Chapter 892: All the Saints Descend Together

The Great Abyss was as black as ink, infinitely deep and bottomless. It was utterly impossible to see what lay within, and even those with heavenly eyes found themselves powerless.

It seemed to cleave the universe apart. Nearby lay various celestial remnants, enormous fragments of stars whose intrinsic volume remained unchanged, yet they appeared as mere specks of dust compared to the Great Abyss.

Chu Feng roamed nearby, sensing a strange force that called to him, luring him, threatening to swallow him into the dark, unknown depths.

Many Saints had arrived. Yin Jiuque transformed into a creature over a zhang long, his body surging with red light, and his blood-colored holy feathers glowing, appearing resplendent. Yet, he could only illuminate a limited area, as all divine radiance was absorbed by the Great Abyss.

By his side, an old Starry Sky Knight with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, the executioner of yesteryear, fixed his chilling gaze on Chu Feng from a distance, moving in tandem with him. However, no one dared to approach the Great Abyss too closely.

It was said that even without venturing deep, simply being too close could lead to trouble. The eight Saints dared not act rashly!

Further away, the three old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land had arrived, their expressions grave. They had originally intended to break through the blockade of the eight Saints. However, people from the Underworld Race, Spirit Race, and others arrived, and suddenly four powerful figures, dressed in cold armor and carrying holy artifacts, appeared, blocking their path and creating a standoff.

"Three fellow Daoists, even if you personally intervene, it will be futile," a person from the Underworld Race said with a faint smile, black mist swirling around him as he held a holy artifact and conversed with the old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land. "We already have over a dozen Saints on our side; the power disparity is immense. Why not sit down and have a proper discussion?"

The Saint who arrived from the Spirit Race also spoke, his face as elegant as jade, his silver hair cascading down, utterly composed and calm. "Three fellow Daoists," he said, "why bother sticking your necks out for a dead man?"

He held a Divine Blood-Transforming Banner, its scarlet surface fluttering, adorned with various strange patterns as if it could swallow people's souls. This person stood in front, blocking their way.

The implication was clear: Chu Feng was already a dead man. No one, regardless of who came, could save him. Even if Great Dream Pure Land resisted them and went all out, it would not change the outcome.

"How will we know without a fight?!" an old Saint from Great Dream Pure Land retorted, his eyes sharp. Despite his white hair and wrinkled face, he possessed a keen, unyielding spirit, unwilling to give up on Chu Feng.

"Heh heh..." In the void, a terrifying greatsword appeared, its murderous aura permeating the air and making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Yet, no one was visible. The Killer Saint of Piercing Firmament had arrived.

Instantly, the balance of power shifted again. Not to mention the eight Saints surrounding Chu Feng, five Saints appeared here alone, blocking the three from Great Dream Pure Land.

"My Great Dream Pure Land does not accept threats!" the old Saint from Great Dream Pure Land declared, his white hair fluttering as he exuded an unyielding fighting spirit.

In his hand appeared a bronze ge, emitting a chilling, faint light as he pointed it forward. Beside him, the other two old Saints also moved: one held a purple copper mace, and the other conjured a five-colored pagoda. All were holy artifacts, and they were ready to fight to the death.

"You truly are stubborn," one of them said. "Though Great Dream Pure Land is strong, it hasn't entered the top ten, and there are only three of you. Do you wish to die in battle here?"

An old man with a head full of golden hair walked over, tall and imposing, holding a massive golden blade that gleamed with a chilling light and emitted mysterious symbols one after another, awe-inspiring the entire scene.

He was from the Celestial Race, an ancient Saint who had caused great slaughter on ancient Earth and now reappeared in the world.

In an instant, six Saints stood in their way, intending to deal with the three from Great Dream Pure Land, creating a two-on-one situation.

"Then let's fight!"

The old Saint from Great Dream Pure Land said in a deep voice, suddenly swinging his bronze ge. It cleaved the darkness, emitting incredibly dazzling light, and his saintly might surged.

The other two beside him also moved, stepping forward, wanting to rush through to get close to Chu Feng and protect him as he escaped.

Unfortunately, though their strength was great, they could not gain any advantage here. Their opponents were all exceptionally powerful Saints, with Ancient Saints from the Celestial Race, Spirit Race, and Piercing Firmament personally present. Moreover, it was six against three.

*Bang, bang, bang...*

The void shattered, and runes densely covered and wove into patches as cold weapons clashed violently. The mere aftershocks swept several ancient steel battleships remaining from distant eras, causing them to explode with a bang, turn into dust, or completely evaporate.

In a short while, several muffled groans were heard. The three old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land all stumbled backward; some coughed up blood, their beards and hair stained red with it.

Another was struck by a blade, hit in the arm by the tall and imposing old man from the Celestial Race. His right arm was almost severed, connected only by a layer of skin and flesh.

Yet another was hit by the Spirit Race's Divine Blood-Transforming Banner and the Killer Saint of Piercing Firmament's greatsword. Half his body was a bloody mess, almost gone—a miserable sight.

"Well now," the ancient Saint from the Celestial Race sneered, "today, no one can save the little devil Chu Feng. Fellow Daoists, I advise you not to act rashly. Just stay put to avoid making things worse for yourselves."

