Chapter 514: Destroy the Buddhist Child, Spread the Heavens

Boom! As Feng Bo Ping activated his Steal Heaven Sacred Dao, the Buddha's power was continuously siphoned away, growing ever weaker until his body became a phantom, shattered by a single stroke of Feng Bo Ping's Heavenly Tribulation Light.

At that moment, a beam of Buddhist light suddenly shone from behind the Buddhist Sacred Mountain—it was the Buddha's true body; the one in the hall had merely been his projected avatar.

With the avatar dissolving, the Buddha's true form appeared, and with a gesture, boundless Buddhist Dharma enveloped the area, transforming the four sides of the hall into brilliant golden radiance as he unleashed his own Buddha Dao Domain.

Feng Bo Ping smirked faintly and activated his own domain: the Steal Heaven Ultimate Domain.

Within the domain, sacred dao currents flowed, and as they rubbed against the Buddha's domain, they stole power from the Buddha's Dao Domain.

In a prolonged battle, he would only grow stronger with each clash, continuously siphoning his opponent's strength.

The Buddha seemed to sense Feng Bo Ping's threat; his expression darkened as he murmured, "Flowers are not flowers, fruits are fruits—power stolen from others is never truly yours. If you imitate me, you will fall to me!"

His body suddenly swelled, revealing a majestic Dharma Form, and he deliberately channeled his power toward Feng Bo Ping—but that power carried the Equalizing Sacred Dao, which instead suppressed Feng Bo Ping's own strength.

Feng Bo Ping sneered, and as his sacred dao flowed, he instantly tore apart the chains.

"Masterfully stolen, my theft is not your theft—all things are taken by me!"

He reached out, drawing in the Buddhist light, and his Steal Dao surged, aiming to seize the Buddha's seven emotions and six desires, capture his mind, and steal his will.

Yet as the sacred dao activated, he sensed that within the Buddha's body, his thoughts were utterly empty—desireless, thoughtless, like a stone.

He let out a soft hum of disbelief; he could not believe the man truly had no desires—if so, why establish the Buddhist sect, absorb incense offerings? Even seeking transcendence to the other shore is still a desire.

If he truly had no desires, he was merely an empty shell.

Soon, he realized the Buddha had hidden all his desires within his own sacred dao, making them impossible to detect.

Meanwhile, the Buddha sensed Feng Bo Ping's tactics—and suddenly, a wave of compassion arose within him, as if willingly offering it to Feng Bo Ping.

Feng Bo Ping inadvertently stole it, and a thought surfaced in his heart: to let go, to surrender to Fomen. He immediately severed it.

Their clash was unlike any ordinary martial technique exchange—it was filled with lethal intent at every step, each movement brimming with deadly purpose.

The two clashed their sacred das, neither yielding, while the Buddha unleashed a succession of supreme Buddhist techniques to suppress Feng Bo Ping, and Feng Bo Ping continuously hurled Heavenly Tribulation Light from his palm, shattering Buddhist Dharma.

Countless onlookers watched, dazzled and disoriented; the clash of sages was too swift to follow clearly, yet the boundless tremors of Buddhist Dharma seemed to engulf the entire Sacred Mountain, overwhelming all who witnessed it.

Li Hao had never before seen a sage battle; he could sense the extraordinary sacred dao within—it acted like a bridge, both sides drawing upon heavenly power, as if transformed into immortals, their strength inexhaustible, clashing behind the bridge, fighting within the heavens, each stealing power from the other.

Li Hao faintly understood: in a sage's clash, it is not about strengthening oneself, but about plundering the other.

Cultivation strengthens the self, but the body is limited; yet sharing the same heaven and earth, stealing the opponent's power can greatly amplify one's own.

"Old Feng…"

Li Hao's eyes showed concern—he did not know if Old Feng could win. In this sage clash, he could not even tell who held the upper hand; their energies shifted rapidly, advantages and disadvantages flipping too swiftly to discern.

