Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 294 Purple Qi Comes Thirty Thousand Miles from the East: The Destined Saint!

The transformation of Wuxia Immortal Dao is temporarily stuck in the second step.

But there is no rush.

Wang Xiu has other ways to improve.

"Although my main body has decided to follow the Immaculate Path and not enter the holy realm, it does not mean that the clone cannot become a saint!"

Wang Xiu has had this idea for a long time.

The divine soul clone condensed from the immortal consciousness of Daluo is not only integrated with the main body, but also can exist independently. It can also practice independently and display different magical powers.

This is the main practice method of the ancient spiritual tribe.

Through independent cultivation through different clones, they finally merge into one and achieve the great path of one's own body.

Wang Xiuruo entered the holy realm as a clone.

Even if the main body does not take that step, it can still obtain an extremely terrifying increase in combat power, there is no difference.

Do it when you think of it.

Wang Xiu retreated again and expanded his field.

A divine soul clone was summoned.

The two sat opposite each other, with different glows surging all over their bodies. One was in white clothes, calm and indifferent, while the other exuded a unique brilliance, like a ghost body, with magical energy running in the body, shining brightly, like The stars turned into meridians and blood.

Wang Xiu looked at his clone and spoke slowly: "Please, fellow Taoist, enter the holy path on my behalf and worship myself with the faith of the human race!"

The soul clone looked calm, nodded and said: "I am willing to serve fellow Taoist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his seal turned slightly, and endless spiritual energy swept in from all directions.

A looming long river of luck fell from a very high place in the sky, like a huge waterfall composed of chaotic energy falling down. The spiritual power on Linggui Peak surged, and there were thousands of strange phenomena.

This small courtyard is shrouded in dense runes.

There are thousands of rays of light, shining brightly.

The mist filled the air, shining with divine light.

In the mist, Wang Xiu saw figures and faces.

In those scenes, people are worshiping and begging for the protection of the Holy Son of Sanqing.

Some people are praising the splendor and majesty of the Holy Son of Sanqing.

Some people are recalling the legend and glory of Sanqing Holy Son.

these pictures.

This is not the first time Wang Xiu has seen it.

When he showed his strength for the first time in Suzaku City, swept away the demons and saved countless people.

When he turned the tide in the battle in the East China Sea.

When he sent one hundred thousand heroic spirits back to the land of Kyushu.

He had seen countless similar scenes in this vast land.

But this moment is different.

His eyes fell on those faces and figures with sincere expressions, and he saw extremely subtle but pure rays of light emanating from them and slowly rising into the sky.

Those lights come from thousands of households and are constantly gathering.

Hundreds of households condense into one ray, and an entire village condenses into one drop.

Under each town are thousands of small villages.

Each ancient country has countless towns.

this moment.

Wang Xiu saw it clearly. Countless rays of light rose from the world, like a golden rain. It was vast, sweeping the sky and the earth, and was more magnificent than any scene Wang Xiu had ever seen.

Just the land of the Southern Territory.

Hundreds of sects and thousands of countries.

There are more than billions of living beings?

How many of them believe in the Holy Son of Sanqing?
A mortal's life is only a hundred years.

In the past hundred years, who could be more dazzling and more well-known than the Holy Son of Sanqing?
Besides.

There are also Eastern Wasteland, Western Land, Beihai, Central Territory...

The name of Sanqing Holy Son has already spread throughout the nine states.

There are countless biographies and countless legends.

Over the past few decades, he has already accumulated a very rich faith.

Although not as rich as the Southern Territory.

But it's still not a small number.

……

This is an extremely spectacular scene, with golden rivers rushing from the distant void, coming from all directions, covering the entire sky.

Ji Yan walked out of the hall and looked in the direction of Linggui Peak with envy in his eyes: "This kid is making such a big fuss again!"

He was a little emotional.

Thinking back to the scene when I first met Wang Xiu, I could never have imagined that Wang Xiu would reach this point in just a few decades.

Faith is no more powerful than anything else.

Ordinary people cannot see it, but everyone who can sense this movement has a look of disbelief on their faces.

"What a terrifying Wangyang Wang, who is this?"

"Look in the direction, that's the Sanqing Immortal Sect!"

"Hiss, such an astonishing movement is an extraordinary manifestation of the Holy Spirit. Could it be the Holy Son of Sanqing?"

"I heard news a few days ago that someone saw him returning from Beihai. Is it true?"

"With such faith, I can't think of anyone else except him! Counting the time, he is less than a hundred years old, right? A saint who is less than a hundred years old is so terrifying!"

"..."

Countless people are discussing.