He didn't believe anyone could change the tide of battle or rescue Chu Feng today, because they were now supreme in the universe. Saints from all races had mobilized together; if they still couldn't kill a young man, it would be a joke!

At the edge of the Great Abyss, Chu Feng used his Fiery Golden Eyes, seeing everything clearly. He immediately transmitted his voice, saying, "Three seniors, I appreciate your good intentions, but please do not intervene further. At worst, it's just death. Rest assured, even if I die, I'll drag someone down with me. I truly thank you for coming to my rescue!"

The three old Saints were unwilling to give up, holding their weapons. None of them retreated, confronting the six masters!

*Shhh, shhh, shhh!*

At this moment, the void tore open, and three figures emerged, each enveloped in ethereal white mist and accompanied by faint chaotic energy. These individuals were exceptionally powerful, rare masters among Saints.

People from the Pseudo-Immortal Race had arrived: an old woman and two nearly bald old men descended, all appearing calm.

"Fellow Daoists, quickly join forces with us and charge to save Wu Lunhui!" an old Saint from Great Dream Pure Land shouted, feeling a slight glimmer of hope upon seeing the Pseudo-Immortal Race arrive.

However, the three Saints from the Pseudo-Immortal Race did not move; they merely nodded slightly in greeting.

The Celestial Race, Spirit Race, Piercing Firmament, Machine Race, and others all felt their hearts sink. They still had some reservations about the Pseudo-Immortal Race.

After all, this race was too powerful. Even if all their masters had left for the Chaotic Universe, they were not a race that ordinary people could provoke. And if they truly became enemies, what would happen if this race sought retribution later?

"We're all old acquaintances, so let's not fight," the old woman from the Pseudo-Immortal Race said with a gentle smile. "Let's just catch up."

This left the three old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land stunned, and their expressions immediately turned grim. They realized the Pseudo-Immortal Race's intention: to show up but not exert effort, merely going through the motions!

At this moment, the void tore open again, and three people walked out, arriving together.

The leader was skin and bones, with deeply sunken eye sockets and eyes like ghostly flames, yet he exuded a terrifying aura that made even ordinary Saints tremble.

"Oh, old friends, some acquaintances from the Corpse Race have arrived," the old woman from the Pseudo-Immortal Race greeted them with a smile, showing no hostility whatsoever.

The old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land felt their hearts grow cold upon hearing this. They realized the Pseudo-Immortal Race could not be relied upon.

"Haha, old friends, many years have passed, and you're still as impressive as ever," the ancient Saint from the Corpse Race, skin and bones, greeted them with great enthusiasm, as if they had a good relationship. "It's truly not easy for us to have lived until this era; at our age, simply being alive is a blessing."

At this moment, the void tore open once more, and two Saints from the Xilin Race also descended. After greeting all sides, they also saluted the Saints of the Pseudo-Immortal Race, as they were not strangers to each other.

At the edge of the Great Abyss, Chu Feng frowned. Whether it was the Corpse Race, Celestial Race, or Xilin Race, they were all mortal enemies of the Earth lineage. Yet, these three Saints from the Pseudo-Immortal Race didn't seem to mind; instead, they were catching up, showing no intention whatsoever of coming to his rescue.

"Well, today we are all old acquaintances, all friends, no need for fighting and killing," an old man from the Pseudo-Immortal Race spoke up, his bald head with only a few dozen strands of hair, and his face like a wind-dried orange peel, full of wrinkles. "Let's just chat about the past here."

All parties nodded, showing a strange expression as they understood the true intention: merely to "stand off" here and not intervene. This was perfectly fine!

All races understood their meaning. If Chu Feng were in trouble and the Pseudo-Immortal Race didn't send people to rescue him, they would be looked down upon by cultivators across the universe. But now that people had arrived, they wouldn't fight?

The three old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land were deeply disappointed. They held their weapons, exuding fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

The Corpse Race, Celestial Race, Xilin Race, and others joined forces, exuding saintly might. With eleven Saints suppressing their three, it was naturally not difficult.

"Three fellow Daoists from Great Dream Pure Land, why bother?" the old man from the Corpse Race said with a faint smile, everything under control. "How can the three of you change the overall situation? I think we should just let it be. This old man has brought some good tea; why don't we sit down, drink some tea, and catch up?"

Even the Pseudo-Immortal Race showed no intention of intervening, and he presumed Great Dream Pure Land couldn't stir up any trouble!

"Heh heh, some troublesome fellows have arrived in the distance. I'll go warn them!" the ancient Saint from the Corpse Race said, then looked at the three from the Pseudo-Immortal Race. "Three old friends, I must excuse myself for a moment. We'll catch up later!"

The three old Pseudo-Immortal Race members nodded and smiled. One old man said, "Old friend, go ahead. We'll have a good chat later!"

Beside them, the three old Saints of Great Dream Pure Land had ashen faces. They knew the Pseudo-Immortal Race wouldn't intervene; they were truly just making a show.

However, a thought also arose in their minds: if Chu Feng could survive today and overcome this tribulation, then there would truly be only one Chu Feng in the world, and no Wu Lunhui who was overly close to the Pseudo-Immortal Race!

For a moment, they even felt a glimmer of hope: today, they would do their best to save Chu Feng and let him live, as this might completely change certain dynamics in the future.

However, they also sighed, recognizing how difficult it was; even if all three of them died here, it would likely not succeed.