"Zhenwu, you choose! Or you choose me. I only want the source power accumulated in the Immortal Source Realm this time, and one use of the Immortal Source Realm's arrangement. Anyway, you know Lin Yun's talent. Even without these, he can cultivate very quickly. On the contrary, if he obtains these, he may quickly reach a high level of Sainthood. At that time, how long can he stay in this universe? And how can he complete the task left by the Dao Ancestor?" The Langya Saint said calmly.
"After this, regardless of success or failure, I will not ask for a second chance. A thousand years from now, Lin Yun can use all the source power accumulated in the Immortal Source Realm. At that time, no matter what he does to the Immortal Source Realm, it will not concern me. No matter what height Lin Yun reaches in the future, he can stay in this universe for another thousand years. At that time, he may be able to break through the thirty-fifth heaven of this universe, who knows? That would be a brighter future..." Then, the Sage of Langya continued.
"There's no time left..." Zhenwu Saint King shook his head.
If it weren't for the fact that this universe is connected to the Netherworld, he might have been persuaded by the Sage of Langya. However, he was very clear that the feeling he had mentioned earlier was not a simple guess.
The precognitive abilities of cultivators at their level are extremely powerful. If, after he leaves this universe, a powerful figure does not quickly emerge, this universe may very well face annihilation.
What's the point of talking about things a thousand years from now?
The sacred land of immortals may no longer exist!
"So, you're sticking to your choice of Lin Yun?" The Sage of Langya said with a faint smile.
Zhenwu Saint Lord frowned slightly, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the expression of Langya Saint.
"I have already given you a chance, but you just didn't seize it..." Just then, the Sage of Langya said quietly, a cold glint flashing in the depths of his eyes as he looked at the True Martial Sage.
"boom!"
The next moment, the Sage of Langya flashed toward the Sage of Zhenwu, and at the same time, he wielded a long sword and slashed at the Sage of Zhenwu.
"What?"
The surrounding saints were greatly surprised to see this.
Has the Sage of Langya gone mad?
They all knew how powerful Zhenwu Saint Monarch was, and they also knew how strong Langya Saint Monarch was. Langya Saint Monarch was no match for Zhenwu Saint Monarch, so why did he dare to take the initiative to attack Zhenwu Saint Monarch?
Could it be that this Sage of Langya is not afraid that the True Martial Saint Lord will kill him?
"This Sage of Langya..." Lin Yun's pupils shrank slightly, also quite surprised.
He never expected that the Sage of Langya would dare to attack the True Martial Saint.
"Zhenwu, be careful!" the Holy Mother couldn't help but exclaim.
Although she didn't know why the Sage of Langya dared to attack the True Martial Saint, she knew that the Sage of Langya must have some kind of entourage.
"Langya!" Zhenwu Saint King's heart sank, and he shouted in a low voice.
"boom--"
As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from Zhenwu Saint King, and he quickly moved towards Langya Saint.
However, before he could move forward much, his body trembled slightly, and his aura began to become chaotic, even surging in small areas. As a result, his imposing presence began to decline rapidly.
"The waters of the underworld?" Zhenwu Saint King's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in disbelief.
He was already at the Saintly Monarch realm, a formidable figure even outside the universe. Among the rare treasures of an unopened universe, there were very few things that could threaten him.
The symptoms he is experiencing now are exactly what Daoist Ancestor Li Er described to him as a rare and precious treasure. Most importantly, this kind of rare and precious treasure can be born in this kind of universe.
Even thousands of years ago, when the Dao Ancestor publicly preached and all races paid homage and offered treasures, he remembered one of the items, which was this Netherworld Water. It is said that a single drop can only be born once every hundred million years at a spatial node that is invisiblely connected between the universe and the Netherworld.
Therefore, when he encountered this situation, he immediately thought of this item.
The Netherworld Water is colorless and odorless when used, making it difficult for even powerful Saint Kings to detect. This poison has a latent ability; once poisoned, the person who used it will be fine if they don't activate it, but if they do, their entire body's power will begin to collapse when they try to circulate their energy.
Unexpectedly, he was poisoned by this substance. Clearly, this was the work of the Sage of Langya. It's just unknown when the Sage of Langya administered this poison to him.
"Swoosh!" Just then, the Sage of Langya slashed at the True Martial Saint King with his sword.
"Bang--"
Unable to defend himself, Zhenwu Saint King was struck squarely by the sword, which immediately shattered his body into dust.
Fortunately, Zhenwu Saint King had already reached the Saint King realm. Saints have incredibly strong vitality, and being able to regenerate from a drop of blood is no problem, let alone at the Saint King realm. Although Zhenwu Saint King was poisoned, which greatly reduced the activity of his vitality, he was still very powerful.
Soon, the shattered body of Zhenwu Saint Lord reassembled itself.
Zhenwu Saint Lord looked up at the Langya Saint who had stopped attacking, his face grim.
