Chapter 1435: The Holy Clan's Ultimate Goal

The moment the black spear vanished, Zhou Yuan, whose figure flickered as if he had vanished into nothingness, suddenly changed expression. He felt as though an indescribable power had directly locked onto him.

This lock was like a shadow, clinging to him relentlessly. Even though he used the power of Cangxuan Heaven to obscure his true body with countless layers of space, that aura still managed to grasp him.

The feeling was like an eagle soaring high in the heavens, its sharp gaze fixed on prey fleeing on the ground.

The very moment Zhou Yuan experienced this sensation, he saw a black light flash through the illusory void ahead, and countless layers of space shattered instantly.

Within the black light, the black spear appeared and disappeared, bringing with it an overwhelming chill.

Zhou Yuan's hair stood on end. The intensely strong sense of crisis made his blood run hot, and every fiber of his being seemed to vibrate and scream.

All these anomalies were warning Zhou Yuan that the current attack, if not handled carefully, would directly annihilate him!

Zhou Yuan had no doubt about the terrifying power of such an attack. An attack that required seven Ancient Saints of the Saint Race to expend their vital blood to unleash — in the entire Heavens, perhaps only the three Ancient Venerables were truly worthy of facing it.

But now, the Saint Race had obviously made an exception for him. This made Zhou Yuan momentarily unsure whether to call it an honor or a misfortune.

With a destructive crisis looming, Zhou Yuan’s heart pounded like a giant drum. Yet, the more perilous the situation, the calmer his mind became. With a thought, he used the power of Cangxuan Heaven to continuously retreat, delving into countless layers of space to conceal his true body. Simultaneously, the power of heaven and earth formed innumerable protective barriers in front of him, attempting to slow down the black spear.

Not only that, he also diverted his attention, frantically activating the power of the Primordial Saint Slaughtering Formation.

He saw vast, mysterious streams of light continuously washing down from the boundary wall, finally piercing through the void and landing on the bodies of Mojie and Heizhao.

Under the impact of the Primordial Formation's power, Mojie and Heizhao's physical bodies rapidly became mottled, and the pressure emanating from within them was being weakened layer by layer.

Everyone could sense that Mojie and Heizhao's Saint origin was also gradually being weakened.

Clearly, by enduring the attacks of the Primordial Formation, they were also paying a heavy price.

This was Zhou Yuan's self-preservation strategy: if Mojie and Heizhao showed even a slight concern for their own well-being, he would have an opportunity to escape the black spear's lock.

At this moment, Cang Yuan's face was also filled with furious indignation. He led the seven Twin Lotus Saints, unleashing their full power in an offensive, as numerous world-shaking Genesis Arts poured out, landing entirely on Mojie and Heizhao.

Cang Yuan also found it somewhat incomprehensible that the Ancient Saints of the Saint Race would go to such lengths to kill Zhou Yuan. After all, while Zhou Yuan's potential was indeed astonishing, and he had even entered the Saint stage and taken control of Cangxuan Heaven, claiming he could pose a significant threat to the Saint Race would clearly be an overestimation. The gap between the Saint Race and the Heavens was not something a single Master of Cangxuan Heaven could bridge.

In the current situation, if Mojie and Heizhao still refused to retreat, they would inevitably be injured. And to injure two Ancient Saints just to kill one Zhou Yuan, was this trade truly worth it?

In response to the astonishment and doubt of Cang Yuan and the others, Mojie and Heizhao answered with their actions. They still did not evade the increasingly terrifying power from the Primordial Saint Slaughtering Formation, nor the attacks of the eight Twin Lotus Ancient Saints. Instead, they endured it head-on with their profound foundations, while simultaneously maintaining the black spear's power, aimed directly at Zhou Yuan.

“Mojie, Heizhao, are you truly insane?! Sacrificing your own foundations just for Zhou Yuan?” Cang Yuan’s face was grim as he finally let out a low roar.

Mojie said with a smile, “Cang Yuan, you should be proud. You've taught such a remarkable disciple. You should know that even you aren't worth this much effort from us.”

Heizhao said indifferently, “And rest assured, he will be the first to die. Our foundations can still withstand this wave of injuries.”

Their words carried an unmistakable aura of determination to kill Zhou Yuan.

Immense killing intent surged in Cang Yuan’s eyes, and his rage flared. Immediately, terrifying offensives swept across the sky, raining down furiously.