Countless disciples of the vast Sanqing Immortal Sect looked up at the sky. Although they could not see the vast ocean of faith, they had a feeling that the sky today seemed to be extremely clear, like glass.

……

however.

This is not the most critical.

Wang Xiu's eyes fell into the void and he saw an extremely pure purple gold energy, derived from the chaos, falling slowly.

That purple gold energy was extremely small and subtle, even less than a strand of hair.

But Wang Xiu felt an extremely mysterious and majestic momentum from it, as if it contained the will of all living beings and the faith of the entire world.

Wang Xiu's pupils shrank and he murmured: "This...couldn't it be the legendary Purple Qi of Destiny?"

While murmuring.

That wisp of purple energy had already landed on Wang Xiu's soul incarnation.

The next moment, the power of faith between heaven and earth was even more majestic, far more powerful than before, so vast that it covered the sky and the sun.

The endless power of faith gathers.

Finally, we lingered on the small courtyard of Linggui Peak.

Turned into an endless whirlpool.

Squeak!

The door is pushed open.

The incarnation of Wang Xiu's soul slowly came out with a calm expression. He raised his head and said, "Today, Pindao adheres to the faith of the Jiuzhou human race and becomes a saint! He has been named Taishi, and from now on he will stick to his own body, establish his mind for the world, and make a living. The people have established a mandate to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints and create peace for all generations!"

This sound was like thunder from the sky, deafening and heard by the whole world.

The voice just fell.

The mighty ocean of faith dropped from the sky, shining brightly, and completely enveloped Taoist Taishi, exuding a mysterious and holy aura.

Rumble!
Above the sky, five-color divine thunder suddenly flashed across the clouds, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The vast purple energy spreads from the end of the sky, covering a distance of thirty thousand miles.

This scene.

Visible to all living beings.

Even from the other side of Kyushu, this strange scene can be clearly seen, as if it is right in front of you.

In an instant, the entire Cang Yuan Realm was boiling.

Countless sect leaders, Immortal Sect Masters and even Earth Immortal Ancestors stood in the void, looking up at the sky, looking shocked and trembling: "Purple Qi is coming from the east, the Destined Saint?"

"Oh my God! Is the legend true?"

"Is there really a destined saint in this world?"

"Incredible, simply incredible?"

"Quick, quick, write it down, this day must be remembered."

"Who is it?"

"..."

The so-called destiny saint, as the name suggests, is a saint who is recognized by heaven and earth and is achieved by integrating the beliefs of hundreds of millions of living beings.

It means that Heaven has determined that this person can, to some extent, shoulder the destiny of a race.Therefore, the destiny of this clan was condensed into a wisp of innate purple energy and handed over to him.

Such an accomplished saint.

It is beyond the scope of ordinary saints, equivalent to being protected by heaven and blessed with good luck.

Possess magical powers and methods that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Such characters exist only in legends.

According to ancient historical records, only those who are destined to make significant contributions, influence, and great merits to the clan can achieve this.

Either now or in the future, it will definitely affect the pattern of the entire world.

……

at the same time.

Nine days.

The great ancient forces in every direction were shaken.

"Destined Saint? Really Destined Saint?"

"There is no mistake. This aura definitely confirms that he is the Destiny Saint."

"What's going on? Such a character actually appears in the lower world?"

"Check, be sure to find out this person's identity!"

"..."

"The passage between the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is about to be closed. It's too late to send people down to the lower realm!"

"Then keep an eye on every passage. All people who come from the lower realm during this period must be carefully interrogated, and no one is allowed to let go!"

"When we find him, we must control him as soon as possible. If we can't win him over, we can't let him fall into the hands of others!"

……

Shake the light of heaven.

A vast sacred mountain rises to the sky, like pillars of heaven, surrounded by a thick atmosphere of chaos, with countless divine lights rising and falling in it, exuding a heart-stopping aura.

Fairy light lingers here.

Even the air is filled with auspicious color and fairy light.

Cranes walked through the clouds and paced leisurely in the spiritual spring.

It also exudes a terrifying aura.

Enough to make one tremble.

now.

The highest mountain on the mountain.

A dull and loud voice suddenly sounded, spread, and shook the sky.

"...Is it King Yu's cauldron? Is King Yu's cauldron ringing?"

"How could this happen? King Yu's Cauldron has been silent for eternity and has suppressed countless great demons. It has never made such a sound!"

"I heard that a destined saint has been born in the lower world!"

"What? Isn't that just a legend??"

"..."

A large number of disciples were discussing, with deep shock in their eyes.

