"...Someone has become a saint!" The entire universe roared.

The most excited were the six planets on Earth, where people erupted in earth-shattering cheers that shook the planets.

No matter who becomes a saint next, Earth's civilization will be safe and sound. A saint is enough to protect and make a civilization extremely prosperous!

“Sage,” an old celestial being trembled, “above all celestial positions, even the strongest celestial being cannot withstand a single glance from a sage. Such divinity has finally reappeared.”

The world has been without a saint for many years.

Thirty-two saints are on the Time Dam, while the rest of the saints have become official players and cannot take action. Now, a new, unrestrained Christmas has been born.

The cosmic landscape is about to undergo a major transformation.

Earth's civilization will inevitably reach its peak of prosperity, and some civilizations will inevitably perish as a result.

Just like the game of value, behind glory and transcendence lie endless corpses. The floating corpses on the Starry Sky Road still remain, and the nine holy cities are once again stained with blood.

Inside the First Temple, the heroes remained silent.

The princess suddenly laughed, her voice clear and elegant.

She clapped her hands and said, "I admire you. You're willing to drop your cultivation level and risk your own demise just to help your sister become a saint. I even want to be your sister now."

The expressions on everyone's faces were varied.

Some were angry, some admired, and some were terrified, overwhelmed by Li Changzhou's character, methods, and strength.

"You have already comprehended your own sacred law?" The true dragon had long harbored doubts and now seized the opportunity to ask.

"No." Li Changzhou was not lying.

Only when ultimate divine arts are combined can it be considered the prototype of holy magic; he is still far from achieving that.

But to everyone else, he was already on his way, especially with the two divine arts combined—it was terrifying.

Otherwise, how could the [Annihilation Divine Light] with 21 times the combat power have faked a "false victory" to deceive them and make most of the participants tremble?

That extremely powerful destructive aura was enough to shatter anyone.

Some of the older Heavenly Realm experts had particularly solemn expressions. How many years had Li Changzhou been cultivating? Only about twenty years, and he had already reached this point.

And for two hundred thousand years, two million years, they were still trying to increase the number of times the will of Heaven was invoked.

“King of the Black Mist,” the old ruler of the Order Empire spoke, “you have already occupied a saintly position, can’t you stop now?”

"One should not be greedy," said the last king of the Kingdom of Death.

Yaochi laughed, her charm and allure intimidating yet commanding respect. She said to Li Changzhou, "These people are afraid."

The chief scribe of reincarnation said calmly, "Who wouldn't be afraid? There are 47,861 fellow practitioners here, but only eleven saints remain."

They weren't afraid of Li Changzhou, they were afraid of not having the throne.

"You want to band together to exclude us?" Yaochi asked.

"It's not about ostracizing you, it's a reminder to know when to stop," a golden bull said in a deep voice.

Everyone looked at Li Changzhou and his two companions, the meaning of which was clear: they were not allowed to participate in the competition for the next eleven holy positions.

"Those who aren't afraid of death, come and stop us." Yang Qinglan said calmly.

She was dressed in a green robe, with a slender figure and black hair that moved without wind. Standing there, she made even the blood-stained temple seem transcendent.

Yaochi laughed and said, "Sacrificing oneself for the benefit of others, I'm afraid they don't have such a noble spirit."

The group exchanged glances.

Some of the participants did want to join forces to kill Li Changzhou and his two companions, but as Yaochi said, they were worried that sacrificing themselves would benefit others.

Some people were secretly observing Li Changzhou.

Aside from answering the dragon's question, he remained silent, focusing on recovering from his injuries. Even though sending Li Qianxia into the main hall was a surprise attack, he still paid a heavy price.

The most serious consequence is a drop in realm.

He almost lost the ability to cast two ultimate divine spells at the same time.

"If there's no 'false victory,' I'll kill him a thousand times over!" someone whispered, their killing intent palpable.

The King of Black Mist is very strong, but what is truly frightening is the 'False Victory,' a true world-destroying force that even a saint might not be able to withstand.

"How about this—" The Crown Princess stepped out, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

With a smile on her face, she remained confident and composed under the gazes of the powerful figures in the hall, her demeanor captivating all who beheld her.

"—King of Black Mist, if you sign a contract promising not to use 'False Victory' in the upcoming battle for sainthood, we will allow you to continue..."

Yaochi chuckled, not vulgarly, for her exquisite beauty possessed a certain charm.

“Then why not just use ‘False Victory’ and kill you all here?” she said.

"Is it really possible?" The Crown Princess asked skeptically. "If it's truly possible, why not do it?"

Yang Qinglan smiled, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "A frog in a well."

"Oh? Please enlighten me." The Crown Princess's smile remained unchanged.

“A ‘false victory’ can kill you, even the saints upstream in the river of time, but by doing so, one cannot become a ‘victor.’ My husband’s goal is not merely to become a saint.”

"The premise is that we live." Li Changzhou steadied himself. "If we encounter a life-or-death crisis, I would not hesitate to kill you or even destroy the world."

"The Great Dao!" someone shouted to the sky, "This is too unfair! I demand that the Black Mist King's 'False Victory' be sealed!"

"That's right, even saints can't make a move, so why should someone stronger than a saint like 'Pseudo-Victory' be able to use it!"

"Ban 'False Victory'!" the many powerful figures shouted in unison.

The aura of the Great Dao roared, and the voice of the sage, which had appeared once before, echoed within the temple.

"Gathering 'Invincible,' 'Unfettered,' and 'Invincible' will grant 'False Victory.' Any living being is qualified; the incompetent should not bark." The sage spoke calmly.

Inside the temple, the powerful figure who had demanded the sealing of the "False Victory" changed his expression repeatedly.

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