Chapter 442: Earth's Great Catastrophe

It was a sturdily built green wolf with a wide mouth and long fangs, slowly pulling a chariot as it trod along a golden path. It appeared to move slowly, taking leisurely strides, yet each step seemed to vanish like an illusion, continuously disappearing as it approached from countless miles away, directly entering the solar system from the depths of space!

The green wolf pulling the chariot exuded a terrifying aura, causing this section of space to tremble and radiating vast, unparalleled waves that threatened to shatter one's soul. The golden path extended directly to Earth's orbit. The green wolf steadily pulled the chariot, arriving in an instant, as if it had traversed an ancient space-time tunnel to reach them.

Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan trembled, their bodies uncontrollably dropping to their knees. Facing a powerhouse of this caliber, even prostrating themselves would have been appropriate.

“Quasi-Saint, Golden Wolf!”

Upon seeing the green wolf pulling the chariot, Yang Xuan immediately knew who had arrived: the Quasi-Saint from the Sirius star domain. This was a terrifying wolf clan powerhouse, reportedly young in age but already designated a Quasi-Saint!

A so-called Quasi-Saint is not much inferior to a true Saint, and if nothing unforeseen happens, they are destined to become a Saint in the end.

On the chariot sat a man appearing to be in his thirties. As his eyes opened and closed, golden light ripped through space, utterly terrifying. He had golden hair, all braided into dozens, even hundreds, of small plaits that hung down over his chest and back. His entire being exuded terrifying energy fluctuations.

Around him were golden mushroom clouds, containing radioactive-like substances. If an ordinary person approached, they would be utterly annihilated.

“Greetings, Honored Quasi-Saint!”

Even though Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan came from ancient powerful clans, and even if their own clans had true Saints, they still prostrated themselves, trembling as they paid their solemn respects. There was no other choice; a being with the title 'Saint' signified a difference as vast as heaven and earth, placing them on an entirely different level of existence. Relatively speaking, a Quasi-Saint was akin to a deity for Yang Xuan and the others!

Furthermore, this particular Quasi-Saint had an extraordinary background because he was not ancient in age, possessing remarkable natural talent. He was an exceptionally "young" Quasi-Saint!

The chariot was open, not enclosed, and radiated a pale golden glow, but it could not compare to the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint's own radiance, which made the cosmos tremble. At this moment, the Golden Wolf became the sole focus of the heavens and earth. His humanoid form sat cross-legged on the chariot, his aura reaching infinitely far, with golden mushroom clouds swirling around him. He seemed like an eternal being.

Nearby, the battleships that had arrived in Earth's outer space froze, completely motionless.

“Step back!”

At this point, the green wolf pulling the chariot spoke, telling Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan to rise and leave the area. At the same time, this was also directed at the beings within the battleships. In an instant, the battleships retreated, no longer lingering in Earth's outer space.

From beginning to end, the Golden Wolf remained seated cross-legged on the chariot. He himself did not speak; this was the majesty of a Quasi-Saint. Let alone Yang Xuan and the others, even if their ancestors were present, as long as they were not Saints themselves, the Golden Wolf could disregard them, and no one would dare to question him.

For a time, silence reigned.

Yang Xuan and the two others were covered in cold sweat, enduring the trembling of their bodies and the agitation of their spirits. They then retreated, standing in sufficiently distant space to observe from afar.

“What's happening? Why is the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint here?” From the extreme distance, Hu Qingcheng, puzzled, communicated telepathically with the other two.

“It is said that the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint's opportunity to become a Saint was granted by the Machine Race, allowing him to oversee a star sea while still relatively young. This time, he is most likely here to repay a favor to the Machine Race.”

Qing Lan pondered for a long time before recalling this less widely circulated rumor. The three had been outside Earth for a long time and had long noticed the Machine Army lingering here, anchored near Pluto, Mars, and other planets. They naturally knew the Machines harbored significant ambitions.

“Relatively speaking, the Machine Race has always been dedicated to scientifically analyzing evolution. Although they have never fully understood the transformation process of Saints or how supreme sacred artifacts develop their strongest wills, that hasn't stopped them from progressing further and further along this path. In particular, they have achieved some success in analyzing force fields. I suspect they want to decipher Earth's force field and descend en masse! However, they are not entirely confident, which is why they invited the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint.”