The Literary Sage and the Master Jian Sheng wore grim expressions, seeing clearly—they were not Third Calamity Sages, still lacking the Heavenly Tribulation, lacking the indestructible body; yet now they could see that neither could kill the other, for having endured the Heavenly Tribulation and been purified by it, they were nearly unkillable.

The only way to defeat the other was to break their sacred dao—but their sacred das were now evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

When sages of equal realm clashed, it was not settled in a few blows; even with both fighting desperately, it might take three days and three nights.

To a sage, this time meant nothing—they could move heaven and earth, their stamina endless, never feeling exhaustion.

Boom! A beam of Buddhist light was launched, deflected, and struck distant Buddhist structures, instantly reducing a whole section to dust.

The shockwaves from their clash left hundreds of thousands of spectators trembling; such a scene of heaven collapsing and earth splitting was unprecedented.

They felt as if even indestructible dao had shattered; crimson hues appeared within the Buddhist light, like a catastrophic apocalypse—as if the heavens themselves had been burned through.

"Amitabha Buddha, boundless Buddhist sea, Infinite Seal!"

Suddenly, a low chant echoed—behind the Buddhist Sacred Mountain, another brilliant Buddhist light erupted, followed by a colossal palm imprint riding the light.

In an instant, the palm overshadowed the entire Sacred Mountain, blotting out the light, hiding sun and moon—a ten-thousand-zhang Buddhist palm, as if ready to completely cover the mountaintop.

The palm crashed down, brimming with boundless Buddhist sutras; Feng Bo Ping's expression hardened, and he raised his hand—massive Heavenly Tribulation Light surged from his palm, coalescing into a dazzling, blinding silver-white divine spear, which he hurled forward.

The spear pierced the palm, tearing a gaping hole; boundless tribulation lightning flashed, transforming into countless silver threads.

The Literary Sage and Master Jian Sheng's expressions changed slightly as they turned toward the Buddhist sect—there, seated upon a lotus platform, floated a Buddha draped in a deep red kasaya, and before him hung a pale green oil lamp.

The lamp's wick burned weakly, its flame flickering, yet amid the roaring tremors, the flame merely swayed slightly, never extinguished.

They knew: this was the Buddhist sect's Second Sage, the Green Lamp Buddha.

Feng Bo Ping also sensed him, his eyes narrowing slightly, yet his expression remained fearless.

"It's the Green Lamp Buddha—the Buddhist sect's Second Sage!"

"They say he has cultivated for an immeasurable age, extremely mysterious; though his temples are few, his followers are all nobles and royalty."

"A thousand years in darkness, one lamp brings light—the Green Lamp Buddha is the eternal lamp of Fomen; it's said his cultivation age surpasses even the Buddha's!"

Seeing the Green Lamp Buddha, countless onlookers erupted in excited murmurs.

Many had heard of this mysterious Buddha, yet few had ever glimpsed his true form.

"Master…"

Jue Ming saw the Green Lamp Buddha, his expression changed, and he immediately bowed his head.

The Green Lamp Buddha's face was expressionless—neither compassionate nor filled with murderous intent; yet on his lotus platform, the pale green oil lamp suddenly flared with a hazy green glow.

He raised his hand, using Buddhist Dharma as oil, igniting the lamp—instantly, Buddhist light surged like golden flames across the sky.

"Infinite Buddha Realm, Wheel of Rebirth Beyond!"

The Green Lamp Buddha murmured; under the Buddhist light, his domain spread, and a dark, absolute light emerged—seemingly capable of siphoning all vitality.

Feng Bo Ping's eyes narrowed, and his Steal Heaven Ultimate Domain contracted.

On the other side, the Buddha also struck—behind his Dharma Form appeared a thousand palm imprints, each representing a lifetime of suffering accumulated over a thousand reincarnations, now all descending upon Feng Bo Ping to burden him with a thousand lifetimes of torment.