"Indeed, it is the Netherworld Water, Zhenwu. Since you know about the Netherworld Water, you must also know the consequences of being poisoned by it. Considering that we have known each other for thousands of years, if you surrender now and agree to what I want to do, I can remove the Netherworld Poison from your body afterward and let you be fine." At this moment, the Sage of Langya smiled slightly and said.
The attack just now seemed to be a warning to Zhenwu Saint King, to make him see reality.
"Water of the Netherworld?"
What is the water of the underworld?
"The True Martial Saint King has actually been poisoned by a powerful poison... This matter..."
Many saints around were astonished by this scene, and some of them couldn't help but feel a stirring in their hearts.
The Immortal Origin Holy Land only has two Saint Realm experts. Since True Martial Saint Monarch has been poisoned, only Langya Saint Monarch is left. With so many ordinary Saint Monarchs, wouldn't they be able to do whatever they want?
"True Martial Saint Lord, are you alright?" Lin Yun was startled and quickly rushed to the side of True Martial Saint Lord, looking at him and asking.
Now, their greatest reliance is Zhenwu Shengjun. If Zhenwu Shengjun were to be in trouble, he and the Holy Mother would likely be in danger, and even his people and subordinates on Earth, who were stationed in the Immortal Origin Holy Land, would be in danger as well.
"Hehe..." Zhenwu Saint Lord gave a bitter laugh.
He truly hadn't expected that the Sage of Langya would poison him. Perhaps he had never been on guard against the Sage of Langya, which is why he was poisoned by the Netherworld Water.
Indeed, thousands of years ago, Dao Ancestor Li Er was born, leading his seventy-two disciples from humble beginnings to greatness, from ordinary immortal lands to the entire universe, and in a short time they became the Immortal Holy Land, the top blessed land in the entire universe, and finally even established the powerful space of the Immortal Realm.
Their seventy-two disciples, though not exactly loving and affectionate towards each other, worked together with one heart and one mind, each possessing a proud spirit that looked down upon the entire universe.
Finally, Dao Ancestor Li Er left with seventy other disciples, leaving only himself and Langya, who were supposed to have a closer relationship.
How could he have imagined that Langya would secretly poison him?
"For the sake of our thousands of years of acquaintance? Ha! You want me to surrender? I'm afraid it's not because of our thousands of years of acquaintance, but because you're unsure how much strength I have left, right?" Zhenwu Saint Monarch didn't answer Lin Yun's question. Instead, he looked at the Langya Saint in the distance, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said.
Just now, the Sage of Langya retreated a distance, which probably means he still has some fear of him!
"How could that be? We've known each other for thousands of years, and we're even fellow disciples. How could I possibly have such thoughts?" The Sage of Langya shook his head.
Zhenwu Saint looked deeply at Langya Saint and slowly said, "People often say that people's hearts are fickle. I have never truly understood this before, but today I have. I really don't know what your mind is like right now."
He was certain that thousands of years ago, the Sage of Langya was not like this. At that time, the Sage of Langya was still very weak, and those with strong abilities could sense almost anything he was thinking.
How could a peerless figure like Laozi, the founder of Taoism, not have sensed it clearly?
It can only be said that over the past few thousand years, the temperament of the Sage of Langya is no longer the same as before, and he really cannot sense it clearly. Otherwise, he would not have been poisoned by the Netherworld Water by the Sage of Langya.
“Zhenwu…” The Sage of Langya was about to speak again.
"Enough with the idle talk. Today, let me see how much your strength has grown over the past few thousand years!" Zhenwu Saint Lord interrupted Langya Saint, a golden longsword appearing in his hand with a hum, pointing diagonally at Langya Saint, and said calmly.
"The Sword of True Martial!" The Sage of Langya narrowed his eyes slightly.
Once upon a time, the Daoist Ancestor Li Er forged seventy-two flying swords for his seventy-two disciples. The swords were named after their respective titles. Zhenwu Saint Lord's flying sword was the Zhenwu Sword, while his flying sword was the Langya Sword.
Each sword was extraordinary, but that was not why he valued this flying sword.
Instead, their seventy-two disciples never used these flying swords when sparring with each other.
Even the sword he used when attacking Zhenwu Shengjun just now was not the Langya Sword.
Now, the fact that Zhenwu Shengjun is using this flying sword seems to imply a break with him.
Thousands of years ago, his seventy-two disciples followed the Dao Ancestor Li Er to cultivate. Scenes seemed to reappear before his eyes, and for a moment, he felt a mix of emotions.
"Good! It's been a long time since I've fought with you, Brother Zhenwu. Let me see how strong you are now!" The Sage of Langya stretched out his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a white light. He looked at the Sage Lord Zhenwu and said slowly.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The next moment, Zhenwu Saint Monarch flashed past first, and Langya Saint Monarch followed closely behind, their figures colliding rapidly.
"Boom—"
The Immortal Origin Realm trembled, pieces of space collapsed, and spatial cracks appeared.
At this moment, the strength displayed by the Sage of Langya seems to have surpassed that of his earlier fight with Lin Yun.
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