows and began chatting like long‑separated old friends.

"Fellow Daoist, you have visited our clan many times; is there any pressing matter?" Zhou Yi asked gently.

"Alas, I am ashamed; the previous visits were to seek your guidance on cultivation. This time I came because I saw Ming He insist on coming, so I followed to watch the excitement," Zhenyuanzi replied with a hint of embarrassment.

Someone in the crowd murmured, "Never thought Zhenyuanzi liked to join the fun so much."

Just as the two were talking, a scream suddenly echoed from the sky, and a lone figure plummeted down.

"Oh dear, I'm not ready yet! Believe it or not, I'll punish you with the Great Wilderness Prison Heaven Finger Technique!"

Upon hearing these words, Zhenyuanzi furrowed his brow, "It seems these are your clansmen, huh. Today, the Literary Sage just went through a battle, I won't disturb anymore, I'll come visit another day."