Chapter 121: She Seems a Bit Dim-Witted

"Xuan Bird."

"Do you wish to become a Saint?"

The reply remained indifferent and cold.

But in an instant, the Xuan Bird jumped up entirely, her wings flapping rapidly, her emotions extremely agitated!

Compared to those cold words, she was more concerned with the content of the other party's message.

Do you wish to become a Saint?

Become a Saint!

As a descendant of Zi Feng, as a descendant of a Great Demon in the Saint Realm, Mo Li knew very well what the word "Saint" represented, and what kind of powerful and terrifying existence a creature of the Saint Realm truly was.

That was a state where the very essence of life had undergone a complete transformation.

It was a majestic creature that had reached the end of the path of Refining the Mortal, sufficient to be crowned with the title of Saint.

Every single Saint was practically a legend of their race.

The Saint Realm!

Since the ancient times, the world had gradually declined.

There were almost no creatures left in the world who could seek the path to the Saint Realm.

Take the Human Race, for example; even when they were at their most powerful, suppressing the mountains and rivers and establishing a Supreme Divine Dynasty, there were only a few Saints.

The Human Race was powerful, having seized the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth, beloved by the world, and residing in the Central Plains, the most spiritually rich place between heaven and earth; for a million years, God Dynasties had risen and fallen, and their orthodoxy had become increasingly prosperous.

Strong individuals emerged in succession, experts were as numerous as clouds, and through the accumulation of vast ages, those who reached the realm of First Grade Sub-Sage were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, countless!

Yet even with such a massive base, only nine Saints had emerged to establish their orthodoxies, known as the Nine Great Sacred Lands, each suppressing the Central Plains.

As for the Confucian Saint, Mo Li had heard from her own ancestor that such Saints could only be considered pseudo-Saints who relied upon Humanity.

They could not attain eternal life, could not attain freedom, and had various restrictions; though they could be glorious for a time, they ultimately could not attain the true fruit.

So, counting properly.

There were only nine Saints.

They were considered the source of the Human Race's Luck over the past million years.

Nine is the extreme of numbers; after the nine Saints, the Luck of the Human Race had declined day by day.

Although a thousand years ago, the Human Race had a Tianji Shangren who defied heaven to change fate, wishing to forcibly gather the great momentum of Humanity and forcibly push out a Saint to restart the Supreme Divine Court, using the name of Great Zhou to suppress the mountains and rivers.

Unfortunately, it was interrupted midway, causing countless deaths and injuries, and the Human Race was completely devastated, never to recover its former glory.

Saint, the weight of this word was too heavy.

So heavy that one person alone could suppress an entire era.

So heavy that every cultivator, when stepping onto the path of cultivation, had once deeply yearned in their heart to be that child of Destiny, capable of proving the Dao and becoming a Saint, leaving behind their own immortal legend.

Such a creature, if only one could emerge.

They would be a majestic creature capable of suppressing the entire world.

Do not look at the Human Race as declining now, each generation worse than the last, but if a Saint could emerge for the Human Race at this moment.

Then immediately, everything could be reversed.

Reaching the highest heavens and the deepest springs, their might would suppress the six directions and eight wastelands, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

None would dare not revere them!

This was the power of a Saint, the strongest creature under the firmament of this era.

If she could inherit the orthodoxy of this Saint and receive their personal instruction, perhaps she would truly have a chance to glimpse that legendary realm.

"Sen... Senior!"

"Mo Li, does Mo Li have a chance to become a Saint?"

The Xuan Bird replied tremblingly.

"You can."

"However, I have a request."

Unexpectedly, the Xuan Bird received a reply very quickly.

Mo Li's mouth hung open, her expression extremely exaggerated.

"Senior, please speak; Mo Li is willing to devote her utmost to the Saint, until her heart stops beating!"

With a heaven-defying opportunity before her, Mo Li made up her mind.

Regardless of what the Saint's request was, she must do her absolute best to satisfy the Saint.

"I am similar to your ancestor; due to some reasons, it is inconvenient for me to appear in the world at this moment."

"I need you to walk in this world for me."

"If I leave seclusion in the future, I may grant you the position of a personal disciple."

"Are you willing?"

In the courtyard.

Xiao Zhenger looked up at the sky with some surprise; on the tree branch nearby, that Xiao Yanzi was nodding repeatedly at the air like a madman.

It made him very confused.

This little bird, it hasn't gone crazy, has it?

Mo Li ignored Xiao Zhenger's gaze and continued to reply to Li Xiang.

"I await the Saint's command!"

She had thought her situation was miserable enough, inexplicably beaten up by a group of Humanity experts and having her cultivation scattered.

And then being picked up by two children to be kept as a pet.

It could be said that life as a bird was difficult.

But now, she actually had the chance to obtain the inheritance of a Demon Race Saint.

In an instant, she felt that all this grievance was worth it!

One must know.

Among the Demon Race, any creature capable of stepping into the Saint Realm can leave a heavy mark in history, almost all becoming mythical figures of the Demon Race, sacrificed to and worshipped by later generations.

What kind of honor is this.

Perhaps, she also had a chance to become a legend.

Like the Demon Race Great Emperor Qinglong, who emerged in the world ten thousand years ago, in an era when the Human Race held absolute power.

In that era when Humanity ruled the orthodoxy, the Supreme Divine Dynasty resided high above the Six Heavens, and the Demon Race barely had a place to stand.

Demons were branded with the name of evil spirits, and Human Race cultivators kept them as livestock, ate their flesh and blood, refined their Essence Blood, and took their inner cores to aid their cultivation.

Great Emperor Qinglong rose from the mortal dust during that darkest of eras.