Boom! Feng Bo Ping's body suddenly vanished, then reappeared before the Green Lamp Buddha, reaching out toward the lamp, his Steal power siphoning—the wick trembled violently, and a drop of lamp oil was stolen.

The Green Lamp Buddha's expression remained blank, but a flash of green light erupted in his eyes—the stolen lamp oil in Feng Bo Ping's hand instantly ignited into green flame, rapidly spreading over his entire body, engulfing him.

The burning body writhed, then fell still, dissolving into the wind.

The Green Lamp Buddha looked up—and saw Feng Bo Ping standing calmly elsewhere; the one who reached for the oil had merely been a projected avatar.

"Little rat, get ready—we're leaving."

On the battlefield, Li Hao, still worried, suddenly heard Old Feng's voice in his mind.

He blinked, then secretly exhaled a sigh of relief.

If Old Feng truly fought to the death here against the Buddhist sect, he might not come out ahead—this was their sacred ground, their territory; Old Feng was isolated and outnumbered, unable to gain advantage.

Now, to escape, he must leave with Old Feng. Li Hao scanned the crowd below and saw many familiar faces: Elder Yao Zu, and earlier supporters like Hearing Zhan Tan and Ye Zu—all now staring upward at the sage clash, lost in awe.

But one gaze remained fixed on him.

When he looked, their eyes met instantly.

Li Hao's eyes flickered slightly; he smiled at Lin Lin Qingying, signaling her not to worry.

He knew he could not entangle himself with her now—otherwise he would drag her into danger.

With the Master Jian Sheng protecting her, and her being the Holy Maiden of the Sword Ancestor's sect, the Buddhist sect would not dare touch her lightly.

He turned his gaze away, then suddenly realized his foot was still crushing the Twin Buddha Child.

His eyes flashed with cold light—he had hesitated earlier, fearing the Buddha's intervention, and had not struck hard at the Twin Buddha Child—but now the Buddha himself had shown no restraint.

He no longer needed to hold back; his entire power surged.

"You!"

The Twin Buddha Child sensed Li Hao's killing intent, his face turning pale.

Earlier, though Li Hao had subdued him, he knew Li Hao dared not kill him—fearing the Buddha's retaliation. But now, everything was different.

His eyes filled with shock, fury, and madness; he roared for help, unleashing the last remnants of his Buddhist-Demon aura.

But the Eternal Dao Domain crushed him mercilessly, pinning him into a deep pit. Li Hao raised his hand—sword qi within the domain shot like needles, piercing through in an instant, turning the Twin Buddha Child's body into a sieve.

Blood erupted everywhere; the Twin Buddha Child's unleashed power was instantly shattered, his skull cracked, his body torn apart, and in moments, he became a pool of blood.

But Li Hao did not stop—he knew the Twin Buddha Child could regenerate from a single drop of blood, yet even regeneration had flaws. He now concentrated his sword qi like a coiling dragon, endlessly sweeping across the blood-soaked ground, shredding every drop.

And before he struck, he had already activated the Fatal Property.

Now, with the attack's overdrive triggering, even a one-percent chance of the Fatal Property activated repeatedly.

One drop of blood after another was extinguished; terrifying plundering power seeped in—within one drop, a terrified roar erupted, but the moment it began, it was cut off.

The commotion drew attention from some observers; when they saw Li Hao on the battlefield reduce the Twin Buddha Child to pulp, a chorus of horrified screams erupted.

This top Buddhist prodigy, a sage reincarnated, had been slaughtered by Li Hao in this manner! Outside, Jue Ming and numerous Buddhist semi-sages sensed the sudden change, froze in shock, then erupted in fury, charging toward Li Hao.

With the sages clashing above, the earlier rules of the Heavenly Prodigy Tournament seemed erased—they sought to preserve the Twin Buddha Child's blood, for only then could he survive.

If he perished here, he would be reborn again, and this generation's Heavenly Prodigy Tournament would be over for him.