They made this speculation.

From beginning to end, the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint outside Earth remained silent. Not until he suddenly looked up, gazing down at the cosmos, and unleashed fluctuations that made the entire area tremble, was the silence broken.

“This desolate land is recovering too slowly,” a cold, emotionless voice echoed through space, “I am here to assist the Machine Race, also to break the equilibrium, to cause a drastic change in this desolate land, so that the various Holy Sons and Divine Maidens can descend successfully sooner.”

This cold, emotionless voice echoed through space, as if resonating through eternity. Without a doubt, he was not speaking idly; it was as if he was explaining something to some unseen beings, providing an account to them.

At this moment, the minds of Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan nearly shattered, their souls almost falling into a deathly silence, and their vital signs nearly ceased. Because behind them, there were inexplicable fluctuations, meaning some entity was truly observing the area. After they recovered, the instant they looked back, they vaguely saw eyes larger than planets dimming and slowly closing in the infinite distance.

The three were terrified!

At this point, from within the largest battleship of the Machine Army, a beast-skin scroll flew out. It contained the analysis results of the Machine Race from all these days. Now, with reverence, they formally presented it to the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint to facilitate his actions.

The Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint beckoned, and the beast-skin scroll, tens of thousands of miles away, flew to him, landing in his hand. The Machine Race had used scientific analysis, but recorded it in the Sirius script, which he preferred, as a sign of respect. In an instant, the beast-skin scroll turned to ash. The Golden Wolf closed his eyes and nodded.

The next moment, he began his attack. Following the Machine Race's analysis to find weaknesses, a pale golden palm rose and struck at certain specific locations on Earth. At this moment, the sight was terrifying. The palm blotted out the sky and covered the sun, vast and boundless, almost engulfing entire regions of Earth!

On the ground, countless people trembled, experiencing an inexplicable dread. If not for the force fields enveloping Earth, it would now be a great catastrophe, with all life annihilated and nothing left.

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, Chu Feng suddenly looked up. He felt the drastic changes in the sky, his heart pounding, as if the sky was collapsing and the end of the world was nigh. The Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint's methods were extraordinarily profound. He was attacking special nodes above Earth, and the destructive power he unleashed was unimaginable! If it were a normal planet, it would have already disintegrated!

But Earth was too mysterious; its force fields were superimposed, with layers upon layers of light rising, dense with boundless runes, reflected in the starry sky. People on the ground felt dread and fear, but had no idea what was truly happening, unaware of the dire, world-ending crisis unfolding from beyond their domain.

Boom, boom, boom…

In the void outside Earth, golden mushroom clouds bloomed one after another, each as vast as an ocean. Unfortunately, no equipment on Earth, including outer space probes, could detect them. It was as if they existed in two different space-times. Indeed, the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint was attacking Earth's inexplicable dimensional space, aiming to tear open the force field, starting from the weaknesses identified by the analysis, to penetrate inside.

In the distance, Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan watched with wide eyes in astonishment, their bodies and souls trembling. Their chariots and mounts were similarly affected. They slumped in the distant void, gazing at everything, inexplicably shocked.

“How is this possible? Has the Machine Race's analysis reached this level? Can the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint truly break through Earth's supreme force field?”

“Impossible! Even Saints wouldn't dare to act lightly; there have been instances of Saints perishing here!”

Regardless of whether they accepted it or not, the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint's pale golden hand broke through a layer of the force field, reaching into that inexplicable space and pressing even deeper.

At this moment, Yang Xuan, Hu Qingcheng, and Qing Lan trembled uncontrollably!

However, it was at this very moment that from Earth's special force field space, a divine radiance flew out, like a holy sword cleaving through the outer space. The Golden Wolf decisively retreated, leaving his chariot, and, in the process, extended a hand to snatch his green wolf mount. The Quasi-Saint's chariot shattered. This type of vehicle contained terrifying energy substances that, once unleashed, could tear apart the cosmos and create various wormholes.

