Chapter 1115: Chapter 1106: Never Satisfied

“It’s always like this… narrowly escaping death all the way, stumbling to become a Saint, and every time disaster strikes, only able to place hope in others, always waiting to be saved…”

Li Ya looked at Ji, feeling a deep sense of unease.

He admired Ji’s fighting spirit, and hated his own weakness.

He had worked so hard, never daring to slack, yet he could never get the chance to be the Savior.

Perhaps this was his fate.

Li Ya felt bitter in his heart, but for some reason, when he thought of Gu An, the suffocation in his heart instantly disappeared.

Why was he not satisfied?

So many old friends had already descended to the Netherworld, yet he had become a Saint, which was already the greatest fortune.

Thinking of this, Li Ya’s eyes became resolute, no longer wallowing in self-pity. He watched Ji slowly straighten his posture, and fighting spirit surged in his heart.

He couldn’t sit still waiting for death!

Even if he didn’t have the strength to fight, he would make his contribution.

He tremblingly raised his right hand, expelled his remaining mana, transforming it into a ray of sword light that drilled into Ji’s body.

Ji’s trembling body suddenly stiffened, while the Chaos Daoist Lord and the Hongmeng Daoist, who were overlooking everything, took this scene in. They did not stop it and even showed some mockery.

This world had already become a formation furnace; these Saints would eventually be refined into pills, squandering mana would only accelerate this process, as all the mana dissipated in this realm would be absorbed into the formation.

Of course, the two Taoist Masters were not deliberately delaying; it was just that the providence of Saints was boundless, making it difficult to refine, and they could only try to stimulate the Saints, forcing them to fight.

Unfortunately, after fighting for so long, only Ji had the power to fight on.

“Even if each of you gives all your mana to him, it’s useless. Dignified Saints, lying there, praying humbly, is truly ironic.”

The Chaos Daoist Lord spoke, continuing to provoke the Saints.

The Saints indeed listened with burning rage, but they were helpless, forced to endure the torment.

Ji slowly raised his head, looking at the two high up Taoist Masters, his gaze remained sharp, undaunted.

In silence, Ji’s fighting spirit boiled over once again, causing more power to erupt from within him. This scene caused the two Taoist Masters to raise their eyebrows in surprise.

“His mana is clearly exhausted, yet he can still generate stronger power. Could this guy’s body harbor some great providence?” questioned the Chaos Daoist to himself, unsure and suspicious.

The Hongmeng Daoist spoke: “The mana given to him by that Saint is very weak, but you overlooked one thing. What that Saint gave was not just mana but also his fighting spirit.”

“Fighting spirit? Is it possible to truly have a power surpassing the Great Dao?” the Chaos Daoist thought to himself.

The Hongmeng Daoist calmly said: “The Great Dao created life, lives create all things. What is life? Having its own will. Only then is it life. An unwilling Great Dao gives rise to willing life; this in itself is a form of evolution. Willpower may perhaps be a higher form of the Great Dao.”

Just as he finished speaking, his gaze turned toward another direction, seeing another Saint stand up.

That Saint was Yang Xian.

Not only did Yang Xian stand up, but he also condensed an even stronger Sword Intent on his body than in his prime, which caught the attention of all Saints.

Yang Xian staggered to his feet, holding a sword that was already damaged, but at this moment, the sword continuously emitted silver-blue Sword Qi.

The Saints were stunned to find that faint starlight appeared in the dim sky, quickly illuminating the sky, plunging the land into brightness.

The Chaos Daoist raised an eyebrow in surprise: “His Sword Dao can actually penetrate our formation and transcend the limitations of the Great Dao.”

“Yes, not just summoning Sword Intent from chaos, he can also transcend time. His Sword Dao achievement is beyond our imagination.”

The Hongmeng Daoist’s eyes flickered with a strange light, filled with astonishment. One Ji was enough to surprise them, yet now there was Yang Xian, a genius of this caliber. He couldn’t comprehend it, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

But at this point, it was impossible for him to retreat.

He had prepared for countless eras for today’s alchemy, and after finally attracting so many Saints, he could not give up.

“Wait, or interrupt?” the Chaos Daoist turned his head to the Hongmeng Daoist and asked.

The Hongmeng Daoist said in a deep voice: “Interrupt, to avoid changes.”

The Chaos Daoist immediately raised his hand, reaching out towards Yang Xian from a distance.

Yang Xian suddenly disappeared, his body flickering to Ji’s side, his Sword Intent merging into Ji’s body.

Ji glanced at him, without speaking, but condensed a terrifying fighting intent, assuming a horse stance, his right hand clenched into a fist, paused at his waist.

Rumble——

The entire world trembled violently, a terrifying power that Ji had never shown before was rapidly condensing, causing the distant Saints to change their expressions drastically.

Long hair flying wildly, Ji’s expression was icily cold, while standing beside him, Yang Xian had a confident smile. His Sword Intent formed a silver-blue armor phantom on Ji, boosting Ji’s fighting spirit.

At this moment, time and space seemed to congeal, thousands of Dharma Aspects appeared behind Ji, rapidly changing, causing a brief distraction when the Chaos Daoist and Hongmeng Daoist cast their gaze over.

Though brief, it was enough for Ji to raise his power to its peak. He threw a punch, shattering the space ahead. Golden fist Qi erupted with black lightning in its path, emitting a breath of ultimate destruction. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noⅴelfire.net

The ground shattered, the Saints were sent flying, and within the chaos, Li Ya saw Ji’s punch flash across the sky, engulfing the two Taoist Masters and the Purple Flag.

And it wasn’t over yet!

Ji wanted to blow apart this mysterious world in one breath, the sky was struck, erupting a circle of light arcs, causing the entire realm to shake. The dim sky revealed numerous ghostly shadows, struggling and swaying, seemingly enduring unimaginable torment.

Suddenly.

Ji’s punch was interrupted, and the submerged Chaos Daoist and Hongmeng Daoist revealed their figures, their bodies surged with Chaos Qi and Hongmeng Purple Qi like blazing pillars of fire rising, and the Purple Flag behind them began to undulate, growing incomparably immense, the banner covering the sky, plunging the land back into darkness once more.

Enraged, the Chaos Daoist summoned a Black Sword in his hand out of thin air and swung it towards Ji in a slash.

Before the blade even fell, immense pressure locked Ji and Yang Xian in place, making them unable to move.

Yang Xian’s face changed drastically, Ji’s pupils quivered, yet even if they couldn’t evade, they still stared directly at the Chaos Daoist.

The Chaos Daoist swung his sword, a black Sword Qi descended from the sky like thunder, unstoppable.

This slash contained the power of the Three Thousand Great Dao, making the Saints feel as though their bodies could be obliterated at any moment.

Just at that moment.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ji, with a casual wave dispersing the sword Qi that raided from the sky. His black robe floated with the wind, yet his stance remained unmovable, exuding an indomitable dominance.

Ji and Yang Xian saw the newcomer, their expressions eased.

“Master!”

An Xin stood on a distant fragment of stone, exclaiming joyfully.

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