Chapter 252: The Oldest Life Born of the Origin Realm

In the span of a few breaths.

The pursuers who had been so ferocious moments ago had already turned into clumps of yellow earth, scattering with the wind, their ashes strewn across the ground.

Those present stared in a daze, dumbstruck, unable to come back to their senses, immersed in the terrifying methods of Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei.

Saints!!

Their feeling was not wrong—this overwhelming aura could not be mistaken; the two who had arrived were Saints, beings on the level of gods and demons.

Those who become gods and demons—who among them is not a renowned existence that shakes the Myriad Wastes Realm?

Especially Saints, it was impossible no one knew of them.

Yet the two Saints before them, they had never seen, never heard of.

Not people of this world?

They suddenly recalled the words spoken by Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei.

"Tell me, what is the situation of your world." Ashiya Wei spoke coolly, his voice clear and cold, betraying no emotion.

The crowd, upon hearing this, could not help but tremble.

They could not judge whether these two, powerful as gods and demons, had previously acted to save them, or merely wished to kill on a whim.

At the same time they were filled with doubt—what did it mean that this world was a Corner world of the shattered Origin Realm, and what did it mean that their people were Flowing with the Origin Realm?

That beyond the Myriad Wastes Realm there were other worlds—this was common knowledge in the Myriad Wastes Realm.

Because long ago, the Myriad Wastes Realm had come into contact with these worlds, connected with them, exchanging visits and interactions, but… people of other worlds were far weaker than those of the Myriad Wastes Realm, rarely reaching the level of gods and demons.

Therefore those who reached the level of gods and demons were all famous, yet none matched the appearance of the two before them.

Nor had they heard of a world called the Origin Realm.

"My lord…"

An elder among them stepped forward, cupped his hands in salute, thanked Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei; the others, seeing this, cupped their hands in turn, sincerely grateful for the rescue, and spoke of the situation in the Myriad Wastes Realm.

Unlike Earth, the humans of this world were not at the apex, but squeezed in the cracks, struggling to survive.

As for people of other worlds, life was even harder.

Basically, people from other worlds all fled to the human lands of the Myriad Wastes Realm to seek shelter.

"Saints." Ashiya Dou murmured within his heart.

According to what these people said, it was only ten thousand years ago that the human race of the Myriad Wastes Realm produced its first god—that is, a Saint—and through subsequent ten thousand years of development, up to the present era, it had reached an unprecedented peak, birthing twelve Saints.

For a single race to produce twelve Saints was absolutely powerful; even other races did not necessarily have a situation where twelve Saints coexisted.

Clearly, after ten thousand years of development, the human race had risen into the top ten among all races of the Myriad Wastes Realm.

Ten thousand years ago, they were merely food among the great races, unable to break into the top hundred; ten thousand years later, ranked in the top ten—this pace of development could be called terrifying. If given a few more thousand or ten thousand years, it was not impossible they might climb to the very peak of the races.

Precisely because of this, a race ranked in the top ten could not sit still, and united with other races to wipe out the human race, strangling this terrifyingly potential race in its cradle.

"My lord, we can serve you like oxen and horses, you can have our lives if you wish, let us be slaves for generations—only ask that you save the human lands, save the Saints."

An elder knelt down, his eyes red, pleading.

Once his words were spoken, the others all knelt, kowtowing without cease; some kowtowed until their heads bled.

Even when previously hunted, they had never begged for mercy, but now, facing the mortal peril of the human race, they knelt, only hoping those before them could lend a hand.

Their ancestors had gone forward one after another, giving their whole lives, generation after generation, to win the present prosperity; they were unwilling to watch all their ancestors' sacrifices be ruined. Even if it meant death, even if it meant being slaves or servants, as long as they could protect the Saints, protect the domain of survival, they were willing.

In the end, Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei agreed.

Not for their pleas, not because of any slave or servant conditions they offered, but only because those who asked them were, like them, of the human race, Flowing with the Origin Realm.

An invisible, gentle force lifted the kowtowing crowd, healing their wounds.

Ashiya Dou looked at the crowd.

"You are humans, the noble ones who Flow with the Origin Realm; no one can make you bend your knees. I do not wish to see you do this again."

At this moment Ashiya Wei was also watching them.

"Humans are not weak, not lowly, not food in the eyes of others, but beings revered by all races—the oldest life born of the Origin Realm. No one may bully you."

His voice rang firm and clear, carrying an unquestionable tone, a measure of pride.

As if a treasured peak unsheathed, sharp and fierce; where the sword pointed, the clamor thundered like rolling thunder, like bells and cauldrons striking, rousing the deaf, striking the ears of everyone present, piercing straight into the soul.

They were all stunned.

We humans are the oldest life? And beings revered by all races?

For the first time, they heard such an evaluation of humans. Setting aside the claim of being the oldest life, just the notion of being revered by all races—humans were actually this powerful…

If anyone else had spoken these words, those present would not have believed it, and would have thought the speaker a fool. But the one who spoke was no ordinary person—he was of the Saint level, and like them, merely a person from another world.

"Thank you for your aid, my lord; we will never forget it in this lifetime, nor will the people of this realm forget your help. By the way, my name is Ming Hong—I still do not know how to address the two of you."

The crowd cupped their hands, each introducing themselves.

"Ashiya Dou."

"Ashiya Wei."

When Ashiya Dou and the other gave their names, those present could not help but be astonished—these names… were they from the same household? Were they relatives?

"I never expected the two lords to be relatives—truly incredible." Someone could not help but speak out, deeply shaken.

This was no flattery, but the truth.

One had to know that Saints of the Myriad Wastes Realm were no small figures—they were powerful; one might not appear among several hundred million people, yet these two were relatives.

Two Saints emerging from one household—how could it not shake the heart?

"Wei and I are not relatives, merely fellow servants of the Ashiya household." Ashiya Dou shook his head.

Uh…

The crowd was bewildered—not relatives? Then why were their names so similar? Not relatives, yet with similar names, and both Saints—this was even less likely than two Saints coming from one household.

Wait!

Did I hear that right? A servant?!!!

Everyone present looked as if they'd seen a ghost, convinced they were hallucinating; some even felt like cursing aloud.

My lord, are you guys kidding? A servant? Are you pulling our legs!?

Seeing the expressions of Ashiya To and Ashiya Kiki—the madness and reverence they displayed whenever mentioning the Ashiya clan—everyone grew utterly frenzied, on the verge of losing their minds.

This is a Sage!! Not some cabbage on the street! Not some weakling, but a mighty being who can protect an entire clan—and yet he serves as a servant to a single family.

Impossible to imagine how powerful this family must be.

What kind of family could possibly make a Sage their servant?

To ease this shock—or perhaps fearing Ashiya To and Ashiya Kiki might misinterpret their stunned silence—Ming Hong quickly replied.

"Even if you two are servants, you must surely be the strongest among the Ashiya clan's servants..."

Before he could finish, Ashiya To cut him off.

"To and I are merely two of the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions of the Ashiya clan—not the strongest servants."