With the body of the humblest grass carp, he went against the heavens all the way, pushed aside all opponents, and forcibly reversed his bloodline into a True Dragon, took that step, and attained the Dao to become a Saint.

With the body of a True Dragon, he fought the Human Race God Dynasty.

He forcibly carved out a world for my Demon Race in the darkest of eras, allowing them to have a place to rest.

Afterwards, with supreme courage, he launched a counterattack on the Six Heavens.

Risking annihilation, risking the backlash of the Human Race's momentum at its peak, he dragged the then-thriving Human Race Divine Court down from the Six Heavens, directly beating the unified Human Race into silence for ten thousand years.

If not for the revival of the Holy Lands in the Central Plains, the Great Emperor would have likely pushed through the Central Plains as well.

His life was full of hardships; he was either fighting or on the way to fight.

From a grass carp to a True Dragon, he forcibly fought for a path of survival for my Demon Race.

He did not seek longevity, nor did he seek power, willing to die to win a chance at life for his descendants.

Can I, Mo Li, also have a chance to possess such grace?

Thinking and thinking, she almost fell off the tree branch again.

It was not until a message came that she woke up from her fantasy.

"Right, how did you contact me?"

"I do not remember having summoned you."

Li Xiang asked.

His tone remained calm, as if nothing could cause a fluctuation in his emotions.

Mo Li was somewhat surprised.

The reason she was able to find the Saint was mainly because he used the holy object 【Tongtian Token】 to broadcast information over a large area.

Within a hundred miles, any Demon cultivator who had reached the Second Grade could sense the message within it.

However, looking at the Saint's meaning, it seemed he did not know the situation?

Mo Li pondered for a moment and immediately understood.

That's it!

The Saint just said that she was a creature from the same era as the ancestor, or even more ancient.

With the Saint's power, where would he need to do these trivial things himself?

It must have been done by servants.

The Saint had just awakened and might not have considered these minor details at all.

On the tree branch, Mo Li was frantically imagining things.

Ancient books in the clan once recorded.

Today, the world has changed, and it seems Saints can no longer exist in the world for long.

They are too powerful and are not tolerated by the world, so a thousand years after becoming a Saint, they must either perish in the mortal world or step into the Nine Heavens Palace.

The heavens are divided into nine layers, and the top three layers cannot be entered by anyone but a Saint.

Since ancient times, many mysteries have been passed down.

Some say the top is the wreckage of the Ancient Heavenly Court, where the final method of longevity remains.

Some say there is a divine path to the Heaven Beyond Heaven, and those Saints have already left this world.

These creatures named Saints, after their time is up, mostly have to step into it.

Of course, if one really wants to exist in the world for a long time, there is another treacherous path.

Self-severing a blade, lowering one's own cultivation, and then using secret methods or divine objects to suppress oneself, forcibly crossing the ages.

Her own ancestor, Zi Feng, was like this.

He self-severed a blade, crossed the ages, traversed the red dust, suppressed the Demon Race's Luck, and deterred the Human Race from afar in the Southern Wilderness.

Such a self-severed Saint, although not as powerful as in the past, is still far superior to an ordinary First Grade; once he appears in the world, he is still invincible.

It is just that after self-severing a blade, his Dao foundation collapses, and he is bound to die within three years of appearing in the world.

Therefore, very few Saints are willing to self-sever a blade.

Only our Demon Race's Great Saint, in order to continue the race, self-severed a blade and lived in seclusion, acting as our Demon Race's reliance to deter the Human Race.

Thinking of this.

Mo Li suddenly became even more respectful toward this Saint hiding near Chiyang County.

She muttered to herself.

Even if Senior Black Mountain does not accept her as a disciple, it is only right for her to do some things for him.

This is a Saint who is willing to give up longevity and cultivation for the future of the Demon Race and for the creatures of the Demon Race.

He is worthy of the reverence of all the Demon Race.

"Senior, it is Mo Li who did not consider things thoroughly."

"I failed to consider that you have been in seclusion for too long, Senior, and do not even have a servant by your side."

"To think that you, Senior, still need to operate this item yourself."

"Your great virtue toward the Demon Race shall never be forgotten by this junior; in the future, I will certainly return to the clan to build a temple and offer sacrifices to you, Senior."

"Hm?"

Li Xiang was puzzled.

What was Xuan Niao talking about?

"The reason this junior was able to contact the Saint is because you, Senior, used the sacred item, the Tongtian Token."

"This item is quite special; it is refined using the bloodline and Luck of the Demon Race. When using it, if one does not adjust it, surrounding members of the Demon Race can hear the transmission; if adjusted, one can conduct private communication."

"Your cultivation is peerless, Senior, so I assume that in daily life, this item is usually used by servants, and you did not notice this matter, which is why I was able to hear it."

Xuan Niao explained earnestly.

Li Xiang's brows slowly relaxed.

So that was why; he had swiped a Token from Bai Ze, never expecting it to have such an effect.

"Senior, your great kindness and virtue toward the Demon Race shall never be forgotten by this junior!"

"Whatever arrangements you have, this junior will certainly do whatever I can!"

City South.

Inside the kitchen, Li Xiang watched the fragmented words continuously flowing from the Token.

His expression grew increasingly confused.

"This Xuan Niao doesn't seem very bright."

"Usually, I am the one who goes to conquer others."

"How is it that she seems to be conquering herself?"

Li Xiang was puzzled as he looked at the messages Xuan Niao sent.

Xuan Niao seemed to have already imagined an image for him: one who, for the sake of the Demon Race, sacrificed himself, severed his own cultivation, deterred the Human Race, and sought a way out for the Demon Race.

This made Li Xiang feel somewhat surprised, and he muttered to himself while holding the Token.

"Don't be like this; the way you are acting..."

"It makes me look very unprofessional..."

(End of this chapter)