"Monster, stop!"

Jue Ming, the closest, roared, his Buddhist eyes blazing as he slammed a palm toward Li Hao.

Li Hao's gaze was ruthless—he had held back earlier, not fully revealing his ultimate realms, for fear of attracting sage scrutiny; but now his identity was exposed, and he no longer cared.

Immortalize!

In an instant, his sixth ultimate realm manifested; heavenly power surged toward him.

Heavenly veins erupted behind Li Hao like a hurricane, immense power gathering on the battlefield; standing on the arena, he looked like a youthful war god.

Facing the swarm of Buddhist semi-sages rushing toward him, he glared and roared: "Crush them all!!"

The Eternal Dao Domain erupted, like a heavenly furnace; boundless sword qi enveloped the area. The domain surged forward, its power greatly amplified under his Immortalized state, trapping all the Buddhist semi-sages within.

The domain was immune to group attacks—even as dozens of semi-sages assaulted it, they were all blocked and suppressed.

Seeing this, countless onlookers fell silent again—was this the boy's true form, his true power?!

Li Hao suppressed the semi-sages but did not stop—he continued swiftly annihilating the Twin Buddha Child's blood, and in moments, all of it was shattered!

The blood was not his divine blood; destroying it was easier.

All this happened in an instant. When the last drop of blood was extinguished, the Green Lamp Buddha lowered his gaze, and a flicker of anger surfaced in his eyes.

He raised his hand and flicked a single drop of green lamp oil toward Li Hao.

The oil pierced through the Eternal Dao Domain, trailing green flames as it moved, igniting Li Hao's domain itself! Li Hao felt the domain burning, his power being boiled away, his face turning grim—he sensed an invincible sacred dao power within the oil.

"A holy one bullying a junior? Aren't you ashamed?!"

As the green lamp drew near, Feng Bo Ping's figure suddenly appeared beside Li Hao, yanking him up and vanishing to another location while extinguishing the clinging green flame.

"How dare you be so cruel!"

The Buddha Lord's consciousness swiftly probed—only to discover the Twin Buddha Sons' aura had truly vanished, utterly eradicated by Li Hao!

He could have regenerated from a single drop of blood, yet in an instant, all his blood had been purged by Li Hao.

"Violating the rules, slaying a Buddha Son—your sins are unforgivable!"

The Buddha Lord gazed down at Li Hao, his solemn expression now tinged with coldness. Feng Bo Ping sneered: "You break the rules, but forbid others to retaliate? Today, my son and I are done with you. When Hao Tian becomes a Saint, we'll settle accounts with you!"

As he spoke, he wasted no more words, instantly activating his Saintly Dao, enveloping Li Hao, and turning to depart.

"You think you can come and go as you please? It's not that easy!"

The Green Lamp Buddha muttered coldly—yet his voice carried the weight of Sacred Sound, like the laws of the Dao. To ordinary ears, it sounded like ancient, mysterious whispers, indistinct and unfathomable.

Outside the Buddha Sect's sacred grounds, forbidden laws surged violently. A brilliant Buddhist light rose from the Sacred Mountain, streaking toward Feng Bo Ping's trail.

Feng Bo Ping unleashed an eerie body technique, moving without trace—yet the Buddhist light still locked onto him. He saw a third eye open on the Green Lamp Buddha's forehead—the eye was tracking him.

BOOM! The Buddhist light struck. Feng Bo Ping spun and slapped it away—there was a thunderous shockwave, and his body staggered backward.

His expression changed slightly. His form flickered again; he activated his Saintly Dao, stealing through the cracks of heaven and earth, his movement bizarre, combined with traversal through the Void's Abyss—suddenly, he appeared thousands of li beyond the Buddha Sect.

In Li Hao's vision, the vast Buddha Sect sacred grounds shrank into a tiny speck in the distance. This was only because his body was extraordinarily strong and his vision exceptionally keen; an ordinary person would already be unable to glimpse the towering sacred mountain.

