Chapter 1436: The Final Calculation

When Yaoyao’s cool and indifferent voice resonated, the gazes of many powerful beings throughout the Heaven Primal World turned towards the Cangxuan Heaven, each filled with different emotions.

“Yaoyao…”

Cang Yuan’s expression turned solemn. At this moment, he finally understood: the ultimate target of the Saint Race’s current scheme was not Zhou Yuan, but Yaoyao, who stood behind him! Their previous doubts were now answered. Zhou Yuan indeed wasn't worth such an elaborate deployment from the Saint Race, not even with seven Ancient Saints appearing simultaneously. But… Yaoyao was!

Evidently, the Saint Race already knew about the relationship between Zhou Yuan and Yaoyao. They had exhausted all their means to push Zhou Yuan to the brink, all to force Yaoyao to appear.

However, new questions arose. Currently, the Saint Race’s power in Cangxuan Heaven consisted of only two Ancient Saints. This power was certainly a tremendous problem for them, but to think they could harm a unique existence like Yaoyao with just this was perhaps a little too naive. Moreover, with Yaoyao’s arrival, the balance of power in Cangxuan Heaven had undergone a complete reversal.

In a sense, Mojie and Heizhao were truly in danger. They had directly fallen into the encirclement of the All-Heavens. Now, with Yaoyao in front, they were flanked, and Zhou Yuan, the Heavenly Lord of Cangxuan Heaven, was poised to strike, controlling the power of the Primal Chaos Saint-Slaying Formation. Facing this situation, even two Ancient Saints might not be able to escape unscathed. If two Ancient Saints were truly lost here, this would undoubtedly be a severe blow to the Saint Race.

In the void above, Mojie and Heizhao’s gazes immediately focused on Yaoyao. As they watched her, their faces gradually became solemn, for they could vaguely sense a profound, prison-like pressure slowly emanating from within Yaoyao.

“It is truly our honor to behold the Third God today,” Mojie said solemnly, his face grave.

Yaoyao’s eyes were indifferent as she looked down at the two of them, remaining silent.

Heizhao, the Ancient Saint, also spoke with some respect: “We are here to convey our God’s goodwill to the Third God. If the Third God can refrain from interfering in the conflict between our race and the All-Heavens, our race is willing to serve you.”

Upon hearing this, all the Saints of the All-Heavens were enraged. The Saint Race actually wanted to win over the Third God?!

In Yaoyao’s indifferent, glass-like eyes, there was not a ripple. She said, “I have no interest in your Saint Race.”

Heizhao, the Ancient Saint, said sincerely, “Third God, you are a congenital deity. All things in this world are but insignificant trifles to you. You truly do not need to make an enemy of our God for the sake of the All-Heavens. What the All-Heavens can give you, our race can also provide. Furthermore, in the future, when our God unites the Heaven Primal World, we can promise to share this world with you.”

Yaoyao gazed at Heizhao and said lightly, “You are mistaken about that. Among all things in the All-Heavens, there are those I value. Otherwise, how could you have drawn me here?”

At this moment, many of the All-Heavens Saints cast complex glances towards Zhou Yuan. The Third God had openly acknowledged her feelings for Zhou Yuan. Zhou Yuan also wore a complex expression, feeling a bit melancholic. Generally, shouldn't the man be the one to publicly acknowledge their relationship? That’s how he could assert his status. But what was happening now? Why did he have this strange feeling of a misplaced dynamic?

Heizhao, the Ancient Saint, was speechless, then chose his words carefully: “Third God, your divine nature has not yet fully awakened, so there is still human interference affecting your choices. But when you fully awaken in the future, perhaps you will not think this way.”

However, as his words fell, he suddenly felt a surge of coldness in the world. In the Third God's indifferent eyes, ice seemed to congeal.

“You talk too much.”

A wisp of Yaoyao’s dark hair lifted at that moment, revealing an eye beneath it. Within that eye, chaos seemed to evolve, like the beginning of the world. At the same time, a vast, primeval aura permeated the air.

A divine pupil!

Within the divine pupil, divine light circulated. The next instant, the divine light shot forth.

Heaven and Earth lost their luster at this moment. The great sun dimmed, and all sounds ceased. The Genesis Qi of Heaven and Earth also retreated. Only that wisp of divine light pierced the sky, passing directly over Mojie and Heizhao. There seemed to be no physical contact between them, but as that wisp of divine light passed, expressions of extreme pain appeared on Mojie and Heizhao's faces. Then, a Saint Lotus appeared on each of their shoulders and atop their heads. At this moment, the three Saint Lotuses were gradually withering, their petals falling off one by one.