However, no sooner had the chariot exploded than it was struck again by the holy-sword-like beam of light emanating from Earth, completely annihilated and fading from existence. Upon closer inspection, golden blood dripped from the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint's right wrist, piercing through the void. He had been injured during his recent attack, almost having his hand severed at the wrist.

“This is a Quasi-Saint! Capable of annihilating tens or hundreds of billions of lives with a mere gesture, and swallowing suns and moons with an open mouth. Yet, he was injured here!”

Yang Xuan's heart trembled. Beings of this caliber are almost impervious, even if not truly indestructible for a hundred calamities or immortal for a thousand generations. Once they reach this level, it is very difficult for them to be injured, and they almost never bleed. However, remembering that this was Earth, he felt a sense of understanding.

“The Machine Race's analysis is still unsuccessful. This planet cannot be breached. The legends of Saints perishing here are not mere rumors!” Qing Lan murmured.

Hu Qingcheng's scalp tingled. She said, “The analysis has had some effect. And it's probably not just the Golden Wolf Quasi-Saint involved. A great storm is brewing this time!”

No sooner had she finished speaking than eyes as vast as planets opened in the depths of space, causing the minds of the three to freeze and their souls to feel as if they would explode. Subsequently, a fierce bird flew forth, blood-red and immensely vast, carrying the aura of a Saint, traversing the galaxy to arrive.

This was a Vermilion Bird, entirely blood-red and powerfully built, tearing through space with incomprehensible speed, directly entering the solar system from beyond and approaching Earth! The Vermilion Bird is a divine beast, which should inherently exude auspicious energy, yet now it carried malevolent energy, its fierce aura soaring to the heavens!

At this moment, its size was astonishing. After manifesting, and whether or not it was its true form, it was almost half the size of Earth, shaking the entire solar system.

“Quasi-Saint, Yin Jiuchuan!” Qing Lan gasped, not daring to speak aloud, only daring to communicate telepathically with the other two. They were in disbelief: another Quasi-Saint had arrived, intent on attacking Earth!

“Yin Jiuchuan... seems to have been a member of the Starry Sky Knights back then. He became sworn brothers with others, ranking ninth. Originally, he was a Dark Sparrow, but through countless battles, he advanced rapidly, evolving the bloodline of the sacred Vermilion Bird!”

The three trembled. The last time Chu Feng emerged from the Moon's secret realm, he had asked the three about the old affairs of the Starry Sky Knights, which had stumped them as their knowledge was limited. Later, after the solar system was covered by the interstellar network, they quickly looked up information and learned enough about the past.

The Starry Sky Knights were not considered a main force back then, but they produced some ruthless and merciless individuals who hunted down so-called 'rebellious seeds', sparing neither elderly women nor infants in cradles. They slaughtered relentlessly, using cruel methods, earning them the moniker 'Executioner Corps'!

“Reportedly, among the members of the Starry Sky Knights, Yuwen Chengkong has already become a Saint. And Yin Jiuchuan became a Quasi-Saint very early on, his accomplishments profound. In time, he too will surely become a Saint!”

A military force not considered a main power, yet destined to produce two Saints—this was truly a miracle, an incomprehensible legend. Now, a member of the Starry Sky Knights who had once campaigned against Earth—Yin Jiuchuan, a prominent figure among the Executioners—had returned here after a long passage of time!

“Something huge is about to happen,” they thought. “Quasi-Saints generally do not appear so easily. Yet today, two have arrived at once. This is likely just a prelude. Will an even more terrifying storm ensue?!” The three's spirits were unstable, and they continuously retreated, wishing they could leave the solar system entirely.

At this moment, Yin Jiuchuan launched an attack. This was a Vermilion Bird of boundless malevolence, entirely blood-red, as if it had flown out of a sea of blood, and appearing to be almost half the size of Earth. At this moment, it opened its mouth and spewed forth endless flames, directly engulfing Earth!

One must understand, this was a Quasi-Saint, capable of destroying a life-bearing planet and tearing apart the cosmos with a casual blow. Now, attacking with full force, it was truly terrifying. After a long passage of time, this ancient member of the Starry Sky Knights returned to Earth, intent on a massacre!