Chapter 615 - 613: Return of the King

Chapter 615: Chapter 613: Return of the King

"It’s taking this long just to destroy the Luochen Sect?"

"Indeed. If we waste any more time, a double-hour will have passed."

"That is why the Saint Venerable has sent us to help you eliminate everyone associated with the Luochen Sect!"

As the three appeared, the very void seemed to pause for a moment!

At the same time, their voices resounded between heaven and earth.

Ling Feng involuntarily halted his attack, stunned.

Saint Venerable!

It was a title both familiar and foreign.

Familiar, because there was hardly a soul in the Six Paths Illusion Realm who didn’t know it.

Foreign, because the Saint Venerable had not appeared in the world for a thousand years.

He was a figure who lived almost entirely in legend!

In the Six Paths Illusion Realm, if one were to ask who was the strongest expert of the last millennium, the answer was undoubtedly the supreme ruler of Holy Mountain: the Saint Venerable.

A thousand years ago, he was already the number one powerhouse in the Six Paths Illusion Realm. Not even an Extreme Dao Nascent Soul Ancestor was his match.

And now, a millennium later, to think that there was news of him again.

’Could it be? Has he not left the Six Paths Illusion Realm?’

’Is he still on Holy Mountain?’

Everyone was shocked to their core.

Even the Holy Mountain Master himself had no idea if the Saint Venerable was still on Holy Mountain.

All this time, all he had heard were legends.

But now, a command had arrived from the Saint Venerable.

When the Holy Mountain Master saw the three elders’ attire, his gaze narrowed. He was already ninety percent convinced.

These three elders came from Holy Mountain’s most sacred place: the Saint Venerable Hall!

It was a forbidden ground. Not even the Holy Mountain Master was qualified to set foot inside.

In fact, no one had emerged from the Saint Venerable Hall in nearly a thousand years.

But now, all for the Luochen Sect, three Saint Venerable Envoys had emerged from the Saint Venerable Hall.

And they had brought a command from the Saint Venerable himself.

At this, the battle raging high in the void—between Suu Luo, Xuanyuan Qingyi, the three Young Venerables, and the Holy Mountain Master—also came to a halt.

The combatants separated, each returning to their own side.

"Greetings, Saint Venerable Envoys!"

The Holy Mountain Master said with a bow.

"No need for formalities. The Saint Venerable merely heard that someone named Jiang Jichen dared to claim he would conquer Holy Mountain. He feels that during his years of seclusion, the prestige of Holy Mountain has fallen too far."

"As for you, you can’t even conquer the Luochen Sect that Jiang Jichen established. You’ve thoroughly shamed Holy Mountain and damaged its prestige. That is why he sent us three elders out of seclusion: to help you flatten the Luochen Sect and exterminate everyone associated with Jiang Jichen."

"The Saint Venerable says that even if Jiang Jichen is dead, everything and everyone connected to him must be wiped from existence."

One of the Saint Venerable Saint Envoys spoke, his tone indifferent.

But his voice was not kept low. It spread in all directions for the world to hear.

Hearing the Saint Venerable Envoy’s words, everyone present felt a chill run down their spine.

The Saint Venerable’s might was so oppressive they could hardly breathe.

"We obey the Saint Venerable’s words! Everything and everyone connected to Jiang Jichen will be erased!"

The Holy Mountain Master responded, his tone one of utmost reverence.

"Very well. The message has been delivered. Let’s begin!"

Since their arrival, the three Saint Venerable Envoys had maintained impassive expressions, betraying no hint of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

Evidently, they had cultivated their temperament to a point of tranquil stillness and desolate apathy.

There was little in this world that could stir their emotions.

These were top-tier Nascent Soul Ancestors, and their mental cultivation was far more terrifying than that of the Young Venerables.

Meanwhile, the expressions of Xuanyuan Qingyi, Suu Luo, Ye Rou, and the others grew incredibly grim.

"Is the Saint Venerable really still in the Six Paths Illusion Realm?"