At the same time, countless layers of space were torn apart by the streaking black light. No matter how Zhou Yuan concealed his true body, that black light followed him relentlessly, like a maggot on a bone.

The two were rapidly approaching each other.

Blood marks had even begun to appear on the surface of Zhou Yuan's body, revealing just how terrifying that black spear was.

There was no escaping it...

Zhou Yuan's face was grim as this thought flashed through his mind. After trying numerous methods, he now understood that the black spear seemed to have locked onto his destiny; it would absolutely not relent until it pierced his body and was stained with his vital blood.

“The Saint Race, do they really hate me this much?”

Frankly, the situation reaching this point was somewhat beyond Zhou Yuan's expectations. While he had indeed thwarted many of the Saint Race's schemes, to deploy the power of seven Ancient Saints simply to deal with him, and for Mojie and Heizhao to also pay such a heavy price — after this battle, their foundations would undoubtedly be weakened, requiring an unknown amount of energy and time to recover. This price truly seemed an overestimation of his importance.

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered, and thoughts raced through his mind like lightning. Suddenly, he seemed to grasp something.

His pupils contracted sharply. The Saint Race exerting their full strength against him, it probably wasn't truly aimed at him...

Their ultimate target was...

Yaoyao!

A chill surged from Zhou Yuan’s heart. Perhaps the Saint Race's grand maneuver this time, from beginning to end, wasn't aimed at him at all, but rather intended to exploit his relationship with Yaoyao to force her out!

In an instant, rage surged in Zhou Yuan's heart. He looked at the black spear piercing through countless layers of void, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The current situation was not an absolute dead end. The opponent's attack had locked onto his physical body, and there was no way to avoid it regardless of the methods he used. If that was the case, he would abandon this physical body!

As the Master of Cangxuan Heaven, if he abandoned his physical body and allowed his divine soul to merge with heaven and earth, he would naturally be able to avoid this crisis.

However, if his physical body were destroyed and his divine soul merged with heaven and earth, his path as a Saint would develop a flaw. Even if he later reformed his physical body, his journey as a Saint would likely come to an end.

That price would also be extremely tragic.

But Zhou Yuan would rather pay this price than allow himself to become a bargaining chip for the Saint Race to force Yaoyao's appearance!

Since the opponent dared to devise such a scheme, they must have made some preparations. If Yaoyao appeared at this moment, there would undoubtedly be danger.

Therefore...

Zhou Yuan’s figure stopped retreating. His eyes were cold, and his hands formed seals like lightning. Cracks suddenly spread across his body, which was like glazed glass. His divine soul, residing between his eyebrows, stirred, ready to abandon his physical body and merge directly with heaven and earth.

However, just as Zhou Yuan's divine soul was about to dart out of his crown, an invisible yet vast power suddenly descended, directly suppressing his divine soul. The cracks on his physical body also rapidly healed.

That power was vast and profound, seemingly unfathomable.

Yet, Zhou Yuan could sense a hint of softness within that immense power.

Zhou Yuan froze for a moment, then turned his head. As expected, he saw a familiar, beautiful figure. She wore a cyan dress, standing barefoot, her slender waist curving into an almost perfect line. Her long, fair neck was like a swan's. Every curve of her delicate body seemed like the most exquisite masterpiece from heaven, making anyone feel self-conscious in her presence.

However, as Zhou Yuan gazed at her flawless, perfect jade-like face, a surge of anger, born from self-reproach, erupted within him.

“Are you an idiot?! They're trying to use me to force you to appear!”

Yaoyao gazed at Zhou Yuan, who rarely showed such anger in front of her. Her moist, lustrous red lips curved slightly, and she spoke softly.

“So what?”

“You were going to abandon your Saint body, and you didn't even get my permission, did you? Besides, some things can't be solved just by avoiding them.”

She extended her hand, her jade-like fingers slender and long, like white jade. Then, she suddenly clenched her five fingers around the black spear that was violently shooting through the void.

“Bang!”

The black spear shattered instantly. The vast power within it, which even an Ancient Venerable would not dare to underestimate, was almost completely wiped clean at the same moment.

Yaoyao's indifferent gaze turned towards Mojie and Heizhao. At this instant, the heavens and earth changed color, Cangxuan Heaven roared, and chaos trembled.

“I also want to see what methods you have, after going to such lengths to force me out?”

“However, no matter what happens today, out of the Seven Saints of the Saint Race... there will only be five left.”

“Because you two...”

“I will eliminate you both.”