Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1309: The Number One True Saint Since The Primordium (1)

“What?”

“True Saint Chen Yu’s ultimate technique?” True Saint Luan Hai and True Saint Yin Yu exchanged glances, their expressions shifting. Both struggled to believe it.

They had been counting on True Saint Chen Yu to give them an edge in this confrontation.

Everyone knew of her extraordinary strength, particularly her mastery of psyche dream illusions.

Logically, True Saint Chen Yu’s ultimate move should have affected Wu Yuan at least somewhat, and even the slightest influence could tip the scales in life-or-death combat.

But it had no effect whatsoever.

“Little Yu?” True Saint Luo Quan was most shocked. He understood the power of True Saint Chen Yu’s ultimate move better than anyone. Even he would be significantly affected by it.

“I refuse to believe it has no influence at all,” True Saint Chen Yu snarled, madness flickering across her beautiful features.

After arriving at the Tenth Chaos Void with True Saint Luo Quan, she took no action for a long time. During this period, True Saint Luo Quan had given her a Chaos Jade Crystal, helping her take the fourth step of her self-created Dao.

After entering Frostheaven Peak, her strength had advanced further, and she created a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique.

If Wu Yuan were just slightly affected, she could still accept it. But to say he wasn’t influenced at all was simply insulting.

Dust to dust, earth to earth. True Saint Chen Yu gave a mental command as she unleashed her Dao Zenithel ultimate technique again. This time, she aimed specifically at Wu Yuan instead of both opponents.

Hum~ Terrifying soul fluctuations instantly struck Wu Yuan’s spirit and soul.

Boom~ It was an astonishingly powerful assault. Yet within Wu Yuan’s body, above his Eternal Psyche, a hazy black pagoda suddenly appeared. Radiance burst forth from the pagoda, easily blocking the soul attack.

He remained completely unharmed. It couldn’t even force Wu Yuan to deploy soul defense ultimate techniques, let alone lull him into a trance.

“Still no effect?” True Saint Chen Yu’s expression changed.

“Fool. You think a mere Dream World can shake me?” Wu Yuan’s expression remained cold.

The Ancestral Pagoda’s projection provided slightly inferior soul defense compared to soul-type Chaos Treasures, and was far from matching soul-type Xuanhuang Dao Treasures. But Wu Yuan’s own strength was too formidable. His powerful Eternal Psyche granted him an extraordinarily strong soul essence, making him far superior to other True Saints.

Most crucial was the Creation Origin Armor.

As a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure, its main function was physical defense, but combined with the Eternal Psyche, it also greatly enhanced Wu Yuan’s resistance to soul attacks.

Never mind that True Saint Chen Yu was merely a True Saint; even if she reached the Dao Zenithel stage and her Dream World evolved into a Dream Universe, she might still be unable to make Wu Yuan fall into delusion.

“True Saint Chen Yu’s ultimate move isn’t working!”

“This is troublesome.”

“Could the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure he obtained be a soul-defense type artifact?” The expressions of True Saint Luo Quan, True Saint Luan Hai, and the others changed dramatically as they began speculating wildly.

It wasn’t that their perspective was lacking. The level of soul defense Wu Yuan displayed was simply too absurd.

“Direct assault then.”

“Frontal attack—suppress him.” Having already made their move, these top-ranking True Saints understood that there could be no peaceful resolution. They had to steel themselves and press the attack.

“Rain of Stars! Suppress!” Seeing her psyche dream illusions prove useless, True Saint Chen Yu immediately changed tactics.

Countless brilliant stars appeared throughout the endless void. Each star seemed both real and illusory, connected to the others.

One hundred and eight stars faintly formed a near-flawless world of stars.

Boom! Over a hundred stars surged forward, each radiating a terrifying suppressive force. In an instant, both Wu Yuan and True Saint Dong Yi felt their bodies grow unbearably heavy, their speed dropping sharply against their will.

Ultimate technique—Star Rain Domain! This was True Saint Chen Yu’s strongest move. Her greatest forte was long-range attacks and domains; this was the true foundation of her self-created Dao. The Psyche Dream class was merely cultivated as a secondary path.

“Such a powerful domain. It could probably rival True Saint Ming Jian’s domain.” True Saint Dong Yi’s expression shifted. “Wu Yuan, be careful.”

“Nice! At least the domain’s pressure can suppress him.”

“Attack!”

“Quickly now.” True Saint Luo Quan, True Saint Luan Hai, and True Saint Yin Yu felt their spirits lift, their killing intent sharpening. Positioned within the domain, the three moved like fish in water, their strengths augmented.

But in the next instant, their expressions changed again.

With Wu Yuan at the center, streams of black and white qi burst forth, intertwining with each other. The qi streams were imbued with terrifying power, colliding directly with the starlight emitted from each star.

It was like the collision of two massive worlds, causing heaven and earth to collapse and shatter.

But contrary to everyone’s expectations, Wu Yuan’s black and white domain wasn’t at a disadvantage; it actually subtly suppressed True Saint Chen Yu’s domain ultimate move.

“What?”

“True Saint Wu Yuan’s domain?”

“How could it be this powerful?”

True Saint Luan Hai and the others reeled in shock. Even True Saint Dong Yi stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

They all knew Wu Yuan possessed ridiculously strong physical defense and attack power. He’d just demonstrated impenetrable soul defense as well. And now his domain proved equally terrifying?

