Chapter 499: Absolute Saint

“Yaoyao… ignore him.”

In the jar, the white-haired, bearded head emitted a weak voice. He was still alive; he hadn’t died.

The voice could be heard not because the old man still retained his strength, but because the seemingly young Saint of the Xilin Race was simply too powerful.

This was still a reflection of the starry sky, a manifestation of his saintly power.

The jar wasn't actually outside Earth; like the effeminate man, it was hundreds of millions of miles away.

“Heh heh, Uncle Ming, I’m sorry. I’ve seen you toil your whole life, rushing about, always thinking of avenging those dead souls. How many do you think one person can kill? You also have to hide. Why not stay with me and enjoy life instead?”

The effeminate man said lazily, utterly nonchalant about everything, a faint smile on his face as he looked at the head in the jar.

“Wei Heng, back then, I watched you, Yaoyao, and the others grow up. You were intelligent, incredibly gifted, and astonished the starry sky. I was very happy and proud. I truly never expected that one day you would become like this, even raising a butcher’s knife against me.”

In the jar, the old man, reduced to just a head, sighed. There was no hatred in his tone; his cloudy eyes were full of weariness as he looked at the effeminate man, Wei Heng, with deep sadness.

Earth, East Sea.

Upon hearing these words, Chu Feng felt his scalp prickle and boundless fury ignite in his heart. This Saint named Wei Heng, even if he had astonished an era in his youth, possessed an incredibly venomous heart.

Wei Heng wasn't unfamiliar with this old man; he was a kind elder who had watched him grow up. From Uncle Ming's words, it was clear he had been very good to those children back then.

Yet, in the end, Wei Heng acted like this, not only beheading the old man but also pickling his head with salt. It was utterly outrageous!

“Hmm, Uncle Ming, I’d forgotten if you hadn’t mentioned it. I learned the Purple Qi from the East Finger from you when I was young. But that’s all. You’re an old servant of Yaoyao’s family, and you’ve always considered yourself loyal, but in reality, you’re going against the tide. What has the mother star become? Aside from my Xilin Race becoming increasingly prosperous and revered by all races, what about the other orthodoxies on Earth? They’ve all been destroyed. Yes, the mother star is reviving now, but what’s the use? It couldn’t do anything even during its glorious period, let alone now. There are only a few ‘kittens’ left. To put it harshly, they are all ants, humble insects. I could send any descendant of mine, and they would wipe them all out!”

Wei Heng continued to speak casually, a cold sneer playing on his lips, completely unconcerned.

Then he added, “Uncle Ming, for all these years, you’ve merely played a bluffing role. Whenever the mother star faced a crisis, you and a few others would emerge, stir up trouble, and scare others into thinking that Saint Master and the others were still alive and would eventually return. But I see clearly that this is a sign of a guilty conscience. I know that Saint Master has been asleep for many years; he must be completely dead and can never appear again. Heh heh, Uncle Ming, you’re old. Don’t bother anymore. Stay with me for now and see if Yaoyao will come. Alas, even after many years, my feelings for Yaoyao remain deep, and I’m waiting for her. Since she’s not dead, I naturally want to see her.”

“Wei Heng, you are truly so cold and cruel now that I don’t even recognize you. Back then, your talent was unparalleled; even the strongest successors of the top ten star worlds might not have been as powerful as you. We had such high hopes for you, wishing you, Yaoyao, and that other child would grow together and illuminate the heavens, but you’ve heartbroken us…”

In the jar, the old man’s hair was white, stained with much blood. There was pain and deep heartache in his cloudy eyes. To think that the descendant he had held in such high regard would turn out like this.

“That other person is calmer and more ruthless than I am. If I were him, Yaoyao’s fiancé, perhaps in a moment of impulse, I might have gone to kill enemies and not gone with the Xilin army. Hmm, fortunately, that’s not the case. Uncle Ming, you’ve said what you wanted to say. Now, rest.”

Wei Heng’s face was cold as he closed the lid of the jar, completely sealing the old Saint inside, pickling him.

“What an animal! To lay hands on his own mentor, and with such viciousness. It seems the Xilin army is truly excessively ruthless, a base for a group of cruel individuals!”

Chu Feng clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. He truly wanted to punch Wei Heng to death. This man appeared composed and lazy, yet he had committed every evil imaginable!

On the island, no one else dared to comment. Although they came from outside domains and their respective orthodoxies were powerful, none wished to offend the Xilin Race.

Because it was an incredibly powerful and dazzling race. Although it was merely a branch of Earth’s lineage in the past, its current ranking still approached the top hundred. Saints had emerged from it throughout history, and its overall talent was undeniably exceptional, truly terrifying!

Back then, several leaders of the Xilin army were all decisive and fierce individuals, responsible for waging external wars, serving as the sharpest butcher’s knives. Yet, in the end, their backlash was equally ferocious.

It was rumored that those leaders had all survived and were unfathomably powerful!

As for Wei Heng, although he was known as the Ninth Under the Starry Sky and had astonished the entire cosmos, he had not yet become a Saint back then. He was the second-generation supreme expert within the Xilin army.

When the Xilin Race was mentioned today, few recalled its past. They only thought of its powerful bloodline, extraordinary talent, and truly terrifying potential.

“Yaoyao, you’re truly heartless. Why haven’t you come out yet? I miss you so much. Hmm, even if you don’t want to see me, don’t you want to see Uncle Ming? He’s toiled for so many years, aging so quickly. Even as a Saint, his life force is almost depleted due to severe injuries.”

