Chapter 1410: The Movements Across All Heavens

When the Saint Yuan Palacemaster knelt before the strange, ominous, blood-red altar, all the Saints of the Heavens who had been observing Cangxuan Heaven were utterly enraged. No one had anticipated such cruel determination from the Saint Yuan Palacemaster, who was directly using all the powerful figures of the Saint Palace as a blood sacrifice to the Saint God! This act was undeniably an act of aiding the enemy! While such a blood sacrifice might be a mere drop in the ocean for a being of the Saint God's caliber, who could guarantee that even this small offering wouldn't ultimately affect the grand scheme of things?

“Utter madness!”

In a chaotic void, Ancient Venerable Jin Luo's hair and beard bristled with rage, his eyes glinting with fierce killing intent. Yet, just as he prepared to act, the chaotic void violently convulsed. An immense, boundless hand tore through the chaos and descended directly towards Ancient Venerable Jin Luo, attempting to suppress him.

Concurrently, an indifferent yet majestic voice resonated.

“Jin Luo, if you wish to avoid provoking the full might of my Saint Race, then you, the Heavens, would do well to merely observe. In this grand drama, neither we nor you are the protagonists!”

Ancient Venerable Jin Luo's long eyebrows fluttered. Recognizing this as an intervention from an ancient Saint of the Saint Race, a radiant cloud of auspicious light ascended from his crown. The cloud, blazing with immeasurable brilliance, then transformed into a sacred lotus, tens of thousands of feet in size, casting its light across the Heavens before surging forth to confront the massive hand.

Boom!

Two terrifying, peak existences of the current era clashed within the chaotic void. The sheer force of their confrontation instantly shattered countless smaller dimensions.

Deep within the Gui Xu Divine Hall.

The figures seated on two lotus thrones also opened their eyes, unleashing immeasurable power. These were the other two Ancient Venerables of the Gui Xu Divine Hall: Dilong and Chiji.

Ancient Venerable Dilong possessed an extraordinarily robust physique, clad in armor. As he sat, he resembled a colossal mountain, faintly exuding an overbearing pressure that could subtly suffocate even ordinary Saints.

Ancient Venerable Chiji was adorned in a fiery red gown, embroidered with ancient flame totems, with tendrils of fire flickering at its hem. Her already exquisite beauty, coupled with her distinct ethereal aura, undeniably made her a peerless enchantress.

“The Saint Race’s silence over the past six months was indeed part of a larger scheme,” Ancient Venerable Chiji remarked, her voice slightly husky, yet possessing a unique allure.

Ancient Venerable Dilong responded gravely, “The Saint Race’s ambition to annihilate our Heavens remains unyielding; they would never relent so easily.”

“Their current stratagem is likely to exploit the internal chaos within Cangxuan Heaven, seize control of it, and thereby diminish the strength of our Heavens.”

Ancient Venerable Chiji’s beautiful eyes flickered with fire. She pierced through layers of void, observing the standoff within Cangxuan Heaven. “Cangxuan Heaven is currently sealed, and with the Saint Race obstructing us, we are unable to intervene in the situation there.”

“Jin Luo has already been intercepted. Whatever the Saint Race intends, we must remain vigilant.”

Ancient Venerable Dilong nodded, then gazed deeply into the void. “Lately, I’ve felt a persistent unease. It seems as though a faint will is gradually manifesting within the world origin energy across the entire Heaven Origin World. Perhaps… the Saint God is truly on the verge of awakening.”

Ancient Venerable Chiji’s delicate face also became solemn. “If the Saint God awakens, ultimately, it may depend solely on whether that particular individual can counterbalance him.”

Her gaze shifted towards the City of Heavens, where the figure residing within was the last hope for all the Heavens.

Ancient Venerable Dilong fell silent for a moment, then said, “Who can truly say… these innate deities…”

Years ago, after the divine stone gestating the Third God was discovered, the Gui Xu Divine Hall became divided over how to handle it. The main factions were two: one advocated refining the divine stone to attempt further advancement for the Saints, while the other proposed nurturing the stone to allow the Third God to successfully descend into the world. Ancient Venerable Dilong, for his part, belonged to the faction that supported refining the divine stone.