The Saints of both the All-Heavens and the Saint Race changed their expressions simultaneously, because they knew best what this scene represented: it was a sign that their Three Flowers were being cut, their foundations severed! With just one stroke of divine light, a portion of two Ancient Saints' foundations was severed. What astonishing power was this?

Mojie and Heizhao's expressions also became somewhat grim. The damage Yaoyao's strike inflicted upon them was far greater than the relentless bombardment Zhou Yuan, Cang Yuan, and the others had managed to achieve for half a day using the Primal Chaos Formation. The one before them truly deserved to be called a congenital deity. Even though she had not fully awakened, this power still surpassed the might of a Saint.

“As expected of Ancient Saints with profound foundations, to be able to withstand a Three Flower Severing strike.” Seeing this, Yaoyao lightly nodded her head. Immediately, she raised a slender fingertip, lightly tapped, and ripples bloomed in the void. Within one of her divine pupils, chaos surged. At her fingertip, streaks of divine light suddenly condensed and appeared. Each streak of divine light carried an inexplicable profoundness, as if it could trace back to the beginning of Heaven and Earth.

This scene was enough to strike fear into the heart of any Saint. Even Mojie and Heizhao, the two Ancient Saints, had grim faces tinged with fear, but more than that, there was determination.

“Having entered Cangxuan Heaven, you should already be prepared to die. In that case, I shall grant your wish.” Yaoyao looked down at them indifferently and pointed her jade-like finger. At that instant, divine light roared forth, striking out completely.

Facing the continuous divine light descending, Mojie and Heizhao exchanged a glance, then took a deep breath. They extended their palms, facing each other, while their other hands formed a seal. On their faces, an expression of devout fanaticism emerged.

“When our God descends, it will be the day of our resurrection!”

Under the shocked gazes of the many Saints from the All-Heavens, blazing flames suddenly surged up from their bodies. Even before the divine light struck, the Saint Lotuses on their shoulders and heads began to burn completely. The two Ancient Saints of the Saint Race had actually chosen to self-immolate their Saint Lotuses here!

Boom! Boom!

As the two Ancient Saints sacrificed themselves through self-immolation, everyone could feel two terrifying, indescribable powers gathering and rising. That power stirred the entire Cangxuan Heaven's Genesis Qi into a furious boil. An ineffable sense of oppression enveloped every corner of Cangxuan Heaven.

The divine light struck down at this moment, but just as it cut into the blazing holy flames, a metallic clang suddenly resounded. Zhou Yuan, Cang Yuan, and the others in the distance instantly changed their expressions, because they found that the divine light had been instantly obliterated by an unknown force. Their gazes were fixed on where Mojie and Heizhao were burning. Then they saw, in the distorted space, a rusty black broken spear slowly rising.

As the black broken spear appeared, this part of Heaven and Earth suddenly grew dark. A mysterious, vast, and primeval aura emanated from it. Under that aura, Zhou Yuan felt Cangxuan Heaven tremble. The Heaven and Earth Genesis Qi showed signs of losing control for a moment. It was as if this world was trembling in fear.

What kind of existence could make an entire world fear?

Zhou Yuan's face was grim, his gaze fixed on the black broken spear that made blood tears stream from the corners of his eyes just by looking at it. Mojie and Heizhao had clearly sacrificed themselves to provide power for this item. And for two Ancient Saints to pay such a heavy price, the identity of the aura's owner was already self-evident. Who else could it be but the Saint God of the Saint Race?! Evidently, the Saint Race's elaborate mobilization this time, even at the cost of two Ancient Saints, had the ultimate goal of summoning this rusty black broken spear, which seemed to have been corroded by time.

Yaoyao, standing in the void, stared at the black broken spear. On her cool and indifferent, exquisitely beautiful face, ripples finally appeared. She slightly parted her red lips, her voice clear and cold: “This is the God-Slaying Spear. In ancient times, the Saint God ignited a world-destroying war, ultimately awakening the lingering will of the Ancestral Dragon deep within the world.”

“The Saint God wielded the God-Slaying Spear, battling the Ancestral Dragon's will, and ultimately the spear broke…”

“Now, the God-Slaying Spear reappears…”

Yaoyao's waterfall-like dark hair swayed gently in the wind, and the hem of her skirt lifted slightly. Yet, the words she spoke sent a bone-chilling coldness through the hearts of all the All-Heavens Saints.

“It seems you are not far from fully awakening.”

“Is that so? Saint God.”

The last sentence was directed at the black broken spear.