They appeared in a desolate wasteland. Feng Bo Ping didn't pause—he instantly vanished again, carrying Li Hao away.

On the Buddha Sect's sacred mountain, the Green Lamp Buddha's face was dark. The opponent's body technique was too fast. This Thief Saint was famed for his mobility; ten years ago, before crossing the Heavenly Tribulation, he could already traverse all sacred grounds. Now that he'd crossed the Tribulation, only the Ultimate Saint could possibly stop him.

In just moments, even his Green Lamp Buddha Eye had lost the opponent's aura.

Feng Bo Ping came swiftly and left just as fast. With Li Hao taken, the battle atop the Buddha Sect's sacred mountain ended.

At this moment, everyone was stunned. When they came to their senses, countless people looked around, searching for the Thief Saint's figure—but saw nothing. Even the peerless youth on the battlefield had vanished.

"That Hao Tian was taken by the Thief Saint!"

"So terrifying—is this what a Saint-level battle looks like? I don't understand a thing, but it's incredibly shocking."

"Compared to the Saint battle, I just saw Hao Tian use his Dao Domain to suppress dozens of Buddha Sect Semi-Saints—did I imagine that?"

Murmurs erupted from the crowd; the sudden twists in this quota battle were astonishing, and this event might even spread beyond the Canglan Realm, reverberating through the myriad heavens.

"The Twin Buddha Sons were crushed!"

"Didn't he regenerate from a single drop of blood? Why didn't he revive from all that blood on the ground?"

"I saw Hao Tian continuously strike the blood with sword qi—seemingly shattering the Daoic consciousness within every drop!"

The ground was covered in blood—but the blood had no vitality, no sign of healing.

On the sacred mountain, amid the noisy chatter, the numerous Buddha Sect Semi-Saints remained strangely silent, their faces grim and shifting with complex emotions.

They had all struck simultaneously—and been suppressed by that boy at once. It was simply unbelievable.

Letting this tiger return to the mountains—if this boy becomes a Saint one day, he will be a great threat to the Buddha Sect.

The Green Lamp Buddha glanced at the Buddha Lord, said nothing, his figure blurring slightly before vanishing from the Buddha Hall.

The Buddha Lord's expression was grim, showing no hint of amusement; the boy's final words had pierced the Buddha Sect's heart like a thorn. He knew: the boy's Saintly Dao seed had already sprouted, and with a little more cultivation, he could forge an embryonic form of Saintly Dao.

At that point, in the Semi-Saint realm, if he accumulated enough incense, he could step into sainthood.

And with the Thief Saint protecting him, he would inevitably gather sufficient incense.

He fell silent for a moment. Under the gazes of the Literary Saint and the Master Master Jian Sheng, his face expressionless, he softly chanted a Buddha mantra: "This child has fallen into the demonic path, cultivated into a great demon. The Buddha Sect vows to rally all under heaven to exterminate this demon. Those who provide information shall receive a supreme Buddha relic. Those who take his head shall be granted three hundred cities' worth of incense!"

Hearing the Buddha Lord's words, everyone was stunned.

Three hundred cities' worth of incense—enough to allow a Semi-Saint to attain sainthood!

Such a staggering reward—this was treating the boy as if he were a Saint.

Countless hearts stirred—but when they recalled the boy's power, and the fact that he was protected by a Three Calamities Saint, attempting to sever his head would be no easier than killing a newly ascended Saint.

The four realms of a Saint each correspond to one calamity: Human, Earth, and Heaven Calamities correspond to Human Saint, Earth Saint, and Heaven Saint. After crossing all three calamities, the Saintly Dao is perfected, and one may attain the position of Ultimate Saint.

"That Hao Tian took first place in the Canglan Realm. If we kill him, who will represent Canglan in the Supreme Prodigy War?"

"Exactly. His strength is terrifying even among the myriad heavens—he might even win first place! If he claims the top spot in the Supreme Prodigy War, Canglan's fortune will surge, its energy will multiply!"