Wei Heng said with a slight smile, transmitting his voice towards Dragon Tiger Mountain.

“Hmm, last time, the Star Core Tortoise lineage lost eight divine eggs. That must have been Uncle Ming’s doing, right? Although I haven’t asked him yet, it’s highly probable. If you don’t come, I’ll send Uncle Ming’s pickled head to Jun Tuo. I reckon he’ll be very pleased. Yes, I’ll ask him for a Star Core Tortoise shell to make a shield. Tsk, that’s excellent material.”

As soon as these words were uttered, Chu Feng’s expression changed. That Uncle Ming was actually the old Saint who had stolen the Star Core Tortoise eggs. He had never met him before, but the old man had shown him immense kindness.

Without this elder, he absolutely could not have broken all his shackles in such a short time, reaching this stage and painting his own peerless masterpiece!

Uncle Ming’s head being severed and pickled made Chu Feng’s heart erupt with rage. He truly wished he could soar into the sky and personally slaughter Wei Heng!

He understood that the elder must know him. Yaoyao had likely mentioned him, otherwise, the elder wouldn’t have stolen eight Star River Tortoise eggs and sent them back.

“Wait for me. One day, I will infiltrate the Xilin Race and avenge Uncle Ming!” Chu Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red. He prayed that Uncle Ming would hold on and survive.

At this moment, Chu Feng intensely yearned to become stronger, hoping to one day enter the starry sky and change the fates of certain individuals!

However, he knew he couldn’t act impulsively now. Yaoyao and Uncle Ming both believed he had potential and wanted him to grow.

Outside the domain, in the reflection of the starry sky, Wei Heng manifested as a Saint and said, “Yaoyao, it seems you are truly very weak. A wisp of your obsession hasn’t dispersed. You must be sleeping within that particle of immortal gold now. Hmm, today truly isn’t the right time for me to come.”

He showed a hint of regret, a cold smile gracing his handsome, effeminate, and fair face. He added, “Hmm, I heard you’ve been cultivating a ‘bug’ who has been rebellious lately and caused some trouble. Uncle Ming went to steal the Star River Tortoise eggs for him too. Don’t you think it would be interesting if I were to poke him to death with a single finger?”

“What a pity, the mother star lives up to its name. Its lingering forbidden power makes even me quite wary, so I don’t dare descend recklessly. However, Yaoyao, I’ve decided to destroy that ‘bug’ you’re cultivating. I personally disdain him too much to target him myself, but I’ll send some people to kill him. Hmm, perhaps capturing him alive would be more interesting, bringing him before me to kowtow. If he pledges allegiance to the Xilin Race… hmm, that should be good.”

Wei Heng, exuding an effeminate aura, his handsome face somewhat cruel, looked down upon Earth and said, “That ‘bug,’ do you want to live? Kowtow to me, and I shall bestow upon you the Xilin clan name.”

Chu Feng was enraged!

“Wei Heng, is it? The Ninth Under the Starry Sky? One day, sooner or later, I’ll smash you into a Jun Tuo egg, you bastard, you ‘Wei Ninth Egg’! You just wait. I will personally sever your head and offer it as a sacrifice to our ancestors!” Chu Feng roared, furiously confronting the paramount Saint of the Xilin Race from beyond the heavens.

Around him, everyone’s expressions drastically changed. This Chu Feng was truly not just ordinarily bold. He dared to curse the former Ninth Under the Starry Sky. Wei Heng had been exceptionally brilliant in ancient times, and now, among Saints, he was an almost invincible existence!

However, outside Earth, Wei Heng showed no reaction. He disdained seeking out Chu Feng and wasn’t paying any attention to him at all, his gaze fixed on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

“Yaoyao, if you don’t wake up, then I’ll have to leave. Next time I visit, I’ll bring an even bigger gift. Oh, speaking of the mother star, what’s left now? Nothing but dregs. It’s hard to even find a single pure-blooded descendant. Truth be told, our Xilin Race is the legitimate one. This place is merely for stray cats and dogs. Yes, we’ll negotiate with all parties to return one day. Once the mother star revives, we will re-establish ourselves here. Only then will this place truly be deserving, with pure bloodlines occupying it.”

Then, the starry sky reflection gradually blurred, and Wei Heng, carrying the jar, slowly vanished. However, just before he disappeared completely, his voice echoed once more.

“Hmm, I’m sending you over. You should be ready, right? Go and capture that ‘bug’ for me. Of course, if he’s hard to catch, just stomp him to death!” He was clearly speaking to the young cultivators of the Xilin Race, and the ‘bug’ he referred to was Chu Feng.

He finally added, “If you can’t do it, I’ll send my own descendants. I’ve given you the chance; don’t disappoint me.”

“Please rest assured, Saint. We have already arrived in this sea area and will immediately suppress Chu Feng and capture this ‘bug’ for you!”

On the sea surface, a few people spoke, offering respectful salutations towards the domain beyond.

Their voices were loud, shaking the sky, audible even on Peach Blossom Island. One could even vaguely see them approaching by stepping on the sea, moving incredibly fast.

“The Xilin Race!” Chu Feng’s pupils contracted, emitting a daunting radiance!

At this moment, his body trembled, not from fear, but from excitement. He intended to utterly annihilate the young geniuses of the Xilin Race, forcing Wei Heng’s direct descendants to come, and then slay the Saint’s offspring!