Was he even human? No matter how exceptional one’s talent, every cultivator had to have some weaknesses in their self-created Dao.

Unbeknownst to them, Wu Yuan had indeed focused most of his energy on perfecting saber techniques. Yet his sixty million years of cultivation at Frostheaven Peak, enhanced by the Chaos Nucleus and countless ultimate techniques provided for reference, had completely transformed his body refiner self. It was a true metamorphosis.

He’d created not only a stronger saber ultimate technique, but mastered sealing techniques, domain techniques, evasion arts, long-range attacks, etc. And each one was deduced to the Dao Zenithel ultimate technique level.

By now, Wu Yuan had created a total of six Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques. Of course, five had only just reached that threshold, far inferior to his saber technique.

However, facing True Saint Luan Hai, True Saint Chen Yu, and the others? It was more than sufficient.

“Your domain technique’s profundities may exceed mine,” Wu Yuan said, his gaze ice-cold as his domain pushed forward. “But my mana far surpasses yours.”

Though the Chiaroscuro Domain held a slight advantage, it couldn’t completely overwhelm the opposition. True Saint Luan Hai and the others were not badly affected.

“Die!” Wu Yuan moved like lightning. Nine sabers flashed as he struck at True Saint Luan Hai, the strongest among them.

“Alright, Wu Yuan. Let’s see how strong you are.” True Saint Luan Hai gritted his teeth. Nine arms danced as nine palms radiated blue light, meeting Wu Yuan’s assault.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blade rays erupted, sweeping majestically toward True Saint Luan Hai. Each one made his scalp tingle with dread.

Too fast! These were the most terrifying blade rays True Saint Luan Hai had ever witnessed; even faster than True Saint Luo Quan’s spear.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

True Saint Luan Hai defended desperately with his palms. His techniques shifted unpredictably—sometimes like hammers, sometimes like sabers, sometimes like swords—deflecting Wu Yuan’s attacks.

Collision after collision rang out. Each saber strike carried the weight of a collapsing universe. The impact force proved too immense, driving True Saint Luan Hai into continuous retreat. Even his divine body, a fully mastered Eternal Matter Body, trembled under the assault. He could barely withstand it, already on the verge of collapse.

Such terrifying attacks…They probably approach early-stage Dao Zenithel combat power. Shock flooded True Saint Luan Hai’s mind.

While his palm techniques were fierce and his foundation strong, he only dared claim to have reached the Threshold Dao Zenithel level. He still fell short of true early-stage Dao Zenithel combat power.

The gap in fundamental power was too vast. From True Saint to Dao Zenithel, one’s mana alone increased by at least a hundredfold. Many Dao Zenithels could crush True Saints without even creating Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques.

But Wu Yuan’s sabers had reached the limits of speed and ferocity, making defense nearly impossible.

He can actually withstand this? Wu Yuan’s eyes flickered. He had deployed the seventh move, Eternal Moment.

This move excelled in speed. When derived to its limit, it surpassed many Standard Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques.

Wu Yuan had to admit that True Saint Luan Hai’s strength had advanced tremendously since they first entered Frostheaven Peak. If Luan Hai remained at the level he was when the Tenth Chaos Void first opened, he would’ve fallen long ago.

Soon, True Saint Luo Quan arrived. His black hair whipped wildly as he moved with utter dominance. The weapon in his hands was actually a saber, not the spear that always appeared in public intelligence.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

These blade rays were imbued with terrifying power, attacking Wu Yuan with lightning speed.

Fast! So fast that the light of the blade rays left no shadow, not even afterimages.

True Saint Luo Quan, unleashing his full power for the first time, demonstrated the swiftness of his saber techniques with his opening move. His attack speed even surpassed Wu Yuan’s.

“Scram.” Wu Yuan’s expression remained cold and indifferent as he raised his saber to defend. Though his saber strikes weren’t as fast as True Saint Luo Quan’s, they were heavier and more ferocious.

Clang! Clang! The two clashed like phantoms. Yet, True Saint Luo Quan was soon blasted a great distance away. Clearly, he was far from Wu Yuan’s match.

“Surround him!” True Saint Yin Yu’s furious roar split the air as he lunged forward, his sword whirling. Sword lights cascaded from his blade like a silver torrent.

True Saints Luo Quan and Luan Hai, witnessing Wu Yuan’s terrifying power firsthand, immediately coordinated their assault. The three True Saints converged on Wu Yuan from different angles, unleashing their full might in a synchronized attack.

Clang! Boom!

Wu Yuan remained unshaken. He deployed the seventh move of his self-created Dao’s ultimate technique while maintaining his Chiaroscuro Domain, effortlessly deflecting the combined assault. Even when a stray strike occasionally broke through his defense, he absorbed the impact with barely a flinch.

His physical defense, enhanced by the Creation Origin Armor, vastly outclassed the three True Saints before him. Their most vicious attacks felt like nothing more than gentle scratches against his skin.

Then, without warning, Wu Yuan launched himself forward. Rather than evading the attacks raining down from all directions, he charged through them, focusing on True Saint Yin Yu. Terrifying blade rays erupted from his sabers, forcing his opponent into a continuous retreat. His assault was relentless, fierce, and unbridled.