Whether it was the sudden sound of King Yu's cauldron or the appearance of the destined saint in the lower realm, it was enough to make them stunned.

Not to mention that two things are happening at the same time at this moment.

Same here.

On an isolated peak, two figures, an old man and a young man, stood side by side, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and the atmosphere of the holy land below, like gods overlooking the world.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Master, is this what you said...the disciple's doom?"

The old man shook his head and squinted: "I am old and can't see clearly! But I hope not. It's too tiring and painful to fight against destiny!"

The young man said: "Isn't that what you said? The more difficult the calamity, the more wonderful the scenery will be after passing through it! This disciple has never encountered any challenges in his life, and his destiny... is not bad!"

The old man turned around, hunched over, and said, "If you think so, that's the best. Let's go!"

The young man asked: "Where to go?"

The old man stepped away: "Wash your feet and rub your shoulders!"

The young man's mouth twitched slightly and he stopped still.

The old man's voice came from afar: "Let's go, I invite you to be my master! This disaster has come to you. You may die one day. If you don't enjoy it, you won't have a chance!"

The young man opened his mouth, with a sense of weakness on his face: "Forget it, go ahead, I'm not interested in that!"

When the old man heard the words, he didn't force it. He shook his head and said: "Old man, I don't like playing with you. It's boring! Your brother is more interesting. He runs this Yumantang in a lively way. He washes feet, rubs shoulders and rubs the back of a dragon. That’s the enjoyment of the world!”

Listen to this.

The young man just smiled slightly and watched his master leave. Then he turned to look at the colorful mist among the peaks, his eyes shining with brilliance.

……

Wang Xiu also didn't expect that he just wanted to use his clone to become a saint, but he actually made such a big fuss.

It's really a big surprise.

Could it be that I have used the Heavenly Tribulation Curse too much?

Is that why you were targeted by Master Tiandao?
It seems that there are almost always benefits to using multiple condoms.

The endless power of faith fell on Wang Xiu's soul clone like mercury.

At this moment, it can no longer be said to be a clone.

The whole body is shimmering with colorful rays of light, and the whole body is steaming with auspicious colors, exuding an aura of incomparable holiness and majesty.

Between the eyebrows, a simple yet mysterious golden line shimmered with strange light.

A golden divine ring is looming behind the head, and various forms of living beings can be faintly seen in it, just like gods in the human world.

He held his right hand emptyly, and a golden lotus blossomed like a flame.

That really can't be called a clone.

Now he should be called Taishi Saint.

Wang Xiu smiled slightly and looked at Saint Taishi in front of him: "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Sage Taishi smiled kindly and bowed in salute: "You're welcome, fellow Taoist!"

The voice just fell.

He took one step forward, walked into Wang Xiu's body, and became one with him.

The holy light flashed in Wang Xiu's eyes.

A golden line appeared between his eyebrows.

"Daluo's supreme divine consciousness is indeed the supreme inheritance of the ancient spiritual clan!"

Feeling the surging power in his body, Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

at this time.

Wang Xiu suddenly felt something and looked up. His eyes were not on the sky here, but on a distant void.

There.

There was also a mighty ocean flowing towards him from another layer of void.

However, it is different from the golden ocean of faith before.

This time it was pitch black.

This kind of blackness doesn't make people feel dirty or evil at all.

Instead, it is pure coldness and darkness, the other side of light, extremely pure.

He pondered slightly, separated a ray of consciousness, entered the void, and came into contact with the black energy.

In an instant, countless pure thoughts emerged in Wang Xiu's mind.

"Lord Demon Ancestor, your most loyal believer prays to you, please protect us from being bullied!"

"Lord Demon Ancestor, please save my sister, she is still young and cannot be used as a sacrifice!"

"Lord Nicholas, we sincerely praise you..."

"..."

Listen to these voices.

Wang Xiu looked surprised: "These...are the beliefs of the demons?"

……

At the beginning, he wanted to destroy the demon clan's plan.

On Ying Mo Island, they carried out extensive cultural invasion and promoted the fictitious Ancestral Demon Religion, shaking the faith of the demon clan at the bottom.

Later, Ying Mo Island was destroyed, countless groups of demons became sacrifices, and their bodies and souls all disappeared without a trace.

But I didn’t expect that such a rich power of faith would be left behind?
This faith is naturally not comparable to the faith he gained in the human race.

However, Wang Xiu, who had just received the purple energy of the human race's destiny, had a bold idea in his mind.

Whoa!
A large amount of spiritual consciousness surged.

Another new incarnation of the soul appeared in front of Wang Xiu.

(End of this chapter)