"Canglan is one of the twenty-three lower realms. If he wins first place in the Supreme Prodigy War, he might even elevate Canglan to the middle nine realms—as the tenth!"

Many were stunned by the Buddha Lord's grand gesture—but they knew such matters had nothing to do with them. Instead, the Buddha Lord's decree to kill Li Hao struck at their own interests.

Warriors across the Canglan Realm voiced doubts and murmurs.

He had won first place in Canglan. Regardless of his character, he at least represented Canglan in the myriad heavens, capable of securing great fortune for the realm—yet now the Buddha Sect was hunting him down. This struck at everyone's interests.

Hearing the murmurs below, the Buddha Lord remained cold—he had anticipated this. He continued: "The quota battle is concluded. Though this demon child is brutal, he represents Canglan. Until the Supreme Prodigy War ends, the Buddha Sect will not act against him. The execution order takes effect only after the Prodigy War."

The Literary Saint looked at the Buddha Lord and shook his head slightly.

By labeling the boy a demon, the Buddha had bound himself—he must now eliminate demons.

Besides, the Twin Buddha Sons had been slain. If the Buddha Sect did not react with righteous fury, it would be seen as weak.

Yet now, this boy represents Canglan and has shown astonishing prowess. The world's hearts are conflicted: they know he is a demon, yet they also know he brings benefit to Canglan—and secretly hope the Buddha Sect will forgive him.

Those who harm us are enemies; those who benefit us are friends. Under such primal instincts, the Buddha Sect's notions of good and evil will retreat.

Even a demon, if he benefits Canglan, will be adored by many warriors. It's ironic—but true.

Hearing the Buddha Lord's words, the clamor finally subsided. Many Buddhist followers immediately praised the Buddha Lord's mercy and magnanimity.

Thus, the quota battle ended abruptly. The top ten rankings were finalized. Li Hao remained on the list; having publicly slain the Twin Buddha Sons, the first-place title naturally fell to him.

Lin Lin Shuhai, the Moonlight Saint Son, Chi Guang, and other prodigies wore complex expressions.

They never imagined this first-place contest would trigger so many events.

The Twin Buddha Sons were slain by Li Hao. Li Hao was driven away by the Buddha Sect. What else might unfold in the coming myriad heavens war?

As the grandeur and bustle faded, the audience gradually descended from Mount Fo.

Chi Guang's expression was complex. This battle opened his eyes. The power displayed by Li Hao and the Twin Buddha Sons far surpassed his own. He had thought himself a peerless prodigy—now he saw how far behind he truly was.

If the final top ten prodigies in the myriad heavens war are all this terrifying, he had no hope of entering the top ten.

Seclusion. Cultivation! Chi Guang gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Lin Lin Shuhai and the other prodigies were also deeply shaken. The image of that peerless youth haunted them. All of them descended the mountain, determined to elevate their cultivation before the myriad heavens war began six months later.

The Master Master Jian Sheng glanced at his disciple and noticed Bian Bian Ruxue's Dao aura fluctuating erratically—her heart was in turmoil.

He furrowed his brow, swept her up, and returned with her to the Sword Ancestor's sacred grounds.

The Moonlight Saint Son and other prodigies followed the Semi-Saints like Elder Yao Zu back to the Sword Ancestor's grounds.

Though this battle ended at the Buddha Sect's sacred grounds, across the Canglan Realm, people were buzzing, discussing every detail.

Within the Sword Ancestor's grounds, in the Master Master Jian Sheng's courtyard.

He quietly gazed at his disciple, head bowed, and said softly: "Your Dao heart has shifted—this is deeply tied to that boy. Do you know him?"

Merely being awed by his power shouldn't cause this.

Hearing his master's words, Bian Bian Ruxue's heart trembled. She knew her master saw through her like a mirror—she couldn't hide it.