Xuanyuan Qingyi asked Suu Luo via voice transmission.

"Whether he’s here or not, the Saint Venerable Envoys have appeared. We’re in deep trouble now."

"And if the Saint Venerable really is still here, our only hope of survival is to flee the Six Paths Illusion Realm!"

Suu Luo’s previously relaxed, cheerful expression had vanished, replaced by an intense solemnity.

This showed just how terrifying the Saint Venerable was—a single man who could single-handedly crush all the powers in the Six Paths Illusion Realm.

A sense of bleak despair settled over the members of the Luochen Sect.

’So, the Luochen Sect can’t escape its doom after all.’

Before, there had been a sliver of hope.

But now, the Saint Venerable himself had stepped in and issued a command!

How could the Luochen Sect possibly survive?

The countless surrounding Cultivators fell silent, not even daring to breathe. The atmosphere was suffocating to the extreme.

In the Six Paths Illusion Realm, the title "Saint Venerable" carried an authority that crushed all else.

If the Saint Venerable were no longer on Holy Mountain, if he had already left the Six Paths Illusion Realm, then the Luochen Sect might have had a chance.

But as it was, nothing could change the Luochen Sect’s fate.

In the Six Paths Illusion Realm, the Saint Venerable was like the sky itself. Who could possibly defy him?

At that moment, the three Young Venerables, the Mountain Master, the three Saint Venerable Envoys—all top-tier Nascent Soul Ancestors—along with High-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestor Ling Feng and eight Mid-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestors, attacked simultaneously, charging toward the Luochen Sect.

Faced with such overwhelming power, even Xuanyuan Qingyi and Suu Luo stood no chance of resisting.

To any observer, it was obvious that Xuanyuan Qingyi, Suu Luo, and the others would have no choice but to flee for their lives against such an unstoppable force.

And yet, as the terrifying attacks bore down on them, the gazes of Xuanyuan Qingyi, Suu Luo, and Ye Rou suddenly shifted to the distant horizon.

"Knowing you’re doomed, have you given up on struggling?"

"They must realize that against the three Saint Venerable Envoys, any resistance is futile. Besides, with the Saint Venerable’s might looming over them like the heavens, they’re clearly just paralyzed with fear."

Ling Feng and a Mid-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestor jeered coldly.

They were brimming with confidence now!

With the Saint Venerable backing them and three Saint Venerable Envoys at their side, the outcome was already set in stone.

"The Saint Venerable? And just who the hell is he?"

Just then, however, a voice drifted from the edge of the horizon, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.

Everyone followed the sound with their eyes, only to find it came from the exact direction Xuanyuan Qingyi and Suu Luo were looking.

On the horizon, a beam of golden light shot into the sky, approaching at an incredible speed.

It was incredibly fast, like a golden meteor streaking across the sky, arriving before them in an instant.

Instead of slowing, its speed only increased, growing fiercer as it hurtled toward the three Young Venerables, the Mountain Master, the three Saint Venerable Envoys, High-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestor Ling Feng, and the eight Mid-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestors.

It moved so fast that all they could see was a dazzling sphere of golden light—nothing else was visible.

It was more like a falling Taiyang, so brilliant that it forced everyone to shut their eyes.

"Damn it, retreat!"

The three Saint Venerable Envoys barked the warning almost in unison.

At the same time, they dodged away at extreme speed.

The three Young Venerables and the Holy Mountain Master reacted with incredible speed as well, dodging just in time.

BOOM!

The golden sphere crashed down, exploding like a golden Taiyang with utterly terrifying might.

Ling Feng and the eight Mid-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestors were a fraction too slow to retreat and were all sent flying by the blast.

Five of the Mid-Tier Nascent Soul Ancestors instantly exploded, their bodies turning into a rain of flesh and blood that filled the sky.

And from within the golden light, a figure slowly walked out!

He was like a Celestial God descending to the mortal world, an emperor arriving among mortals.

He was a king, returned at last. He was Jiang Jichen!