Ancient Venerable Chiji’s eyes narrowed slightly as she fixed her gaze on Ancient Venerable Dilong. “Regardless of your previous intentions, the Third God has now been born. Whatever the circumstances, we must support Him. You can no longer entertain those old ideas.”

Among the two factions, Ancient Venerable Chiji had consistently maintained neutrality and acted as a mediator. However, given the current situation where the Third God has already been born, she naturally would no longer permit Ancient Venerable Dilong to cling to his former notions.

Ancient Venerable Dilong paused, then asked, “Do you truly believe He will contend with the Saint God for the sake of the beings in these Heavens?”

“Perhaps you harbor some prejudice against Him.”

Chiji shook her head. “He was born embodying the will of the Ancestral Dragon and will naturally safeguard the beings the Ancestral Dragon created. Furthermore, He is not devoid of emotion; He harbors profound affection for that young one named Zhou Yuan.”

Ancient Venerable Dilong was somewhat taken aback. That individual was of paramount importance, so they had naturally observed Him, and were aware of His relationship with the young man named Zhou Yuan. However, it was precisely this understanding that made even Dilong find it quite incredible. Could an innate deity truly develop emotions? It was indeed hard to believe.

“Let us hope so,” he finally stated. Then, clapping his hands together, a majestic dragon roar instantly reverberated, piercing directly into the ears of all Saints across the Heavens.

At that moment, powerful auras surged forth from within the Gui Xu Divine Hall, traversing space and dissolving into the void, forming lines of defense. Meanwhile, within the four major Heavenly Domains—Hun Yuan Heaven, Qian Kun Heaven, Wan Shou Heaven, and Wu Xing Heaven—the voices of Saints resounded throughout every corner; it was the Heavens' command to prepare for war. Should the Saint Race initiate a full-scale war, the Heavens would then mobilize all their might to resist. For once such a war began, it would be a struggle for survival, and all internal strife would be strictly prohibited.

At this very moment, the conflict within Cangxuan Heaven had undoubtedly sent ripples of tension throughout all the Heavens.

And as both the Heavens and the Saint Race began to stir because of Cangxuan Heaven, within the blood sea, observed by countless gazes…

Following the Saint Yuan Palacemaster’s kneeling sacrifice, ancient light patterns on the strange and ominous blood-red altar began to illuminate. The altar emitted a terrifying suction force, drawing the blood from the Sacred Blood Pool—brimming with vast origin energy and vital essence—to pour continuously into its depths. As more and more blood surged in, the space above the altar began to twist and distort, gradually forming a spatial rift.

Within the spatial rift, it was profoundly dark, leading to an unknown destination; even a Saint's perception, upon entering, would struggle to find its end. Zhou Yuan and the others’ expressions couldn’t help but drastically change at this moment, for they sensed a faint aura emerging from within the spatial rift. That aura, though elusive, emanated an unspeakable sense of primordial vastness and grandeur, feeling even more ancient than the very world they inhabited. Furthermore, the aura carried an immense pressure, one that directly caused the heaven and earth of Cangxuan Heaven to lose all semblance of order. Gale-force winds, torrential rain, lightning, and flames materialized out of thin air, sweeping across all directions. At that moment, it was as if the fundamental elements of earth, wind, water, and fire were surging forth, threatening to remake the world.

Headmaster Qing Yang and the others couldn’t help but show a flicker of fear in their eyes. That aura… was even more terrifying than that of a Saint.

Zhou Yuan drew a deep breath. Such an aura, across the entire Heaven Origin World, could only belong to one being… The Saint God! This was the aura of the Saint God!

And as everyone stood in shock and fear, a faint, profound beam of light shot forth from the depths of that unknown spatial rift. It passed through the altar and directly entered Saint Yuan, who was kneeling before it. Simultaneously, an inexplicable murmur, like a haunting nightmare, drifted from the profound depths.

“My… believer…”

“I grant you power… go forth and fulfill your mission…”