Besides, she had never intended to hide it. Yet now, her mind was filled with tangled thoughts, and she questioned herself.

She looked up at her master. Beneath those deep, calm eyes, her heart suddenly felt a sliver of peace. She whispered: "He's the fiancé I told you about—my human fiancé."

The Master Master Jian Sheng's eyes flickered. He had suspected—but never imagined such a close relationship.

That brilliant sword prodigy was his disciple's fiancé?!

He had brought Bian Bian Ruxue to the Sacred Lands of the Saints and learned of her human past—but never probed deeply. Now he questioned her carefully.

Bian Bian Ruxue recounted everything honestly.

After listening, the courtyard fell into brief silence.

"So, you ascended the sword path, displaying extraordinary sword talent since childhood—because that boy casually guided you."

The Master Master Jian Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Yet he said the boy had never liked sword practice since childhood—he was most interested in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

He recalled recently, when tracing that feeling of being watched, seeing the boy carving something—twice. Indeed, as Bian Bian Ruxue said, he was skilled in this art.

"If what you say is true—that he never studied swordplay, yet wields sword Dao with such mastery—even a Saint reincarnated couldn't explain it. Unless…"

"Unless what?"

Bian Bian Ruxue froze, looking at her master. A nameless emotion stirred in her heart—fear.

"Unless he is a Sword Immortal reincarnated."

The Master Master Jian Sheng murmured, his expression calm: "Or… the one and only Sword Prodigy in the myriad heavens—unparalleled, unmatched in countless eons."

Bian Bian Ruxue was stunned. She hadn't expected her master to hold Li Hao in such high regard.

"Sword Immortals are legends—vague and intangible. Compared to that…" The Master Master Jian Sheng glanced at his disciple but said no more.

It was better to believe the boy was truly a once-in-a-billion prodigy than to cling to the myth of a Sword Immortal reincarnation.

Even he, deep inside, felt a flicker of longing—how much more so for other sword cultivators?

He doesn't practice swordplay, yet at under thirty, he has entered the Dao through the sword. Any sword cultivator hearing this would be enraged to the point of vomiting blood, their Dao heart cracking.

"But now he has angered the Buddha Sect. Their wanted decree is merely a facade. The real killing blow will come elsewhere. His situation will be extremely dire—unless he stays with the Thief Saint, or seeks protection from his sect. But you said he comes from the mortal realm. My guess was wrong—he has no sect."

As the Master Master Jian Sheng thought of this, he felt a pang of sorrow.

Had he known the boy had no sect, he would have done anything to bring this prodigy into his own. Now, he had missed him.

And the boy is your fiancé. If both of you cultivate into Sword Saints, united as one, it would be a legendary tale.

He sighed inwardly, filled with regret.

Bian Bian Ruxue heard her master's words, her face changing. She hurriedly said: "Master, then you…"

The Master Master Jian Sheng knew what she wanted to ask. He sighed: "Since your bond with him is so close, I will offer him some protection. But he is currently guarded by the Thief Saint—he may not need it. Don't dwell on it. Focus on your cultivation. Your sword has entered the Dao. Once you've chosen this path, don't look back."

Speaking of this, he gave Bian Bian Ruxue a long look, then waved his hand for her to withdraw.

Bian Bian Ruxue paused, then silently stepped back.

Not long after the quota battle ended, the quota of Canglan Realm underwent a shocking change, and the news spread to the myriad worlds.

In a sacred site within one of the Seven Central Realms.

"This is the projection of the Canglan Realm's prodigy battle—take a look."

"Master, aside from those few prodigies from the Upper Three Realms, is there anyone else worth noting?"

"Look first, then speak."

"This is…"

Within the realm-stone projection, Li Hao's clash with the Twin Buddha Disciple was recorded, including the subsequent shock.

"Eternal Dao Domain? It's the Eighth Ultimate Realm—who is this?"

"Lin Qingfeng? General Hao Tian? I've never heard of them."

(End of Chapter)